Chapter 901 The Patients in Ward 302 Are only 25...

The doctor had no choice but to let the alcoholic have a good rest, and then prepare for the operation the day after tomorrow afternoon.

The alcoholic lay on the hospital bed, staring at the ceiling, with a needle inserted in one hand and a cell phone limply in the other.

The ward was very quiet, and in such a quiet environment, the alcoholic couldn't help thinking wildly, the more he thought about it, the more frightened and helpless he became.

He forced himself not to think about those bad piles of laboratory tests, and his thoughts slowly drifted back to the past.

When he and Tsing Yi met for the first time.

At that time, Tsing Yi was only nineteen years old, full of vigor and enthusiasm, but he already had a calmness and carefulness that could not be compared with his peers.

Tsing Yi is the warmest and best-tempered person he has ever met. He is really kind. He can consider everything for others, and he can take care of other people's feelings under any circumstances, never embarrassing.

When others do something wrong, he can always smile like a big brother and say it's okay, and then go and silently do things for others.

He can always take care of everyone, especially him, so careful that he has to take care of three meals a day.

I remember when Tsing Yi cooked noodles for him for the first time, he still teased him, living like an old woman at a young age, without any youthful vigor, doing things that young people don't like to do.

Tsing Yi just smiled and didn't speak.

The drunkard thought about it, and tears flowed out uncontrollably.

What he was crying was not about himself who was in a mess now, nor was it about the beautiful days in the past that he didn't know how to cherish.

What he was crying was, he is such a good person, how did he meet him...?

During the days when alcoholics were hospitalized, the most common sentence they heard was: "The patients in Ward 302 are only 25..."

He's only twenty-five, how could he be sick all over at such a good age.

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"Little princess, stop quickly, it's okay."

"...Wait a little longer." Wen Xiaoai gritted her teeth, hugged Feng Liyan who was trying to break free in her arms, and kept injecting her spiritual power into his body, repairing the damaged golden core for him.

"Stop quickly." Feng Liyan saw that Wen Xiaoai's face was pale and she was still clenching her teeth, and her heart ached immediately.

Wen Xiaoai still confiscated her hands, Ziguang wrapped Feng Liyan's small body, and the golden core in her body was as if being roasted in a fire, Feng Liyan felt as uncomfortable.

After another ten minutes or so, Wen Xiaoai was exhausted and finally couldn't hold on anymore. She was forced to withdraw her hands and fell back on the bed powerlessly.

Feng Liyan jumped up from her arms, came to Wen Xiaoai's neck, and asked anxiously: "Little princess, how are you?"

"...It's okay." Wen Xiaoai shook his head slightly, and raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead.

Feng Liyan stretched out his little paw to wipe Wen Xiaoai's sweat distressedly.

Wen Xiaoai looked at Feng Liyan, and suddenly grinned.

"Why are you so silly?" Feng Liyan said angrily, but couldn't help laughing along with her.

Wen Xiaoai swallowed her saliva and said: "...They all said that I only know how to play and only cause trouble. You see, I will help you repair the golden core now."

"Who doesn't have a good eye to say that you can only play and cause trouble?" Feng Liyu heard someone say that about Wen Xiaoai, and his temper immediately rose.

"A lot of people, even some monsters in our clan say that about me."

"Didn't I teach you that whoever dares to bully you will fight back directly? If you can't beat you, just call me. If something goes wrong, I will bear it."

This is how Feng Liyan has always taught Wen Xiaoai, sometimes it makes Ye Qi helpless.