Zhuang Yi was startled, turned around and ran away.
"Hey—" Chen Linlin held the door and shouted, "Shall I see you off?"
Zhuang Yi didn't bother to answer, he couldn't even wait for the elevator, he ran down the nine floors on foot. He ran all the way out of the community, and saw that the Passat hadn't left, so he rushed over.
Before approaching, I only heard the bald driver say: "... Hey! Let me tell you, daughter-in-law, today I can be regarded as fishing, and I met a rich fool. Hey, don't mention it, it's a net profit! Wait for me Go back and count the money, you..."
Without waiting for him to finish speaking, Zhuang Yi opened the car door, sat in again and said, "Go, go back!"
"Wait... I'll tell you later." The bald man muttered something into the microphone, then turned around and asked, "Go back to the hospital?"
"Hospital, open!"
"Okay." The bald head hurriedly turned around and walked back without asking carefully.
Zhuang Yi took out his mobile phone, tapped it with one hand, and continued to call Lao Chen. He made seven or eight calls, but each time he was temporarily unable to connect.
He was in a hurry here, but there was a long queue in front of him. Seeing his impatient face, the bald head was afraid that he would ask for the money back, so he turned on the turn signal and detoured to the viaduct.
The Passat pierced the night and rushed to the West Bay Hospital at a maximum speed of 90 with a trail of neon shadows. Zhuang Yi got out of the car in a hurry, took two steps, then ran back and said, "Thank you, brother, please."
"Hey, you're welcome!" The bald head smiled and said, "If this happens again in the future, come to me!"
Zhuang Yi smiled and ran against the wind towards the administrative building.
Chen Linlin sent a message saying that Lao Chen was holding a phased summary meeting, and the main leaders of several other departments were there, and they were discussing the list of commendations. Some time ago, the hospital selected a demonstration unit of spiritual civilization, which stood out from the crowd of participating units and won the first place. Recently, well-known cases have appeared one after another, and they have been on the news frequently.
In terms of rewards for meritorious deeds, Xun Yuming should be the first one.
After listening at the entrance of Zhuang Yi Station for a long time, Lao Hou of the Medical and Political Department and Lao Zhan of the General Surgery Department were in favor of it. Director Wang of Shenwai and Liu Hongxiang, who had just been promoted to the director of the Logistics Department some time ago, held the position. The other vice presidents all looked at Lao Chen's It means to talk, nothing more than to make mud with each other.
After discussions and discussions, in the end, Lao Chen made a final decision: "That's it. Talent is hard to come by, so we have to keep it!"
"No wonder others say you are arbitrary." Zhuang Yi said.
"I'll take care of him." Old Chen held his teacup, looked at his watch, it was half past nine, and asked with a smile, "Why are you looking for me so late?"
Zhuang Yi looked around and said, "The office said, I have something to ask you."
"Oh, begging for help?" Upon hearing him say "you", Lao Chen immediately smiled and said, "Then I have a condition."
"Just say it." As long as he tells the whole story of the past, let alone a single condition, Zhuang Yi will agree.
"It's not too difficult." Old Chen said as he walked, "How did I hear that people from the Lin Hai Group have gotten very close to Xiao Xun recently? Don't think I don't know, that old Ga Benger Ren Zhongguo, hmph, will be with you for a lifetime I can't make it through!"
"If I hadn't kept him back then, would he be where he is today? An ungrateful old man, he stepped back and sneaked up on me, calling his two sons to poach my corners all day long!"
As soon as Ren Xueyuan's father was mentioned, Lao Chen blushed with excitement and frothed: "Go back and talk to Xiao Xun carefully, ah, this... No matter how good the Linhai Group is, can he be better than our top three hospitals? ?!"
"Wait a minute." Zhuang Yi had never heard of this at all, "You mean that Xun Yuming is going to work at Ren Xueyuan's place?"
Xun Yuming didn't tell him.
It was Ren Xueyuan again, he should have changed his name to Cheng Yaojincai, and he didn't forget to save a hand before leaving the stage.
"All right, all right, don't hide it for him, I don't know anything." Lao Chen pushed open the office door and told him: "I don't care, this task is entrusted to you, you must leave him to me."
Zhuang Yi nodded and said with a smile: "No problem, it's your turn. I know about Grandpa Xun Yuming, so tell me, what happened back then?"
"Uh... this..." Old Chen didn't expect him to ask this, his face changed, and he kept looking at him: "What's the matter? I don't know his grandfather very well."
"You don't come here." Zhuang Yi knew that he was unwilling to say, "His grandfather suffered from Huntington's disease. You were a doctor in neurology. His grandfather came to Xiwan Hospital to see a doctor. Don't you know? You Don't talk about it, I don't care about looking for Yuming."
"Oh no, there is something to discuss." Old Chen cleared his throat and pretended to say, "Oh, since you know, I won't hide it from you. It was indeed I who showed his grandpa. Back then..."
When Xun Yuming took Zhuang Yi home to see his grandfather, he saw him shaking his hands when he got up early to take medicine, but he didn't think much about it, and teased him that he was dancing in the square. Grandpa always said that he took antihypertensive drugs, but where did he get high blood pressure
After many years, when I think about it carefully, in fact, my grandfather's illness had already begun to appear, but I was careless and didn't notice it. Xun Yuming pulled the quilt, turned over, his body was hot from the high fever, but his hands and feet were icy cold.
He touched the wall lamp, remembering that Zhuang Yi just threw the antipyretic medicine into the bedside table, opened the first floor, and there were only a few photo albums inside. Xun Yuming pondered for a while, took out two books, and leaned against the head of the bed to flip through the pages.
Zhuang Yi was good-looking when he was a child, with handsome features, deep eyebrows, and two lumps of baby fat on his small face, standing beside his grandparents, like a little prince.
His grandmother is really a beauty, tall and tall, wearing a long skirt with a high collar and close-fitting floor-length, with snow-white lace cutouts all over her body, and a wide-brimmed hat slantingly, blue eyes, red lips, and a strong exotic atmosphere. His grandfather is more Asian in appearance, but he also has sword eyebrows and star eyes, tall and handsome.
Xun Yuming flipped through several pages one after another, and almost saw Zhuang Yi's changes from childhood to adulthood. He was riding a tall black-haired horse, he was standing on the top of a high mountain overlooking the river, and he... was hugging himself.
It was a group photo of them on the Hufta of the school. They had just confirmed that everything in their relationship was fresh and throbbing. The classmate who took the photo asked them to stand closer. Xun Yuming was silly and embarrassed to go there, but was caught by Zhuang Yi into his arms, kissed the temple.
Looking at his youthful self, Xun Yuming blushed when he kissed him, closed his eyes and shrugged his shoulders, as if he had made great determination and summoned up great courage. Gradually, doing intimate things with him became as common as eating and drinking, and I was no longer as shy as before.
It's a pity that the past is gone with the wind, and it's all in the past.
Continue to scroll down, it is a photo of their car accident in Cairo. When they fell off the rocky cliff and the minibus fell into the water, only he and Zhuang Yi were caught by a seabuckthorn branch and slowed down their falling speed, so they didn't drown on the spot.
Later, the police searched the scene of the accident and took such a picture.
In the photo, half of my body is leaning against a stone, and half of my body is supported by Zhuang Yi. Under the stone is Zhuang Yi's bloody left hand. Most of his body has already protruded out of the cliff, and he will fall into the river if he is not careful. He relies on one foot to maintain his balance. There were many thorns growing on the edge of the cliff, causing wounds all over his body, and Zhuang Yi dared not move.
The lobe of the lung was stabbed by a broken rib, and Xun Yuming coughed up blood. He was dazed and terrified, and kept asking: "Are we going to die? Brother... Are we going to die?"
The distance between life and death has never been so close. Zhuang Yi still smiled at him tenderly at the most critical moment: "I don't know, my little ear, someone will come to save us." He used the bed sheet Coaxing him softly with an indifferent tone: "Don't be afraid, my brother will support you, be good."
"I don't want you to support me..." Just after saying a word, Xun Yuming coughed again, his face turned purple, "Let me go... throw me down, I... I can swim!"
Throwing himself down, he still has a glimmer of life.
"Nonsense, you are most afraid of water." Zhuang Yi lowered his head, only kissing his heart, "Brother will always hold his little ears, we will live together and die together."
Xun Yuming smiled, tears streaming down the wind, "We live together, we die together...cough cough, we die together." He stretched out his hand, dust and blood, caressing Zhuang Yi's face, his voice was already crying: " I really don't know how... how to love you."
What should I do to pour all my love into him, as if no matter what I do, it's not enough, not enough.
Xun Yuming wiped his eyes with his backhand, tears were all over them, he took out a piece of paper to dry his face, thinking of the joy of the rest of his life after the catastrophe, he was filled with emotion. Things in the world are unpredictable, and who would have thought that two people who survived the catastrophe would be separated by illness.
After the car accident that year, Xun Yuming was rushed to the local hospital for emergency treatment, but after waking up from anesthesia, he developed a psychedelic effect. The doctor said that this phenomenon is rare among Asians, and suggested that he test a group of genes to see.
When Xun Yuming saw that the doctor tried his best to promote their test items, he didn't really believe it. He just thought that he was being fooled, so he didn't take the test. It wasn't until after he recovered that he transferred Zhuang Yi to another hospital, and one day he suddenly received a call from China saying that his grandfather had been hospitalized due to a sudden illness. Only then did Xun Yuming really make up his mind to do a genetic test.
He settled Zhuang Yi, bought a high-priced air ticket overnight, and flew back to China. He learned from Lao Chen, who was the director of neurology at the time, that 80% of his grandfather's disease was Huntington's disease, and the disease had a high genetic probability.
This news was like a thunderstorm, Xun Yuming couldn't believe his ears, but soon he witnessed the embarrassment of his grandfather's hands and feet, and the feeling at that moment was more painful than cutting out his heart.
But he can only watch, what can he do.
At Lao Chen's suggestion, he took blood from his grandfather and himself, took it to an authoritative laboratory in the United States, and added up his four-year work-study savings and the first Ph.D. Urgent detection.
About a week later, the test results were sent back to Stanford. Xun Yuming remembered that it was a sunny afternoon, the sunshine in California is always good, just like Zhuang Yi's smile is always warm.
After signing for it, he didn't dare to read it. He took the two yellow envelopes and ran to the school church, where he sat for a whole afternoon. He kept praying, saying "Amen" over and over again, asking God to take care of him and have mercy on him.
Finally, before the sunset, he opened the envelope with trembling hands and glanced at it.
Just one glance, the blood all over the body is cold.
The results of the two tests are exactly the same, the disease-causing gene is positive, and the probability of the disease is estimated to be greater than or equal to 90%.
"As soon as he told me after the examination, I was diagnosed." Old Chen sighed, and said: "His grandfather had been taking tiapride hydrochloride for a while at that time, and the symptoms could be controlled. , suddenly fell ill."
"What about him? Does he have this gene?"
Zhuang Yi's temples throbbed wildly, his mind was muddled, he dreamed of Xun Yuming night after night, dreaming that he said that he had difficulties, and he said that he did not despise himself.
Now that he really finds out that he has difficulties, Zhuang Yi hopes that he simply dislikes himself, as long as he is well, as long as he doesn't get sick, it doesn't matter whether we break up or not.
Old Chen shook his head, and said, "I guess not? He didn't tell me, so it's hard for me to ask. His grandpa is a generation away from him, and his mother hasn't heard of anything. How could something happen to him?"
But if he was fine, how could he say pessimistic words like "the end is doomed" to Cen Ji
Zhuang Yi thought hard, all kinds of clues came together, they were all linked together by the words "genetic inheritance", everything was logical.
Xun Yuming was even willing to fall into the water and die for him in Cairo back then. How could a person who was willing to give up his own life in exchange for a chance for his lover break up easily? unless there are compelling reasons.
Is it really a genetic disease
Zhuang Yi couldn't believe it, let alone believe it. The onset of this disease is between the ages of 30 and 50. If it is true, how many years do you have to find Yuming? If it's fake, it'd better be fake, it must be fake...
"How to test genes? I want him to test once!"
"You mean Xiao Xun?" Old Chen Ning said with eyebrows, "Then you have to draw blood for him, and you have to get his consent and signature. This kind of privacy issue, formal testing agencies will not test it casually."
Zhuang Yi nodded and said, "I'll do it." He stood up in a daze, thanked Old Chen, and left the hospital in a daze.
The night is dark, the haze is pervasive, and the waning moon is half-hidden. Outside the ward building, the cold wind was howling, the fallen trees were rustling, and it was desolate. Zhuang Yi only felt cold all over his body, cold to the bone.
He stopped the car casually, and when he got home, the bedroom lights were still dark. He took out the key and opened the locked bedroom door, the room was quiet, Xun Yuming breathed deeply and shallowly, it sounded extraordinarily peaceful.
Zhuang Yi slowly walked to the side of the bed, looked down at his peaceful sleeping dimple, his heart seemed to be pinched, the pain made his eyes sore.
Xun Yuming was haunted by dreams, sometimes seeing Zhuang Yi waving to him, and sometimes seeing Zhuang Yi kissing a stranger with blurred faces, while the background was the Pyramid of Khufu and the blue sky and scorching sun.
He wanted to yell loudly, but he opened his mouth, but he couldn't make a sound. In desperation, he suddenly opened his eyes, only to see that the surroundings were pitch black, but he was in Zhuang Yi's bedroom. Xun Yuming blinked, turned his head, and gasped in fright: "...Zhuang Yi?"
"It's me, don't be afraid." Zhuang Yi raised his hand and patted the wall lamp away, and smiled, "I'm back."
He was wearing a black light woolen jacket, and his whole body was shrouded in cold air, obviously he had just entered the door not long ago. Xun Yuming touched his sleeve and retracted his fingers: "It's so cold. Uh..." Suddenly he hugged him, "What are you doing?"
Zhuang Yi hugged him tightly, as if he wanted to melt him into his arms, and said in a low voice: "I want to ask you something, you have to tell me the truth."
Xun Yuming couldn't help but let him hold him obediently, and said, "What's the matter?"
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