The doctor had no choice but to let the drunkard rest well and then prepare for the surgery the day after tomorrow afternoon.
The drunkard lay on the hospital bed, staring at the ceiling, one hand with an IV needle, the other weakly holding a phone.
The ward was very quiet, and in such a quiet environment, the drunkard couldn't help but let his thoughts wander. The more he thought, the more scared and helpless he felt.
He forced himself not to think about the awful stack of lab reports, and his thoughts slowly drifted back to the past.
To the first time he met Qing Yi.
At that time, Qing Yi was only nineteen, full of youthful vigor, shouting with enthusiasm's age, yet he already possessed a maturity and meticulousness that his peers couldn't compare to.
Qing Yi was the warmest, most good-natured person he had ever met. He was truly exceptional, always considering others in every situation and never making anyone feel awkward.
