After the draft became popular, he was secretly favored by the paranoid boss

In fact, Gu Nanci had also imagined the last part of his life.

Would your physical condition have been better if you had not persisted in your dream and insisted on touring?Could there be a way to survive if we delay it for a while longer?

If she was given another chance, would she put down everything she was doing and concentrate on treatment?
But no if.

She pursued her dream without hesitation.

She also went to death without regret.

And now, the intersection of fate appears again.

"If it were you, how sure are you of being cured?" Gu Nanci suddenly asked after thinking about it.

Song Zhixian paused on the spot.

His eyes averted again, his voice sounded a little guilty, and he looked at him: "Anyway... it will definitely take longer than half a year!"

After a pause, Song Zhixian said excitedly: "If we work harder, your brother might come back. Maybe he has some method?"

"Back then, before you were here, your brother came to the door and told me about your possible situation and asked me to start making preparations and research."

"Sometimes, you have to believe in some metaphysics. He can predict what will happen so long ago. Who says it's impossible to help you -"

"That's enough." Gu Nanci interrupted softly.

She reached out and gathered the information on the bed one by one.

Very slowly, as if he had obsessive-compulsive disorder, he aligned and folded each piece. From time to time, he glanced at the values ​​on the inspection report again as if to make sure, and then let himself laugh in self-deprecation.

Song Zhixian was still chattering, and did not give up his persuasion to take Gu Nan to resign from Luan Guo for treatment.

Although, he was forced to become a bodyguard purely because of Gu Nanjue's power, but everyone has feelings.

After talking and scolding, I often feel like a punching bag and move wherever it is useful.

But after staying together for so long, fighting side by side, and going through thick and thin together, he really got along with Gu Nanci as a comrade-in-arms and a friend.

He didn't want to watch such a smart and cunning living being end up like that.

"Gu Nanci, Cimei! Listen to my brother's advice. All rights and positions are fleeting. If your life is gone, there will be nothing left."

"To be alive is more important than anything else!"

"Besides, I have done some research in this field because of the information your brother gave me before. Without starting from scratch, the probability of success is still relatively high!"

"Be obedient and come with me. It won't be a problem if you delay it for a year or two. Maybe we can wait until your brother——"

Gu Nanci smiled after hearing this.

He smiled at any time, but there was a hint of red in the corners of his eyes.

Listening to the indifferent tone before, but unknowingly, his eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of water mist, and revealed a shocking bright red. His eyes stretched out with a relieved smile after seeing everything. .

The whole person was sitting quietly like that, but like a porcelain full of cracks waiting to be broken, the breathtaking beauty was overwhelming.

A lingering voice came faintly: "One year or two? Tell me, what kind of procrastination method is that?"

Song Zhixian was about to speak.

Gu Nanci spoke with a voice full of memories: "Every day in the hospital bed, I take endless medicines and injections. I see myself getting weaker day by day but there is nothing I can do."

"Gradually, I can't even walk anymore. I can only sit in a wheelchair. I can only go out to breathe for a few 10 minutes a day."

"If it gets more serious, you won't even be allowed to sit in a wheelchair. You'll be staring at the ceiling of the hospital bed in a daze, waiting to die."

Gu Nanci spoke very slowly, and every word he spoke was a direct question to the heart, as if he had really experienced such a life, the despair of watching himself weaken day by day.

Song Zhixian was immediately drawn into the described scene.

Song Zhixian opened his mouth, but found that he couldn't say anything to refute.

"Do you think it's necessary to delay this for one or two years?"

"I..." Song Zhixian gritted his teeth, instinctively wanting to refuse.

When the words came to my lips, I looked into those soft black eyes, but I couldn't say anything for a moment.

Very cruel.But... this may be true, a fact of the future.

"But... no matter what, living is always..." Song Zhixian was entangled in his heart and subconsciously wanted to deny it.

Then he saw Gu Nanci shaking his head.

She collected the inspection report and put it into Song Zhixian's hand.

Suddenly, my body felt relaxed.

The question I once thought about suddenly had an answer.

"Song Zhixian, just pretend that you and I have never seen this result."

"What? You—"

"After you go out, just pretend that nothing happened and tell them that you were only slightly injured and nothing serious."

"Gu Nanci!"

"Song Zhixian, after so long, I have considered you a friend." Gu Nanci took a deep breath, with a smile in his eyes, "Since you are a friend, you should support my decision, right?"

"What kind of nonsense are you talking about!"

Rarely, he didn't get angry at Song Zhixian's repeated yelling, and continued with a gentle smile: "Besides, as a doctor, you should respect the patient's choice and privacy, right?"

"It is as a friend and a doctor that I advise you -"

"Song Zhixian, I don't want to live that kind of life." Gu Nanci's tone was serious, his eyes full of determination.
"If I am destined to be unable to escape this disease, I don't want to spend the rest of my life taking medicines, injections, and being in a ward with no end in sight."

"I want my life to be as gorgeous as possible when it comes to an end, without any regrets."

"I want to die bright and grand."

"You'll support me, right?"

At the end of her life, she had thought about it more than once.

What would you do if you faced the same choice again?
Gu Nanci smiled and shook his head.

It turns out... people will fall into the same choices again and again more than once.

It turned out that this was the best choice for her.

"I really can't speak to you!" Song Zhixian threw his hands, looking angrily that he couldn't control it.

The next second, he pushed the cart pushed by the little apprentice and slammed down the pile of bottles and cans.

Gu Nanci's eyelids twitched: "What is this for?"

"What are you doing! If you don't come with me! That doesn't mean I'm going to let you wait for death!" Song Zhixian yelled angrily.

"Hand out your hand! From today on, report your physical condition to me every day! Check once a week, and I will watch you take medicine every day!"

As he said that, he took out his cell phone and cursed at the group of disciples who sent him a message.
"You won't go if I don't go? What do you all want to do!"

"Now! Get them all to Luan State!"

"Report to me personally on daily research progress!"

The disciples in the group let out a cry.

Song Zhixian ignored him and fell heavily on the bed.

Gu Nanci: "..."

Bad feeling.

Then when he saw the arm-thick syringe, he fell into silence.

"Although I'm sick now, I can't lift the knife." Gu Nanci gritted his teeth.

"Song Zhixian, you quack! This is public revenge!"