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This is probably a tacit premonition.In the early morning, Jiang Shiye rushed to the familiar ward, and found that there was no familiar person lying on the bed.His heart was beating violently, and his stomach convulsed uncontrollably.

Nervous, flustered.

Turning to another corridor, saw A Lang and Cen Yang, who looked at him with varying degrees of bloodshot eyes.

"Sizi has a cerebral hemorrhage."

Jiang Shiye's head buzzed suddenly.

Jiang Shiye doesn't like to watch TV dramas, but he is also familiar with some fixed episodes.The fall of an important character is often accompanied by a sharp turn in the plot.He felt that such a turning point was quite blunt, and was afraid that one day it would happen to Cen Si.But he optimistically believes that reality is much more sensible than TV dramas.

In reality, no patient can conceal it silently, and no matter how big-hearted a close person is, it is impossible not to find the flaw, just like him, he will take Cen Si to the hospital early, and everything can be "smoothly transitioned" logically.

But as far as the disease is concerned, all the turning points and deterioration are just a matter of breathing, and they come without warning just like the cause. Even if Cen Si just got up and pulled the curtains and fainted habitually, everything was different.

Sudden, acute, when the medical profession created such a word, it probably estimated the cruel weight of accident.

In fact, Cen Si was rescued quickly.

Just changed the ward.

One instrument for more wards.

He didn't seem to be much different from before. He woke up on the third day and asked Jiang Shiye what he had heard about the running notice, telling him not to be afraid. The scissors hand dangled in front of his eyes, and asked him to sing to him at night.

But in this kind of ward, Jiang Shiye could no longer sleep with him at night, and Cen Si spent more time in a state of unconsciousness throughout the day.

After this cerebral hemorrhage, he could no longer hold on and pretend, and his condition was visibly deteriorating.

Jiang Shiye often saw him being tormented by headaches and bone headaches so that his whole body convulsed uncontrollably, his veins bulged, he curled up to pull some tubes, his fingers grabbed the sheets and wanted to tear them.Later, old man Qi directly injected him with a high dose of opioid painkillers, and he curled up and quickly fell into a coma. When Jiang Shiye went to wipe his sweat, he saw how sharp and clear his ribs were.

He had never seen Cen Si experience such a scene before. He was embarrassed and painful, and the torture of life was worse than death. When other people in the hospital saw it, they seemed to be used to it and remained silent.Time suddenly sped up, Cen Si was getting worse day by day, and he was less awake every day.One evening, when he woke up, he saw Jiang Shiye and called out for brother.

It was Qixi Festival that day, but he didn't recognize him.He started talking nonsense again, squinting his narrow eyes, and asked in a rough voice, "... Has it started yet?"

Jiang Shiye didn't understand what it meant, so he just held his hand tightly.

Cen Si asked: "Are they very disappointed, they are all scolding me..."

Jiang Shiye suddenly understood.

Cen Si was asking if the Paris Olympics had started, and he was so confused that he thought he was 20 years old.

In fact, he cares most about these curses.

Jiang Shiye felt uncomfortable in his heart, and the strength he had been holding on to pretend seemed to have collapsed at this moment.

You can't cry, Cen Si said, you can't cry at the bedside.

He took a deep breath and said, "I'm not disappointed, they're all waiting for you."

"What about him?" Cen Si asked.

Jiang Shiye took a second deep breath and didn't exhale.

Cen Si's voice seemed to float: "Then is he still waiting for me?"

Jiang Shiye's tears still welled up, he lowered his head, grabbed his hand with one hand, but pinched his knee hard with the other to keep it from flowing.

a long time.

"...he's still waiting."

"Brother, don't make him wait." Cen Si curled his fingers, "It's pointless."

Jiang Shiye used to think that Cen Si's desire to win the championship was just the pressure and weight he put on himself, and he obviously should not bear it.It wasn't until the evening glow of the Qixi Festival smeared the window that he realized that it was still a promise in the final analysis, the promise he made to him when he was 19 years old.

Cen Si sighed softly, his eyes that had finally gathered gradually dimmed, and he was about to fall asleep again, his consciousness was chaotic and he said hoarsely: "Brother... I miss our mother."

Jiang Shiye's knees were still wet.

It was a chaotic time after that.Cen Si deteriorated too quickly.He has always been physically and mentally burdened and exhausted, and now he has recovered from his unbearable illness.It didn't take long for him to even talk as a luxury, sleeping longer and longer, his vital signs weak.

Jiang Shiye also stopped working because of this.

He and Cen Si disappeared so suddenly, it's hard for netizens not to guess.

Later, don't know who first posted a Weibo, saying that Cen Si was seriously ill, and his life was hanging by a thread long before the Paris Olympics.

Then similar microblogs appeared one after another.

It is impossible for a person to go to the hospital without a trace of illness. Cen Si has been in so many times. He used to care about public relations, but now there is no one to help him with public relations. Cen Si's uncle brings experts to beat old man Qi every day.door, and came out again with a sigh.

So since the entry of #红红#, Cen Si reached the top of the hot search again with the entry of #重病#.

Netizens were astonished, but also confused:

"do not scare me……"

"So the fourth brother quit the team because of illness?"

"@Keyboard Man, now you are satisfied, what about those who scolded Cen Si for quitting the team, what about your faces?"

"I really want to cry, what is a serious illness, multiple illnesses"

"I really can't take it"

"Isn't this true? Is this not true??"

There were more and more such microblogs, and later they extended to #奇福民四##全网给凯四一一改店# and many other entries. Jiang Shiye only found it ironic.

He didn't care about Weibo, he had suffered from insomnia for many days, and he was emaciated, staring at Cen Si's face every day, staring at strangers.

But the ferment on the Internet was fierce. Later, reporters began to surround the hospital, and there were crying fans every day. There was even a small group of "Cen Si committed suicide after his death" in Cen Sichao's words, and the influence was bad.Cen Yang had to abandon his low-key status as a financial tycoon, and came out in person to appease fans and clear up the heat.

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