He fell in love with the brain in the revenge script

Xie Shang looked at her for a few seconds, held her face, and turned around: "It was bitten by me." He touched the wound on her lip with his fingertips, "Does it hurt?"

"A little."

He gently rubbed that spot: "I'm sorry."

Wen Changling took his hand away, took a bite of the watermelon, puffed out his cheeks and said, "I forgive you."

Xie Shang smiled.

She's quite generous.

The phone rang, Xie Shang looked at the call and answered it.

"Fourth brother."

"Ah."

Gu Yihuan hesitated: "Um..." Nothing big happened, right?

"what's up?"

Listening to the voice, the mood is quite normal.Gu Yihuan asked directly: "Are you okay?"

Xie Shang said: "It's okay."

Gu Yihuan was worried.

The last time during a thunderstorm, Xie Shang went to Yue Banshan to race a car. It rained so heavily that it was almost life-threatening.

Xie Shang was indeed injured that time, but what Gu Yihuan didn't know was that Xie Shang's injury was bandaged by Wen Changling who was helping in the emergency room.

Photos of the battle damage when he was injured are still circulated in the nurse group of Dihong Hospital.

far away.

Gu Yihuan got down to business: "I'm at the door of your pawn shop, please open the door for me." He didn't feel relieved if he didn't take a look.

"I'm not at home."

"Where are you?"

Xie Shang said: "My girlfriend's house."

Gu Yihuan was silent for maybe half a minute: "Is your girlfriend okay?" No lives were lost, right?

Xie Shang hung up the phone.

Wen Changling was holding the melon and looking at the sky.

"What are you looking at?"

Wen Changling raised his head and stared intently: "Look at the stars."

The night sky just after a heavy rain was filled with endless darkness.

"There are no stars." Xie Shang was wondering if Miss Wen would think of him as she said before when she looked up at the stars.

"Yes." She said seriously, "It's just covered by dark clouds."

She also has one next to her.

Xie Shang stared at her for a long time, involuntarily reaching out his hand. When she turned her head, his fingers just touched her hearing aid.Trying not to make any noise, he touched lightly along the contours of his outer ear.

Wen Changling took the initiative and said: "I am not born with hearing loss."

She cannot hear at all in her right ear, but can hear normally with the help of a hearing aid in her left ear.

"It's caused by high fever."

Wen Changling did not elaborate on the others.

*****
Dihong Hospital, Department of Otolaryngology.

Yan Cong was registered as an expert. He asked the expert: "Can ears be donated?"

The expert was stunned: "Ears?"

"My friend has poor hearing, and I want to give her my hearing." Yan Cong doesn't understand these medical things. "Can't corneas be donated? What about eardrums? Can eardrums be donated?"

The expert gave professional advice: "You can ask your friend to come to the hospital for a check-up to find out what is the specific cause of the hearing impairment, and then consider whether the next step of repair or reconstruction can be done."

Yan Cong thought it was too complicated. He thought simply: "Can't I give her whatever she needs?"

The expert shook his head: "There is no precedent for eardrum or cochlear allograft transplantation in China."

"What about abroad?"

"As far as I know, no."

Yan Cong was very disappointed. There was no such thing as bad medicine.

He got up and left.

Yan Boyong looked for Yan Cong everywhere, and he was so anxious that he had a few more white hairs. When he saw him coming out of the elevator, he immediately went over: "Where have you been?"

He said sadly: "I didn't go anywhere."

Yan Boyong put his hands behind his back and said hesitantly: "Your father called me and said that your mother was here and wanted to see you."

"not see."

Yan Cong refused decisively.

Yan Boyong wanted to persuade: "Xiao Cong."

"I don't want to see her. I have nothing to say to her." *****
At around nine o'clock in the evening, Wen Changling was working the night shift and received a call from Yan Boyong.

"Chang Ling, I'm sorry to bother you so late." Yan Boyong asked her in a pleading tone, "Can you come to my house?"

Wen Changling stopped what he was doing and asked, "Is Yan Cong in bad condition?"

"His mother came over in the afternoon, but he refused to take medicine in the evening. He is still in pain and refuses to go to the hospital."

Wen Changling immediately said: "I'll go over now."

"Don't worry, say hello to your colleagues first, and I'll ask someone to pick you up."

"it is good."

After hanging up the phone, Wen Changling called Jiahui and asked her to change shifts.

Jiahui agreed readily. She lived nearby and rushed to the hospital in ten minutes.

"What's the emergency?"

Wen Changling had already changed his clothes: "I want to go see Yan Cong."

Jiahui also knew about Yan Cong's situation, but——

"What about Yan Cong?" Jiahui didn't know how to ask.On the phone just now, she could clearly feel that Wen Changling was very anxious.Wen Changling was usually a very calm person, and he rarely felt so anxious.

"Yan Cong looks a lot like my brother," Wen Changling said, "They look very much alike."

She and Ana were not real twins, they looked alike, and Ana was prettier than her.

"Your brother, he..."

Wen Changling said softly: "He is no longer here."

When Ana passed away, she was younger than Yan Cong now.

The driver took Wen Changling to the Yan family's residence in the Imperial Capital.

Yan Boyong was waiting in the yard. When he saw Wen Changling coming in, he hurried forward with a cane.

"Grandpa Yan."

Yan Boyong's eyes were red, and no matter how strong the old man was, his back was bent when something happened: "I'm going to trouble you again, help me coax him."

This is not the first time Wen Changling has come to Yan Cong's house. She is familiar with this place.

There is a lady sitting on the sofa in the living room. The lady is beautifully dressed, with complete makeup and hair, and her facial features are somewhat similar to Yan Cong.She should be Yan Cong's mother.

Wen Changling nodded to her and went upstairs.She heard Yan Boyong talking to the lady.

"Go back."

"Xiao Cong, he——"

"Let's go back."

Go back, Yan Cong doesn't need her, not when he was a child, and even less when he grows up.

Wen Changling knocked on the door.

A word came from the room: "Get out."

Wen Changling opened the door and walked in.It was dark inside, the bed curtains were drawn and the lights were off.She turned on the light, and the wall on the left side of the room was filled with trophies, which were the honors accumulated by the once high-spirited young man.

Yan Cong buried himself in the quilt.

Wen Changling walked to the bedside: "Yan Cong."

The body in the quilt moved, and his face slowly emerged, thin and pale.There was sweat on his head and he was very tolerant. Wen Changling didn't cry out in pain before he came.

He said angrily: "Doesn't it bother him that I ask you to come here every time?"

There was a water glass on the bedside table with medicine. Wen Changling touched the edge of the glass and it was still warm.She picked up the cup and sat by the bed: "Take the medicine first."

Yan Cong sat up and turned his head to the other side, looking very willful.

"I do not want to eat."

"It will hurt if you don't take the medicine."

Yan Cong lowered his head, his self-loathing reaching its peak at this moment: "It only hurts."

"Yan Cong."

Wen Changling called him.

He finally turned around: "Changling," he endured it for a long time, and his eyes turned red when he saw Wen Changling, "She brought her second son with her. I saw her coaxing the child and calling him Xiaobao."

When Yan Cong was born, his parents were divorcing.

His mother suffered from postpartum depression at the time and blamed all the fault of the relationship crisis with her husband on the newborn Yan Cong.

It wasn't until Yan Cong was two years old that Yan Boyong discovered that something was wrong with his grandson. He refused to speak and always had scars on his body.Only then did Yan Boyong take Yan Cong away.

Yan Cong sometimes suspected that it might really be his fault. After he was picked up, his parents got on well with each other again.

Two years ago, he was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer. The first thing his parents did after learning was to go to the hospital for a physical examination.A year ago, his younger brother was born.

Is it funny?

Yan Cong swallowed the pills and said, "Long Ling." His eyes were red and sad, "The medicine is so bitter."

I hope there is a parallel space where Yan Cong lives, has parents who love him, has longevity, has no medicine, and does not have to endure hardships.