Every World is Collapsing [Quick Wear] ━ Vol.1

1.12 - Pattern brushing style - brushing while being tortured

Hospital

The dazzling red color of the emergency room turned green. The door of the emergency room was opened. Ye Xiyang, who was sitting on a bench not far away, immediately stood up and went to meet him. He looked at the person who was pushed out of the emergency room with his eyes closed and said, "He... ...how's it going?"

The middle-aged doctor looked at the man in front of him with a vigilant look. Thinking of the mess on his body, he said coldly: "Mr. Zhen is suffering from anemia and coma due to shortness of breath. He just needs to stay in a happy mood and rest for two days. However, His current body is not suitable for intense exercise in bed, and I hope you can restrain yourself during the few days he has left."

Ye Xiyang's face relaxed. Before the big stone that had been pressing on his chest fell to the ground, the doctor's last words made him stunned. He grabbed the doctor who was about to turn around and leave, "You...what's left in your mouth What do you mean, the days are numbered?"

The middle-aged doctor didn't have any good impressions of the man in front of him. He was so sick that he would torment him in bed like this. But after seeing the slightest trace of genuine confusion on the man's face, he was a little confused. Could it be? He still doesn't know about people's diseases?

After observing carefully for a while, the middle-aged doctor was able to confirm that the man in front of him seemed to have really known nothing about people's diseases until now. He didn't think he was okay at the beginning. When he thought about this, the doctor became even more angry. His lover was sick. He was almost dead. Although the other party deliberately concealed it, how could he not have discovered the body of the person next to him if he was a little more careful, unless... the scumbag.

"Aren't you Mr. Zhen's boyfriend? It's been so long, how come you don't even know that he has only a few days left?"

Ye Xiyang suddenly paused, as if all the blood in his body had solidified. He opened his trembling lips with difficulty and said, "What did you say...?"

The doctor stopped beating around the bush and said directly: "I'm not afraid to tell you, Mr. Zhen is my patient. He came to our hospital for examination two months ago...Mr. Zhen said that he was very afraid of pain, and he prescribed a lot of medicines on my hands. Painkillers, but no matter how much I tried to persuade him, he refused to be hospitalized... After questioning, he told me that he didn't want his boyfriend to suffer like him, and he could bear it alone... for more than two months. , haven't you noticed?... Do you know how painful this disease is? You have tortured people to this point, and you are still not a human being... Now it has been delayed like this, and it may only be a month... "

Two months ago? Terminal illness? Painkillers? Carrying it alone? One month?

Countless words were like huge thunder that exploded above Ye Xiyang's head. He couldn't hear a word of the doctor's words. His brain had completely lost its command ability at this moment. Words like boulders were as heavy as It pressed like a mountain on his heart, causing him to lose his voice, his voice, and his soul as well.

The middle-aged doctor was mid-sentence when he was suddenly interrupted by a hoarse and dull male voice.

"You said...he knew about his illness two months ago. When was it exactly?"

The middle-aged doctor said angrily: "July 19th happened to be the wedding anniversary of my wife and I, and Mr. Zhen was the last patient before get off work, so I remember it very clearly."

Ye Xiyang's heart suddenly hurt. It felt like he was caught off guard and pierced Lian Xin's fingertips.

Cold and biting.