MTL - I Thought I Was Straight-Chapter 21 From the President's Crazy Pursuit 21

This kind of attitude really deserves a beating. Yan Ge thought he had a good temper, but he couldn't help the urge to itch.

After he washed his face, a nurse came in to draw blood, and Yan Ge sat on the bed and obediently asked the nurse to draw blood. Xue Mang watched from the side and couldn't bear to say, "Why have you pumped so many tubes?"

I don't know if it's because Xue Mang is a handsome guy, but the nurse looked very good-natured and patiently explained: "Because there are several checks to be done."

"Oh." Xue Mang nodded, thinking that it was for Yan Ge's benefit, and he asked again: "Is it enough to smoke only once today?"

"No, blood is drawn every morning." The nurse smiled.

"Do you have to pump every day?" Xue Mang looked at the several tubes of blood, frowned and said, "Will this not cause anemia?"

The nurse was amused by him, and explained that the blood drawn every day would not make people anemic, so that Xue Mang felt relieved.

Before leaving, the nurse hesitated to speak, and pushed the trolley to the door of the ward for two steps, then suddenly mustered up the courage to turn around and said to Yan Ge: "I'm your fan, can you sign me?"

Yang Ge signed for the nurse, and Xue Mang bent over to help Yang Ge press the needle hole on his arm. When Yang Ge raised his head and almost hit Xue Mang's chin, he said, "Okay, I'll do it myself."

Xue Mang let go of his hand reluctantly, and said to Yang Ge, "Does it hurt?"

Yan Ge said expressionlessly, "It doesn't hurt."

"You are so strong." Xue Mang gently held Yan Ge's hand, and said emotionally, "You don't have to be so strong in front of me."

"I'm not strong." Yan Ge pulled out his hand and said, "It really doesn't hurt, why does it hurt to have blood drawn?"

"oh…"

Yang Ge felt that he had a good appetite today, and he ate all the lean meat porridge cooked by Xue Mang by himself. After eating, he leaned on the bed contentedly, squinting his eyes comfortably. Seeing that he was in a good mood, Xue Mang was also affected to be in a good mood. He packed the thermos at the side, and said to Yang Ge: "What do you want for lunch? I'll go back and make it for you."

Yan Ge said: "Don't bother, you still have to work."

"There's no rush for work." Xue Mang said, "My dad will help. If you have anything you want to eat, just tell me. I can cook any dish now."

"Really?" Yang Ge said in disbelief, "Can you cook squirrel mandarin fish? I want to eat it."

Xue Mang agreed without saying a word: "Okay, just wait, you can have squirrel mandarin fish at noon."

Seeing his confident appearance, Yan Ge was a little skeptical, could he really know how to do it? This dish is very troublesome.

Xue Mang actually didn't know how to cook squirrel mandarin fish, but this did not prevent him from making this dish for Yango himself. If he doesn't know how to learn, he doesn't believe that there is anything he can't do.

He told Yan Ge to take a good rest, and he left the ward with the thermos bucket, and immediately took out his mobile phone and started searching for squirrel mandarin fish. After this search, he couldn't help frowning, it's a bit difficult to be obedient. It's just a fish, why make it so complicated?

He was worrying about whether he could make this dish before lunch, when Yan Ge's attending doctor just came over. When he saw Xue Mang, he waved to Xue Mang, "Come here, come to my office."

Xue Mang became nervous instantly, he put away his phone and followed the doctor to the office. The doctor took a look at Xue Mang after sitting down, and said to Xue Mang, "Are you Yan Ge's boss?"

"What's wrong?" Xue Mang said, "Is there any problem?"

"Oh, no problem." The doctor said: "I just want to know if Yan Ge has any relatives. If not, does he have any good friends or girlfriends?"

"I'm his boyfriend." Xue Mang said, "Tell me what you have."

The doctor was obviously taken aback when he heard this answer, and then he said with a sad expression: "Yang Ge's pathological results came out. Unfortunately, the tumor is malignant."

Xue Mang stared blankly at the doctor, almost missing the thermos in his hand. He blinked and said in a daze, "What does this mean? It means it can't be cured?"

"Don't get excited." The doctor said carefully: "For modern medicine, cancer is still a difficult problem to break through, but there is no precedent for a cure. What I can tell you now is that you must actively cooperate with the treatment. As for the result How can I not guarantee."

Xue Mang nodded and said: "There is no problem with the treatment, we will definitely cooperate with the treatment. Then... What is the chance of being cured? He... How can he get cancer at such a young age?"

Speaking of which, Xue Mang suddenly became emotional, tears streaming down his face, he grabbed the doctor's hand and said: "Doctor, please save him...he is still so young, he is a very good person...he has Many fans, many people who love him..."

At the end Xue Mang became incoherent, the doctor comforted him: "Don't get excited, we will do our best to save his life. Now there are several treatment options, which need the cooperation of the family members..."

When he came out of the doctor's office, Yan Ge was in a daze. He remembered what the doctor said, but he just couldn't understand the meaning. He walked slowly to the door of Yang Ge's ward, touched the door handle with his hand, and then retracted. He looked in through the glass on the door, and Yan Ge seemed to be watching TV. He didn't know what interesting things he saw, so he laughed alone.

He likes Yan Ge's smile very much, it is very sunny, watching him smile as if there is no haze in the world.

Xue Mang covered his mouth and bent down in pain.

Two nurses passed him, looking surprised at him. Xue Mang quickly wiped his face with his hand, then ran out of the hospital with his head down. He found his car in the hospital parking lot, opened the door tremblingly and sat in it. He put the thermos aside, held the steering wheel, and prepared to drive to buy fish. Yan Ge said that he wanted to eat squirrel mandarin fish, but this dish was difficult to prepare, so he had to prepare it in advance, otherwise he might miss the meal.

"ah!"

Xue Mang suddenly yelled and slammed his hands on the steering wheel. He kept beating the steering wheel like a madman, his face contorted so badly. Then he covered his face with his hands and sat alone in the car crying bitterly.

Xue Mang raised his eyes blankly and looked out of the car. At this moment, a husband with a happy face was picking up his wife who had given birth to go home. The two looked at the lovely child in their arms next to each other, with happy smiles on their faces. Xue Mang has never been so envious of others like this moment. He couldn't help crying. He had never cried like this since he could remember.

At this time, the phone rang, and it was Xue Zhonghua calling.

Xue Mang picked up the phone tremblingly from crying, and said as soon as he opened his mouth: "Dad...Yange...Yange has cancer...the doctor said there is not much time. Dad...what should I do...I don't want him to die..."

Xue Zhonghua's heart was about to break when he heard his son's crying. He couldn't figure out why his son, who had always been good and strong, would cry like this. He comforted him with a gentleness that he had never had before: "Be good son, daddy is here, don't cry..."

Yan Ge watched TV on the hospital bed for a while. After a long time, he was a little restless, so he was anxious to go for a walk in the mountain behind the hospital.

He stood up and was about to drink some water before going out. At this moment, a few nurses knocked on the door and came in. They all held flowers in their hands, and they stood at the door staring blankly at Yan Ge.

Yan Ge looked at them and said, "What's the matter?"

"We want to see you."

The little nurses put flowers on the table next to Yange's hospital bed. Looking at these beautiful flowers, Yan Ge smiled at them and said, "Thank you."

When he smiled, the little nurses' eyes turned red.

Yan Ge said: "I ask you to keep the matter of my treatment here secret, I don't want others to know."

"Uh-huh."

The little nurses nodded and said, "Yang Ge, your illness will be cured."

Yang Ge didn't know how to answer, he smiled and nodded.

One of the little nurses said to Yan Ge: "I am an atheist, but from today on I will believe in God. As long as your illness can be cured, I will invite a Bodhisattva home and I will burn incense every day."

Yan Ge was almost amused by her. He lived in an era where actors and stars were not so difficult to get close to a group of people who were sought after, so sometimes he couldn't understand why some people fell in love with someone they had never met before. But at this moment he could feel the concern from the bottom of his heart, and Yan Ge was a little uncomfortable. He came here only for work, and he never thought that he would have anything to do with anyone, nor did he think that there would be such a group of people who would always be there. Silently care about him.

"Thank you." Yan Ge said from the bottom of his heart, "Thank you very much."

After Xue Mang finished crying, he went to buy fish. He bought three mandarin fishes in case he couldn't succeed in one go.

When Xue Zhonghua knocked on the door and came in, he saw his son wearing an apron deboning a fish. He saw his son holding a knife carefully, and felt sad and distressed. What is sad is that my son is so serious about learning to cook but it is not for himself. What is distressing is that my spoiled and raised son has to suffer.

But he couldn't say anything. Now that Yan Ge is terminally ill, he is right in everything. No matter what, he can't compete with a dying person.

Xue Mang turned back to Xue Zhonghua in his busy schedule, "Dad, do me a favor and pour the oil into the pot for me."

Xue Zhonghua was stunned for a moment, then looked around in a daze, "What oil?"

"That's the one, that yellow oil, pour in a little more."

"Oh." Xue Zhonghua took the oil in his hand and lifted the lid of the pot to pour the oil.

Xue Mang said, "Turn on the fire first, and then pour oil into the pot when it's hot."

"Oh." Xue Zhonghua went to start the fire again, and started the fire in a hurry. He poured the oil into the pot, and suddenly the oil in the pot splashed out with a stabbing sound.

Xue Zhonghua was startled, and jumped aside with a loud shout, "What happened?!"

Xue Mang turned his head and saw that his father, who had always been serious and narcissistic, was actually huddled in a corner with oil in his hands and a terrified expression on his face. Amidst the crackling sound of the oil pan, Xue Mang suddenly couldn't help laughing.

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