His face was pale as paper, his breathing was chaotic and rapid, his expression was flustered, and his eyes were filled with urgency, panic, and fear, his whole body trembling from the unease and fear within.
The doctor glanced at him for the first ti, initially believing that the person had so urgent condition.
"Is there sothing wrong?"
The man didn’t look at him, just stood at the doorway, and his moist eyes were fixed on the hospital bed...
Qing Yi looked at the haggard figure on the hospital bed, his eyes blankly staring at the ceiling, lost in thought, tornted by illness to the point of seeming like a changed person, tears welled up instantly, and pain surged in his chest.
The heartache made it difficult to breathe.
Wasn’t... wasn’t he saying he wanted to go ho?
How... how did it end up like this?
The doctor saw Qing Yi looking at the drunkard, instinctively glanced at the dazed drunkard, and sowhat uncertainly asked Qing Yi, "Are you... Mu Han’s friend?"
Upon hearing the doctor’s words, the drunkard finally showed so reaction, his long eyelashes fluttering slightly, first looking at the doctor, seeing him constantly staring at the direction of the door, he then turned his head with difficulty to look.
When he saw the person standing at the door, he was completely stunned.
Just foolishly staring at Qing Yi, his mind was in a fog, holding his breath.
The drunkard’s response was undoubtedly another stab to Qing Yi’s remorseful heart, looking at his emaciated face, Qing Yi hated himself.
It’s his fault for being useless, his fault for not watching over him, not taking good care of him...
After a while, Qing Yi regained so composure, took a deep breath, forcefully suppressing various unease, pain, and guilt within, moving towards the doctor.
From his difficult walking pace, one could tell how heavy his mood was at the mont.
He reached out and took the dical record from the doctor’s hand.
Looking at the writing about the drunkard’s condition, his body shook even more severely.
These... these... Qing Yi was about to collapse.
"Are you Mu Han’s friend?" The doctor asked again.
"...No."
Qing Yi croaked out a sentence from his throat.
His tear-blurred eyes were tightly fixed on the terrifying test results on the dical record.
His fingers gripping the corner of the paper were reddened and whitened from the exertion.
Upon hearing Qing Yi’s answer, the drunkard’s heart jumped violently, his entire being grew tense.
Is he angry with him?
"Then you are...?" Not a friend? Doesn’t look like a blood relative either.
"...I’m his family."
Qing Yi said, looking towards the drunkard.
Faced with the scrutiny in Qing Yi’s eyes, the drunkard looked down guiltily, not daring to et his gaze.
"Family? Oh, turns out he has family, I thought..." The doctor felt inexplicably angry.
Thinking such family was too irresponsible.
"I really don’t know how you family mbers act, missing a person without realizing it? Don’t you call or check if sothing’s wrong?"
"..." Qing Yi didn’t respond.
"Alright, since you’re here now, take good care of him, he was just saying he wanted to give up treatnt, do talk to him. He underwent surgery this afternoon, the situation has temporarily stabilized."
"And make sure he eats this porridge later."
While speaking, the doctor took the dical record back from Qing Yi’s hand.
"I’ll be at the hospital at ten tomorrow morning, co to my office then, his situation is quite tricky, we’ll talk more tomorrow, you take care of him."
Finishing his words, the doctor looked at the drunkard and then left the ward.
The ward instantly beca quiet.
Qing Yi stood beside the bed, just looking at the drunkard.
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