"..."
Seeing the alcoholic with vacant eyes staring blankly at the ceiling, showing no reaction to what he said, the doctor grew worried and didn’t dare to walk away at this mont, fearing he might not hold it together and do sothing foolish.
He had already tried talking to him many tis, subtly trying to find out if he had any family or friends.
In his current situation, what he needed most was care, encouragent and guidance from family.
But he refused to say anything.
There probably was sothing unspeakable, otherwise he wouldn’t be at his most helpless mont without calling even a friend.
"Doctor, you don’t need to stay with , I won’t do anything rash."
Actually, he had thought about seeking help from that person, soone from the Demon Realm, who even said he could bring Xi back, so his illness shouldn’t be a difficult task for him.
But he didn’t want to, afraid that person would take the opportunity to make him do things he didn’t want to do.
Although he really wanted to recover and live on, he was even more afraid that person would use him against Jun Moyan and Qing Yi.
So he chose to leave it to fate.
The doctor looked at him, sighed slightly: "Let apply with the director to change you to a VIP ward, where the environnt is better for your recovery, don’t worry about the cost, I can help you first..."
"No need, I don’t want to owe anyone."
"...You’re really the first patient I’ve ever encountered like you. If I say you don’t cherish life, you endured through chemotherapy and surgery..." The doctor shook his head with a wry smile.
At this mont, a nurse who hadn’t changed into her work uniform yet ca in to replace the night shift, carrying a thermos box.
"Dr. Ai, I’ve cooked so lean at porridge for you and brought it over."
"Thank you, Xiaochen." The doctor smiled and reached out to take it.
"It’s nothing, I was just having a midnight snack myself, so I cooked a little extra and brought it over." The nurse smiled and then looked over at the alcoholic on the hospital bed.
"How is he doing?"
"Found in ti, the condition has temporarily stabilized."
"That’s good, then I’ll go change clothes and take over the shift."
"Hmm."
After the nurse left, the doctor put the thermos box on the bedside table and said to the alcoholic, "You can eat now, after this bottle of dicine is finished, drink this porridge, then have a good sleep, we will arrange the rest of the chemotherapy and other surgeries slowly."
"...Thank you."
This thanks made him feel particularly like crying.
Pitiful, isn’t it? Even his life required troubling the doctor and nurse.
He seed to truly have nothing.
Even the only one who cared about him, Qing Yi, didn’t know he might not make it.
A hurried figure rushed up the floor, looking along the quiet corridor for the room number confird from the nurse.
"Is this the person looking for the patient in room 302? At last soone has co to visit him."
"I heard the condition of the patient in room 302 suddenly worsened in the afternoon, if not discovered in ti, the morgue might have to accommodate another."
"It’s really pitiful, so young yet full of sickness, such a handso guy almost tortured beyond recognition, what’s even sadder is that from his hospitalization till now, not a single person has co to visit him."
Those two nurses’ conversation kept echoing in Qing Yi’s mind, as if he had suddenly witnessed sothing terrifying, so shocked his legs went weak.
The doctor was still in the ward saying sothing to the alcoholic when suddenly soone rushed in.
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