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Yan Ruixing, the youngest attending surgeon in Neuro-otology and Skull Base Surgery, had just received the Youth Excellence Award for Medical Contribution. In the next breath, he received his own diagnosis: Chronic Myeloid Leukemia.
Wen Xiaomian, an F1 Champion and the “Born to Make Money” Young CEO, walked into Yan Ruixing’s consultation room clutching his own medical scans.
Many years had passed, and the man in the well-tailored suit no longer showed any traces of youth. However, in Yan Ruixing’s memory, Wen Xiaomian was still that annoying face from middle school, a haunting and persistent dog. [Rolls eyes]
In Wen Xiaomian’s eyes, except for the school uniform being replaced by a white lab coat, Yan Ruixing had not changed at all. He was still cold, strict, and a scheming fox. [Pinches nose]
Yan Ruixing took the medical scans. They had only discussed the condition for two sentences before Wen Xiaomian interrupted: “Why so much nonsense? Can you keep it simple?”
Yan Ruixing replied, “Fine. Start preparing your last will.”
Wen Xiaomian asked nonchalantly, “Oh, so I am beyond saving?”
“There is a way.” Yan Ruixing tapped the desk. “Kneel down, give me an early New Year’s greeting, and I might trouble myself to perform your surgery.”
Wen Xiaomian turned and left immediately; staying a second longer was an insult.
After visiting multiple hospitals, various experts looked at the “Hell-level” scans, shook their heads, and only dared to say, “Young Mr. Wen, we wish you peace.”
In the end, only Yan Ruixing, who came to him personally, remained. “Do you truly not want me to try?”
Wen Xiaomian asked, “Why should I trust you?”
Yan Ruixing handed over his own diagnosis report. “I want a quiet afterlife, so I will not be dragging a stupid dog to the grave with me.”
Wen Xiaomian was speechless.
One week before the surgery.
Wen Xiaomian asked, “If I do not wake up, can you perform a folk dance at my grave for three days?”
Yan Ruixing replied, “I will burn a paper offering of a middle-aged dance troupe for you instead.”
“Those performers would not be as good-looking as you.”
“Get lost.”
“Wait, my last wish is not finished yet.” Wen Xiaomian grabbed the person who was about to leave, tilting his head to look at his face. “This Young Master is facing death and still has his first kiss. How about Dr. Yan gives me some hospice care?”
On the day of the surgery.
Before the anesthesia took effect, Wen Xiaomian pulled down Yan Ruixing’s mask, trying his best to remember his face. “I have one last wish.”
For once, Yan Ruixing did not get angry. “What is it?”
“If I have the chance to wake up, can I kiss you again?”
One-sentence Summary: Everyone, please come in and read this quickly!
Theme: Strive and work hard; the future must be won by your own hands.
