Mu Ye’s phone vibrated, and he glanced at the screen before answering, “I’m already here.”
“Okay, come up quickly then.” Gu Jiaming’s side was noisy, and he asked, “Are we waiting for the boss since everyone’s here? Do you want me to send the assistant down to get you?”
“No need, I’ll be there soon.” Mu Ye hung up the phone, and Song Jianchu got out of the car and stood up straight. “Let’s go up.”
“Okay, you go do your thing.” Mu Ye smiled and couldn’t help but lightly stroke the boy’s cheek with his finger. “See you tonight.”
Song Jianchu was stunned by the touch. “…Hmm.”
Watching Mu Ye enter the elevator, Song Jianchu couldn’t help but lift his hand and use the back of his hand to rub the spot where he had been touched. It was very hot.
As a child, Song Jianchu had been very fond of being doted on by adults. People would touch him all the time, which made him hate it when others touched his face as an adult. Even Yin Chi, who had known him for so long, never dared to touch any part of him above the neck.
But being touched by this person, he didn’t feel annoyed.
The man’s fingers were delicate and warm, and thinking back on it, he even found it somewhat pleasant.
The more he thought about it, the hotter his face became, so Song Jianchu immediately shook off the jumbled thoughts in his head and drove to the hospital.
At the hospital, Song Jianchu cooperated with the doctor for a detailed examination.
In the eyes of the doctor, whether you were an internet celebrity or a star, you were still a patient who needed to listen to treatment.
Song Jianchu also had some blood drawn.
The doctor looked at the test results seriously and said, “The early symptoms of chronic myeloid leukemia are relatively mild, and your condition was discovered in time. It’s still in the chronic phase. The medication control currently looks promising, but you must continue to take your medicine on time and never stop.”
“Okay,” Song Jianchu said.
The doctor informed him in advance, “About eighty percent of chronic myeloid leukemia patients will transition to the accelerated phase within one to five years of being in the chronic phase. A few cases will transform after a few months, and a few cases can hold out for more than ten years before transforming. Once you enter the accelerated phase, your condition will rapidly deteriorate and become similar to acute leukemia, and the treatment effect will be worse than acute leukemia. You need to know all of this in advance and prepare yourself mentally.”
Song Jianchu held his sunglasses and remained calm. “I know. My father passed away two months after entering the acute phase.”
This young man had been very calm since being diagnosed. Even though the doctor had seen many leukemia patients, he still greatly admired this small boy’s excellent mentality.
“But don’t be afraid. Although leukemia is still a difficult problem that the medical field needs to overcome, the cure rate is increasing every year,” the doctor said in a much gentler tone, encouraging him. “As long as you believe in me, believe in yourself, actively cooperate with treatment, we can greatly extend your survival time. If you can successfully match for a bone marrow transplant later on, the chances of recovery are very high.”
“Okay,” Song Jianchu said.
Pausing slightly, the doctor said solemnly, “What’s important is that you can’t give up.”
“I won’t, I’ll cooperate with the treatment,” Song Jianchu stood up and said, “Thank you, doctor.”
The doctor nodded and reminded him, “Remember to come for a checkup next week, take plenty of rest, and take your medication on time.”
“Okay.”
Song Jianchu put on his mask and sunglasses, picked up his newly prescribed medicine, and left.
The female doctor suddenly laughed behind him and said, “Your variety show is really good, Manager Demon King, keep up the good work.”
Song Jianchu paused in the act of opening the door, turned his head and replied calmly with a slight smile, “Thank you.”
Polite, he closed the door and left. The female doctor took off her glasses and switched from a professional authority expression to a kind and caring motherly one.
She shook her head and sighed, “What a lovely little guy, he must keep up his efforts.”
Leaving the hospital, Song Jianchu drove directly back to his school.
Graduating from high school was only two and a half years ago, so he didn’t feel like a stranger returning to his alma mater.
The international high school where he studied had a continuous program for middle and high school, and many students here chose to skip the college entrance examination and apply directly to study abroad at prestigious foreign universities.
As a former top student, the school guard recognized him immediately and warmly opened the gate, “Oh, little Song is back! Are you here to visit your teachers? You are such a thoughtful good kid, please come in.”
“Thank you,” Song Jianchu entered the school quietly.
The campus was large, and there were several groups of students in the playground taking physical education classes. At a glance, they saw the cool sunglasses-wearing guy who entered the school gate and curiously peered at him.
Passing by the school billboard on the main road, Song Jianchu stopped with his hands in his pockets.
Two girls were standing in front of the billboard, holding each other’s arms.
One of the girls secretly took out her phone and took a picture, smiling, “Haha, I can’t believe it, even the Demon King little brother had such a young and tender time.”
The other girl laughed and said, “The Demon King little brother looks so silly, he looks much cuter than he does now.”
“I’ll send this photo to my friend from out of town. She won’t even believe it’s the Demon King’s little brother.”
“A pure-looking high school boy turns into a cool Demon King little brother, even with pink hair, who wouldn’t believe it?”
The girl clicked her tongue and shook her head, “No, it’s not fun to share such a good picture with only one person. I’ll post it on Weibo for everyone to enjoy.”
The campus is very large, and several students are taking physical education classes on the playground. They all looked over curiously when they saw the cool sunglasses-wearing man coming in through the school gate.
Passing by the school bulletin board on the main road, Song Jianchu stopped in his tracks with his hands in his pockets.
Two girls were standing in front of the bulletin board, arms linked.
One of the girls secretly took out her phone and snapped a photo, giggling, “Haha, I can’t believe even the Demon King was once this cute.”
The other girl laughed and said, “The Demon King looks so naive, he was much cuter back then than he is now.”
“I’m going to send this photo to my friend who lives out of town. She won’t believe this is the Demon King’s little brother.”
“A pure and innocent high school boy transformed into a cool and arrogant Demon King, with pink hair no less. No one would believe it if it wasn’t him.”
The girl clicked her tongue and shook her head, saying, “No, it’s not enough to send this fun photo to just one person. I’m going to post it on Weibo, sharing the joy with everyone.”
“You can tag Mu Ye, the Demon King’s shop manager. How could his employees miss out on seeing their boss looking so adorable?”
The girl was looking down at her phone and posting on Weibo when a calm and composed young male voice suddenly sounded behind her, “Director Zhang.”
The two girls looked at each other, confused.
This voice… Why does it sound a little familiar?
Is he the school’s Wind and Cloud graduate they saw on the billboard?
The two girls turned slowly.
They saw a handsome young man, dressed in trendy clothes and wearing sunglasses, coolly greeting the director of education who was walking not far away.
“Hey, Jianchu’s back, what an honored guest!” The director of education recognized his former outstanding student at first glance and hurriedly ran over to greet him. “Why didn’t you let us know you were coming back? Your homeroom teacher talks about you all the time.”
The girls were excited and covered their mouths in disbelief.
It really was him!
And what luck! The Demon King senior actually came back to visit his alma mater!
The director of education, who usually ran after students, was quick on his feet and soon arrived.
The two girls immediately hid their phones and eagerly greeted the famous senior with high online popularity.
“Hello, senior…”
The famous senior raised his finger and pointed at them, coldly complaining to the director who had just come up to him, “Director, these two students brought their phones to school.”
The corners of the girls mouths twitched, confused.
The enthusiastic expression on the director’s face immediately cooled down. He walked up to them with his hands on his hips, and sternly said, “Phones! Give them to me!”
The girls: “…………”