Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

His face was as pale as paper, his breathing was messy and rapid, and his expression was flustered. His eyes were full of anxiety and fear. The whole person was trembling because of his inner anxiety and fear.

When the doctor saw him at first glance, he thought it was an emergency.

"can I help you?"

The man didn't look at him, just stood at the door, with a pair of wet eyes looking at the hospital bed...

Tsing Yi looked at the haggard on the hospital bed, staring blankly at the ceiling in a daze, an alcoholic who was tortured by his illness as if he had changed himself, tears came up in an instant, and his chest ached.

The heartache was so painful that I couldn't breathe.

No... Didn't you say that you were homesick and went home?

How... how could it become like this?

Seeing that Tsing Yi had been staring at the drunkard, the doctor subconsciously glanced at the dazed drunkard, and asked Tsing Yi with some uncertainty: "Are you...A friend of Mu Han?"

Hearing the doctor's words, the drunkard finally had some reaction. His long eyelashes trembled slightly. First, he glanced at the doctor. Seeing that the doctor had been staring at the door, he turned his head with difficulty and looked over.

When he saw the person standing at the door, he was stunned.

Looking at Tsing Yi so stupidly, his brain was stunned, and he even held his breath.

The drunkard's reaction was undoubtedly another stab at Tsing Yi's guilty heart. Seeing his skinny face, Tsing Yi hated herself to death.

He is useless, he is not optimistic about him, he is not taking good care of him...

After a while, Tsing Yi eased back a little. He took a deep breath, forced all the restlessness and heartache in his heart to blame, and walked towards the doctor.

From the way he walked, we can see how heavy his mood is at the moment.

He reached out and took the medical record from the doctor.

Seeing the drunkard’s illness written on it, his body shook more severely.

These... these... Tsing Yi is about to collapse.

"Are you Mu Han's friend?" The doctor asked again.

"...No."

Tsing Yi choked her throat and squeezed a word from her throat.

He stared at the frightening examination results in the medical record with eyes covered with tears.

His fingers holding the corner of the paper turned red and white because of too much force.

Hearing Tsing Yi's answer, the drunkard's heart beat fiercely, and the whole person became nervous.

Is he angry with him?

"Then you are...?" Not a friend? It doesn't look like brothers who are related by blood.

"...I am his family."

Tsing Yi said, looking at the alcoholic.

Facing the interrogation of Tsing Yi's eyes, the drunkard was so guilty that he lowered his eyes and dared not look at him.

"Family? Heh, it turns out that he still has a family, I thought..." The doctor was inexplicable.

I feel that such a family is too irresponsible.

"I really don't know what your family members are doing. Did you not find out about some of you at home or something? If you don't usually call? Didn't you find something wrong with him?"

"..." Tsing Yi didn't say a word.

"Forget it, since you are here, take good care of him. He just said that he wants to give up the treatment, so you can enlighten him. He just underwent surgery in the afternoon and the situation has stabilized temporarily."

"You will let him eat this porridge for a while."

As the doctor said, he took back the medical record from Tsing Yi.

"I will come to the hospital at ten o'clock tomorrow morning, when you come to my office to find me, his situation is more difficult, we will have a good chat tomorrow, you take care of him."

After the doctor finished speaking, he glanced at the alcoholic and then left the ward.

The ward fell silent instantly.

Tsing Yi stood by the bed, just looking at the alcoholic.