Sick, cold and beautiful woman × The green tea paranoid attack who appears gentle but is actually cautious at every step
Cen Du built a model for himself.
Albinism, immunodeficiency, seven years of hospitalization—he fed in all the variables and ran a survival probability curve that was accurate to the sky. The verdict: He has less than a year left.
He is not afraid of death, he is afraid of the noise in the model. Until the man named Tan Zhuo dragged his suitcase into the bed next door.
Tan Zhuo would open the curtains every evening to let him watch the sunset, hand him sugar "just in time" when he had low blood sugar in the middle of the night, and write "Lovesickness is hard to heal" in the diagnosis column of his medical record. He is gentle, considerate, and meticulous—but his blood test reports are always normal.
Cen Du said: "You are not sick."
Tan Zhuo smiled and nodded: "Yes. So can you check it yourself to see if I am sick?"
Later, Cen Du discovered that Tan Zhuo had looked through his notebook, read the survival curve, and used the entire medical group to develop gene therapy for him. He even removed his identity as heir and started from scratch for him.
Cen Du asked: "Do you love me or the matter of 'saving a person'?"
Tan Zhuo knelt beside his hospital bed, his voice as dumb as sandpaper: "When you write a paper, you bite the penholder. When you wake up in the middle of the night, you turn over and go back to sleep. When you drink milk, you always take a sip to test the temperature. You say, 'It's none of my business,' but you secretly record all my habits in your notebook."
He held Cen Du's hand.
"If you don't change people, it won't work if you change anyone."
There is no parameter "desire to survive" in Cen Du's model. But after Tan Zhuo arrived, all the data changed - heart rate, body temperature, immune indicators, and sleep quality.
Data doesn't lie.
It is the only irreplaceable input variable.
Seven years ago he checked himself into a ward, waiting for it to be over.
Seven years later, someone broke in and forced him to start over.
Concept: Death is a constant, love is a variable.
