The wind in March in the north is still blowing, standing on the overpass, looking at the crowded traffic below, Huang Zhen'er holds the inspection sheet in his hand, and his head is blank.

An hour ago, the attending physician wearing a big white jacket first asked if there was any family to accompany her, Huang Zhener shook his head and said that his family had passed away, with a little sympathetic eyes, the attending physician of some ages handed her the test sheet, and then said a lengthy name that Huang Zhener had never heard of in his life, what "aplastic anemia".

At first, Huang Zhen'er thought that it was just anemia, and it was funny, if she hadn't had a nosebleed or something at every turn for a while, she wouldn't have thought of coming to the hospital for a checkup, how could an anemic person have a nosebleed? Isn't that a waste?

But the attending physician continued to say the news, but she fell into a cold black hole, this disease is very rare, it is a kind of blood cancer, if actively treated, optimistic estimate of a year to live.

Huang Zhen'er was calm, she kept her sanity and asked what is called optimistic treatment, and asked about medical expenses, after listening to the doctor's detailed explanation, she walked out of the consultation room like a wandering spirit, and walked to the approval counter to settle the bill.

For a third-rate TV drama writer who has never been able to find a reliable job after graduation, the cost of this treatment is astronomical, and he may not be able to raise half of it by the time he dies. The wind was mixed with whispers from the doctor as he left the room.

The doctor sighed and said, "It's a pity, such a young girl." These words echoed in my ears over and over again with the howling wind.

Is this really the end of everything? Looking back on her life, nothing good has almost ever happened, why did God choose her? Or is it because she is living too sadly, rather than leaving her life to other people who still have a future, it is better to let her be this inverted egg.

The weather in March is still cold and biting, her fingers seem to be frozen, she raised her hands to her mouth and exhaled, turned around and moved, in exchange for a little heat, but just turned around, her eyes fell on the large movie poster on the opposite building, that is Su Zhihao's upcoming new film promotional poster, he is Huang Zhener's favorite actor, and now the top movie star, whether it is an impeccable face, or superb acting skills, he has a very high popularity in the entire Chinese region.

She kept an eye on him until he began to have scandals, first with the assistant, and then with the heroine of the same scene, although they were all solemnly denied, but Huang Zhener was still heartbroken, and began to deliberately not pay attention to his news, but he was so popular that he couldn't pay attention to it even if he didn't want to.

Huang Zhener is different from ordinary fans, her feelings for Su Zhihao are special.

Maybe no one believed it, but when he hadn't moved overseas, he was a classmate of Huang Zhen'er in elementary school, living in the same alley, and he was the only boy she had ever liked in her life, although she only dared to hide in the corner and look at him, expecting him to smile back occasionally.

If there is a miracle in this world, Huang Zhen'er hopes that she can see him again, as long as it is once, she will tell him what she wants to say in the past eighteen years, and she will work hard to live.

But miracles don't exist, do they? Huang Zhen'er laughed, and suddenly, a smell of blood came from her nose again, she reached out to wipe it, it was a sticky red, constantly gushing out of her nose, and her eyes began to blur, but in a few seconds, her weak body fell to the ground gently like a petal.

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opened her eyes again, except for the four words "splitting headache" to describe it, Huang Zhener couldn't find any other adjectives.

As her vision slowly cleared, she saw a group of doctors dressed in big white hangers standing in front of her, she thought she had been sent back to the hospital, but after looking at the surrounding environment, she blocked her throat in one breath, and almost didn't scream, this was not a place she was familiar with at all, doctors and nurses surrounded by a big battle, high-end and advanced equipment, and even the ward was the most high-end single room.

Huang Zhen'er panicked, at a certain moment, she thought she was going to heaven, pinched her cheeks, but she could feel the real pain, she asked in a panic where she was now

Suddenly, a voice came, answering her question, "You suddenly passed out in the studio, I'll send you to the hospital, take a good rest." The voice was full of magnetism, it sounded so familiar, Huang Zhen'er looked at the owner of the voice, and couldn't help but skip a beat of his heart.

Is this a dream? Huang Zhen'er was dumbfounded, unable to believe it.

Not long ago, Su Zhihao, who could only look at the poster from a distance, actually appeared in front of her alive, she looked at Su Zhihao's melancholy and handsome face, and became dumb in an instant.

Su Zhihao saw that her reaction was not normal, and turned to the doctor next to him and asked, "Doctor, she shouldn't have any other problems, right?" The good-looking finger was raised, stopped for a while, and finally pointed to the brain.

Several doctors flipped through the medical records at the same time, the words of the paper brushes and the report of the examination value sounded, and the attending physician shook his head at Su Zhihao and said: "The results of the examination are not abnormal, except for some overwork and unbalanced nutrition, everything else is normal, and it is okay to recuperate for a few days." ”

"That's good, please take care of me." Su Zhihao bowed to the medical staff quite politely.

The attending physician hurriedly waved his hand, "It should be, it should be...... But Mr. Su, our daughter is your fan, can you please leave a few autographs for her? This kid's room is full of your posters. ”

"No problem." Su Zhihao simply agreed, and seeing the envious looks on the faces of other female medical staff, Su Zhihao asked kindly: "Is there anyone else who needs it?" I'll get you ready before I leave. ”

A sea of raised hands appeared at the speed of seconds, and even the other male doctors followed suit.

"Hey! Xiao Wang, what do you want the signature of a male star for? A nurse asked curiously.

"My girlfriend is a big fan of him, if I get a signed photo, then I can save the Valentine's Day gift again......"

"And this trick!" Hearing Xiao Wang say this, the other male doctors who didn't raise their hands also raised their hands.

When leaving the ward, many female medical staff took the opportunity to turn their heads and look at Su Zhihao a few more times, after all, the opportunity to see a big star with their own eyes is really a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and Su Zhihao is now popular, just to grab a ticket for a handshake meeting is a second kill, scalpers open a sky-high price, and he does not participate in ordinary entertainment programs, so there are very few wild rice shoots, if he didn't bring his assistant to hang the emergency today, probably in this life to see the real person with his own eyes, than winning the fourth prize of the lottery.

After everyone left and the door closed, Su Zhihao immediately put away his smile, widened his eyes, and knocked on Huang Zhen'er's head seriously. "Just tell you not to eat that junk food all day long, now that you're feeling unwell, you are my assistant, and now you want me to take care of you?"

"I ......" is still completely trapped in the fog, Huang Zhen'er doesn't know what she should answer, what she can answer, she just looked at the man in front of her greedily, wanting to remember his outline more clearly, if this is a dream, then she can at least leave some more profound pictures when she wakes up from the dream.

However, Su Zhihao was not very comfortable, he had been his assistant for two years, Huang Zhen'er had never looked at himself with this kind of eyes, he frowned, reached out and probed her head, when his body temperature penetrated Huang Zhen'er's body through the skin, Huang Zhen'er couldn't help but tremble again.

Su Zhihao didn't notice her subtle movements, looked up at the ceiling and muttered to himself, and withdrew his hand. "It's strange, I don't have a fever, and the doctor said it's fine...... Huang Zhen'er, you shouldn't be hiding from me what I shouldn't eat! ”

"What?"

"Recruit from the truth!" His face suddenly approached Huang Zhen'er, and she didn't want to retreat, and if she didn't retreat, she couldn't press the tension that had already turned red to the root of her ears.

"I didn't, I didn't!" She quickly denied it, pulled up the quilt by the way, and shrunk herself into the quilt.

"It's good if you don't, but why do you just think something is wrong with you...... Forget it, rest more, stay well and don't make trouble for the medical staff, I'll pick you up after filming the TV series later, if you need anything, ask the nurse to help, don't fool around, do you hear clearly? With domineering, but the words were full of caring tenderness, Huang Zhen'er was almost drunk.

"Heard ......"

"Well, then I'll go, I'll be back later."

"Goodbye ......"

Through the quilt, there was the sound of the door closing, and Huang Zhen'er, who was about to lift the quilt to breathe, was suddenly forced to fall on the bed by the pain that kept surging in her brain, holding her head, biting the quilt, and painfully letting groups of fragments of memories rush into her mind.

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