When he was sixteen years old, Gu Zhien gritted his teeth and saved the boy who was beaten outside the door.
I didn't expect that this rescue would cost me half my life.
Gu Zhien couldn't help but fall under his dark eyes.
Sometimes he is aspirin, curing Gu Zhien's illness.
Sometimes he is formalin again, and Gu Zhien's heart is dead, and it is still immersed in every inch of his body.
With a smile, he wrote in the palm of Gu Zhien's hand that Qingshan is still there.
He said Gu Zhien's name gently.
But Gu Zhien didn't know, and he couldn't see the abnormality in the other person's eyes. Like a rotten cake that is eaten by moths, unless it turns to the bad side, it will never be clear that he is already terminally ill.
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Intention: Treat the patient when he is sick, and take medicine when he is not sick.