Chapter 31:

Chapter 31
Jiang Wenxu seems to have received his heart. Nothing else can be seen, at least the man knows that he is home. In the morning, I am going to work normally, and I will remember to go home at night.
The illness of He Zhishu is still the same, but it is not good, but it has not deteriorated. It was only after going to the hospital several times to know the book, Dr. Ai has been avoiding him. The doctor who had been in charge had no idea what he had changed. He thought that Ai Ziyu was too busy. Until that day, when he saw Ai Ziyu coming out of the office, he seemed to walk away without seeing him. He Zhishu understood it. What?
But I didn't fully understand it. In the impression of He Zhishu, the doctor has been taking care of him. The relationship between the two people can be regarded as a friend, but suddenly it is cold. He Zhishu is not particularly sensitive to the world, and it is even more inexplicable.
He knows that he will continue to come to the hospital for chemotherapy. This is the third time he has done chemotherapy. There is no one close to him.
The process of treatment was exceptionally long and torturous, so that the winter was long in memory, and the wind seemed to never stop. In addition to the gray rushing days, the rest was only the white walls of the hospital.
On the day of the chemotherapy, He Zhishu lay for more than ten minutes before he got up and got up. He walked against the wall, and his pale face blended with the wall. There was only one bone left in the crowd except for the loneliness and loneliness.
The nausea of ​​the headache of He Zhishu, the sequelae of chemotherapy, and the faint sight are blurred. Really can't keep going, he slowly squats and waits to stun. He Zhishu slowed down for a long time, and when he focused on his eyes, he saw someone in front of him. Only a pair of pure deerskin soft-soled shoes, followed by straight pants, white coat, a handsome face.
"Come to me for a while?" Ai Ziyu's pupil is a very loyal and gentle earthy brown, and there is a little bit of sadness in the eyes of He Zhishu.
He Zhishu bite his lip and want to stand up, but it is too hard. Ai Ziyu did not help him as usual. He directly slammed He Zhishu into his arms.
"Doctor!" He Zhishu was shocked, and a short scream.
Ai Ziyu's eyebrows are not wrinkled, striding forward, but he is afraid that He Zhishu is too embarrassed and shouted twice: "Emergency!" The surrounding patients turned into doubts from the doctor's eyes.
The layout of the lounge has not changed, but the quilt that has not been sunburned recently is a bit tidal.
"Thank you for your doctor." He Zhishu's heartbeat was not stable, and there were some blush on his face.
Ai Ziyu kept bowing and not talking from putting He Zhishu on the bed. For a moment, the air was silent to be stagnant.
He knows the lips and gently pulls the doctor's sleeves twice: "What's wrong?"
The doctor jerked up and hugged him: "...sorry...sorry...sorry..."
Ai Ziyu's eyes are red, and the sorrow that is seen by He Zhishu only raises his eyes is like a sorrow.
"What's wrong?" He Zhishu's shoulder was only stiff, and then he relaxed. He appeased and patted the doctor's shoulder: "What's wrong with you?"
"Marrow, bone marrow..." Ai Ziyu's voice took a whisper: "I found it with you... It should be yours. The mayor's son is also in a hurry, only to detect the person and let them take it away." Up..."
He knows what he knows, and then laughs: "Just because of this? It doesn't matter, I thought it was what happened to you." He Zhishu's voice is very gentle, and the most wronged person in turn comforts others: "But the bone marrow is gone. Can be matched again, the son of the mayor’s family must be more expensive than me, and there is nothing wrong with giving him the first use."
"Not at all, it was the second generation of the official who got rid of the sick lover."
"There is love and righteousness. It is not your own private use of power. This person is not bad." He Zhishu even had a mood and Ai Ziyu's ridicule. He actually knows how difficult it is to match the last suitable bone marrow. This time he missed it and basically stopped his life. But this may be the case, life and death, destined.
"No, I beg my brother, there must be a way... knowing books, there must be a way."
He Zhishu is the most likely to see someone who is upset about himself, and is more uncomfortable than his own pain. He finally blinked: "Doctor... Doctor Ai, it doesn't matter, I am one of your patients. I am inevitable if it is not cured. It is not an accident."
Ai Ziyu got up. He stood up and bent over to see He Zhishu. There was something in his eyes: "I don't want to think of you as a patient..."
Before He Zhishu had not had time to say anything, he saw Ai Ziyu snuggle up and hold his shoulder, and then kissed his lips with a feeling of repression: "I like you very much, I like it... I don't want to, hide. I can't see you, but I can't help it... I am really scared."