Xia Lin was initially diagnosed with VHL syndrome a month ago. The information sent by the attending doctor this time was just the result of a routine re-examination.

The clinical manifestations of VHL syndrome are very complicated. His diagnosis report in his previous life was not exhaustive, only vaguely said that it was an intracranial tumor, so Xia Lin did not think about the direction of genetic disease at first.

After hearing about this symptom a month ago, he found out that his family had a genetic history of VIHL syndrome, and his grandfather died of the same disease at an early age.

Inherited diseases depend on congenital genes, not external infections. Xia Lin failed to live beyond the age of twenty-eight in his last life. In this life, he has been cautious and cautious for so many years, but he still has not been able to avoid this catastrophe.

After the diagnosis came out, he was depressed for a while and complained, but in the end he could only accept the reality calmly.

He was just a little confused, what was the meaning of such reincarnation of life and death.

While thinking about the meaning of rebirth, he is constantly examining his own past.

When he looked down on life and death, and then turned around to review the past, he found that his state of mind had become extraordinarily peaceful and tolerant.

In the past, he always hated Song Yan's betrayal and betrayal of him, and questioned Song Yan's confession and commitment to him; now, every frame he can recall is every frame he and Song Yan walked with. moment.

This time when he came to the United States, he originally planned to take a look at Song Yan and leave. Although he was full of doubts, he still hoped that it was just his own doubts.

He thought that if Song Yan really recovered well, he would be relieved of his worries. After that, he returned to China and cooperated with the treatment with peace of mind. As for whether he could escape death in the end, it was entirely up to God's will.

However, the truth is not always what people want.

When he broke Song Yan's lie in the elevator, he originally thought he would be very angry, and he did have a moment of anger, but this turbulent emotion was quickly replaced by another emotion.

He thought that maybe his time was running out, and there were not many opportunities to chat face-to-face with Song Yan like now. Laughing away enmity.

He thought he could control everything very well, but Song Yan was the only one who left out.

When he saw Song Yan throw away his pride and crawl at his feet, humbly telling his thoughts about him over the years, he suddenly realized that he had been wrong from the beginning.

He thought he was reborn, and as long as he hardened his heart, he would be able to draw a clear line and part ways with Song Yan, but they have been entangled in love and hate for two lifetimes, and it has long been unclear who loves who is more, and who owes whom more. .

In fact, neither he nor Song Yan really let go.

That involuntary kiss was not in his plan at all, so that when he realized what he had just done, he was completely confused and regretted in his heart.

He didn't know how to explain his behavior, and he didn't know how to face Song Yan's inquiry.

The assistant hid in the shadows and watched Xia Lin leave, then pushed open the door and walked in, only to find Song Yan sitting motionless in a wheelchair in a daze, covering his lips with one hand, showing a lunatic smile.

The assistant leaned in front of him, shook his hand, and asked, "Boss, what are you thinking?"

Song Yan came back to his senses, the corners of his mouth lifted up uncontrollably, and muttered to himself, "You said... did he pay me back..."

The assistant was confused: "What else?"

"Cough, it's nothing." Song Yan reluctantly restrained his smile, took the boss's air and instructed: "Help me find out about the return flight of Xia Lin and his team, and then book a ticket for their flight."

The assistant was stunned: "Then over there in J City..."

I will entrust you with the relevant handover work," Song Yan said, "I will organize the key content into an email and send it to you later. "

The assistant was still a little confused: "Then is there no one around you..."

Halfway through the sentence, seeing Song Yan looking at him blankly, lightning flashed in his mind, he nodded hastily and said, "I understand, I understand, tomorrow I will solemnly ask Ershao Xia to help me take care of the boss. "

Because of Xia Lin's appearance, Song Yan's original plan was also changed. He decided to stay here and accompany Xia Lin back to China.

Thinking that he would be able to meet Xia Lin openly every day for the next few days, he couldn't sleep with excitement.

He was lying on the bed tossing and turning, recalling every detail of his meeting with Xia Lin in the dark night, sometimes frowning and sometimes smirking, if it wasn't because one leg couldn't move, he really wanted to jump on the bed like a childhappy.

After struggling like this for an hour, he finally calmed down.

He suddenly remembered the inappropriate text message that appeared on Xia Lin's phone screen.

At that time, he was still in a state of turbulent emotions, so that he could not detect anything in time. Now that I think about it, Xia Lin's expression changed slightly after seeing the text message.

He pondered for a moment with his brows fixed, and based on his memory, he typed the three English letters "VHL" into Baidu on his mobile phone.

"...Von Hippel-Lindau Syndrome..."

Under the dim light of the phone, the expression on Song Yan's face gradually solidified.