Chapter 133 I owe you a huge favor

Wen Shuang made an appointment in advance with a doctor who was an ophthalmologist, and took Zhou Qing there early the next morning.

After a long and detailed examination, the two of them finally sat at one end of the desk, watching the old expert opposite them wearing glasses and frowning as he flipped through the films and medical records.

After the old expert put down what he was doing, Wen Shuang couldn't wait to ask, "Doctor, how is it?"

"It's undoubtedly a family genetic disease, but the patient's condition is not very bad. My suggestion is to perform surgery to solve it." The old expert whispered.

Wen Shuang: “Is the risk big?”

"Not small." The old expert said, looking at Zhou Qing with some disapproval: "You should have come earlier."

Zhou Qing was speechless. People would not admit that they might lose their hearing or vision. No matter how strong their heart was, they would always become timid and escape after being touched by something soft. Zhou Qing was no exception. He had taken countless medicines for his eyes and spent countless energy on them since he was a child. The occasional blindness made him look a little tired. In addition, he was of a calm nature and did not have enough money on hand, so he naturally had the idea of ​​letting it go. But now he didn't want to do that anymore, not only because of Yu Ze, but also because this world was beautiful and exciting, and staying a little longer would be a gain.

After coming out of the hospital, Zhou Qing picked up a bunch of medicines. The old expert asked him to stay in the hospital for observation, but Zhou Qing refused, saying that he wanted to discuss it with his family.

It's not that Zhou Qing doesn't trust Yu Ze, but taking care of a patient is not as simple as imagined. If he loses his sight, he will become very troublesome. Can Yu Ze accept it?

Wen Shuang felt that Yu Ze could do it, but Zhou Qing seemed unable to do so. He couldn't get over the hurdle in his heart.

Zhou Qing promised Wen Shuang that he would tell her when he found a suitable opportunity, and this search lasted for two whole days. During these two days, Zhou Qing was obviously worried, and Yu Ze was not a fool, he saw through it at a glance, but no matter how he asked, no matter how he teased or used threats and inducements in a joking manner, Zhou Qing just shook his head.

When Yu Ze came out of the bathroom that night, as expected, he saw Zhou Qing sitting at the head of the bed in a daze, as if a thousand-pound weight was pressing on his shoulders. Yu Ze's anger rose little by little for no reason. The two of them had come this far, so what was there that could not be said? A terrible feeling of being concealed and not trusted lingered in his heart. Yu Ze was suspicious by nature, and once he thought too much, he would easily push himself into a desperate situation.

Zhou Qing didn't come back to his senses until he was enveloped by the tall figure of the man. He looked at Yu Ze standing beside the bed and smiled, "Are you okay?"

Yu Ze didn't smile this time. He frowned slightly, with a dark mist in his eyes. "Zhou Qing, am I your boyfriend?"

Zhou Qing pursed his lips: "Yes."

"Then what can't you tell me?" Yu Ze said in a low voice, "You know very well that I don't like secrets between us, and I don't like your affairs to be out of my control, but you insist on doing this..."

"No!" Zhou Qing interrupted anxiously.

The panic in his eyes stung Yu Ze, and he couldn't bring himself to say a single harsh word. Yu Ze casually threw the towel on the sofa next to him, then turned and left the bedroom in his shorts. "Forget it."

Yu Ze originally wanted to slam the door, but at the last moment he was reluctant to do so, fearing that it would scare Zhou Qing, so he just opened it gently. The door was not closed tightly. Zhou Qing heard the man's footsteps coming down the stairs and thought he was going to leave. When he looked again, he saw that it was already twelve o'clock in the evening, and he suddenly panicked.

Yu Ze's sudden burst of anger gave Zhou Qing the courage to fight to the death at the critical moment. He suddenly jumped off the bed and quickly chased after him.

In fact, Yu Ze had no intention of leaving. In the past, when he encountered something unhappy, he liked to go to the bar alone to have a couple of drinks, and take care of one or two ignorant people to vent his anger. He could do whatever he wanted with money. But since he started dating Zhou Qing, getting home before 8 o'clock became an obsession. As long as Zhou Qing was there, Yu Ze had no intention of leaving. He opened the wine cabinet and took out a bottle of vodka.

When he took out another small cup, he saw Zhou Qing appear on the second floor, so Yu Ze took out another cup, thinking that if it didn't work, he would try to get him drunk.

Zhou Qing was walking down holding the handrail at a rather fast pace. In the middle of the walk, he suddenly stopped, his pupils dilated in an instant, he missed a step, and fell down without any warning.

By the time Yu Ze realized something was wrong and rushed forward, it was too late. Zhou Qing stumbled on the last step, not knowing where he had hit himself. His face was pale. He struggled to sit up and seemed to want to get up again, but then he was hugged by someone. Yu Ze put one arm around the young man's waist and the other under his knees. Zhou Qing put his arm around Yu Ze's neck in a dependent manner and whispered, "I knew you wouldn't leave."

This was not the two-story building in the flower garden, but Yu Ze's apartment. When they didn't have much time for flowers, they would come back to live in the city. Zhou Qing was not yet at the stage where he could walk with his eyes closed, so he got anxious and fell badly.

"Where did you fall?" Yu Ze asked with a sullen face and a hoarse voice, then frowned fiercely: "Wait for me to change clothes, and then we'll go to the hospital."

Zhou Qing stopped Yu Ze and said it was not serious, just two bruises at most.

He held Yu Ze's hand tightly, with no intention of letting go. Although he tilted his head back, his gaze was not focused on Yu Ze's face.

Something is wrong... Yu Ze looked directly at Zhou Qing, and suddenly his pupils shrank into a dot, and he froze.

Zhou Qing felt that the breath he had been holding in his heart suddenly loosened, and he knew that he could no longer hide it.

Yu Ze waved his hand in front of Zhou Qing's eyes. Just like in the haunted house, the young man showed no reaction. But that time was in pitch darkness, and Zhou Qing said he was night blind. Now the living room was brightly lit, so why was he still like that?

Uncontrollably, Yu Ze slowly squatted in front of Zhou Qing and asked with great effort, "What's wrong with your eyes?"

Zhou Qing let go of Yu Ze's hand, but the other party held it tightly. He thought that if Yu Ze minded, he would let go, so be it.

"I can't see anymore," Zhou Qing explained. "Yu Ze, I have a family genetic disease. I occasionally lose my sight. I can't guarantee that one day... I might become completely blind."

Yu Ze's throat was dry and sore. He understood every word Zhou Qing said, but why did he feel it was so absurd?

He took a deep breath, his expression clear and serious, and smoothed back the hair on Zhou Qing's face. "Have you seen a doctor?"

"Yes, Wen Shuang discovered it. I saw a specialist a few days ago." Zhou Qing replied, "The medical records are in the cabinet next to my bed."

Upon hearing this, Yu Ze stood up, picked up Zhou Qing, and went back to the bedroom together.

There was a thick stack of medical records, some of which were from the past with badly worn edges. Zhou Qing sat at the head of the bed, hugging his knees with a dull expression.

Yu Ze patiently studied the case, and it took him a full half hour to read it through word for word. Although he was not an expert, fortunately it was written in detail. Yu Ze got up and covered Zhou Qing with a quilt. He did not plan to sleep tonight.

Zhou Qing lay sideways on the bed, his vision still pitch black. He heard Yu Ze standing on the balcony, making calls, one number after another. He had memorized all the symptoms and technical terms described in the medical records. It seemed like he had contacted someone. Yu Ze paused, then whispered, "Yeah, I understand."

Zhou Qing's case is rather special, but it is not an isolated case. Yu Ze learned that this type of surgery is the most advanced in the country. A doctor named Qu Tian has performed five such operations in total, and all were successful.

It was difficult to make an appointment with Qu Tian, ​​and Yu Ze couldn't find a channel for a while, but the friend on the phone told him that he could find someone to help.

In the past, Yu Ze would have refused to comply, but this time, he dialed the number without hesitation.

"Hello," Tang Weisheng said lazily, "It's not daybreak yet, otherwise I thought the sun was rising from the west. Why are you calling me? Could it be..." Tang Weisheng joked, "You have something to ask me." He thought it was impossible not to mention the "flour balloon" incident again. Tang Weisheng would depend on this joke for the rest of his life.

Unexpectedly, Yu Ze said in a serious tone, "Please."

Tang Weisheng suddenly sat up from the bed, and Tan Li, who had been eavesdropping, also sat up. The two looked at each other with fear on their faces.

What possessed Yu Ze?

Tang Weisheng pressed the loudspeaker: "I'm warning you, if you have any tricks, just use them openly. Don't do these unnecessary things."

"Please," Yu Ze repeated, then said, "Can you help me contact Qu Tian, ​​the ophthalmologist? Any price, any conditions!"

Tang Weisheng frowned: "There's something wrong with your eyes."

"It's not me." Yu Ze said bitterly, "It's Zhou Qing."

Qu Tian was Tang Weisheng's college classmate. They had been on the school basketball team together. Although they had never spoken properly, they had kept in touch since graduation. They had an inexplicable magnetic field that was compatible with each other. They would occasionally send messages during the holidays, just to know that they were doing well with each other. Some time ago, Tang Weisheng made his relationship with Tan Li public with a picture of two hands clasped together. Qu Tian liked the picture and wrote "99". It was 4:30 in the morning, and it was obvious that he had just come out of the operating room.

Qu Tian has publicly stated that he and Tang Weisheng are friends. The two of them rarely meet up throughout the year, and their relationship is simple and plain.

The person who just called Yu Ze knew this, so he asked him to contact Tang Weisheng.

In fact, let alone Zhou Qing, even if Yu Ze had any problems with his eyes, Tang Weisheng would do his best to help. He immediately called Qu Tian, ​​who answered the phone after two rings. His voice was deep and plain, but very pleasant to the ear. "Why did you think of calling me?"

Tan Li immediately became alert.

Tang Weisheng got straight to the point. "A very important friend of mine has eye problems. Are you free?"

Then came the sound of Qu Tian flipping through papers, "Come to my hospital on Saturday afternoon."

Qu Tian gave Tang Weisheng a lot of face. Just as he was envied for his quick recruitment and then almost had his medical license revoked due to a so-called "medical accident", it was Tang Weisheng who came to his aid after learning about it, and used thundering means to get to the truth and give him justice.

Tang Weisheng: "Thank you very much. I'll treat you to a meal when I'm free."

"Yeah." Qu Tian had no intention of making small talk. He hung up the phone after finishing his business.

Tang Weisheng called Yu Ze back, reassured him, and then told him the time and place.

Yu Ze's heart, which had been pounding in his throat, finally settled back into his chest. He wasn't used to asking for favors, let alone expressing gratitude, but at this moment, he opened his mouth and said, "Thank you. I owe you a huge favor."

Tang Weisheng snorted: "Not really, I'm doing this for Zhou Qing, but do you know what to do next?"

Yu Ze was stunned for two seconds before he said firmly, "SpongeBob is the cutest in the world, lard noodles are not tasty, and you can use the flour balloon thing to make fun of me for the rest of my life!"

Tan Li: “…” Good guy.

Tang Weisheng: “…” Boring.