The Ten Years that I Loved You the Most ✔️

Chapter 02

    He Zhishu was asleep very restlessly. He got up early and swallowed a handful of colorful pills in the cool white overnight. The person in the bathroom mirror was pale, nothing, and his eyes were dim.

    He Zhishu pounced on his face with cold water, and pulled out the heavy down jacket wrapped in the bottom of the box.

    The phone rang when he went out, and He Zhishu's hopes fell once again, but the doctor persuaded him to get treatment as soon as possible. He Zhishu was accustomed to a gentle smile and responded, "Thank you, I will think about it."

    It was too early, before eight o'clock, and the night's snow didn't know when to stop. He Zhishu walked for half an hour before he found the wonton stall that he hadn't been to for a long time.

    The boss came to close the stall, and when he saw He Zhishu, he smiled and greeted: "It's been a long time!"

    He Zhishu sat at the table and responded with a grin , "I'm lazy. I don't like to move after moving. "The

    lady boss came over to add hot water to He Zhishu, and looked at him a little bit distressed: "Is the child busy? Are you so thin?"

    He Zhishu didn't say a word, and smiled. In fact, it's not too busy, it's just that when the mind sinks, the body is crushed.

    A bowl of wontons. He Zhishu lowered his head and concentrated on pushing the floating seaweed into the hot soup with a spoon. The steaming soup also soaked He Zhishu's eyes. For more than ten years, the price of wontons in this stall has never changed, but He Zhishu knows with just one bite that the fillings of wontons are less and smaller.

    The same is true of his love with Jiang Wenxu.

    He Zhishu had no appetite, but he still tried very hard to eat all the wontons. He has not dared to raise his head, for fear of being found moist in his eye sockets. He Zhishu suddenly remembered when he first came to Beijing with Jiang Wenxu. At that time, they were struggling, and the two of them only bought one portion of wonton but were reluctant to eat it. Finally, He Zhishu was divided into two portions, and Jiang Wenxu moved the spoon. He still remembers clearly that Jiang Wenxu's tears fell into the soup bowl that day, and the man said almost every word that he would definitely live up to a He Zhishu in this life.

    Probably that's the case. Promises are usually something the speaker has no intention of and the listener has the heart.

    He Zhishu thought he could bear it, but he still vomited in the public bathroom.

    How can you not be afraid? Fear of loneliness and disappointment, more afraid of walking alone in the long corridor of the hospital. He Zhishu sat opposite the doctor, looking down at the pots of orchids raised by the doctor named Ai.

    The doctor advised He Zhishu to undergo chemotherapy as soon as possible. The sooner the treatment, the better.

    He Zhishu didn't say a word, and the doctor didn't urge him. After a long silence, He Zhishu controlled his emotions, raised his head and smiled softly: "I am quite afraid of hardship...especially because I am alone and can't survive."

    "Help me prescribe some more medicine, and I will consider it. "He Zhishu shook his head with a weak smile: "Dr. Ai, I have rarely had a nosebleed recently, but my fever has gotten worse. Two days ago, I slept at home by myself and dreamt that I had become a big fire. My heart, liver, spleen, and lungs were all fried in a pot, and I almost thought I couldn't make it."

    The large handwriting in the doctor's prescription for Dragon Snake suddenly broke, and a gap appeared. He has seen too many grievances from terminally ill patients, but he has never seen a lonely body like He Zhishu.

    "You are my patient, I will accompany you when you are treated. It's no big deal, there is always hope in life, right?" Dr. Ai is actually not very old, but the industry has achieved outstanding results. Most people only see him being skilled and experienced. But now he comforts He Zhishu, with a relaxed tone like two classmates who comforted each other when he was a student: "It's okay, tonight, let's fight the birds tomorrow".

    He Zhishu’s smile was a bit more sincere, but it still said: "I will think about it again, you can prescribe some medicine for me." When

    He Zhishu left, Ai Ziyu insisted on keeping the precious and fragile orchids in the office. He gave a pot of He Zhishu: “Don’t think about it all by yourself.

    Just find something to do. It’s good to grow flowers.” He Zhishu was stunned and hurriedly declined: “Thank you, doctor, but I I don’t know how to grow flowers...It’s still such a delicate orchid."

    "It’s not difficult to grow flowers. I hope you can confirm it quickly so that I can arrange treatment for you. When you get better, my flowers can be better taken care of." The doctor gave a short, slightly childish smile and waved his hand.

    In fact, He Zhishu didn't take it very seriously. Only those who love flowers can take good care of them, just as he lacks some casual comfort from others.

    But at least it is better than nothing.

    So he still accepted the potted flower and asked for a plastic bag to wrap the flower tightly into his coat.

    Ai Tzuyu's hospitals for special medicines were very scarce. He Zhishu thought that there was still medicine at home and he was not in a hurry. He went back without taking any medicine. He has been out for too long, and his body can't hold it anymore.

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