The big star has a prince syndrome

Chapter 165: Already hinted

"Why is Brother Zhuo here?"

Ye Yan saw Tan Zhuoxi. His agent came even faster than his son, and Xiao Rui didn't tell him that Tan Zhuoxi would come.

Xiao Rui is really something, why did she even tell others about her stomach problems? Ye Yan secretly complained. Although everyone has a good relationship, this is too troublesome. He thinks it is completely unnecessary.

He followed and went straight in when he saw the ward door was not closed.

The familiar smell of disinfectant and the sound of the electrocardiogram that made Ye Youcheng anxious occupied Ye Yan's senses before the people in the room.

"Dad, I'm back..." After Ye Yan greeted him, she saw Qiu Yuan standing in front of the bed with red and swollen eyes that could not hide her sadness.

When she noticed him coming, Qiu Yuan immediately turned her back to calm herself down, while Tan Zhuoxi quickly put the film into the locker.

"You came quite quickly. I was just worried that you would be delayed with Xu Qingran, so I came to see you first."

Tan Zhuoxi tried his best to appear calm. He only knew that Ye Yan was born in a very ordinary working-class family.

I also know that Ye Yan's parents divorced when he was a teenager.

As for how his parents treated him after the divorce, Tan Zhuoxi was unaware of it, and there was no need for Ye Yan to explain it to him so clearly.

Over the years, he has only confided his inner worries to psychologist Song Zhen.

So now, he naturally thought that Ye Yan would definitely not be able to accept that her father had an incurable disease.

The feeling of knowing that you can't keep it secret for long but not being able to say it out loud is really frustrating and full of loopholes.

But Ye Yan couldn't see it. She walked straight to the bedside and looked at Ye Youcheng, who was still on oxygen with a gloomy face, with calm concern.

"Dad, are you feeling better? If you had told me you weren't feeling well earlier, you could have stayed with me and gotten well before coming back. Why did you have to hide it from me?"

"Small problem, why did I call you back? Aren't you busy?"

Ye Youcheng asked with some difficulty, his lifeless eyes filled with joy and love.

Ye Yan actually noticed that Qiu Yuan had been crying, but for some reason he didn't dare to look or ask her what was wrong.

"I'm not busy these days. Look, even my agent is here."

Ye Yan smiled somewhat deliberately, and her eyes couldn't help but look at the equipment in the ward.

His attention was just on Ye Youcheng, but now he noticed that Ye Youcheng had injections in both hands, one for an IV and the other for a blood transfusion.

"Why are you getting a blood transfusion? Did you have surgery or are you anemic?"

His smile gradually became stiff, and he couldn't help but look at Qiu Yuan and Tan Zhuoxi, waiting for an answer.

Just when they were hesitating about whether to say it or not, Ye Youcheng on the bed suddenly raised his hand which was still pricked with needles and grabbed him.

Feeling an icy temperature on her palm, Ye Yan tightened her fingers and looked down at him.

"I had a small operation to stop the bleeding in my stomach. You finally came here, why don't you go see your mother? The doctor told me to stay in bed, so I can't eat with you..."

"I'll go see her tomorrow. I'm going to the bathroom first."

Ye Yan smiled, then put Ye Youcheng's hand back on the quilt and tidied up the infusion tube.

He had been sitting in the car for an hour, and his already uncomfortable waist felt even worse. He wanted to relax and call Xu Qingran at the same time.

In the bathroom, he stood in front of the mirror, leaning against the sink, and dialed Xu Qingran's number. He saw with his own eyes that he had followed him. That was Xu Qingran's concern for his father, and he couldn't just turn a blind eye to it.

Xu Qingran had already entered the hospital and was sitting on a public seat in the corridor on the same floor.

Xiao Rui also sat next to him, with a lifeless look on her face.

"Hey, are you here yet?"

"I'm...outside. Is there anything I can help you with?"

Xu Qingran subconsciously sat up straight. Hearing Ye Yan's calm voice, he thought that it seemed that he didn't know yet, so they chose to keep it from him for the time being.

"Not yet. I'm just asking. I know you're here. It's okay. I'll hang up now."

Now is not the time to flirt with him. I feel a lot more at ease knowing that he is around.

Ye Yan felt that she was a little bit of a loser. A man made a mistake and tried to make her understand him, but at the critical moment, the person she was thinking about was still him.

"Don't you know how to be gentler..." Ye Yan rubbed his waist and complained secretly. He really wanted to lie down and rest, but the conditions did not allow it.

When he came out of the bathroom, he saw a figure in a white coat walking through the entrance.

It just so happened that he hadn't asked about Ye Youcheng's situation yet.

"Doctor, how long do we have to stay here? When can we cure his illness?"

"We can't help it. Gastric bleeding must be stopped first. We'll arrange a specialist consultation, but be prepared. The cancer has already spread to the lungs and hips, so the chances of surgery are slim. Chemotherapy also depends on his physical condition. If his body allows for chemotherapy, you can try your luck at a better hospital if you have the money."

"However, my suggestion is that conservative treatment is best for mid- to late-stage patients. Excessive intervention will do no good and will only cause the patient more pain."

The doctor told Qiu Yuan the truth in response to her question, because Ye Youcheng had always known his physical condition and had a premonition.

In addition, he had a good attitude, so the doctor did not avoid him.

Qiu Yuan understood and almost fell down because she couldn't catch her breath. Fortunately, Tan Zhuoxi helped her up.

This means there is no hope, no matter surgery or chemotherapy, there is no chance.

The doctor also felt sorry, after all, Ye Youcheng didn't even have a single white hair.

"I'm not saying you don't take care of yourself. You were diagnosed with a nodule ten years ago. If surgery wouldn't have made a difference, why didn't you do it?"

"I had a problem at work around that time. I only have a son in high school at home, and I didn't have the energy to care for him, let alone treat his illness. I didn't take it seriously, thinking of taking some Chinese medicine to slowly recover... Anyway, if there's anything, please ask my wife to come to the office to talk. My son is in the bathroom and he doesn't know yet..."

Ye Youcheng didn't seem to be afraid of death at all. He spoke calmly to the doctor about his illness and was even afraid that Ye Yan would hear it.

He knew that Ye Yan was a big star and that he was very busy and hard-working.

He had also seen the wound on Ye Yan's hand, as well as the posts online that slandered and insulted him.

In fact, he still doesn't know until now that Zhou Yun did not give Ye Yan living expenses, and his son went hungry for six years while growing up.

He only knew that Ye Yan had never troubled him since childhood and had never received much care from him. He felt ashamed and did not want to delay Ye Yan's busy life because of his illness.

The doctor shook his head helplessly. As a doctor, he was very angry when facing a patient who did not take his health seriously, but now that things had come to this, he no longer wanted to preach. It was too late.

The air was oppressive, dull and thin. Everyone was so sad that they didn't notice Ye Yan, who was leaning against the bathroom door and listening to the whole thing, blocked by the entrance wall.

Transfer.

Chemotherapy.

World problems.

Middle and late stages of the disease where there is no chance of surgery or chemotherapy.

The meaning of these professional terms is so clear that only children under three years old would not understand them.

At that moment, all the blood in his body seemed to suddenly flow backwards, his heart beat faster, his brain felt dizzy, he couldn't breathe, and his eyes turned red.

The feeling was exactly the same as when he first suffered from depression. His consciousness seemed to fall into a dark deep ocean with no light and no oxygen. His feet felt lightless, as if he was in a nightmare.

So, those dreams were saying goodbye to me...