Everything happened so suddenly, Jiang Jianming had only one thought in his mind when he fell down: Damn, how could he be in front of His Highness...

Garcia took a moment to hold the trembling body tightly. The expression on his face was blank at first, and then suddenly turned into panic—he finally realized what happened.

It is an intermittent episode of chronic crystal disorder.

"ginger!!"

"Ah..." Jiang Jianming broke out in cold sweat from the pain, and fell limp in Garcia's arms.He started coughing violently, as if coughing out his lungs.

Layers of black mist billowed in front of his eyes, his vision became more and more shaken, and his consciousness was also withdrawn rapidly.

This attack was more violent than before.But it was already a chronic disease that was getting worse, and he knew that this was just the beginning.

In the blur, the scenery around him changed drastically.He was wrapped by Garcia with the coat he had taken off and laid flat on the sofa.

Jiang Jianming couldn't lie down, curled up sideways in pain, his eyes were wide open out of focus, and his mouth gasped chaotically, bouncing like a fish thrown ashore on the verge of death.

"Your Highness...Your Highness..." He fumbled for Garcia's sleeve with trembling fingers, "I..."

"Don't move around! I'm here." The crown prince knelt in front of the sofa, squeezed his hand tightly, and took out a small liquid medicine bottle from the inner pocket of his coat.

He vaguely saw Garcia's red eyes, His Highness quickly bit off the medicine, and supported the back of his neck with one hand, "It's medicine, open your mouth...open your mouth!"

Jiang Jianming was delirious, and thought to himself in a daze: After carrying a tranquilizer spray with him, has this person already started carrying his first aid medicine with him...

He tried his best to swallow the medicine with Garcia's hand, but accidentally choked on it and coughed worse.Immediately afterwards, he began to vomit blood again, until he couldn't breathe, his thin white fingers ripped out the folds of the shirt on his chest, his lips turned purple, and he almost fainted.

Garcia's face was livid, and his teeth were chattering. He didn't realize that he was trembling too, even more trembling than the patient in his arms.

...why, why is this happening all of a sudden.

Is it because the remote interstellar meeting is too heavy on his body and mind, or he didn't have a good rest last night.

Is it because the military situation is too stressful, or is it a blow from the shrinking strategy; is it because those people bullied him, or because he worries too much about himself.

"No... cough, it's okay... Your Highness," Jiang Jianming was still trying to comfort him, his black hair wet with cold sweat.

The corners of his lips were stained with blood, his voice weakened, "Don't be afraid, no..."

"Don't talk, save your energy." Garcia simply threw away the medicine bottle, and Jiang Jianming couldn't feed the medicine anymore, so he directly picked up the sick disabled human being and rushed out of the room.

"No……"

Jiang Jianming's consciousness was not very clear. He opened his eyes weakly and murmured in an almost inaudible breath, "...don't... go out."

But as soon as the door of this small conference room opened, they were greeted by a crowd of people.

It was the generals of the headquarters meeting in another room, led by Marshal Chen, followed by Major General Tang, General Celine and others.

"His Royal Highness Lai An!?"

"This……"

The generals were shocked. The crown prince was clearly holding the youth Canjing who was sitting next to him during the meeting, and both of them were covered with blood.

Old Marshal Chen's face changed when he saw this posture, and the old man quickly stepped forward and pulled Jiang Jianming's cheek in Garcia's arms, "Is it sick?"

Jiang Jianming closed his eyes without any response, and had already passed out.Garcia didn't dare to stop, and said sternly: "He can't drink the medicine, call the doctor to save him!!"

There was chaos all around.

Garcia's nerves jumped and he gasped.His soul seemed to be separated from his body, and he watched everything that followed numbly.

He watched as doctors and nurses rushed over, Jiang Jianming was put into the mobile treatment cabin, the oxygen mask was put on his pale face, the needle of the infusion pierced the skin, and the treatment cabin was pushed away.

The last thing engraved deeply in the field of vision is the first line of text flashing on the diagnosis and treatment display screen of the treatment cabin-intelligent diagnosis result: early onset of chronic crystal disorder.

Is it early?

It's just the early onset symptoms, is it already at this level?

Garcia followed the doctors and nurses, and it seemed that Hank Chen held his shoulders halfway and said something like please calm down, but he had already lost this ability.

In a blur, it seemed that there were huge wind and waves coming from all directions, tearing him apart.

The voices of the senior generals behind him came again, mixed with regret and pity:

"It turned out to be a patient with chronic crystal disorder. No wonder he was so sensitive to crystal disorder at the general meeting."

"How can you get this at such a young age?"

"It's because they can go to the distant interstellar to take the initiative to catch the disease... Well, that's really the only way for the amorphous race to stay in the far interstellar battlefield."

"It's a pity. I've heard a little about this Colonel Jiang. He is a rare talent. It's a pity... I don't know if there are five years left."

Why, Garcia was caught in this chaotic storm, but it was not his flesh and blood that was torn apart, but the person he wanted to protect in his arms.

The sentence why was swallowed with blood rolling in his throat. He was afraid that he had not taken good care of Jiang Jianming, but he was even more afraid that he had taken good care of him.He was afraid that everything would be powerless and irreparable, so he could only watch helplessly as his lover was broken in his palm.

Like a snowflake, it always melts in the sun.

On this day, Jiang Jianming was directly sent to the General Hospital of the Yaslan Army in the third district.

It used to be a medical research institute of the old empire, and now it is a secret hospital for the royal family, nobles, important military and political leaders, and senior talents to receive diagnosis and treatment.

Logically speaking, with Jiang Jianming's qualifications, he is not eligible to be sent here.

But he was a patient escorted by the Crown Prince and the Grand Commander himself.

About an hour later, the Eldest Young Lady of Bei's family and His Excellency Lance came to visit successively, and several officers of Jin Rilun also came.In the afternoon, there was an expert consultation and an emergency operation was performed.In the evening, His Majesty the Emperor actually came in person. This kind of posture was unprecedented. Even the old director of the Military General Hospital couldn't help but sweat.

As for Jiang Jianming himself...

He was awake when he was taken to the hospital.

It was just an early onset, not that exaggerated, at least Jiang Jianming thought it was not a problem.

He would vomit blood before, but he never passed out. This time... it might be a little worse this time, but it's still not a problem.

If he can still move, he must continue.

"Your Highness."

When he woke up the next morning, Jiang Jianming lay on the hospital bed unrequitedly, "I want to be discharged from the hospital..."

Under the window by the bed, Garcia was sitting there peeling apples for him, but ignored him.

As the night passed, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince had black eyes, disheveled hair, and his mental state became worse.

A built-in TV screen was made on the wall opposite the ward.At the moment, the program that is playing is an interview with the Society for the Protection of Amorphous People, which is a semi-official program.

"Your Excellency Jiang is the light of hope for our crystalless race," said a young woman in the picture with a passionate voice, her eyes slightly moist. "He proved to the entire empire that the crystalless race is by no means a disadvantaged race!"

"Without crystal bones, we can fight bloody battles and be invincible-we are not a burden that drags down the empire, we can become heroes that shine on the empire!"

Jiang Jianming insisted: "I'm cured, I'm cured. Even if I'm not cured, if you force me to lie down again, I won't be able to lie down. I promised the general to sort out historical materials at the general meeting..."

"As you know, if it can be proved that Emperor Kaios really went back to the crystal nest, then it can be inferred that there are indeed problems that need to be solved in the crystal nest—His Royal Highness? Are you listening to me?"

Garcia turned his head slowly, and said hoarsely, "...what?"

Jiang Jianming sat up, and he repeated calmly: "I said, I'm going to be discharged from the hospital, and I'm going to the library."

The program on TV was still going on, and after a few rounds of conversations, the interviewer asked with a smile: "One more thing, Ms. Yang, what do the Association and the vast number of non-citizen imperial citizens expect from Your Excellency Jiang's future?"

The young woman said firmly: "He just needs to stand there, because his very existence is the morning star that inspires us—"

Beep, the screen went dark, and it was Jiang Jianming who raised his hand to turn off the TV.

The black-haired young man lifted the quilt and got out of bed. His face was still a little pale, but his movements were already very agile, just like ordinary people.

He stepped on his slippers and walked over, touched Garcia's cheek with his cold fingers, "Your Highness."

"Your Highness...you should calm down, there will only be more and more serious attacks like this in the future."

Jiang Jianming sighed and said: "You are His Royal Highness Chujun, you are so panicked because of me...how can you let outsiders see it?"

"...His Royal Highness."

Garcia put down the apple and the fruit knife, he repeated, and said in a low voice: "You taught me to think more, to compromise and give up, to be calm... Do you want to teach me to be like I have hurt you before."

When Jiang Jianming didn't speak, Garcia snorted: "If I say I want to go back on my word again."

Jiang Jianming smiled: "Really?"

Garcia lowered his eyes and thought for a moment. At this time, he seemed more like His Royal Highness Lai An again.After a few seconds, His Highness shook his head slowly: "Of course it's fake."

The road in front of them can only go forward and cannot turn back.The road ahead is full of thorns, but looking back is an abyss, he knows it.

Lai An stood up, and immediately he stood taller than Jiang Jianming.The crown prince held the back of his lover's head, ran his fingers through the smooth black hair, and leaned slightly... as if to give a kiss.

But before the lips touched the lips, he stopped suddenly.

Jiang Jianming was ready to accept the kiss, but Garcia suddenly held his arm, put his lips next to his ear, and said in a hoarse voice: "...why you never kiss me on your own initiative."

The tone was too heavy and sad, and extremely depressing, "Don't say you love me."

"..." Jiang Jianming lost his voice.

"That day at the Black Shark base, I said I love you, but you just acquiesced and didn't agree."

Garcia's jaw tightened, and he trembled slightly, "Do you still think that I am not him deep down in your heart?"

"You misunderstood..." Jiang Jianming opened his mouth to speak, but Garcia suddenly kissed his lips at this moment, "Um...!"

Didn't go deep, probably because he was concerned about his body, the aggressor was still just a light touch, a pampering taste.

"Do you prefer the kiss from three years ago?" Then the eyes of this man turned red, and he pressed against him, reluctantly leaning forward.

"What about hugs? What about taking care of? There are other things..."

Having said this, Garcia suddenly fell silent strangely.

Jiang Jianming was pushing him dumbfounded: "No, no, Your Highness, please let me go—hmm? What else?"

Garcia looked up at him, gritted his teeth, hesitated to speak, "You...you...do you like...he treats you?"

Jiang Jianming was stunned for a while, and suddenly realized it miraculously from this man's expression.

The pale face suddenly turned red, he was angry and funny, turned his head and sat back on the bed: "Your Highness, wake up, the crown prince of the empire was still underage when he died three years ago!"

Garcia: "."

"Lai An is always busy, young, doesn't even know much about dating, and doesn't have time. The most... intimate thing we do is just... kissing."

Jiang Jianming endured his embarrassment and said, and then he got back under the quilt in shame, "Besides, your highness didn't really dare to kiss me casually back then. The number of times you have kissed these days is almost as good as ours in half a year..”

But Garcia still reluctantly came to his bed and interrogated him condescendingly: "So why don't you kiss me or say you love me?"

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