Chapter 76 I'm sorry

Wang Yan stared intently at Shen Le'an, his expression turning serious.

His intuition told him that the phone call was related to him.

As the call ended, Wang Yan's heart leaped into his throat.

Shen Le'an put his hands back into his pockets and looked at Wang Yan.

Wang Yan's mouth was drooling profusely, and his Adam's apple was bobbing uncontrollably.

He found himself too afraid to speak, as no answer was what he wanted to hear.

"Let's go, I'll take you to the examination room."

Shen Le'an spoke first, breaking the silence.

He also wisely refrained from telling Wang Yan the report results first, thinking it best to let the doctor tell him himself.

He doesn't want to be the "bad guy".

Wang Yan lowered his head and said, "Mm."

A gentle knock came at the door of the consultation room, and a woman's voice came from inside: "Come in."

Shen Le'an turned the doorknob, pushed the door open, and went inside.

"aunt."

The doctor, seated in the chair, nodded slightly in response.

Shen Le'an turned her body to the side, making way for Wang Yan behind her. "He is the Wang Yan I was talking about, Aunt."

"I see."

Shen Le'an's aunt raised her hand to push up her frameless glasses and looked sharply at Wang Yan.

"I've read your medical report."

Wang Yan looked at her nervously, his voice trembling uncontrollably, "How is it?"

Sunlight streamed through the glass into the consultation room, creating shimmering reflections.

"You are in good health."

Shen Le'an's aunt said with a smile that she thought it was a good thing.

But for Wang Yan, this was like being struck by lightning.

Wang Yan didn't know whether he hoped he wasn't sick or he hoped he was.

What will Su Yueming do if he doesn't have a terminal illness?

He imprisoned Su Yueming for so many days, how should that be accounted for? What should it be considered?

"Doctor, can you tell me exactly what it means?"

Wang Yan took two steps forward, his voice terribly hoarse.

This was the first time Shen Le'an's aunt, a doctor for so many years, had ever seen someone act as if he had lost his parents, even though confirming a misdiagnosis was a good thing.

“What I mean is, your previous diagnosis was a misdiagnosis.” Shen Le’an’s aunt paused, then emphasized again, “You are perfectly healthy.”

All the color drained from Wang Yan's face instantly, as if he were about to faint at any moment.

"Brother Yan, are you alright?"

Shen Le'an quickly reached out and grabbed Wang Yan's arm, his face full of worry.

"I'm fine, I'm fine."

Wang Yan shook his head, opened the door, and walked out of the consultation room.

He even forgot to say thank you and left rudely.

But after taking only a couple of steps, Wang Yan could no longer go on.

My body slid slowly down the wall until I landed on the cold ground.

Tears welled up again, dripping down her cheeks and onto her clothes.

A man sitting on the ground crying would seem out of place anywhere, but not in a hospital.

"Brother Yan."

Shen Le'an stood in front of him, his body blocking the faint light that fell in.

As he watched Wang Yan's tearful face, his heart trembled slightly.

This was the first time he had ever seen a man cry, and it was quite interesting, to be honest.

Shen Le'an opened his mouth and comforted her, "Isn't this a good thing? So don't cry."

Wang Yan didn't want Shen Le'an to see his vulnerable side, so he raised his hand to wipe away his tears.

"Perhaps." Wang Yan straightened up, coughed lightly, and tried to compose himself. "What time is it?"

Shen Le'an looked down at his watch. "It's two o'clock in the afternoon."

"I should go home," Wang Yan murmured to himself. "Su Yueming doesn't want me to go home too late."

Shen Le'an frowned; this was not the sentence he wanted to hear.

"Brother Yan, what you need to do now is let Su Yueming leave!" Shen Le'an emphasized, "He doesn't belong to you, and it's no use forcing him."

His words poured into Wang Yan's ears, like poison injected into his heart.

“I am very grateful to you for what happened today.” Wang Yan met Shen Le’an’s gaze. “But I will handle my own affairs. Don’t overstep your bounds.”

Shen Le'an was furious at those words.

"Brother Yan, how could you say that?" He tore away Shen Le'an's calm exterior to reveal an extremely corrupt look. "I'm only doing this for your own good."

Wang Yan didn't want to get entangled in these pointless topics with him, so he turned around and strode away.

Shen Le'an, however, had no intention of letting Wang Yan go so easily, and he quickly caught up with him.

"Brother Yan, why are you so stubborn?" Shen Le'an looked at Wang Yan's indifferent profile, his resentment making him unable to control his tongue, "Do you believe I'll call the police?"

The words "Call the police" echoed in Wang Yan's ears.

He stopped abruptly and turned to look at Shen Le'an.

"I hate it when people threaten me."

Wang Yan spoke slowly and deliberately, his tone devoid of any warmth, "So it's up to you."

This was the first time Shen Le'an had ever seen Wang Yan angry.

He also knew he had said the wrong thing; he shouldn't have spoken like that.

"I'm sorry," Shen Le'an said, touching his nose. "I was talking nonsense."

The bright lights of the hospital corridor shone down, and Wang Yanchang sighed, "I want to be alone for a while. Don't follow me anymore."

After saying that, Wang Yan picked up his foot again.

Shen Le'an watched Wang Yan's departing figure, his fingers clenching tightly at his sides.

As Wang Yan walked out of the hospital, the sun was already setting in the west, its orange-yellow rays painting half the sky.

To cover up the lie, Wang Yan got off the bus at the vegetable market near the residential area.

As he passed a fruit shop, he went in and bought a box of cherries.

Because Wang Yan knew that Su Yueming liked to eat.

Carrying fruits and vegetables up the stairs, Wang Yan stood on the fifth floor, but suddenly lost the courage to open the door.

He didn't know how to face Su Yueming.

The idea of ​​atoning for my sins in hell that I once thought of has now vanished like a bubble.

However, the damage he caused to Su Yueming could not be healed.

Trembling, Wang Yan unlocked the door with his key and stepped into the house.

It felt as if a fawn was pounding wildly in my chest, filled with panic and unease.

"Wang Yan, is that you back?"

Su Yueming's voice came from inside the bedroom.

Wang Yan vigorously rubbed his cheeks, trying to regulate his breathing.

"It's me."

Wang Yan carried the cherries into the bedroom, trying to avoid looking at Su Yueming: "I just passed by the fruit shop and bought some cherries."

Su Yueming's gaze remained fixed on him, unwavering for a long time.

Did you buy this specifically for me?

Wang Yan took a deep breath. "Yes."

"I'm so happy." Su Yueming jumped for joy, a slight smile playing on his lips.

Looking at him like this, Wang Yan felt as if something was churning inside his chest, as if it was about to burst out at any moment.

Look at that.

What has he done to Su Yueming, who should have been cherished by millions?

Every day, I have to pretend to be happy to please the person who imprisoned me.

"Su Yueming." Wang Yan's eyelashes fluttered, and his voice choked with sobs, "I'm sorry."