The Heir is Here: Quiet Down, School Prince!

That night.

Lan Yu stood at the hospital door, waiting anxiously.

The hospital has been isolated and no one can enter.

A feeling of despair, rising from the bottom of my heart, like in the car accident that year.

It is an irresistible fate to live, die, die.

Allegedly, the doctor's mobile phone was almost confiscated, but the mobile phones of several patients were still there, and they could report home safety.

Lan Yu lowered her head and looked at the sweaty mobile phone.

It was blank, not even a text message.

Passers-by rushed around, wearing big masks: "It's terrible ... It is said that no vaccine has been developed yet, and the mortality rate is high!"

"Oh, come home quickly, don't go to crowded places recently, or you will get sick!"

"..."

Lan Yu's fingers were trembling | shaking, and he called Meng Xingzhou.

The phone rang a lot before it was picked up.

"It's me." Meng Xingzhou's voice was a little tired.

Lan Yu opened her mouth and her voice began to choke involuntarily: "You ... how are you?"

"I'm fine." Meng Xingzhou said briefly, "I'll hang up if nothing happens."

"I love you." Lan Yu spoke quickly, as if she was afraid she wouldn't have the chance to say, "I love you very much, thank you for being good to me these years. Even without a name, I am still very happy."

No one spoke in the receiver, only heavy breathing came and went.

Meng Xingzhou didn't know when to hang up and didn't say anything.

He looked at the gentle and gentle doctor aside and asked, "Doctor He ... is this disease life-threatening?"

He Jiayu smiled: "Any illness can be life threatening."

"Also." Meng Xingzhou smiled. "Do I need to use my cell phone?"

"No, thanks."

Meng Xingzhou knows that most of it is to avoid cross-infection. In the early stage of influenza, no one knows how many transmission routes there are.

After thinking about it, he turned off the phone and handed it in.

Lying flat on the bed, before the unknown death arrived, his mood was peaceful.

His parents have some support, and after Lan Yu and him break, there will also be dependent people.

Fine, it's fine.

It's just ... why is it sad?

-

He Jiayu and several respiratory experts studied it all afternoon and returned to his small room.

A clean, white, isolated room.

There is a pen and paper on the bedside table, which is intended for all doctors.

He Jiayu wanted to write on the bed, but he had long legs. This posture was uncomfortable. He just got out of bed and half-knelt on the ground.

Testament.

In front of each disease, the most dangerous person is often the so-called "rescue and rescue" doctor.

They may not be able to save their lives.

Jun Xiu's smooth handwriting only wrote three lines, but seemed to use all his strength. He Jiayu hooked her lips and smiled slightly.

Fold the paper and put it in the envelope. He Jiayu rubbed his temples.

咣 咣 ——

The noise from the window shocked him.

Turning his head, He Jiayu froze.

In the cold moonlight, Su Xiaomo, wearing a hat and a large mask, stepped on the windowsill outside.

He Jiayu changed her face. This is the 17th floor!

When he walked over, he didn't dare to blame loudly, so he had to grind his teeth, "Are you crazy? What trapeze do you play?"

Su Xiaomo pointed at the coercion she hanged on her, afraid he couldn't hear it, and yelled, "Feng Feng borrowed it for me from the crew! Very strong! Really!"

... dumb!

He Jiayu's eyes were instantly wet.