“……”

Seeing that the drunkard was glazed over, staring at the ceiling with empty eyes, and did not react to what he said, the doctor became worried, and did not dare to walk away at this time, for fear that he would not be able to think of doing something stupid if he could not hold on.

He had tried to communicate with him many times, trying to find out if he had any family or relatives or friends.

In his current situation, what he needs most is the care, encouragement and enlightenment of his relatives.

But he wouldn't say anything.

I guess there is something unspeakable, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to even call a friend in this most helpless time.

"Doctor, you don't have to watch me, I won't mess around."

Actually, he wanted to go over and ask that person for help, that person was from the demon world, and even Brother Ene said that he could save it, and his illness should not be difficult for that person.

But he didn't want to, he was afraid that the man would take the opportunity to make him do something he didn't want to do.

Although he also wanted to get better and live, he was even more afraid that person would use him to deal with Jun Moyan and Tsing Yi.

So he chose to resign himself to fate.

The doctor looked at him and sighed slightly: "Why don't I apply to the dean to change you to the VIP ward, the environment there is better and will help your condition improve, you don't have to worry about the cost, I can help me first......"

"No, I don't want to owe a favor."

“…… It's really the first time I've met a patient like you, saying that you don't value this life, but you gritted your teeth and survived chemotherapy and surgery......" The doctor shook his head and smiled bitterly.

At this time, a nurse who had not yet changed her work clothes and came to work the night shift walked in, still carrying a thermos box in her hand.

"Doctor Ai, the lean porridge has been cooked for you."

"I'm sorry Xiao Chen." The doctor smiled and reached out to take it.

"It's okay, I just happened to have a supper myself, so I'll cook a little more and bring it with me." The nurse smiled, then looked at the drunkard on the hospital bed.

"How's he doing?"

"It's timely, and the condition has stabilized temporarily."

"That's good, then I'll go change clothes and take over."

"Hmm."

After the nurse left, the doctor put the thermos box on the bedside table and said to the drunkard: "You can eat now, drink this porridge when this bottle of potion is finished, and then sleep peacefully, and then we will arrange chemotherapy and other surgeries slowly." ”

“…… Thank you. ”

He deserves to cry for this thanks.

Pathetic, isn't it? Even his life troubles doctors and nurses.

He really didn't seem to have anything.

Even Tsing Yi, the only one who cared about him, didn't know that he might not be able to live.

A hurried figure scrambled up the floor, searching for the ward number in the quiet hallway that had been confirmed by the nurse.

"This is a patient who came to ward 3o2? Someone finally came to visit him. ”

"I heard that the patients in ward 3o2 suddenly became ill in the afternoon, and if it weren't for the time, I was afraid that the morgue would have to occupy an extra place."

"It's really pitiful, he is young but sick, a handsome guy who looks so good-looking is almost tortured to the point that he is not human, and what is even more pitiful is that from the time he was hospitalized to the present, no one has come to visit him."

The conversation between the two nurses kept echoing in Tsing Yi's brain, and he was so frightened that his legs went limp, as if he had suddenly witnessed something terrible.

The doctor was still talking to the drunkard in the hospital room when suddenly a man broke in.