Chapter 75 is good news.

The north wind howled outside the window, and the dry branches swayed.

Wang Yan walked to the entrance hall. "Who is it?"

A familiar voice came from outside the door, "It's me, Shen Le'an."

"What's up?"

Wang Yan didn't want to open the door.

He didn't know why Shen Le'an had come, nor did he want to see the pity in Shen Le'an's eyes.

"Brother Yan, open the door quickly." Shen Le'an's tone was somewhat urgent. "I really need to talk to you about something."

Wang Yan frowned, but still opened the door.

He opened the door a crack and looked at Shen Le'an standing outside.

In just a few days, Shen Le'an lost a lot of weight, and the black down jacket looked particularly large on her.

"Brother Yan." Shen Le'an spoke softly to Wang Yan, his tone filled with unfathomable emotion: "Come to the hospital with me, I've already made an appointment for your check-up."

Wang Yan raised his hand to close the door; he really disliked the word "hospital."

Shen Le'an, however, was one step ahead of him, extending his foot to block the door and forcefully squeezing in with one side of his body.

"Brother Yan," Shen Le'an pleaded, "please come to the hospital with me, I beg you."

Wang Yan looked at him, at his chin, which became even more pointed because of his thinness.

"What can going change?"

Wang Yan's eyelashes trembled uncontrollably; this was a problem he had always wanted to avoid deep down.

Seeing that his words had worked, Shen Le'an realized that at least Wang Yan was no longer resisting.

He immediately took a deep breath: "Brother Yan, when were you diagnosed with a terminal illness? Did the doctor tell you how much longer you had to live?"

Wang Yan was stumped by Shen Le'an's question and subconsciously began to recall.

"The doctor said I had about three months left to live."

"During this period, did you experience any symptoms? Or has it been more than three months since your diagnosis?"

Wang Yan stared blankly at Shen Le'an, momentarily at a loss for words.

Because he realized it too.

Since being diagnosed, Wang Yan has only fainted once and has not shown any symptoms since, and has even rarely caught a cold.

Most importantly, almost four months have passed since the diagnosis.

Wang Yan felt as if he were standing on a bottomless abyss, and that he had already lost his footing.

A strong feeling of weightlessness swept through my entire body, starting from my heart.

"Brother Yan."

Shen Le'an reached out and grasped Wang Yan's fingers, which were gripping the doorknob.

As if burned, Wang Yan quickly withdrew his hand.

"Come to the hospital with me."

Shen Le'an repeated this.

Wang Yan's eyes flickered slightly, as if he had used all his strength: "Okay."

Shen Le'an suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, his chest heaving violently.

Fortunately, Wang Yan agreed, so his trip wasn't in vain.

"But I need to talk to Su Yueming about it."

"Okay, no problem."

Shen Le'an glanced down at his watch and instructed, "But be quick, it's almost time for your appointment."

Wang Yan nodded and closed his eyes tightly.

He turned around and opened his eyes again. His face had returned to normal, and no one could tell that anything was wrong.

Wang Yan slowly walked into the bedroom and closed the door tightly.

Who's outside?

Su Yueming was the first to raise a question.

"express delivery."

Wang Yan instinctively lied, not wanting Su Yueming to know he was going to the hospital.

What did you buy?

Su Yueming was clearly not someone who could be easily fooled; his sharp gaze seemed to see right through Wang Yan's soul.

"Just some daily necessities." Wang Yan didn't want to elaborate and changed the subject, saying, "We're out of vegetables today, I'm going downstairs to buy some."

"etc."

Su Yueming suddenly called out to Wang Yan, his eyes filled with fear.

Wang Yan looked at him, puzzled. "What's wrong?"

"When are you coming back?" Su Yueming swallowed hard, looking at him expectantly. "You'll come back, right?"

"Of course I'll come back."

Although Wang Yan didn't know why Su Yueming asked that question, he still gave an affirmative answer.

What time will you be back?

Su Yueming felt as anxious and uneasy as a pet about to lose its owner.

Wang Yan looked up at the clock; it was nine o'clock in the morning.

He didn't actually know when he would return.

So he gave a vague time: "This afternoon."

"All right."

Su Yueming nodded and didn't press further: "Try to come back as soon as possible."

"good."

Wang Yan lowered his eyes and agreed.

After leaving the bedroom, Wang Yan closed the door.

When Shen Le'an saw him come out, he immediately got up from the sofa.

Just as he was about to say something, Wang Yan put his index finger to his lips and shushed him.

Shen Le'an instantly understood and wisely shut his mouth.

Wang Yan put on his coat and baseball cap and walked out of the house with Shen Le'an.

He hasn't come downstairs for a long time.

Pushing open the unit door, sunlight shone on Wang Yan, but it couldn't dispel the chill in the air.

Shen Le'an called a ride-hailing service on his phone and got into the car as soon as he left the residential area.

Wang Yan stared at the receding scenery outside the window, his mind completely blank.

He didn't want to think about anything, nor did he want to ponder anything.

"Brother Yan."

Shen Le'an called out softly to Wang Yan.

Wang Yan turned his head and stared at him without saying a word.

"Have you considered the possibility that it might actually be a misdiagnosis?"

Misdiagnosis is like poison disguised in a sweet exterior.

Wang Yan hadn't thought about this, and he didn't know how to answer.

If it's true...

The image of Su Yueming tied to the bed flashed through Wang Yan's mind, and he suddenly realized that he couldn't bear the consequences.

"I haven't thought about it," Wang Yan said in a deep voice. "Let's wait until we get the results."

"Um."

The ride-hailing car slowly came to a stop at the top-tier hospital, where countless haggard faces could be seen at a glance.

The prayers heard here are more sincere than those in churches.

Wang Yan opened the car door and got out, inhaling the cold air into his lungs.

He followed Shen Le'an into the hospital, where the smell of disinfectant hit him.

Because it was time for his scheduled check-up, Wang Yan didn't have to wait in line and went straight for a full-body examination.

When Wang Yan came out of the examination room, his face was pale and his palms were sweaty.

“My aunt works here.” Shen Le’an handed the bottled water he had bought to Wang Yan. “So the test results will be available today.”

Wang Yan took the water, unscrewed the cap, and swallowed the cold water in large gulps.

"I can't go back too late."

Wang Yan lowered his head and murmured.

"It won't be too late, don't worry."

Wang Yan nodded, leaned back in his chair, and slowly closed his eyes.

He once again experienced the feeling of each day dragging on endlessly, every minute and every second being exceptionally painful.

It felt as if someone was slowly and meticulously cutting his body, unwilling to give him a quick death.

One o'clock in the afternoon.

The number of patients in the hospital remains high, with people coming and going in a hurry.

Shen Le'an's phone vibrated. He looked at the number displayed on the screen, took two deep breaths, and then answered it.

"aunt."

"Bring him over, it's good news."