Leng Chuanjin cast a worried look into the ward. The young boy on the hospital bed was as pale as paper, his tightly knitted brows telling of the pain he was enduring at the moment. Leng Chuanjin outside the door felt it as if it were his own.
After a long while, he slowly turned to Fu Lingshi and said, "Please give my regards to your grandparents. I won't be able to visit them this time. Next time, I'll visit them in person with generous gifts."
Jing Zhan's condition was getting worse and worse. As his elder brother, Leng Chuanjin didn't dare to relax for a single moment.
He understood Fu Lingshi's good intentions, but the remaining time of Jing Zhan's life was in his hands. He had to be extremely vigilant.
Looking at the stubborn look in the eyes of his childhood playmate, Fu Lingshi let out a soft sigh.
Since Jing Zhan was diagnosed with this illness, Leng Chuanjin seemed to have never had a good rest. Apart from dealing with his work, whenever he had free time, he would search the world for a cure for Epidermodysplasia Verruciformis.
"Chuanjin, you need to rest," Fu Lingshi said helplessly. He had lost count of how many times he had said this in a year.
If Leng Chuanjin had listened even once, he wouldn't have ended up in this state. His once dark and deep ice - blue eyes were now bloodshot. They had lost their former brightness, and his expression was slightly fatigued. But clearly, he was still holding on, not allowing himself to collapse.
Leng Chuanjin didn't answer Fu Lingshi's words. The word "rest" was a luxury for him.
Once he stopped, Leng Qiuhua would seize the opportunity. For now, the target was him, but there was no guarantee that next time, this person's spearhead wouldn't be pointed at his younger brother and mother.
Thinking of this, Leng Chuanjin's hands involuntarily clenched tightly, making a creaking sound, which caught Fu Lingshi's attention.
Realizing that his emotions were showing, he took a deep breath, quickly regained his normal expression, and slowly relaxed his clenched fists.
"Chuanjin, are you okay?" Fu Lingshi asked worriedly.
Leng Chuanjin closed his eyes and shook his head slightly, indicating that he didn't need to worry. "I'm fine."
Just Jing Zhan's matter was already enough to worry the Fu family. Over the years, the Fu family had also put in a lot of effort to find a cure for Jing Zhan.
He, Leng Chuanjin, always remembered this in his heart.
As for Leng Qiuhua, that insignificant clown, it was better not to let Lingshi worry about it. He would deal with this person personally sooner or later.
After several professors finished the final examination on Jing Zhan, they walked out of the ward one after another. They nodded to Leng Chuanjin and Fu Lingshi, then returned to their own offices to continue discussing Jing Zhan's condition.
At this moment, in the large, top - level ward, only Jing Zhan was lying there alone. He looked extremely lonely.
Leng Chuanjin suddenly asked Fu Lingshi beside him, "Lingshi, do you still remember what Jing Zhan used to be like?"
Following Leng Chuanjin's gaze, Fu Lingshi looked at the young boy lying there again.
If it weren't for the normal human skin above his lower jaw, from a distance, he really looked like a thin sapling, as if a gust of wind could shatter him.
But this shouldn't have been what this young boy was originally like.
"Of course I remember. Jing Zhan should have been everyone's little sun."
Jing Zhan was the youngest, ten years younger than Leng Chuanjin.
When this younger brother was just born, he had personally gone to the hospital to see him. The scene at that time was quite comical.
Leng's mother asked Leng Chuanjin to try to hold the little brother. At that time, Leng Chuanjin didn't understand why he needed a younger brother and was very reluctant to hold Jing Zhan.
When he first entered, he saw Leng Chuanjin with a long face, clumsily holding Jing Zhan in his arms.
Jing Zhan was very well - behaved in Leng Chuanjin's arms. He neither cried nor made a fuss, and kept smiling at Leng Chuanjin.
"Chuanjin, look how much your brother likes you. He only smiles at you," said Leng's mother, who was still very weak after giving birth to Jing Zhan. She was very pleased to see this harmonious scene between brothers.
The young Fu Lingshi also squeezed over to take a look. Sure enough, just as Leng's mother said, "It's really true. Chuanjin, it seems that this younger brother will surely be very attached to you in the future."
What Fu Lingshi didn't expect was that his words really came true. As Jing Zhan grew up, he became more and more fond of following Leng Chuanjin.
No matter where Leng Chuanjin went, there was always this little tail following him. "Brother, wait for me!"
The key was that Jing Zhan was not at all annoying. He was well - behaved, sensible, and sweet - tongued. He never caused any trouble for Leng Chuanjin.
If Leng Chuanjin was busy with work, little Jing Zhan would wait obediently on one side.
Even when he saw Fu Lingshi, he would keep calling him "brother".
"Brother Lingshi, you're here. My brother is busy upstairs. He'll come down soon. I'll go get you something to eat."
Before Fu Lingshi could say a word, he saw Jing Zhan, who was as small as a bean sprout, bustling around like a little adult to entertain him. When the servants wanted to help him, Jing Zhan wasn't happy.
"I'll entertain my Brother Lingshi myself. You don't need to help. Otherwise, it will seem that I'm not sincere."
Hearing what little Jing Zhan said, Fu Lingshi couldn't help but burst out laughing at that time.
Even if one was extremely tired outside, with such a little - sun - like younger brother waiting at home, all the troubles would dissipate.
For a long time, Fu Lingshi was extremely envious that Leng Chuanjin had such a good younger brother. After all, his own younger brother was really useless.
"Chuanjin, why don't you let Jing Zhan stay at my place for a few days? My family likes him very much."
"No," Fu Lingshi's request was rejected by Leng Chuanjin again and again.
"You, just wait. Sooner or later, there will come a day when you'll beg me."
"Let's wait and see." When Leng Chuanjin said this, he didn't even give Fu Lingshi a look, which almost made him faint from anger.
But the good times didn't last long. Leng Chuanjin no longer saw Jing Zhan running after him, and Fu Lingshi no longer saw that little cute boy bustling around for him at the Leng family.
Maybe it was because God was jealous of such a good child that he was actually diagnosed with Epidermodysplasia Verruciformis, an incurable disease.
Fu Lingshi remembered that on the day of the diagnosis, Leng Chuanjin was sitting outside the ward corridor, with cigarette butts scattered all over the floor under his feet.
Leng Chuanjin never smoked.
He walked up to Leng Chuanjin at that time and gently patted his shoulder. "It will get better. We'll figure it out together."
Leng Chuanjin's hand holding the cigarette butt was trembling. The only thing left in his mind was the doctor's words.
"Epidermodysplasia Verruciformis. So far, there has never been a cured case."