Thirteen Falling Sick (1)

the other side.

Before Tang arrived home, Tang Song was already waiting for him.

"Why did you come here at this time?"

"Of course I'm going to do a basic vital sign check on you as a routine." Tang Song took out the medicine box from his home. Originally, Tang Wei's medicine box was not big, but as time went by and his condition continued to worsen, his medicine box became bigger and bigger, and one medicine box was not enough. He already had three medicine boxes at home.

"Is it the fifteenth again?" Tang Wei unbuttoned two buttons of his shirt and sat down on the sofa.

"First measure the oral and armpit temperatures." Tang Song handed him two different thermometers. Tang Wei took it and put it in the corresponding place. While waiting, he flipped through the documents.

Tang Song looked at his profile carefully, "Are you in a good mood today?"

Tang Wei held the thermometer in his lips and couldn't speak, but he still raised his eyes and glanced at him. Tang Song shrugged, "I can see it in your eyes."

He nodded, feeling pretty good.

After waiting for ten minutes, Tang Song took out the thermometer and looked at it.

"The temperature is within normal values ​​and there is no fever."

"Yeah. I'm in good health recently."

"Check your pulse and blood pressure again. Put the papers down."

Tang Wei is a fairly cooperative patient. He will do whatever Tang Song says.

After a series of inspections, only the temperature was considered normal, while the others were somewhat above or below normal values.

Tang Song looked solemn, but Tang Wei comforted him, "Don't be too nervous. The values ​​have been like this for so many years, just get used to it."

"You should go back to your old house." Tang Song looked solemnly, "Grandpa hopes you go back. After all, there are many people there who can take care of you. Here..."

He looked around and said, "It's so deserted."

To say it is too deserted is actually putting it mildly. Tang Wei didn't know that all of them were actually worried that one day he would suddenly collapse and die in this room where he was the only one.

"Yes. If one day, my body really can't bear it, I will go back."

Tang and Song Dynasties said: "Either,

Go to the hospital. Can monitor your condition at any time. "

Tang Wei absolutely refused to cooperate with this proposal. "You also know how painful it is to be in the hospital, and it may not be good for my condition."

No patient likes the hospital.

The Tang and Song dynasties knew this best.

Therefore, I didn’t insist. I just warned: “Remember to take the medicine on time. If you run out, call me and I will deliver it in time.”

"Every time I haven't finished eating, you have already delivered it, so I don't need to call."

Tang Song stood up: "Then I'm leaving."

"I'll see you off." Tang Wei also stood up.

After sending Tang Song away, Tang Wei picked up his test form and took a look, his eyes dimming a lot. How long can he live? One year, is there still time?

He dropped the watch and leaned back on the sofa. Touch the remote control from the side and turn on the rear projection in the room. One photo after another, leaping up the snow-white wall. Each one is a photo of them in the past.

He leaned on the sofa, looked at the photos, and gradually closed his eyes tiredly.

There will probably be her in my dream tonight.

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time flies.

Shang Shiyu counted his days on his fingers, and it turned out that it had been a month since they met him that day.

If lovesickness was a disease, she would probably be terminally ill now and there would be no cure.

During this month, whenever she had free time, she would quietly go to the set of "Amnesia City", hoping that she might have the same good luck as before and meet him again. However, it turned out that she was really unlucky. It's not that he hasn't been to the set, it's just that they haven't met.

Today, she came back disappointed from the set again.

She sat down at her desk, took out her wallet and looked at the tie clip in confusion.

"Shang Shang, big news!" Ning Mu knocked on the cubicle wall next to her.

"What's the big news?"

"Your male idol, news about our Mr. Tang."

That name took Shang Shiyu's breath away. She eagerly searches for news about him on the Internet every day. Even Ning Mu knows that she is obsessed with him, but what she can find is very rare. He is too low-key, and he is a media tycoon who controls most of the media. It is too difficult to dig up news about him.

"I heard he just passed out on set."

Shang Shiyu's head was buzzing, "Just now? Passed out?"

She only left the set for half an hour!

"Yes." Ning Mu said: "Hurry up and check out the forum of "City of Amnesia". Some netizens have uploaded pictures. If you don't look at it for a while, it will definitely fall out of harmony."

Just listening to it made her heart tremble. She quickly opened her notebook and found the forum for "City of Amnesia". Because it was widely rumored on the forum that he was Yun Ling's boyfriend, that post was highly liked. She found it without any effort.

Shang Shi rained in, and pictures popped out. Her face was losing color little by little, and her hands and feet were cold.

It must have been secretly taken by a fan. The pixels of the photo are not very high, but it is clearly visible that he was unconscious and was carried into the ambulance on a stretcher by medical staff. Weak, helpless.

What's up with him?

Why did you suddenly faint? Too tired?

Shang Shiyu shook his hands, typed on the keyboard, and sent a reply: Does anyone know the inside information? What happened to him and why did he faint?

After waiting for ten seconds, no one answered, so she refreshed her screen impatiently: Who can answer me? Please tell me the specific situation at the scene! Extremely urgent!

This time, someone responded quickly.

——I was at the scene at the time, and I didn’t know what was going on, but I suddenly collapsed. Our sister Yun Ling was so anxious that she almost cried.

——Are you suffering from any serious illness? Just looking at the photos makes me feel so weak!

——If there is really any life-threatening disease, I think it is better not to be with our Yun Ling. I was originally very supportive, but now I'm a little shaken.

Shang Shiyu looked at the netizen's words, his face gradually lost color and his body was trembling.

——Don’t just talk nonsense without knowing anything! He is in good health and has no disease at all! It’s just that I’ve been too tired recently, so I suddenly fainted! You are not allowed to curse him!

As soon as she said this, someone immediately countered, "You must be smart. Just now you were asking about the situation, and now you look like you know the inside story. He looked like he was dying, and everyone on the scene could see clearly. Clearly."

Dying...

Shang Shiyu was so pricked by these four words that he almost shed tears. She was typing on the keyboard, wanting to hit back again, when Ning Mu from next door raised her voice and said, "It's so harmonious! It's too fast, it's only been a few minutes!"

Shang Shiyu stared at the blank screen after being harmonized, and sat blankly for a while, feeling his hands and feet feel cold.

The next second, she suddenly stood up and ran out.