He secretly changed his character

"Bufan wants to see you before he dies." Bai Lu choked up, "Mr. Lu, please fulfill his wish."

Lu Qingya pursed his lips and spoke after a moment, "Is it his idea, or yours?"

"mine."

"He didn't tell me, how did you know?"

"Even if he didn't say it, I wouldn't have guessed it?"

"Then you are quite generous." Lu Qingya glanced at him lightly, not knowing whether this was a compliment or sarcasm.

Bai Lu smiled briefly and reached out to pull down his collar. A horrible scar spread across his chest, which looked a bit scary. He looked at Lu Qingya and said provocatively, "Mr. Lu, I think you should know how this scar came about."

As one of the best surgeons in the country, Lu Qingya has performed numerous lung and liver transplant operations with his mentor.

He naturally knew that such scars were the result of a thoracotomy.

Given that he had heard that Zhuo Bufan had undergone a liver transplant, it was now clear who had donated the liver to him.

He raised his eyebrows, his eyes showing some admiration, "Mr. Bai, you are very courageous."

"Of course, Doctor Lu. I admit that I am a person who is willing to sacrifice everything for love. So no matter what Bufan wants, I will do my best to fulfill his wish." Bai Lu put down his hand. "Although, you were Bufan's white moonlight before. But after I donated my liver to Bufan, I feel that my status is not much worse than yours."

This was a bit rude. If it were someone else, they would probably be embarrassed. But Lu Qingya didn't. He smiled. To be honest, he didn't know Bai Lu very well.

I had only heard from a classmate who was still in Yenching University that he had found a stand-in who looked very much like him.

He has never seen it.

Later, I accidentally saw a costume drama called "Let the White Deer Go Between the Green Cliffs", in which Bai Lu was the leading actor.

He guessed at that time that Bai Lu should be the substitute that Zhuo Bufan found.

Before he met the real person, he actually looked down on him. Instead of having a proper relationship, he had to be so servile and act as someone's substitute.

Such a person who despises himself really cannot get his respect.

Now that he had seen the real person and heard his words, he finally realized that he had been a stand-in so that one day he would no longer have to be a stand-in, and his goal was to bring down the former.

Such a person has a ruthless spirit, although others cannot see it.

But Lu Qingya saw it.

He wanted to go and see Zhuo Bufan himself, just to see who was better, and to make himself fall from the altar in one day and become a grain of rice in Zhuo Bufan's heart.

This kind of mentality is somewhat ridiculous and hateful.

But Lu Qingya couldn't help but feel a bit of admiration.

But his request was still a bit unreasonable. Lu Qingya hadn't figured out how to answer.

As luck would have it, his cell phone rang at this moment. It was the nurse on duty. She said, "Doctor Lu, have you had lunch? I have a very difficult patient here."

Lu Qingya said, "Okay, I'll go back right away."

After saying that, he looked up at Bai Lu and said, "You've seen it, Mr. Bai. I'm very busy. I don't have much time to spare for a living person, let alone a dying person."

After saying this, without waiting for the other party to reply, he nodded at him, turned around and strode away.

Bai Lu stared at his hurried but graceful steps. His thin and tall back seemed a little dazed, until Lu Zichu spoke softly, he came back to his senses.

"Is Mr. Zhuo really that bad?"

Bai Lu's eyes dimmed instantly and he nodded slowly.

Lu Zichu asked again, "How long will it take?"

"The doctor said, two or three days at most." Bai Lu said, and suddenly couldn't hold it back anymore, tears fell, he hugged Lu Zichu, "Zichu, please let me cry for a while. I dare not cry in front of Bufan. But - I, I can't help it... I really can't help it..."

Lu Zichu was also very sad.

Zhuo Bufan is Fei Mingze's good brother for many years, and Bai Lu is also his new friend.

Now that he was about to die, he felt bad.

Moreover, Zhuo Bufan's illness and Bai Lu's pain always reflect some of himself and Fei Mingze.

Lu Zichu couldn't imagine what Fei Mingze would do if one day he and Zhuo Bufan passed away too.

After an unknown amount of time, Bai Lu finally cleaned himself up and stopped talking.

He put on the mask, glanced at Lu Zichu, his eyes fell on his hospital gown, his heart skipped a beat, and he asked again, "Are you really okay, Zichu?"

Lu Zichu's face froze, then he smiled dryly, "No, how could I be in trouble? I don't smoke on weekdays. It's really just a nodule."

Bai Lu finally believed it and said goodbye to him.

Lu Zichu returned to the ward absentmindedly. After thinking about it, he decided to call Fei Mingze.

He answered the call quickly, but coincidentally, neither of them spoke.

After a long silence, Lu Zichu asked, "Do you already know about Zhuo Bufan's affairs?"

"Ah."

Fei Mingze's voice was very nasal. Lu Zichu could guess how he felt when he learned about Zhuo Bufan's misfortune.

He had been feeling that way particularly lately.

"Then... will you come back?" Lu Zichu really hoped that he would come back, not only to see Zhuo Bufan, but also to see himself.

Fei Mingze choked up and said, "I won't go back, Zichu."

Lu Zichu was a little disappointed, but he was also prepared, "Then don't go back. I'll send him off for you."

"it is good."

After Fei Mingze finished speaking, Lu Zichu thought he was going to hang up the phone, but he didn't.

The two people listened to each other's breathing.

After a moment, Fei Mingze said again, "I am too embarrassed to go back and see him."

Lu Zichu felt that Fei Mingze was even more depressed than he had imagined. He was a little worried.

"you--"

"Zi Chu, I really don't have the face to go back and attend Bu Fan's funeral."

Lu Zichu had never seen Fei Mingze like this, decadent, depressed, and self-destructive. His heart ached, "Mingze, I understand."

Fei Mingze understood that he didn't come back not because he was cold-blooded, but because the seemingly joking words Zhuo Bufan said before leaving were deeply engraved in his heart.

He really didn't have the face to come back to attend Zhuo Bufan's funeral. After all, he hadn't received an explanation yet.

Lu Zichu comforted him, "Don't worry about the things in China, I will take care of it. Don't work too hard over there, your health is the most important, understand?"

Fei Mingze responded, "Yeah."

"Then I'll hang up."

"Zichu?" When Lu Zichu was about to hang up the phone, Fei Mingze suddenly called him.

"what happened?"

"Don't you have anything to say to me?" Fei Mingze said, "I think you've been worried lately."