Chapter 61 Is he going to die?
Time is like sand slipping through your fingers; the harder you try to hold on, the faster it slips away.
In the blink of an eye, winter has arrived in City A.
The biting north wind blew by, cutting my cheeks like a knife.
Pedestrians, bundled in heavy clothing, strolled through the city, while stray dogs and cats were nowhere to be seen, having long since hidden away to hibernate for the winter.
Wang Yan quickly walked to the bus stop and stopped. He no longer rides an electric scooter; he takes the bus instead.
After waiting for about ten minutes, the bus came from a distance.
There were many people going to work at this time, and Wang Yan used all his strength to squeeze onto the bus.
People huddled together, like sardines in a can.
Wang Yan found his own idea amusing, but he soon stopped laughing.
The bus was still picking up passengers one after another, and the space was getting smaller and smaller, with all the windows on both sides tightly closed.
Fresh air has become a rare commodity.
Wang Yan felt unwell, as if a large stone was pressing on his chest, and only deep breathing could make him feel better.
He frowned deeply, forcing himself to go to school.
Stepping out of the car through the crowd, Wang Yan stood still, the fresh air filling his chest, finally easing the heavy weight on his chest.
He glanced down at the time on his phone; it was almost eight o'clock.
He has class at eight o'clock today and can't be late.
So he didn't rest any longer, but quickly walked towards the classroom.
Perhaps it was because he was walking too fast, but as soon as Wang Yan pushed open the classroom door, his heart began to race.
Cold sweat began to seep from my back, and my hands and feet felt weak. The whole world seemed to be turning upside down.
Wang Yan collapsed in the classroom without warning, and his last impression was of his classmates running towards him.
When he opened his eyes again, he saw a clean white wall.
He didn't realize where he was for a moment.
"You're awake. Are you feeling better?"
Wang Yan looked in the direction of the sound and saw Dr. Wu from the infirmary.
How did I get here?
Wang Yan sat up, propping himself up, his voice still weak and listless.
"You've fainted."
With his hands in his pockets and a stethoscope hanging around his neck, Dr. Wu asked, "Are you feeling better now?"
Dr. Wu's words seemed to trigger some mechanism, and the memories before he fainted flooded into Wang Yan's mind.
He recalled his own experience of feeling flustered and short of breath.
"I feel much better." Wang Yan almost subconsciously gripped the blanket covering him.
"That's good." Dr. Wu stood at the foot of the bed, letting out a sigh of relief, and earnestly reminded him, "Your fainting this time was probably caused by low blood sugar, but I still suggest you go to the hospital for a full check-up."
Wang Yan swallowed hard, his voice weak: "I understand."
"Okay, then you can rest." Dr. Wu paused and added, "I'll go and get back to work."
"Oh, okay."
Wang's slow, deliberate response seemed to send his soul flying out of the window.
I only knew Dr. Wu had left when I heard the door close.
Wang Yan could no longer hold back his emotions.
He raised his hands to cover his cheeks, tears falling silently into his palms, his chest heaving violently.
The words "terminal illness" kept echoing in my mind.
His condition must be serious; he really doesn't have much time left to live.
He heard a voice inside him screaming that he didn't want to die, that he didn't want to leave Su Yueming.
Why is God treating him this way?
Why torture him like this?
Wang Yan couldn't help but feel resentful.
However, before Wang Yan could finish crying, the doorknob of the infirmary was turned.
Wang Yan's first thought was that he absolutely mustn't let anyone see him crying.
He hurriedly wiped away his tears and forced a stiff smile.
Dr. Wu walked in.
"Sorry, I forgot my phone."
Dr. Wu reached out and adjusted his glasses, his gaze sweeping over Wang Yan's red-rimmed eyes.
"Okay, sure."
Wang Yan nodded as he spoke, but his mind was actually a complete mess.
Dr. Wu walked straight to his desk, where his cell phone was prominently displayed.
He pursed his lips, put his phone in his pocket, and then looked back at Wang Yan.
"Hypoglycemia is not a very serious illness, so there is no need to feel too much psychological burden."
Dr. Wu said solemnly to Wang Yan.
It was obvious to Dr. Wu that Wang Yan was crying.
Wang Yan just wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl into and hide underground for the rest of his life.
"I see."
Wang Yan said dryly.
"Yeah," Dr. Wu said with a rare moment of humor, "I'm really leaving this time."
The door to the infirmary closed again, and Wang Yan let out a heavy sigh, his tense back relaxing.
He blinked and realized he couldn't shed any more tears.
Looking out the window, all I could see was a desolate scene. A gray sky covered the earth, and a cold wind rustled through the dry branches, the sound like a mournful melody.
Wang Yan suddenly felt an urgent need to see Su Yueming.
A torrent of longing surged towards him, as if to drown him in that moment.
Wang Yan jumped out of bed, hurriedly put on his shoes, and rushed out of the infirmary.
He ran out of the school as fast as he could, his lungs feeling like they were about to burst inside his chest, as if only in this way could he dispel his longing.
What's the date today?
It seems to be the end of October.
Wang Yan will soon be celebrating his 28th birthday.
This time, he didn't choose to take the bus; instead, he hailed a taxi and gave the name of his neighborhood.
As the scenery outside the car window rushed past, Wang Yan suddenly didn't want to go to work anymore.
He wanted to spend all the remaining time with Su Yueming.
As the taxi stopped, Wang Yan scanned the QR code to pay the driver and strode into the residential area.
He climbed the stairs two at a time, panting as he unlocked the door with his key.
This was the first time he had arrived home before noon, a full two hours early.
Su Yueming not only heard the door open, but also heard hurried footsteps.
He instinctively thought a thief had broken in.
Before he could even get out of bed to attack the thief, the thief burst into the bedroom and pounced into his arms like a cannonball.
He hugged her tightly, and her breath was filled with his familiar scent.
It's Wang Yan.
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