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The ward had been quiet for a long time.
When Song Jianchu opened his eyes, he met Mu Ye’s gaze.
He had always easily read Mu Ye’s emotions, but this time he couldn’t decipher anything.
The gray eyes themselves were chilling, but they appeared gentle because they often carried a smile.
When there were no emotions, they seemed cold and distant.
This version of Mu Ye seemed unfamiliar.
Song Jianchu looked away after only two seconds.
Mu Ye held his wrist and pulled up his sleeve, looking at the small bruises and blood spots on his fair arm. Mu Ye asked in a low voice, “How long since the diagnosis?”
Song Jianchu curled his fingers and his voice was hoarse. “Two months.”
Mu Ye nodded, tugged at his lip meaningfully, and said, “Support me before.”
“…”
Not knowing what else to say, Song Jianchu quietly repeated, “I’m sorry.”
Mu Ye looked at him calmly and asked again, “Sorry for what?”
Mu Ye’s expression was gentle, and he didn’t accuse him, but it made Song Jianchu feel heavy inside.
His throat started to ache, and he swallowed repeatedly.
Mu Ye let go of his sleeve.
As the warmth on his wrist left, Song Jianchu’s mind cooled down again.
Song Jianchu closed his eyes and said, “I never really thought about being in a relationship with you before, I know this situation isn’t suitable for starting a relationship.”
Mu Ye frowned, his eyes darkened.
Song Jianchu paused and continued, “But I don’t regret it, and I will take responsibility for my mistakes.”
He frowned lightly and said, “I will compensate you for all the losses you have suffered during this time, including mental anguish. Or if there is any compensation you desire…”
He didn’t finish his sentence.
Suddenly, everything went dark in front of his eyes, and his lips throbbed with pain.
Mu Ye held the back of his head and bit down on his lower lip with force.
Song Jianchu was stunned, his eyes widened slightly.
Mu Ye bit for several seconds before letting go, then he pinched the back of his neck and chuckled softly, “Darling, it seems like I only asked you one question.”
Song Jianchu still looked dazed.
Mu Ye gently hugged him and rubbed his shoulder as usual, saying, “From now on, don’t answer unnecessary questions.”
It felt like being stabbed in the chest with a gentle knife, and Song Jianchu’s body stiffened. “Okay.”
Mu Ye asked, “Diagnosed for two months, have you done the bone marrow matching?”
Song Jianchu replied softly, “I have applied to the bone marrow registry, still waiting for the results.”
Mu Ye patted his back and consoled him, “When you went to find your cousin earlier, was it to ask him for a matching?”
“Yeah… it didn’t work out.”
Mu Ye paused for a few seconds. “Do you have any other family members who could be a match?”
Song Jianchu shook his head.
Mu Ye tightened his hold on his arm and comfortingly patted his back. “It’s alright, we’ll think of something together.”
Leaning against Mu Ye’s shoulder without realizing it, Song Jianchu softly murmured, “Mm.”
Mu Ye continued to ask, “What did the doctor say? Do you need to be hospitalized?”
“I need to go back to the previous hospital for examination.”
“Send me the contact information of the attending physician.”
“Okay…”
After asking, Mu Ye held him for a long time before letting go, and his gentle expression faded. “Since you know you’ve done something wrong, be obedient from now on. When we cure your illness, I will punish you together.”
Song Jianchu hesitated and reluctantly said, “Teacher Mu…”
“I’m not angry yet,” Mu Ye said calmly, “Don’t say anything that will make me angry.”
Song Jianchu held back his words.
Mu Ye stood up, ruffled his hair, and said softly, “Lie down and rest, I’ll be out for a while, I’ll be right back.”
Yin Chi leaned against the corridor, sending a message to a doctor he knew, inquiring about the treatment for chronic myeloid leukemia, occasionally glancing worriedly at the door of the ward.
When he saw Mu Ye coming out, he stood up nervously. “Teacher Mu.”
Mu Ye frowned. “Did you two go to find Song Yan?”
He had already guessed.
Yin Chi sighed helplessly and anxiously observed Mu Ye’s expression, but he didn’t see much emotion, which made him relax a little.
Yin Chi remembered what he had heard and felt annoyed. “That idiot doesn’t want to do the matching. We should have brought him to the hospital together and forced him to have a blood test.”
“Only if he’s willing,” Mu Ye said calmly.
Because he had previously participated in public welfare activities related to leukemia, Mu Ye had some understanding in this area and had heard about many medical accidents caused by forced donations.
Yin Chi muttered, “They’re not really human, this father and son.”
Mu Ye’s calm attitude made Yin Chi even more uneasy, and he couldn’t help but explain, “Teacher Mu, it’s true that Song Jianchu did something wrong, but…”
Yin Chi paused for half a second. “Because it’s you, he…”
Mu Ye interrupted, “I’ll go find the doctor. Can you take care of him temporarily? I’ll take Jianchu to another hospital later. Thank you for your help tonight.”
Yin Chi scrutinized Mu Ye’s expression, unable to figure him out, and nodded. “I’ll follow along, otherwise, I won’t feel at ease.”
With Mu Ye and Yin Chi accompanying him, Song Jianchu was transferred to another hospital overnight.
In the early morning, Song Jianchu suddenly fell into a coma again. A series of tests were conducted, and he was directly admitted to the hospital.
While Song Jianchu was receiving a blood transfusion, Dr Zhao called the family members to the consultation room and solemnly informed them, “One of his organs has shown bleeding symptoms, and his condition has entered the acute phase. He must receive intensive treatment immediately.”
Mu Ye hadn’t slept all night, his voice hoarse. “Any news about the bone marrow registry matching?”
“Unfortunately, there isn’t a suitable donor in the China Marrow Donor Program.” Dr Zhao said regretfully, “We can only provide treatment for the acute phase, trying to prolong his life while waiting for the matching results from international bone marrow registries or the success of matching with a volunteer donor from our program.”
Mu Ye fell silent.
Yin Chi asked, “Can I do the matching?”
Dr Zhao explained politely, “You can, but without a blood relation, the chances of a successful match are not high.”
Yin Chi didn’t want the atmosphere to be too heavy and said optimistically, “I want to give it a try. Maybe I’m the chosen one.”
Adjusting his emotions, Mu Ye looked up. “Please arrange for a bone marrow matching for me as well.”
The details of the illness would not be leaked, but the fact that he was hospitalized couldn’t be concealed, and it quickly became a hot topic.
Just as the investigation had subsided, fans hadn’t even had a chance to catch their breath before they went into a frenzy.
[Stinky treasure is hospitalized? What happened? Does anyone have any information?]
[Ah ah ah, my baby needs to be well, Mom is worried [crying]]
[Last time he looked unwell during the recording, what’s wrong with our younger brother?]
[Hope it’s not a major problem [praying]]
[Black team can shut up now!!! It’s because of you that my son is upset!]
[Son, get well soon, wuwu Mom won’t come to see you, just sending you a hug of love [hug]]
[Hope my son just caught a cold, he’s such a good boy, he’ll get better soon]
…
After the bone marrow matching, as the hospital only allowed one family member to accompany, Yin Chi went back home to wait for the notification.
Mu Ye turned down all his work and received numerous messages about his boyfriend.
[Gu Jiaming: Why aren’t you answering the phone? Is Song Jianchu hospitalized? Don’t come to the studio during this time, stay with him.]
[Pei Shinian: Brother, why is Jianchu in the hospital? Is he okay? The kids are keeping you company here, so don’t worry.]
[Bai: What’s happening with Jianchu? Are you also at the hospital?]
[Mu Mu: Brother, is Little Bunny sick? Can I go see him?]
…
Mu Ye glanced briefly at the messages, put down his phone, and returned home to get the essential items for accompanying the patient.
He rarely touched Song Jianchu’s personal belongings, but when he searched through his clothes, he found a small iron box hidden underneath.
Mu Ye moved aside the neatly folded clothes, opened the iron box.
Inside, various bottles of medication were arranged by category, a dozen or so, with several empty bottles among them.
Mu Ye’s expression remained calm as he looked down and examined each bottle.
Each bottle had the same neatly written instructions on the recommended dosage and interval for taking the medication.
Three times a day, twice a day…
When added together, the dosage for each time was substantial.
Having lived together for so long, he hadn’t noticed at all.
Mu Ye exhaled slowly, closed his eyes, and his Adam’s apple trembled a few times.
He put the medication box back in its original place and took two of Song Jianchu’s commonly worn sweaters.
Carrying the luggage bag, Mu Ye opened the car window. He lit a cigarette but didn’t smoke it, resting his hand on the window, sitting vacant in the driver’s seat for two minutes.
After extinguishing the cigarette, he took out his phone, turned it on, and opened the contact list, searching for the renowned expert in leukemia treatment whom he had contacted several times before due to their involvement in charity activities.
The call connected, and Mu Ye politely greeted, “Director Yan, hello.”
Director Yan smiled and asked, “Mu Ye, what can I do for you?”
Mu Ye asked, “Regarding chronic myelogenous leukemia, is there a good cure?”
Director Yan replied, “For chronic phase CML, medication treatment is generally effective in controlling the disease. Most patients can extend their survival time if they take their medication on time.”
Mu Ye leaned back in his seat, propping his elbow on the car window, and pressed his furrowed brow. “What if it has already transformed into the acute phase?”
“In the acute phase, a combination of chemotherapy and supportive care is used as treatment. To achieve a complete cure, prompt hematopoietic stem cell transplantation is necessary. If a matching donor is not found, the average survival time for patients is two months.”
Mu Ye closed his eyes and asked, “Can you still accept patients on your side?”
“We can.” Director Yan reminded, “However, if your friend has already transformed into the acute phase, I suggest relieving the symptoms first before transferring to another hospital. If you need to transfer, we are ready to accept.”
Mu Ye expressed his gratitude and his voice sank. “Thank you. I will contact you again after making a decision.”
After hanging up the phone, Mu Ye threw his phone on the passenger seat.
Returning to the ward, Mu Ye put his luggage on the accompanying bed and sat on the chair beside the patient’s bed.
He held the cold hand outside the blanket and quietly watched the face that had turned much paler due to blood loss.
Song Jianchu was still sleeping, with very soft breathing.
His eyelids were thin, his eyelashes long, and his facial features were delicate when his eyes were closed, emitting a clean and gentle aura.
Mu Ye leaned down and affectionately pressed his face against that hand, softly calling, “Chu Chu.”
No response.
Mu Ye closed his eyes, rubbed his forehead against the cold palm of the hand, and leaned against the edge of the bed with his head resting on that hand.
After who knows how long, it had already turned dark outside, and only a dim night light was on in the ward.
Song Jianchu’s fingers moved slightly, and the cool fingertips lightly touched Mu Ye’s face.
Mu Ye felt the touch and slowly straightened up.
Song Jianchu slightly opened his eyes and looked at him, his voice weak. “Mu Ye, go home and get some rest.”
Mu Ye looked exhausted, with a barely noticeable redness in the corners of his eyes, raised an eyebrow, and said, “Are you pushing me away again?”
Song Jianchu said, “Go back, I’m fine.”
After staring at him for a few seconds, Mu Ye deliberately put on a cold expression. “Song Jianchu, do you just want to see me angry?”
It was the first time Mu Ye called him by his full name.
Song Jianchu couldn’t help but raise the corner of his mouth and furrowed his brows. “I’m worried that you’ll get tired.”
Mu Ye pinched his finger and said, “I’m not tired.”
Song Jianchu looked at his face. “But you look very tired.”
“That has nothing to do with you.” Mu Ye said with a grudge, “When you were feeling unwell, you didn’t tell me, and I didn’t tell you whether I was tired or not.”
The familiar feeling dispelled the heavy atmosphere.
Song Jianchu smiled helplessly.
Mu Ye still couldn’t bear to put on a cold expression. There was a gentle smile in his eyes as he leaned over the bed and tilted his head, reaching out to rub the tip of his ear. “Why do we look so good, even when we’re sick and weak?”
“Mu Ye.” Song Jianchu suddenly called out softly.
Mu Ye took his fingertip and pressed it against his lips. “Hmm?”
The dim light softened Song Jianchu’s clear gaze. He whispered, “Our agreement is still valid. You can’t find another sponsor.”
Mu Ye smiled and said, “Now you’re afraid?”
Song Jianchu added seriously, “But you can find another boyfriend.”
Mu Ye’s lips twitched.
Song Jianchu paused and looked away. “Or a girlfriend.”
Mu Ye’s gaze gradually deepened, he fell silent for a moment, and then pretended to laugh lightly. “It took me twenty-five years to find this one, where do you expect me to find another?”
Almost without thinking, Song Jianchu looked at his face and said firmly, “You will meet someone.”
Mu Ye retaliated by pinching his fingers. With a smile on his lips, he tried to sound casual but with a hint of melancholy. “Will there be someone who is willing to sacrifice everything and be in a relationship with me?”
Song Jianchu said, “There will be many.”
Mu Ye slowly sat up, his smile fading at the corners of his mouth. “Will there be someone who loves me more than you?”
Song Jianchu lightly hooked the corner of his mouth. “Have a little faith, Mu Ye.”
Mu Ye had a deep expression in his eyes as he stared at him. “Then can I go look for that person now?”
Song Jianchu’s gaze turned dark. “No.”
Suddenly, there was an added strength in his hand. Mu Ye lowered his eyes and looked at the slender fingers he held, and then he tightly grasped his hand.
“Not now.” Song Jianchu said coldly. “I haven’t let go yet.”
Dang. :(( I’m crying. Huhu. It’s hurt that he wants Mu Ye to find a lover soon…
Noooo. Please fight your disease. Things will get better.
I suddenly want to cry 🥺🥺