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I thought about it for a long time and sent L a photo of himself in the hospital. He instantly replied, "What's wrong?" I still didn't know what to say to him, but I hesitated and said, "Thank you." ”

I expected him to call me soon and care about my body. What will I say then? You have AIDS and I don't know it? Or do you cry and ask him to come and comfort me? Or just throw him a sentence "I suggest you go for a check-up"?

However, are these useful? Can it change the results? Isn't this my own doing, and what does it have to do with L? He can turn his face and deny it, he can reprimand me "Don't threaten me, I won't be responsible", and he can also slander me "Who knows who you were infected by, I am wronged"...... Most likely, he will immediately put me aside and ignore me, after all, it is a mud bodhisattva crossing the river and it is difficult to protect himself.

L's phone called, and when I heard his warm and familiar voice, a smile could still hang on the corner of his mouth: "The doctor asked me to go for a blood test." ”

"What's wrong? Did you catch a cold last time we met? ”

"It's like a symptom of HIV infection, and I'll take a blood test to confirm it." I regained my breath of air.

"What?"

I paused and said, "AIDS." ”

l was a little shocked: "Don't talk nonsense! Don't scare me! ”

"Now you're scaring me...... If you're okay, I'll be fine," I replied reluctantly, "I'm still waiting for the results, and it'll take an hour." ”

"Okay, call me when you have news." L understood what I meant, and said in a firm tone, "I'll have a meeting first." ”

l did not firmly deny the idea that he might have a problem. If so, I don't think he is too rational to have a meeting at this time! The world of men is really different from what we think.

However, I didn't seem to be so nervous for most of the next half an hour, and once the pressure was shared, it would indeed relieve a lot of psychological burden&mdah;not the feeling of dying, but L's attitude made me feel that I was not cold.

The last twenty minutes of the hour were the hardest, and I paced back and forth in frustration to see if my name appeared on the electronic screen for the report. Time flies so slowly, every minute is tormenting, but I am paradoxically very worried about the last moment.

What should have come is still coming.

I walked in and grabbed the report slip and walked to the window, watching the machine inside trembling and printing my report.

The first one, when I took it, I really didn't dare to look down. At this time, a thousand waves stirred up in my heart, and I had to muster up twelve points of courage to do any small action. I forced myself to pick up the report and put it in front of my eyes.

I didn't see anything clearly, except for the word "negative".

I breathed a sigh of relief, only to find out that it was a pregnancy test report.

The second one was handed to me.

Death report.

I thought to myself. It was as if someone was pointing a gun to the back of my head and shooting me at one look.

I still read it, and I didn't look for the result column all of a sudden, and I saw a bunch of small words indicating the negative and positive indicator ranges, and a small "yang" word scared me half to death. I'm such a timid person who is afraid of death. Finally, the word "feminine" in a large font came into view, as if the man with the gun behind me had suddenly given up on me.

There was no one in the world, and I was the only one left in the world. My eyes were hot and I wanted to cry.

Before calling L, I went to the doctor to see the results.

It was still the young male doctor who was very polite and avoided mentioning the content of my test, just saying "no problem". I remembered the knowledge I found on the Internet and asked, "Is it impossible to measure it during the window period?" "How long have you been?" I recalled the last time I was with L without safety measures, and weakly replied, "About a month?" The doctor said with a relaxed face: "Normally, it can be detected in 4-6 weeks, but to be safe, you can come back in another month." ”

I walked out of the exam room and counted my fingers again. Saying that my results don't guarantee that you'll be fine. Although I was still very devastated, I was still in a much better mood than seeing a "positive" directly.

I thought about it for a moment and dialed L's phone.

"Hello?" The voice over there was noticeably raised three degrees. I know that when someone else is present and it is inconvenient to answer the phone, he will use this tone to remind me.

"You have a meeting first." I sighed.

"It's okay, you say." He's obviously still in the room, and I need to make a long story short.

"You take the time to go to the hospital."

Other than that, I really don't know how to describe the results in a nutshell. Although it would obviously scare L.

"Okay, I got it." He hung up. I can't hear anything wrong with the tone.

I sent him another message: "Go for a check-up early, life is more important than work." "I can't figure it out, his heart is too big. Of course, this message probably scared him again.

I was sitting in the hospital with straight eyes. After sitting for about half an hour, L came to call, and his voice was a little anxious: "What's the situation?" What do doctors say? ”

I gave a general account of my situation, and after listening to it, I concluded: "That is to say, if I check it, you don't; If I check it, you're at risk too. Is that right? ”

I nodded yes.

"What hospital are you in?"

I reported the name of the hospital.

"How long will it take to get the results after the check?"

"One hour."

"You wait for me," said L, "I'll come now." ”

The hospital I work at is very far away from L's company, almost the entire city. I wanted to say, "Don't bother, you can take the time to go to the nearest hospital and let me know the results when the time comes," but I didn't squeak.

I really look forward to seeing him right away.

After waiting for more than an hour, L drove to arrive. He drove so fast.

It's noon.,When L walked in.,Wearing sunglasses.,Still that cock to death.。 I'm staring and dead today. He walked in and saw me and smiled, "Show me your report." My eyes widened, and his expression looked as if he was waiting to see his wife's pregnancy report. I muttered, "You can laugh." Then he weakly instructed him to register, go to the doctor to write a bill, and then draw blood. Then another hour of waiting.

Looking at his checklist, he actually swiped his medical insurance card directly, and his name is on the register. I thought he would check on anonymously...... We sat down in a corner, and I looked at him, not knowing what to say, let alone what he was thinking.

The first thing l said was: "Hey, do you know that you made a phone call, and it was supposed to be a three-hour meeting, and I ended it in a hurry&mdah;You, you, you, and you, what else do you have to talk about, hurry up!" Well, well, that's all. Meeting! ”

The second sentence was, "Hey, why don't we go and lie down in the car for a while?" Don't wait for an acquaintance to bump into the two of us coming to the hospital together, and we can't explain it clearly......"

The attitude put me at ease, really, thoroughly. Although I still couldn't relax, I was relieved to sit next to him&mdah; he didn't put on a stinking face of fear, impatience, or selfishness and indifference, as I expected, but talked to me like no one else.