It turned out to be the devil: looking up to 45 degrees of happiness

Chapter 203
Leukemia... Leukemia...why leukemia?Is God playing a joke on him?He suddenly wanted to laugh out loud, laughing that his life was like a joke, in the end he couldn't do anything, couldn't keep anything.

"Mu Yefeng, are you okay?" The attending physician walked up to Mu Yefeng worriedly, and patted him on the shoulder.When ordinary people hear that they are terminally ill, they usually either pass out unbearably, or yell crazily.But the young man in front of him was surprisingly quiet. He had been a doctor for so many years, and he had never seen a person like Xiangmu Yefeng who could be so calm when he learned that he was terminally ill.He began to wonder what was going through his mind right now.

After the attending physician patted the shoulder, Mu Yefeng finally came to his senses.With a calm expression, he turned his gaze to the face of the attending physician, and said in a hoarse voice: "The bone marrow matching...don't tell anyone, and my illness... just pretend it never happened. If you leak a Words, you will disappear from the medical profession in no time."

His words were indifferent and ethereal, like a gust of cold air rushing up from the soles of his feet, making people shiver uncontrollably.The attending physician nodded mechanically, as if obeying the superior, without any objection at all.

Mu Yefeng didn't know how he got back to the hotel room, but he only remembered that he ordered a few bottles of foreign wine and drank unconsciously in the room alone.The waiter rang the doorbell several times, but no one responded. He thought that something was wrong with the distinguished guests in the presidential suite, so he called the room manager of the hotel, and opened the door in a panic with a spare key. As soon as he entered, he found that the room was full. The smell of alcohol is unbearable.

"I'm sorry, sir, are you all right?"

Mu Yefeng opened his eyes drunkenly, glanced at the several hotel service staff who trespassed in the room, felt agitated, and threw out two words without hesitation: "Get out!" He didn't even give the other party room to speak. He stayed and issued an order to evict the guest directly.

The room manager's smile froze, so he turned around awkwardly, and left the room with a few waiters.

The door was gently closed, Mu Yefeng propped up his dizzy body, and struggled to get up from the sofa.He didn't know that he had been in the room for a few days, he only knew that he didn't want to wake himself up, so he kept drinking, falling asleep when he was drunk, and drinking when he woke up.If you can stay drunk like this in life and not face things until the day you die, it may be a relief.

(End of this chapter)