• 　　 The afterglow of the setting sun shone into the ward through the windowsill. On the hospital bed, the man was lethargic and breathing lightly, but his eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, and his lips could not see a hint of blood, just like his face.
• 　　Yan Mohan raised his hand and gently stroked the man's slightly frowned brow, his eyes full of distressed.
• 　　The doctor's words rang in his ears, "Young Master Yan, the patient's condition can't be delayed any longer. If the tumor in his brain grows one point, the risk is one point more, and he will suffer one point more. He must arrange surgery as soon as possible."
• 　　Brain tumor...
• 　　Before today, Yan Mohan had never felt how terrifying these two words were.
• 　　But when Lin Zhen finished the examination and the doctor told him the result, he felt like a bolt from the blue.
• 　　At that moment, he panicked, even scared.
• 　　This was the first time he felt scared since he could remember.
• 　　He knew what he was afraid of. Although the doctor said that Lin Zhen's symptoms were still early, the anxiety in his heart could not be relieved.
• 　　He knew that caring was chaos.
• 　　If he didn't realize his feelings for Lin Zhen, he might be worried and distressed, but he would never feel uneasy or afraid.
• 　　However, this kind of emotion that shouldn't have made him not only didn't make him feel a little alert, but also felt a little lucky.
• 　　It seems that to meet such a person who can touch his heartstrings, life becomes more meaningful.
• 　　"Lin Zhen." Yan Mohan called out in a low voice, and his hand gently stroked Lin Zhen's pale cheek, the gentle light in his eyes was intoxicating.
• 　　Lin Zhen had a very deep and long dream. In the dream, he kept walking, walking, as if he would never get to the end. He was exhausted, dizzy, dry mouth, and extremely uncomfortable.
• 　　Just as the scene in the dream began to blur, he heard a low soft call, the dream suddenly disappeared, and Lin Zhen slowly opened his eyes.
• 　　When he saw it, he met the man's gentle gaze.
• 　　Lin Zhen was stunned and called out in a hoarse voice, "Mo Han..."
• 　　He couldn't really make a sound, but Yan Mohan knew that he was calling himself.
• 　　"I'm here." Yan Mohan held his hand and leaned over slightly.
• 　　Then, a hand gently stroked Lin Zhen's forehead, "Does your head still hurt?"
• 　　Lin Zhen's lips moved, but she still couldn't make a sound, "Water..."
• 　　Yan Mohan knew what he had said. He helped him up, put a pillow behind him and let him sit down, and then got up to pour him water.
• 　　This is the advanced ward. After Lin Zhen checked in in the morning, he asked people to prepare some things for use, including water glasses, water, tableware, and porridge in a warm food box.
• 　　The porridge was cooked by his aunt at home, and it was delivered at noon. The reason why it was packed in a warm food box was to allow Lin Zhen to eat it when he woke up.
• 　　Yan Mohan mixed a cup of warm water, sat down in front of the hospital bed, and sent the water directly to Lin Zhen's mouth.
• 　　Lin Zhen took his hand and finished the glass of water in small sips, and then felt that the whole person was much more comfortable.
• 　　Yan Mohan asked, "Do you still want it?"
• 　　Lin Zhen shook her head, glanced across the ward, and finally took a look at the sky outside, and said hoarsely, "What time is it?"
• 　　"It's almost six o'clock, the doctor injected you with medicine to soothe the nerves and relieve pain, and you fell asleep for more than seven hours. Are you hungry? I prepared porridge for you, wait a minute, I'll wash my hands first." Yan Mohan said, got up and went to the bathroom to wash his hands.
• 　　After washing his hands, he went to the table to open the food box and filled a small bowl of porridge, which was still a little hot. He sat down in front of the hospital bed again with the porridge, and then gently stirred it with a spoon.
• 　　It wasn't until the temperature of the porridge was palatable that Yan Mohan fed Lin Zhen the porridge.
• 　　Lin Zhen didn't eat for a day, and was tortured by the pain. At this moment, his body was so weak that he really didn't even have the strength to raise his hand, so he was too lazy to be awkward, and let Yan Mohan feed him.
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