He's super cute

"I'm sorry..." Jiang Yan's eyes turned red suddenly, he was not afraid of anything, only Jiang Yuqing's tears, he had made him cry so many times, and he didn't want to do it again.

"I'm sorry, maybe I have done too many bad things, and now the retribution is coming, I never thought of leaving you behind, I'm afraid" I'm afraid that if I look at you a few more times, I won't be able to bear to leave.

He's a complete coward.

Everything now is his own fault.

"I'm going to do bone marrow matching." Jiang Yuqing wiped away tears and tried to stand up while holding his soft knees, as if to comfort Jiang Yan, but he was shaking uncomfortably. Go" "Don't be afraid, I am with you, I will always be with you."

For Jiang Yuqing, the change in front of him was obviously too cruel.

From the beginning to the end, he almost cried in this love. He only tasted the sweetness of the stars at the beginning, but he had to bear all the hopelessness and pain in the future.

Secretary Wang could accept it, Jiang Nanbai could accept it, and even Jiang Yan could accept his own death.

Only Jiang Yuqing can't.

He cried worse than anyone else, as if he wanted to cry out Jiang Yan's share too.

"Acute B-lymphoblastic leukemia has the possibility of being cured. It is a blessing in misfortune to have this disease. The current leukemia has a cure rate if you actively cooperate with the treatment." Qi Caichuan hadn't rested all night. He took off his glasses , pressing his forehead, "But Jiang Yan has been tossing too hard these days." He sighed and did not continue.

Due to the suppression of the normal hematopoietic function of this leukemia patient, the most taboo thing is to bleed and engage in strenuous activities, but Jiang Yan almost takes up all of them.

Almost became a regular visitor to the emergency room.

"Is there no other way?" Jiang Yuqing clenched the armrest tightly, his heart felt like he was being crushed by a boulder, the clouds were so dense that he could not see a ray of light, "He, he is only in his 20s." They are all old foxes, so people often ignore his age.

After all, he was just a young man in his twenties.

There are still ten days until his birthday.

"Let's arrange chemotherapy first." Qi Caichuan stayed up all night, his voice hoarse, "Bone marrow transplantation should be done as soon as possible."

"I'll try to get him back."

Jiang Yuqing's tears have not been broken since he saw the diagnosis sheet. He suppressed the choking forcefully and sniffed, "Please, Doctor Qi."

"Not to mention that he is my best friend, I will do my best to every patient." Qi Caichuan handed Jiang Yuqing a tissue, "I just want to thank you, if it weren't for you, he might not even want to do chemotherapy, Wait quietly to die."

"You are his only wish in this world."

Thank you for being in the mud because of him, but you can still reach out to hug Jiang Yan at this moment.

Jiang Yuqing walked out of the office slowly while supporting the wall, he slowly raised his head, the sun was shining on his cheeks, he squinted his eyes, and stretched out his hands to cover them.

People in the hospital came and went, crying and crying, or embracing each other with joy.

Jiang Yuqing suddenly thought about how Jiang Yan survived that cold winter in the morning when he died.

Qi Caichuan said that Jiang Yan didn't want to live a long time ago, and avenging him was the last thread that pulled Jiang Yan, so he lived like a walking dead for two years.What about him, if Jiang Yan died, what would happen to him?

I dare not think about it, but just thinking about it makes my heart feel like a knife is piercing, and my whole body seems to be torn apart.

Jiang Yuqing unknowingly walked outside Jiang Yan's ward.

Jiang Yan had already fallen asleep, and his physical strength was getting weaker and weaker. Even a simple movement of leaning against the head of the bed would cause fine cold sweat to ooze from his forehead.

His body withered almost at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Jiang Yuqing gently grasped one of Jiang Yan's knuckles, just like ten years ago.

It was as if the Lord felt at ease holding his hand.

He looked at Jiang Yan's pale and haggard face for a long while, the corners of his eyes were flushed, and his despair wrapped him tightly like a poisonous snake, getting tighter and tighter, making him feel a sense of suffocation that was hard to get rid of.

He slowly drew Jiang Yan's outline with his index finger, and whispered softly, "Will chemotherapy cause hair loss?"

"If you survive, I will promise you one request, any request is fine."

If you die, you have to promise me one request.

Promise me, give me more time.

Wait for me down there a little longer.

Jiang Nanbai didn't expect Jiang Yuqing to accept it so quickly.

After he got the news, before he had time to comfort his crying and swollen-eyed brother, Jiang Yuqing pushed him to do bone marrow matching.

"Maybe it's matched with Ni?" Jiang Yuqing muttered in a low voice, "We can't give up a little hope."

"Don't worry, Jiang Yan won't die." Jiang Nanbai rubbed Jiang Yuqing's head, his usual yin and yang strangeness, but his tone was gentle and gentle, "After all, the disaster will last for thousands of years."

"Yes." Jiang Yuqing drooped her little curly hair, "He still owes me so much, now it's easier for him to die."

Jiang Nan looked at his younger brother's heart completely on Jiang Yan's side, and it was hard to say anything at this moment, and Jiang Yan's life was dying several times, and almost all of them were inseparable from the Jiang family.

He touched his nose and changed the subject, "I probably know the inside story of the car accident."

"Huh?" Jiang Yuqing raised his head, puzzled, "How do you know?"

"Because our Jiang family did it." Jiang Nanbai let out a breath and opened the window to breathe, "You don't care about the shopping mall, so you don't know. Jiang Yan has been chasing the Jiang family like a mad dog recently. The domestic part is chasing after them."

"Almost half of the Jiang family has been acquired."

"Yes." Jiang Yuqing seemed to think of something, and said softly while grabbing his hem, "Is it the part of the Jiang family under Grandpa's hands?"

The Jiang family split into two parts many years ago. Jiang Nanbai and Mr. Jiang had always been at odds, and the lack of harmony between the Jiang family's parents and the instigation of collateral relatives made it even more difficult. fire situation.

Therefore, Jiang Nanbai left the country early, and hardly touched the Jiang family's property in China.

But it was precisely because of the disconnection that Mr. Jiang had the opportunity to torture Jiang Yuqing for three years.

"It's him." Jiang Nanbai held Jiang Yuqing's trembling back, "It's all over, don't be afraid."

"Jiang Yan's methods were not so drastic at the beginning, he just asked the old man to apologize to you publicly." He frowned and sighed, "You also know the old man's character, asking him to apologize is equivalent to killing him."

"So Jiang Yan forced him..." Jiang Yuqing couldn't guess Jiang Yan's character.

"Yes, the old man is stubborn, and his words are not pleasant. At that time, Jiang Yan thought that you were dead, and he could stand insulting you no matter what. He simply didn't want the old man to apologize."

"The Jiang family is in the capital, and our Jiang family is located in the south of the Yangtze River. No matter how powerful Jiang Yan is, he can't reach the south of the Yangtze River. The old man doesn't care about him."

Jiang Nanbai shook his head, with an indescribable pleasure in his tone, "Who would have thought that this is a lunatic, he almost bet on the entire Jiang family, and he will also ruin the old man's fortune."

He had to admit that if Jiang Yan and his brother didn't have such a mess, Jiang Yan was indeed worthy of his friendship.

He also admires this person.

"He is" Jiang Yuqing looked at the door of the ward, his lips trembling slightly, "Is it worth it?"

Jiang Nanbai didn't want to admit it, but it was true, "He is seeking justice for you."

After all, he wanted to care about his family, so he didn't do anything.

But Jiang Yan has no worries, he only thinks that his beloved has suffered, and he will take revenge no matter what the price is.

This is not in line with Jiang Yan's usual style, but Jiang Yuqing has always been his exception.

"The old man is in a hurry, and he is too old to be confused, and he actually did something like buying a murderer to kill someone." Jiang Nanbai shrugged mockingly, "If you don't need Jiang Yan to do anything else this time, the Jiang family will collapse."

When he said this, he didn't have the slightest sadness of being part of the Jiang family, but his tone was relaxed.

The Jiang family has existed for too long. The roots of the big tree once hidden in the ground by Zeyin's descendants have given birth to darkness and moths. Sooner or later, there will be such a day.

"Brother" Jiang Yuqing stared at the corner, with a soft nasal voice, "What am I to him?"

"Will Jiang Yan's life be much smoother without me?"

"He will live happily with his grandfather, go to college, and find a job." Jiang Yuqing's voice trembled, and great sadness enveloped him, "Maybe there will be a like-minded and loving partner."

"But look at him now, his life has been completely ruined because of my appearance."

Jiang Yuqing counted the past almost self-harming, "I lost my favorite relative, was imprisoned in a special institution, had mental problems, and almost died several times." "He didn't have to take risks and be hurt again and again for me. "

"Listen Qingqing." Jiang Nanbai looked serious, "I don't care what Jiang Yan went through."

"Without him, you wouldn't be here now, needing sleeping pills at night to fall asleep."

"Maybe your biggest worry every day is that carrots are so bad to eat, not because of a man who is in grief here, even lost two children, and was forced to freeze to death outside."

Jiang Nanbai has enough confidence to raise Jiang Yuqing into a little prince.

"Brother, it's not." Jiang Yuqing grabbed Jiang Nanbai's clothes and wiped away tears, and smiled faintly, "He saved me."

"I ran away from home and didn't want to live. If he hadn't held my hand, I might have died a long time ago."

"He saved me."

Ten years ago, the little rose stretched out trembling petals to rest on the moon, quietly put away the small blade, and smiled innocently.