Yan Zhuo moved the receiver further away and whispered, "I'm sorry, Dean, it's me... I'm Yan Zhuo."

"Where's Song Yan?"

"He—" Yan Zhuo paused in embarrassment, saying that he was with his ex-girlfriend? After thinking about it for a while, Yan Zhuo said, "He went shopping and came back in a while. He forgot to bring his mobile phone when he went out."

The man at the other end didn't know what he was thinking, his breathing was heavy, and after a few seconds of silence, he said: "Then you wait for him to come back and tell him, let him... come to the third hospital, Song Yaya is ill, and the situation is not very good. "

He hung up the phone a second ago, and Song Yan came back a second later. Yan Zhuo hurriedly greeted him and told him about the situation.

"Song Yaya is hospitalized, the third hospital, we have to hurry over there."

Song Yan originally wanted to tell him something, but his face changed when he heard this: "When did it happen?"

"I don't know, I just found out at noon."

Because he didn't tell Song Yan right away, Yan Zhuo felt very guilty: "It's all my fault. I wanted to find you and I told you, but when I came to your house and saw you like you...I forgot about it."

When he arrived at the third hospital, Yan Zhuo wanted to call Song Qiao and ask which ward he was hospitalized in, but Song Yan stopped him: "The tenth floor of the ward of the Internal Medicine Building."

His tone was firm, as if he had been here many times.

Yan Zhuo didn't dare to ask any more questions, but the doubts in his heart were getting bigger and bigger.

Song Qiao was talking with Song Yaya's attending doctor at the door of the ward at that time. He was dark and tired, as if he would fall down with a slight push. When he saw them, he turned on the power again, barely keeping his tense body upright.

Yan Zhuo knew that the situation was bad, but he couldn't use words to comfort this kind man.

"Ya Ya's heart attack has recurred." Sitting on the bench in the aisle, Song Qiao said the first sentence of the night, "The doctor said the situation is not very good."

Song Yan closed his eyebrows and asked, "When did it happen?"

"Two weeks ago."

The frown became even tighter, Song Yan was silent for a moment, and then asked in a deep voice, "So something happened two weeks ago, and you only told me now?"

Song Qiao lowered his head to the level of his chest, and said sullenly, "I... I don't know how to speak, you are already very tired."

At first, he thought it wasn't a big deal, and he didn't want Song Yan to worry about Song Yaya again, adding to his worries, but now, it seems that this situation can no longer be concealed.

No amount of demanding questions could do anything, Song Yan leaned against the wall wearily, closed his eyes and fell into a deep sense of powerlessness.

He unconsciously clasped his fingers against the cracks in the wall, and the white ash got into the cracks of his nails, but he didn't realize it.

"We are a family," he said.

Song Qiao looked at him, and suddenly it seemed like he was back to a certain day many years ago. That day, it was also in the hospital, and it was like this... the army was in chaos.

Unable to bear it any longer, Song Qiao buried his face in his hands and slumped his shoulders sadly.

Yan Zhuo stood aside and looked at them at a loss, feeling panic and fear from their few words of conversation.

After a while, Song Xiaoying came out of the ward with swollen red eyes and cried when she saw Song Yan with a "wow".

"Brother woo woo woo-"

He ran into Song Yan's arms and said with a crying voice, "I'm scared, very, very scared." There was no usual cool look.

Song Yan touched his head of the braised egg and comforted softly: "It'll be alright, what does it look like to cry like a slug."

Song Xiaoying hiccupped, embarrassed to say that he had been crying for several days. He didn't dare cry in front of Song Bridge at first, but then he held back.

Crying seems to be the most effective way to vent. Unfortunately, adults never seem to learn.

Because Song Yaya fell asleep, Song Yan was not easy to visit again. Knowing that he was in a bad mood, Yan Zhuo quietly grabbed his thumb while Song Qiao comforted Song Xiaoying and took him to the stairwell.

The two were leaning against the window.

"Are you hungry?" Yan Zhuo asked him, "You haven't eaten all day."

"Fortunately, I don't feel anything," Song Yan leaned against the window, his fingers lightly clasped the cold window frame, and made a "dudu" sound, he said, "I just want to smoke."

Yan Zhuo stood up straight. He remembered seeing a 24-hour convenience store when he came here.

"I'll buy it for you," he said. "I'll be back soon."

Yan Zhuo ran to the store and ran back. After he handed the cigarette to Song Yan, he began to pant with his arms against the wall.

"Hey, let me tell you, as soon as I walked out of the hospital gate, I saw a big wolf dog. No one cared about it or tied it to a leash. It scared me so much that it ran very fast when my legs shivered."

He spoke vividly, and Song Yan chuckled lightly.

Yan Zhuo also bought a stomach-filling sandwich, which smelled of salad and chicken as soon as he tore it open.

He took a bite, it was so delicious.

Song Yan listened to him eating with his cigarette holder in his mouth, and the sound of chewing was very clear in the cramped corridor.

"Is it delicious?" Song Yan said suddenly.

Yan Zhuo choked after eating too fast, burped and said, "It's delicious."

Song Yan didn't speak, but when he thought that Yan Zhuo's mouth was constantly chewing at the moment, a hunger surged from his lower abdomen.

He swallowed silently, not knowing whether it was because of Yan Zhuo or the food in his hand, Yan Zhuo glanced at Song Yan, and carefully handed the sandwich to his mouth: "You... do you want a bite?"

In fact, he didn't report any hope. After all, Song Yan was a cold person, so how could he eat other people's food.

But to his surprise, Song Yan hooked the corner of his lower lip and took a big bite.

Looking at Song Yan's masseter muscles, Yan Zhuo didn't know what to do for a while.

cough……

Before two bites of the sandwich were left, Yan Zhuo stuck out his tongue and licked the piece where someone had bitten, his face gradually turning red.

When night falls, everything is silent, and there are only a few stars hanging in the sky, which is extremely peaceful.

However, the hospital has never been a peaceful place.