Ye Fei's secretary was very efficient, and sent him a screenshot of a neurological examination in a high-end private hospital that night. The test was scheduled for three days later, because the muscle biopsy required local anesthesia and would take a full day.
Ye Fei didn't tell anyone, arranged the day's work in advance, and drove to the hospital alone.
The weather is gloomy, and the car radio said that a severe typhoon is coming, reminding the general public to pay attention to safety and it is best not to go out. Ye Fei listened absent-mindedly, and took advantage of the red light to pick up her phone and glance at WeChat.
The finger seemed to have its own consciousness, Ye Fei clicked into Yan Xiao's WeChat before he could react.
There is not much communication between him and Yan Xiao, and he usually calls directly when he has something to do. If he scrolls up hard, he can still see the bald warning that Yan Xiao sent him.
Ye Fei was very angry at the time, but now she only finds it funny after seeing it.
Ye Fei didn't know what she was thinking about, so she moved her fingers and sent Yan Xiao an emoticon pack of a big white goose waddling forward, which he saved from Gu Ruijia.
After sending, the green light happened to be on, so Ye Fei put down her phone and continued driving. When I arrived at the hospital, I saw that there were already many messages from Yan Xiao on the phone.
Ye Fei clicked away one by one.
Yan Xiao probably didn't understand what he meant, so he responded with a question mark at first. He called his name again and asked him what was the matter. Seeing that he didn't reply after a few minutes, he might be a little anxious, but there was nothing he could do, so he copied the big white goose emoticon package and sent it back to him.
And from then on, it will be sent every three minutes, as accurate as setting an alarm clock.
Ye Fei originally wanted to tell him that she was just idle and bored for fun. But when he stepped into the gate of the hospital and saw doctors in white coats walking back and forth in the corridor, he suddenly felt a great panic in his heart.
The nurse at the front desk greeted him warmly and checked the appointment information at the same time. Ye Fei still had the same smile on his face as usual, without any abnormalities, but his fingers holding the phone tightened again and again.
The phone vibrated and Ye Fei lowered her eyes instinctively. The out-of-focus eyes fell on the lit screen, and wandered for a few seconds before seeing clearly that it was Yan Xiao's message.
He clicked on it, and a series of big white geese were lined up neatly from top to bottom, running forward unsteadily, making people feel lively and alive for no reason.
As if returning to the world from hell, the body instantly warmed up. Leaning against the front desk, Ye Fei sent back the same emoji to Yan Xiao, and immediately received Yan Xiao's reply.
Yan Xiao probably thought that Ye Fei wanted to exchange expressions with him, so he followed the rules very seriously, without saying a word, only sending big white goose.
Therefore, when Ye Fei was lying on the hospital bed and the doctor cut open his arm to take the muscle, the phone would always ring from time to time, as if it was companionship or support. He doesn't need to cheer up to deal with the chat, let alone make up excuses.
As long as a simple emoticon package is required, Yan Xiao will appear.
The inspection results will take at least three working days to come out, and they will be sent directly to Ye Fei's mailbox at that time. If he needs it, the hospital can also send him the hard copy report.
Ye Fei refused the mail, thanked the staff, and drove home.
Then there was the three-day wait.
Obviously, it was usually a short time, but now it seems to be infinitely stretched, and there is no end in sight. Ye Fei was tormented and anxious in her heart, and she had to pretend that nothing was wrong on her face.
Even so, Gu Ruijia, who had the most contact with him, saw the clues.
"Why do you look like you've lost your soul?" Gu Ruijia sat on Ye Fei's table with a cigarette in his mouth, and looked at him carefully, "What happened?"
"It's okay." Seeing him smoking, Ye Fei also got addicted to cigarettes, and fumbled for one from his pocket.
Seeing this, Gu Ruijia wanted to come over to light him with a cigarette butt as usual, but Ye Fei avoided him.
Gu Ruijia was stunned: "What are you doing?"
Ye Fei glanced at him, and took out a lighter from his pocket: "Did you brush your teeth this morning?"
"Fuck," Gu Ruijia was so angry that he yelled at him, looking like a shrew in the film and television industry, "Are you still a human?!"
Ye Fei curled her lips into a smile, and lazily exhaled a smoke ring at him.
Gu Ruijia glared at him, and was about to say something, when Ye Fei's computer suddenly dinged. In the next second, he saw Ye Fei's face suddenly changed.
"Whose news?" Gu Ruijia leaned over to read it, but Ye Fei held her head down.
Ye Fei said, "I have something to deal with."
For so many years, Gu Ruijia saw Ye Fei showing such an expression for the first time, knowing that now is not the time to make jokes. Although I was still curious, I didn't bother after all.
After Gu Ruijia left, Ye Fei sat straight on the chair and stared at the computer screen for a long time before holding the mouse and slowly clicking on the unread email.
Skipping the previous polite words, Ye Fei fixed her eyes on the attached PDF document.
His fate is carried in the hundreds of M files.
Ye Fei's heart was beating fast. He took a deep breath, raised and lowered his fingers, and finally, five minutes later, he gritted his teeth and clicked on the document.
Items of data are clearly presented in front of you in sequence.
Normal, normal, everything is normal.
Ye Fei leaned against the back of the chair, almost overwhelmed by overwhelming despair, God did not favor him again.
If nothing is detected, it means that the treatment cannot be accepted, and the fate is irresistible. It is a fantasy to try to prevent and treat in advance with a fluke mentality. The disease will still come suddenly without warning like in the previous life.
He knew that the knife was hanging above his head, but he didn't know when it would fall. He could only wait tremblingly, waiting for it to show its blade, and then send him the same ending as in his previous life.
But she couldn't be reconciled, Ye Fei gritted her teeth to suppress the surging emotions in her heart, and picked up the phone.
His mind was a little sluggish, and he looked through the address book several times before he found a number with the note of Ji Peng and dialed it.
Ji Peng is Ye Fei's friend, a doctor in a tertiary hospital, but they don't communicate often.
No one answered the first time, maybe busy.
Ye Fei called again persistently, and finally got through this time. On the other side of the phone, Ji Peng was a little out of breath, as if he just ran over quickly: "Hey, rare customer, why did Mr. Ye think of calling me?"
Ye Fei lowered her eyes and said calmly: "I have a friend..."
Ji Peng laughed loudly: "Is this friend you are talking about yourself?"
Ye Fei didn't speak.
Ji Peng coughed and touched his nose: "You continue."
"He has recently been diagnosed with ALS. Do you think it is possible to cure it?" He paused and added, "My friend's house is in very good condition."
Ji Peng was a little surprised: "Fuck - which friend of yours is so unlucky?"
"you do not know."
"That's right." Speaking of business, Ji Peng became serious, "Don't even think about curing it. The five-year mortality rate of ALS is 90%. Generally, for serious diseases like cancer, we all talk about the five-year survival rate, but ALS directly uses the death rate, think about it. If you have money, you can definitely prolong your lifespan, which is suffering.”
"That's it." Ye Fei found her voice after a while.
If it was Gu Ruijia, I'm afraid he would realize something was wrong right away, but Ji Peng didn't know him that well, so he couldn't hear it at all.
"Well," Ji Peng turned on the speakerphone and went to the water dispenser to get hot water. He was afraid that Ye Fei would not hear him, so he subconsciously raised the volume, "Anyway, that friend of yours, hey... Xuan! Let his family treat him well..."
Ye Fei had no idea what Ji Peng said later.
His mind went blank, and he didn't come back to himself until Ji Peng called him several times.
"Ji Peng," Ye Fei closed his eyes and said, "I'll hang up first, and my friend is anxiously waiting for an answer."
"Huh? That's good."
After the call ended, Ye Fei put down the phone.
He felt that it was difficult to breathe, his chest seemed to be blocked by a stone, and it was like a fire burning, crushing his hope and burning it completely, leaving no ashes behind.
On this day, Ye Fei got off work early and started packing her luggage as soon as she got home.
I'm not in the mood to pack too many things, so I change two or three sets of clothes, a small bag of daily necessities, and Yan Xiao's special product of Jiangcheng: a box of lighters.
Only will be filled with a 24-inch suitcase.
After that, he sat on the bed for a while and called Sun Qiong: "You can rent the house for me that day."
On the other side of the phone, Sun Qiong was taken aback: "Don't you want it?"
Ye Fei asked him to help find a house with a better environment, not too big, just fifty or sixty square meters. Sun Qiong looked for him, but after he found it, he said no, why did he change his mind again
Ye Fei said carelessly: "Isn't this a needle in the bottom of a man's heart?"
Sun Qiong smiled: "Go away, then I really rented it?"
Ye Fei gave a "hmm" and asked him again: "When can I live?"
Sun Qiong is not Zhou Zhensheng, he has a delicate personality. Hearing what Ye Fei said, he didn't ask any questions. He just said: "If you want, you can come to live tomorrow. It's a vacant house."
Ye Fei thanked him and chatted with him a few more words before hanging up the phone.
The next morning, Ye Fei got up early and had breakfast with Yan Xiao.
He usually goes to work about an hour later than Yan Xiao, so the two basically don't see each other in the morning.
Ye Fei sat down beside Yan Xiao, and greeted him with a smile: "Morning, President Yan."
Yan Xiao said "Morning", and served Ye Fei a bowl of pumpkin porridge in front of him.
Ye Fei didn't eat a few mouthfuls, and spent most of her time watching Yan Xiao. Yan Xiao seemed very happy. Although he couldn't see it on the surface, people who always ate regularly and regularly ate two fried eggs silently today.
He was wearing a pure black suit, and he looked serious and good-looking while eating. The back is straight and straight, and there is little sound. Out of the corner of his eye, he kept looking at Ye Fei, but thought Ye Fei didn't notice.
Ye Fei wanted to say a lot to him, but at this moment, she couldn't say anything.
As a result, thousands of words came to his lips, and 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, and Yan Xiao couldn't hide the joy on his face, he smiled at Ye Fei, touched his hand lightly, and said, "Okay. "
This morning was so precious and rare to Yan Xiao that for the first time he had the idea of not going to work.
I want to stay with Ye Fei, and I also want to extend this moment infinitely.
But Ye Fei didn't allow it, so Yan Xiao had no choice but to walk away step by step. It's just that before I arrived at the company, I was already thinking about getting off work.
It should be earlier than usual, and bring back Shuangpi Nai to Ye Fei.
Ye Fei kept watching him from behind until his figure completely disappeared, then turned around and took out a small suitcase from the room, and left.
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