the other side.
When Tang Wei arrived home, Tang Song was already waiting for him.
"Why are you here at this time?"
"Of course, I'm doing a routine check of your basic vital signs." Tang Song took out the medicine box from his home. Originally, Tang Wei's medicine box was not big, but as time went by and his condition worsened, he bought bigger and bigger medicine boxes, and one was not enough, so he already had three medicine boxes at home.
"Is it the 15th again?" Tang Wei unbuttoned two buttons of his shirt and sat down on the sofa.
"Measure oral and axillary temperatures first." Tang Song handed him two different thermometers. Tang Wei took them and put them in their corresponding places, flipping through the documents while waiting.
Tang Song looked at his profile and asked, "Are you in a good mood today?"
Tang Wei held the thermometer between her lips and couldn't speak, but she still looked up at him. Tang Song shrugged, "I can see it in your eyes."
He nodded, and he was in a good mood.
After waiting for ten minutes, Tang Song took out the thermometer and looked at it.
"The temperature is within normal range, there is no fever."
"Yeah. I'm feeling pretty good lately."
"Check pulse and blood pressure again. Put the document down."
Tang Wei was a fairly cooperative patient. He would do whatever Tang Song said.
After a series of checks, only the temperature was normal, while the others were somewhat above or below normal values.
Tang Song looked solemn, but Tang Wei comforted him, "Don't be too nervous. The values have been like this for so many years, just get used to it."
"You should go back to the old house." Tang Song's eyes were solemn. "Grandpa wants you to go back. After all, there are many people there who can take care of you. You here..."
He looked around and said, "It's too quiet."
To say it was too lonely was actually an understatement. Tang Wei didn't know that all of them were actually worried that one day he would suddenly collapse and die in this room where he was the only one there.
"Yeah. If one day my body really can't take it anymore, I will go back."
Tang Song said: "Or, go to the hospital. They can monitor your condition at any time."
Tang Wei absolutely refused to cooperate with this proposal. "You also know how painful it is to be in the hospital. It may not be good for my condition."
No patient likes the hospital.
The Tang and Song dynasties knew it best.
So, I didn't insist, I just reminded him: "Remember to take the medicine on time. If you run out, call me and I will send it to you in time."
"Every time I haven't finished eating, you've already delivered it, so I don't need to call."
Tang Song stood up: "Then I'm leaving."
"I'll take you there." Tang Wei also stood up.
After seeing Tang Song off, Tang Wei picked up his test sheet and took a look. His eyes dimmed. How long can he live? One year, is that enough
He threw the watch down and leaned back on the sofa. He fumbled for the remote control and turned on the rear projection screen. One photo after another appeared on the snow-white wall. Each one was a photo of them together in the past.
He leaned on the sofa, looking at the photos, and gradually closed his eyes tiredly.
She will probably appear in my dream tonight.
———
time flies.
Shang Shiyu counted the days on his fingers, and realized that it had been a month since they met that day.
If lovesickness is a disease, she would probably be terminally ill and incurable now.
During this month, whenever she had time, she would secretly go to the set of "Amnesia City" to stay there, hoping that maybe she would have the same good luck as before and meet him again. However, the facts proved that her luck was really not that good. It was not that he had not been to the set, but they just didn't meet.
Today, she returned from the set disappointed again.
She sat down at her desk, took out her wallet and looked at the tie clip in shock.
"Shang Shang, big news!" Ning Mu knocked on the cubicle wall.
"What's the big news?"
"Your male god, news about our President Tang."
That name made Shang Shiyu's breath catch. She searched for news about him on the Internet every day. Even Ning Mu knew that she was obsessed with him. However, what she could find was rare. He was too low-key, and he was a media tycoon who controlled most of the media. It was too difficult to dig out news about him.
"I heard he just fainted on the set."
Shang Shiyu’s head was buzzing, “Just now? Fainted?”
She just left the set half an hour ago!
"Yes." Ning Mu said, "Hurry up and go to the forum of "The City of Amnesia". Some netizens have uploaded pictures. If you don't check it out now, it will be censored soon."
Her heart was trembling just by listening to it. She quickly opened her notebook and found the forum of "The City of Amnesia". Because the forum was full of rumors that he was Yun Ling's secret boyfriend, the post was pushed very high. She found it without any effort.
Shang Shi walked in with raindrops, and photos popped up one after another. The blood on her face gradually faded, and her hands and feet became cold.
It must have been secretly taken by a fan. The picture is not very high resolution, but it is clear that he was unconscious and was carried on a stretcher by medical staff to the ambulance. Weak and helpless.
What's up with him
Why did you suddenly faint? Were you too tired
Shang Shiyu's hands were shaking as he typed on the keyboard, sending a reply: Does anyone know the inside information? What happened to him? Why did he faint
After waiting for ten seconds, no one answered. She impatiently kept refreshing the screen: Who can answer me? Please tell me the specific situation at the scene! It's urgent!
This time, someone responded quickly.
—I was at the scene at the time, and I didn’t know what happened, but he suddenly collapsed. Our sister Yunling was so anxious that she almost cried.
—Are you seriously ill? I feel so weak just by looking at the photo!
-If there is really a life-threatening disease, I think it is better not to stay with our Yunling. I was originally very supportive, but now I am a little shaken.
Shang Shiyu looked at the words from netizens, his face gradually lost color and his body began to tremble.
—Don't talk nonsense without knowing anything! He is in good health and has no disease at all! He just fainted suddenly because he was too tired recently! Don't curse him!
As soon as she said this, someone immediately countered, "You are mentally ill. You were just asking about the situation, and now you act like you know the inside story. He looked like he was dying, and we at the scene saw it clearly."
Dying...
Shang Shiyu was almost moved to tears by these four words. She was typing away on the keyboard, wanting to hit back, when Ning Mu next to her said, "Harmonized! It's too fast, it's only been a few minutes!"
Shang Shiyu stared at the blank screen after being censored. He sat there blankly for a while and felt his hands and feet go cold.
The next second, she suddenly stood up and ran out.