Love you, never separate

He coughed violently and couldn't stop. He felt as if something was stuck in his throat and coughed it out with his hand over his mouth.

He opened his hand and saw that it was a mouthful of blood. He was stunned. There was still a sharp pain in his chest, which made him almost sweat.

"Teacher he? What's the matter? "

"He Qing, what's the matter with you?"

Zhao Xiaochen and Li Hui, who heard he Qing's severe cough, also hastened to end the fight and asked anxiously that he Qing had been hospitalized recently. They were a little worried.

Fortunately, the camera didn't face he Qing. He Qing was relieved. He took a piece of paper from the head of the bed and wiped the blood on his lips. He tried to press the pain in his chest. He said with a smile to the camera, "it's OK. I just saw you two are too funny. I was excited accidentally."

"I won't tell you. I'll go to the toilet and take the tuba. It's a bit urgent." He Qing felt that he might not be able to last long, so he eagerly found an excuse to hang up.

Zhao Xiaochen looked at He Qing's face a little pale, some worried asked: "really all right?"

"It's OK." He Qing smiles.

"I hung up. Remember to take pictures of me and bring some special products!" He Qing feel chest began to have a strong upward pressure, he spoke quickly finished, press the hang up key.

Then he dashed into the toilet, lying on the toilet and spitting in, another mouthful of blood, and a large pool of blood said, the toilet wall flowed down, and the water inside was dyed bright red.

He Qing covers his chest and gasps vigorously. His breathing is a little heavy. He feels that his chest is smashed by something. The severe pain makes him unconscious several times.

He held the toilet and sat down against the wall. The pain continued. His eyelids were so heavy that he could hardly open them. He hit the wall with the back of his head, one or two times

No matter it's used, it's still very painful. It's killing me

He pulled the corners of his mouth with difficulty.

Finally - dying?

But it's a pity that he wants to see Zhou Li, his grandmother, Dr. Wang, Sisi and many people before he dies

When he thought about it, he still had a lot of friends. He didn't know until now that he was never alone.

It's good that he suddenly smiles with relief. He thought that he would be free before he died. Only when he really faced death did he find that there were so many people worthy of his concern.

Unfortunately, he didn't see Zhou Li for the last time. He suddenly wanted to kiss and hug him again before he died.

Maybe before death, man's last desire will be magnified infinitely. At this moment, there is only one desire in his heart, the desire for Zhou Li

He probably really lost his mind. He picked up his mobile phone and pressed the No. 1 key with a long trembling. It was Zhou Li's phone number.

"Doo Doo"

After a while, the phone was hung up.

He Qing this just sobered up a few minutes, he dead of grasp oneself arm of meat, try to divert attention.

Yes, how could Zhou Li answer his phone? They've broken up.

He Qing's body slowly slid down the wall for a few minutes, and he almost lay flat on the ground. He laughed at himself and found a peaceful posture, ready to sleep like this.

You're free when you die——

"Drop, drop, drop"

He Qing opened his eyes, familiar with the white ceiling, white walls, familiar with the hospital bed, familiar with the sound of dripping

Ah, he came to the hospital again——

Tut, that's true. I didn't die.

He seems to be lost. He wants to die, especially when he has experienced severe chest pain, which makes him want to kill himself by hitting the wall immediately.

This kind of thing should hurt more and more. This time it's so unbearable. What should we do next time?

It seems that someone outside is whispering something. He is not in the mood to listen.

He looked at the ceiling with dull eyes, motionless, like a dying patient, and in fact it was.

Isn't he dying?

Dr. Wang finished the dialogue with director Li, entered the ward, saw he Qing with open eyes, quickly ran to the bedside and squatted down, "he Qing, you wake up!"

"Well." He Qing is still motionless, eyes son all don't turn for a while, just lightly hummed a.

"He Qing, look at me, don't do that..." Doctor Wang looked at He Qing and said bitterly.

He Qing turned his head a little, and his eyes turned to the eyes of Dr. Wang. Dr. Wang seemed very haggard. There was a trace of dark blue under his eyes. It seemed that he didn't sleep well.

After a long time, he Qing's eyes turned and asked in a hoarse voice, "how long did I sleep?"

"... two days." Doctor Wang seems to be some distressed stroking He Qing's hair.

So, has he been sleeping for two days? How time flies

"He Qing, let's take treatment. I beg you. I don't want to see you weak day by day. Every time you are sent to the hospital, I'm worried about going crazy." Dr. Wang pleaded.

"When you're asleep, I'll be thinking, what if you just leave? Pooh, Pooh, Pooh, you can't say such a bad thing. "

"Every day when you look bad, I will worry about whether something will happen to you. I live in such fear every day. I'm afraid that you will be sent to the hospital one day, but I can't help it." He Qing's body suddenly froze.

"I've lost it once, and I don't want to lose it again." Doctor Wang said, and suddenly he Qing held his hand. He Qing felt that his hand was shaking slightly. No, his whole body was shaking.

Dr. Wang's voice began to tremble, with a faint cry, and he continued: "I told you before that you are like my brother, with the same temper and personality."

"But I didn't tell you that my brother also died of lung cancer. At that time, I just watched him lose his voice little by little in front of me, just like now..."

"Do you know how broken I am? The day before yesterday, he was still by my side, yelling at my brother, but he died in front of my eyes

"I was just a little intern at that time, and I didn't know anything. I could only watch my younger brother die in front of me, but I had no choice. At that time, I was the only one in the ward. I should have written down the time of his death, but I didn't record it. It's meaningless, isn't it?"

"I can't accept the bad news at all in my heart. I don't know how I got out of the ward. I don't know why I cry. I just know that I seem to have forgotten something, but I can't remember it. I have a headache when I think about it."