Under the street lamp, the drunkard's figure looked very thin, as if a gust of wind could blow it down, and Tsing Yi's heart couldn't help but feel distressed.

Obviously, he has tried his best to urge him to eat three meals a day, why is he still so thin.

Tsing Yi thought to himself.

Obviously he is a doctor himself, why does he never care about his body.

Tsing Yi came back to his senses, pressed the horn again, and saw that the drunkard still didn't mean to get into the car, he just wanted to unbuckle his seat belt and get out of the car to ask him what was wrong, but the drunkard took a few steps forward, opened the car door and sat in.

"What just happened? In a daze all the time? Tsing Yi asked the drunkard wearing his seatbelt.

"Look at you."

"Huh?"

"I'm looking at you." The drunkard, who was fastening his seatbelt, looked up at him with a smile.

Tsing Yi's heart beat hard, a smile on the corner of his mouth was fainting, and the hand holding the steering wheel was clenched subconsciously because of nervousness.

“…… Let's go eat, Ninghuai Avenue has a new home......" Tsing Yi started the engine and prepared to go.

"I want to eat the noodles you made." The drunkard tilted his head sideways, looking at Tsing Yi's side face, and somehow, when this sentence came out, he already had a sad feeling.

"Don't eat anything else? The noodles I eat in the morning are also noodles, there is no nutrition, and I am still hungry in the middle of the night, so let's eat something good, and the noodles will be eaten tomorrow morning. ”

He's too thin, he needs to eat some good supplements.

“…… I still want to eat noodles. The drunkard choked in his throat and almost choked up.

The entire chest cavity seemed to be tightly tightened together by a big hand, and it seemed to be hit twice, and a large area of the chest hurt with it.

He quickly turned his head back and looked ahead, not letting Tsing Yi notice his reddened eyes.

"Then let's go to the store and pack some vegetables and cook noodles at home."

"Okay."

The drunkard closed his eyes and eased his emotions, and after a while, he finally felt less uncomfortable.

When he opened his eyes, he couldn't help but turn his head sideways, staring at Tsing Yi who was driving, and he couldn't help but look at it.

Feeling that the drunkard's gaze kept falling on his face, Tsing Yi had to slow down the speed because of the nervousness in his heart.

“…… What's wrong? Why do you keep staring at me? ”

"Because it's pretty."

Because I want to see it.

“……”

Tsing Yi showed a green and snickering smile like a big boy on the side that the drunkard couldn't see.

It was a little uncomfortable to be stared at like this, but after a few minutes, it felt like nothing.

I bought some dishes with high nutritional content in the hotel, and when I came out of the hotel, I remembered that there was a roast chicken restaurant not far from here, and Tsing Yi asked the drunkard if he wanted to eat it.

The drunkard shook his head and said no.

He didn't eat anymore, he just wanted to eat noodles.

"Then let's go back."

"Hmm."

Tsing Yi took the drunkard back to Wuyuan and put down the things in his hand.

"You eat first, don't drink, I'll cook noodles."

Tsing Yi said a word of advice and went out of the room and downstairs.

The drunkard collapsed on the couch, exhausted.

He leaned back on the couch, staring at the ceiling in a daze, his eyes blank.

He didn't know what he was supposed to do, what to do with his situation, how to say goodbye to him when he was about to die......

Whether it is to leave quietly, or to tell everyone calmly about life and death, it is too cruel for Tsing Yi.

Should he struggle a little more and believe in miracles?

Are you still saved?

The drunkard closed his eyes and hid the despair in his eyes.

After a second or two, he fell asleep with extreme mental exhaustion, and he slept very deeply.