Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

"..."

Seeing the drunkard's gaze was dull, his eyes were hollow and he didn't respond to what he said. The doctor became worried and didn't dare to walk away at this time, for fear that he would not be able to do something stupid if he couldn't keep it going.

He has tried to communicate with him many times, trying to find out if he has any family, relatives or friends.

In his current situation, what he needs most is the care, encouragement and enlightenment of his relatives.

But he refused to say anything.

I think there is something unspeakable, or else I can't even call a friend at this most helpless time.

"Doctor, you don't have to guard me, I won't mess around."

In fact, he wanted to go to that person for help. That person was from the Demon Realm. Even Brother Zhe said that he could be saved. His illness should not be difficult for that person.

But he didn't want to, he was afraid that the person would take the opportunity to let him do something he didn't want.

Although he also wanted to get better and live, he was even more afraid that that person would use him to deal with Jun Mo Yan and Qing Yi.

So he chose to resign himself.

The doctor looked at him and sighed slightly: "Why don't I apply to the dean to change you to the VIP ward, where a better environment will help your condition get better, don't worry about the cost, I can help you first... …"

"No, I don't want to owe favors."

"...I really met a patient like you for the first time, saying that you don't cherish this life, but you gritted your teeth during chemotherapy and surgery..." The doctor shook his head and smiled bitterly.

At this time, a nurse who had not yet changed his work clothes came in for the night shift, still carrying an insulation box in his hand.

"Doctor Ai, the lean meat porridge is ready for you to bring it over."

"Thank you, Xiao Chen." The doctor smiled and stretched out his hand to take it.

"It's okay, it just happened that I also ate supper myself, so I would cook a little more and bring it along." The nurse smiled and then looked at the alcoholic on the bed.

"How is he?"

"It was discovered in time, and the condition has temporarily stabilized."

"That's good, then I'll change my clothes for the shift."

"Ok."

After the nurse left, the doctor put the insulation box on the bedside table and said to the drunkard: "You can eat now. After the bottle of potion is finished, drink the porridge, and then sleep in peace. We will do chemotherapy and other operations afterwards. Arrange slowly."

"……Thank you."

This thank you, he deserves to cry.

Very poor, right? Even his life has trouble with doctors and nurses.

He really seems to have nothing.

Even the only Tsing Yi who cared about him didn't know that he might not survive.

A hurried figure rushed to the floor in a panic, looking for the ward number from the nurse after confirming the information in the quiet corridor.

"Is this a patient from Ward 302? Someone finally came to visit him."

"I heard that the patient in Ward 302 suddenly got worse in the afternoon. If it weren't discovered in time, I'm afraid the morgue would take up more space."

"It's really pitiful, but he is sick at a young age. A handsome guy who is so good-looking is almost tortured. What's more pitiful is that since he was hospitalized until now, no one has come to visit him."

The conversation between the two nurses reverberated continuously in Tsing Yi's brain, as if he had suddenly witnessed something terrible, his legs were so frightened.

The doctor was still talking to the alcoholic in the ward, when suddenly a person broke in.