Black fans and idols are married

Chapter 934 You Are My Pride 5
That night.

Lan Yu stood guard at the entrance of the hospital, waiting anxiously.

The hospital has been quarantined and no one can enter.

A feeling of despair rose from the bottom of my heart, just like the car accident that year.

Birth, old age, sickness and death are irresistible fates.

It is said that the doctor's mobile phone is almost confiscated, but the mobile phones of several patients are still there, and they can report to the family that they are safe.

Lan Yu lowered his head and looked at the phone that was soaked in sweat in his palm.

It was blank, not even a text message.

There were passers-by hurrying around, wearing big masks: "It's terrible... It is said that no vaccine has been developed yet, and the mortality rate is so high!"

"Oh, hurry up and go home, don't go to crowded places for a while, or you'll get sick!"

"..."

With trembling fingers, Lan Yu called Meng Xingzhou.

The phone rang many times before it was picked up.

"It's me." Meng Xingzhou's voice was a little tired.

Lan Yu opened his mouth, his voice began to choke involuntarily: "You...how are you?"

"I'm fine." Meng Xingzhou finished briefly, "If nothing happens, I'll hang up."

"I love you." Lan Yu spoke quickly, as if he was afraid that if he didn't say it again, he would lose the chance to say it, "I love you so much, thank you for being kind to me these years. Even if I don't have a title, I'm still very happy."

No one spoke in the receiver, only the sound of heavy breathing came and went.

Meng Xingzhou hung up the phone at some point and didn't say anything.

He looked at the clear and gentle doctor beside him, and asked, "Doctor He... Will this disease be life-threatening?"

He Jiayu smiled: "Any disease may be life-threatening."

"That's right." Meng Xingzhou smiled, "Do you need to use my phone?"

"No, thanks."

Meng Xingzhou knew that it was mostly to avoid cross-infection. In the early stage of the flu, no one knew how many transmission routes there were.

After thinking about it, he turned off his phone and handed it over.

Lying flat on the bed, before the unknown death came, his mood was peaceful.

Parents have support, and after Lan Yu broke up with him, there will be someone to rely on.

That's fine, that's fine.

It's just... why are you sad? -
He Jiayu and several respiratory experts studied for an afternoon and returned to his small room.

A clean, white, isolated room.

There is a pen and paper on the bedside table for all doctors.

He Jiayu originally wanted to sit on the bed and write, but he had long legs and this position was uncomfortable, so he simply got out of bed, half kneeled on the ground, and began to write stroke by stroke.

suicide note.

In the face of every disease, it is often the so-called "rescue the dying" doctors who are on the verge of the most dangerous.

They may not be able to save their lives.

The handsome and smooth handwriting only wrote three lines, but it seemed that he had exhausted all his strength.He Jiayu pursed his lips and smiled slightly.

After folding the paper and putting it in the envelope, He Jiayu rubbed his temples.

bang bang——

The movement outside the window startled him.

Turning his head, He Jiayu was stunned.

Under the cold moonlight, Su Xiaomo stepped on the window sill outside wearing a hat and a big mask.

He Jiayu's face changed, this is the seventeenth floor!

Walking over, he didn't dare to criticize loudly, so he could only grit his teeth and say, "Are you crazy? What kind of trapeze game?"

Su Xiaomo pointed to the coercion hanging on her body, fearing that he might not be able to hear clearly, and shouted: "Fengfeng borrowed it from the crew for me! It's very strong! Really!"

……Fool!
He Jiayu's eyes became moist in an instant.

(End of this chapter)