Chapter 959
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Night.
Blue Rain stood guard at the entrance of the hospital, anxiously waiting.
The hospital had already been isolated. No one could enter.
A feeling of despair rose from the bottom of their hearts, just like that year when they were in the car accident.
Birth, old age, sickness, and death were irresistible fates.
It was said that the doctors' phones were about to be confiscated, but the patients' phones were still there. They could tell their families that they were safe.
Blue Rain lowered his head and looked at the sweaty phone in his hand.
It was completely blank. There wasn't even a message.
A passerby hurriedly walked around, wearing a large face mask: "Too scary... I heard that they still haven't developed a vaccine. The death rate is so high!"
"Aiya, hurry up and go home. Don't go to crowded places for a while. You might get infected!"
"..."
Blue Rain's fingers trembled as he called Meng Xingzhou.
The phone rang many times before it was picked up.
"It's me." Meng Xingzhou's voice was a bit tired.
Blue Rain opened his mouth and couldn't help but choke up: "You... how are you?"
"I'm fine." Meng Xingzhou said simply, "If there's nothing else, I'm hanging up."
"I love you." Blue Rain spoke very quickly, as if afraid that if he didn't say it now, he wouldn't have another chance to say it. "I love you very much. Thank you for treating me well all these years. Even without a title, I'm still very happy. " “
There was no one else speaking on the other end of the line. Only the sound of heavy breathing could be heard.
Meng Xingzhou didn't know when he hung up, but he didn't say anything.
He looked at the gentle doctor beside him and asked: "Doctor He... this disease, is it life-threatening?"
He Jiayu smiled: "Any disease can be life-threatening."
"That's true." Meng Xingzhou smiled, "Do you need my phone?"
"Thank you, but no need."
Meng Xingzhou knew that it was most likely to prevent cross-infection. In the early stages of the flu, no one knew how many ways it could spread.
After thinking for a bit, he turned off his phone and handed it over.
Lying flat on the bed, before the unknown arrival of death, his mood was calm.
His parents were taking care of him. After Blue Rain and him broke off, he would have someone to rely on.
Good, this was good.
But... why was he sad?
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He Jiayu and a few respiratory specialists researched for an afternoon and then returned to his small room.
A clean, white, secluded room.
There was a pen and paper on the bedside table for all the doctors.
He Jiayu originally wanted to sit on the bed and write, but his legs were long, and this position was not comfortable, so he simply got off the bed, half-kneeled on the ground, and began to write, stroke by stroke.
A suicide note.
In the face of every disease, the ones who took the lead and stood at the edge of danger were often the so-called doctors who saved the dying and healed the injured.
But they might not be able to save his life.
The elegant and smooth handwriting had only written three lines, but it was as if he had used up all his strength. He Jiayu's lips curled into a smile.
He Jiayu folded the paper and placed it into the envelope before rubbing his temples.
Bang bang —
The commotion outside the window startled him.
Turning around, He Jiayu was stunned.
Under the cold moonlight, Su Xiaomo was wearing a hat and a big mask as she stepped on the windowsill outside.
He Jiayu's expression changed. This was the 17th floor!
As he walked over, he didn't dare to reprimand him loudly. He could only grit his teeth and say, "Are you crazy? What kind of trapeze is that? "
Su Xiaomo pointed at the pressure hanging from her body. Afraid that he couldn't hear her clearly, she shouted, "Feng Feng helped me borrow it from the crew! It's very strong! Really! "
… Idiot!
He Jiayu's eyes instantly became wet.
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