Yu Hanxiao was standing at the door, extremely anxious, but Yu Hanchuan refused to open the door, so he had no choice but to stand at the door stubbornly.
But thinking of his pale face just now, she clenched her fingers little by little, and made up her mind: Achuan, don't blame me, I just want to care about you.
He climbed over the wall and entered the courtyard. The flowers and plants in the courtyard were lush and well-tended. He could imagine the boy pruning them bit by bit, which must have been done with patience and care.
When he entered the villa, he saw a figure slumped on the sofa. His face was pale, bloodless, with a strange blush on it. He touched it with his hand and was startled.
It was so hot that he had a high fever again.
Thinking of what Yu Muyang said about his constant high fever six years ago, he thought that it must have damaged his health. He was in a state of confusion at the moment. In addition to heartache, he also felt endless self-blame.
It was all his own selfish desires that had put him in such a dangerous situation. He looked at the person in front of him with red eyes, and the emotion of self-blame kept surging over him, giving him a splitting headache.
He helped him up, but he was already unconscious and didn't know who he was. He carried him out on his back and was shocked by his light weight.
He was over 1.8 meters tall, yet he seemed so light that he could be blown away by a gust of wind. He didn't dare to think about what he had been through over the years. He felt heartbroken and afraid.
He didn't dare to think about it, didn't dare to recall how cruel he was to him, didn't dare to think about his deep hatred for him, even though that hatred was his own fault.
He carried him to the gate of the villa and walked to the side of the road to wait for a car. People on the road looked at him with strange eyes because he was carrying a man on his back, but he didn't care and just anxiously stopped a taxi on the side of the road.
Until a taxi finally stopped, he hurriedly and carefully put him in the car, then they got in together, looked at the driver in front, and said anxiously, "Let's go to the hospital."
The driver nodded and drove towards the hospital. Along the way, Yu Hanchuan's fever became worse and worse, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead. He hugged him tightly, his eyes red.
Achuan, it's my fault that you have suffered so much. This is my lifelong sin, and I will atone for the rest of my life.
The person in his arms had begun to tremble slightly and began to talk nonsense.
"Brother, brother, please don't send me away. I beg you. I won't fight with you. Please don't send me away. Brother, my home is here."
He spoke intermittently, and every word he said hit Yu Hanxiao's heart so hard that it made his heart twitch violently, as if he was going to die in the next moment.
His face was covered with tears, and he looked at the thin boy, feeling so scared and terrified.
How sick has he become over the years? Why has he never told me? Has he already become disappointed with me? Has he hated me so much?
But this was not my original intention. I didn't want to do this, but in the end I still hurt him, and hurt him so deeply.
The tears in his eyes kept falling down and landed on the boy's face. He hurriedly wiped them away with his hands. Achuan loved cleanliness the most and he couldn't let his face get dirty.
The driver looked at the man crying like a child and seemed to want to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything. He stopped at the hospital entrance and watched them get off the car.
As they were leaving, he still spoke, "Young man, be good to him. He has had a hard life."
Yu Hanxiao looked at the middle-aged man in front of him with some obvious worry and confusion, "Do you know him?"
The middle-aged man nodded. "I've met him many times. He often comes to the hospital. He seems to be in poor health and is very quiet. He never speaks. He's a poor child. He's been here for so long, and he's always been alone. If you are his relative, please take good care of him. This child is really pitiful."
He agreed stupidly, and his words kept echoing in his mind until the middle-aged driver left.
He often comes to the hospital alone, which makes people feel distressed.
Achuan, my Achuan, what have you experienced over the years?
He ran into the hospital carrying him and all the way to the emergency room.
When they arrived at the emergency room, he carefully put him down and said in a hurried voice, "Doctor, he has a fever, please take a look at him."
The doctor looked at him with some impatience, "Come one by one, don't you see I have several patients here?"
Yu Hanxiao's face darkened. "My brother has a very high fever right now. He's been in poor health. We can't wait. It could be fatal."
The waiting patients couldn't help but sigh when they saw him like this, "Who isn't anxious? Everyone who goes to the emergency room is anxious. Besides, we got here first."
Yu Hanxiao was burning with anxiety, his face gloomy. He quickly pulled his wallet from his pocket and pleaded in a low voice, "I'll give you 10,000 yuan each to get a doctor to see my brother first, okay? I'm really worried about him. Please."
Seeing him like this, the others were stunned. They looked at each other, and finally looked at the unconscious boy. They couldn't help but soften their hearts. "Forget it, we don't want your money. Your brother looks very sick. Let's see him first. We'll wait a while."
Yu Hanxiao thanked him repeatedly, then helped Yu Hanchuan to the doctor, "Doctor, please take a look at him."
The doctor looked up at him, a little surprised. "So it's him. He's been here many times. Why does he have a high fever again this time? Are you his family member?"
Yu Hanxiao was startled, then nodded, "Yes, I'm his brother. Has he been ill these past few years?"
The doctor looked through the patient's information on the computer and nodded. "Yes, he's a regular here, a pretty boy. I don't know why he's in such poor health. He always has a high fever, and he always comes alone. He even fainted a few times from the fever, and was found by people on the street and brought to the hospital."
"Does he always have a high fever?"
"Yes, his health is not good. There are some problems with his immune system. He has taken a lot of medicine over the years and has become somewhat immune. So he can only be given an IV drip."
After saying that, the doctor took out a new medical record book and scribbled something in a flamboyant style. Yu Hanxiao couldn't quite make it out. He looked up at the doctor, who said casually, "Go get your IV drip. Just give this list to the nurse."
Yu Hanxiao thanked him and left, then took him to get an IV drip. The nurses at the nurses' station looked at Yu Hanchuan like they were used to it. "It's him again! It's the third time this month. Are you his family member?"
"His brother."
"Oh, then you keep an eye on him. Call us when this bottle is finished."
"good."
He helped him sit down and looked at his frail body, which looked like it would collapse at any moment. There were many needle holes on the back of his hands, some of which were still so clear that it was a bit shocking to see.
He suddenly felt a little reluctant to watch, as he was afraid that he would not be able to stop crying.
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