Ye Fei's secretary was very efficient and sent him a screenshot of a neurological examination from a high-end private hospital that evening. The examination was scheduled for three days later because the muscle biopsy required local anesthesia and would take a whole day.
Ye Fei didn't tell anyone, arranged the day's work in advance, and drove to the hospital alone.
The weather was gloomy, and the car radio station said that a super typhoon was about to hit, reminding citizens to pay attention to safety and it was best not to go out. Ye Fei listened absentmindedly, and took advantage of the red light to pick up his phone and check WeChat.
It was as if her fingers had their own consciousness. Before Ye Fei could react, she automatically clicked on Yan Xiao's WeChat.
He and Yan Xiao didn't communicate much. Normally, they would just call each other when there was something. If he scrolled up carefully, he could still see the bald warning that Yan Xiao sent him.
Ye Fei was very angry at that time, but now she just finds it funny when she looks at it.
Ye Fei didn't know what was going on in his mind, but he moved his fingers and sent Yan Xiao an emoticon of a big white goose swaying forward, which he had saved from Gu Ruijia.
After sending the message, the green light happened to come on, so Ye Fei put down his phone and continued driving. When I arrived at the hospital, I saw many messages from Yan Xiao on my phone.
Ye Fei opened them one by one.
Yan Xiao probably didn't understand what he meant, and responded with a question mark at first. He called his name again and asked him what he wanted. After a few minutes, when I saw that he didn't reply, I was probably a little anxious, but I had no choice but to copy the big white goose emoticon package and send it back to him.
And from then on, it was sent every three minutes, as accurate as an alarm clock.
Ye Fei originally wanted to tell him that she was just having fun because she was bored. But when he stepped into the hospital gate and saw doctors in white coats walking back and forth in the corridor, he suddenly felt a huge panic in his heart.
The nurse at the front desk came up to greet him warmly and checked the appointment information. Ye Fei still had the same smile on her face as usual, and there was no sign of anything unusual, but her fingers holding the phone tightened again and again.
The phone vibrated and Ye Fei instinctively lowered her eyes. His unfocused eyes fell on the lit screen and wandered for a few seconds before he could see clearly that it was a message from Yan Xiao.
He clicked it and saw a series of big white geese neatly arranged from top to bottom, staggering forward, which inexplicably made people feel lively and energetic.
It was as if I had returned to the world from hell, and my body instantly warmed up. Ye Fei leaned against the front desk and sent Yan Xiao a same emoticon package, and then immediately received a reply from Yan Xiao.
Yan Xiao probably thought that Ye Fei wanted to exchange emoticons with him, so he followed the rules very seriously, without saying a word, and only sent big white geese.
So, when Ye Fei was lying on the hospital bed and the doctor was cutting open his arm to remove muscles, his cell phone would ring from time to time, as if to accompany him and provide support. There was no need for him to concentrate on chatting, nor did he need to bother making up excuses.
Just a simple emoticon package and Yan Xiao will appear.
The test results will take at least three working days to come out, and will then be sent directly to Ye Fei's email. If he needs it, the hospital can also send him a paper report.
Ye Fei refused the mailing, thanked the staff, and drove back home.
Then there was three days of waiting.
It was a very short period of time under normal circumstances, but now it seemed to be infinitely stretched, with no end in sight. Ye Fei was tormented and anxious, but had to pretend nothing happened.
Even so, Gu Ruijia, who had the most contact with him, noticed something.
"Why do you look like you've lost your soul?" Gu Ruijia sat on Ye Fei's desk with a cigarette in his mouth and looked at him carefully. "What happened?"
"It's okay." Seeing him smoking, Ye Fei also felt the urge to smoke and took out a cigarette from her pocket.
Seeing this, Gu Ruijia wanted to come over and help him light the cigarette with her cigarette butt as usual, but Ye Fei dodged her.
Gu Ruijia was stunned: "What are you doing?"
Ye Fei glanced at him and took out a lighter from her pocket: "Did you brush your teeth this morning?"
"Fuck you," Gu Ruijia was so angry that she yelled at him, like a shrew in the film and television industry, "Are you still a human being?!"
Ye Fei curled her lips into a smile and blew a smoke ring at him lazily.
Gu Ruijia glared at him and was about to say something when Ye Fei's computer suddenly made a ding sound. The next second, he saw Ye Fei's face suddenly change.
"Whose news is this?" Gu Ruijia came over to take a look, but Ye Fei held his head down.
Ye Fei said: "I have something to take care of."
After all these years of being friends, this was the first time that Gu Ruijia saw Ye Fei with such an expression. He knew that now was not the time to make jokes. Although I was still curious, I didn't pursue it any further.
After Gu Ruijia left, Ye Fei sat upright in the chair, staring at the computer screen for a long time before he picked up the mouse and slowly clicked on the unread email.
Ignoring the previous polite words, Ye Fei's eyes were fixed on the attached PDF document.
His fate is carried in a file of several hundred MB.
Ye Fei's heart was beating fast. He took a deep breath, raised and put down his fingers, and finally after five minutes, he gritted his teeth and opened the document.
Each item of data is presented clearly in order.
Normal, normal, everything is normal.
Ye Fei leaned weakly on the back of the chair. The overwhelming despair almost drowned him. God did not favor him again.
If nothing is found during the examination, it means that you cannot receive treatment and that fate is unavoidable. It is completely a fantasy to hope for preventive treatment in advance. The disease will still come suddenly without any warning, just like in the previous life.
He knew that the knife was hanging over his head, but he didn't know when it would fall. He could only wait in trepidation, waiting for it to reveal its blade and give him the same ending as in his previous life.
But she was so unwilling to do so, Ye Fei gritted her teeth, suppressed the surging emotions in her heart, and picked up the phone.
His brain was a little slow, and he flipped through the address book several times before he found a number marked Ji Peng and dialed it.
Ji Peng is Ye Fei's friend, a doctor at a Grade A hospital, but they don't contact each other often.
No one answered the first time, maybe they were busy.
Ye Fei called again with perseverance, and this time the call was finally connected. On the other end of the phone, Ji Peng was a little out of breath, as if he had just run over: "Hey, rare guest, why did Mr. Ye think of calling me?"
Ye Fei lowered her eyes and said calmly: "I have a friend..."
Ji Peng laughed: "Is this friend you are talking about yourself?"
Ye Fei didn't say anything.
Ji Peng coughed and touched his nose: "You continue."
"He was recently diagnosed with ALS. Do you think it's possible to cure it?" He paused and added, "My friend's family is well off."
Ji Peng was a little surprised: "Fuck - which friend of yours is so unlucky?"
"You don't know him."
"That's right," Ji Peng became serious when talking about business. "Forget about being cured. The five-year mortality rate of ALS is 90%. For serious diseases like cancer, we usually talk about the five-year survival rate, but for ALS, we use the mortality rate directly. Think about it. If you have money, you can definitely extend your survival period, but it will be painful."
"Like this." Ye Fei found her voice after a while.
If it were Gu Ruijia, he would probably realize something was wrong immediately, but Ji Peng was not that familiar with him and could not hear it at all.
"Well," Ji Peng turned on the speakerphone and went to get some hot water from the water dispenser. Afraid that Ye Fei couldn't hear him, he subconsciously raised his voice, "Anyway, your friend, hey... it's uncertain! Let his family treat him well..."
Ye Fei had no idea what Ji Peng said next.
His mind went blank until Ji Peng called him several times, and then he came to his senses.
"Ji Peng," Ye Fei closed her eyes and said, "I'm going to hang up first. My friend is anxiously waiting for an answer."
"Ah? All right then."
After the call ended, Ye Fei put down the phone.
He felt it was difficult to breathe, as if there was a stone blocking his chest, or as if there was a fire burning, crushing his hopes and burning them completely, leaving no ashes.
That day, Ye Fei got off work early and started packing her luggage as soon as she got home.
He wasn't in the mood to pack too many things, just two or three sets of clothes, a small bag of daily necessities, and a box of lighters, a specialty of Jiangcheng that Yan Xiao brought.
Just barely filled a 24-inch suitcase.
Afterwards, he sat on the bed for a while and called Sun Qiong: "Please help me rent the house that day."
On the other end of the phone, Sun Qiong was surprised: "Didn't you say you don't want it?"
Ye Fei had previously asked him to help find a house with a better environment, not too big, maybe 50 or 60 square meters would be fine. Sun Qiong found one for him, but after finding it, he said he didn't want it. Why did he change his mind again?
Ye Fei said nonchalantly: "Isn't this the case that men's hearts are like needles in the sea?"
Sun Qiong laughed: "Get lost, then I really rented it?"
Ye Fei said "hmm" and asked him again: "When can I move in?"
Sun Qiong is not Zhou Zhensheng. He has a delicate personality. After hearing what Ye Fei said, he did not ask any further questions. He just said, "If you are willing, you can come and stay tomorrow. This house is originally vacant."
Ye Fei thanked him, chatted with him for a few more words, and then hung up the phone.
The next morning, Ye Fei got up early for the first time and had breakfast with Yan Xiao.
He usually goes to work about an hour later than Yan Xiao, so the two rarely see each other in the morning.
Ye Fei sat down next to Yan Xiao and greeted him with a smile: "Good morning, Mr. Yan."
Yan Xiao said "Good morning" and served Ye Fei a bowl of pumpkin porridge in front of her.
Ye Fei didn't eat much and spent most of the time looking at Yan Xiao. Yan Xiao seemed very happy, although it was not obvious on the surface. But he was a person who always ate at regular times and in fixed amounts, but today he quietly ate two more fried eggs.
He was wearing a pure black suit and looked serious and handsome while eating. He keeps his back straight and rarely makes any sound. He kept looking at Ye Fei out of the corner of his eye, but thought Ye Fei didn't notice.
Ye Fei had a lot to say to him, but at this moment she couldn't say anything.
So, after thousands of words came to his lips, only one sentence remained: "Brother Yan, you must eat and sleep well in the future."
Ye Fei had never said such homely and considerate words to him before. Yan Xiao couldn't hide the happiness on his face. He smiled at Ye Fei, touched his hand gently, and said, "Okay."
This morning was so precious and rare to Yan Xiao that for the first time he thought about not going to work.
I want to stay with Ye Fei, and I also want to prolong this moment indefinitely.
But Ye Fei didn't allow it, so Yan Xiao had to walk away, looking back every few steps. Before I even got to the company, I was already thinking about leaving get off work.
I have to come earlier than usual and bring back double skin milk for Ye Fei.
Ye Fei kept watching him from behind until his figure completely disappeared. Then she turned around, picked up a small suitcase from the room, and left.
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