The big star has a prince syndrome

Chapter 166 Why Don’t You Love Yourself

Before the doctor left, Ye Yan quietly left the ward in a trance.

He stood at the door with his back against the wall, staring blankly at the glaring lights in the corridor. After a moment, he pinched his thighs with his hands hanging at his sides.

It hurts, it's not a dream, why not a dream...

He entered the entertainment industry at the age of 19 and was just 20 when he was signed by Pei Sujun. Afterwards, all his affairs were handled by his agent. Apart from learning to work and earn money during his adolescence, he seemed to have no ability to deal with other difficulties.

For example, now, after hearing that his father might soon leave this world, what should he do...

His face was so eye-catching that the nurses and family members who occasionally passed by would unconsciously look back at him.

This was the first time that he didn't rush to put on a mask when surrounded by people. At this moment, his world seemed to automatically block out everything around him. He could see nothing but the intense pain in his heart.

It was not until a tall shadow blocked his way and put a hat on his head to shield him from the eyes of passers-by that his shallow sanity gradually returned from the darkness.

He should have known it, Xu Qingran could see it with his eyes.

He didn't know how to comfort him, because no matter how he comforted him, it would not improve Ye Youcheng's condition. He wanted to hug the person he loved, but when he put his hands on his shoulders, Ye Yan pushed him away.

It was the doctor who came out. He ignored Xu Qingran and followed him straight to the office.

"Doctor, what is Ye Youcheng's illness? I'm his son."

He actually doesn't have any deep feelings for Ye Youcheng, but his biggest flaw is that he is hard on the outside but soft on the inside.

He wanted to give Ye Youcheng a chance to love him again. He hadn't enjoyed the feeling of home for long. He felt that fate couldn't stand anyone being nice to him. Once he began to feel happy, bad luck would follow. There was no exception in the past six months.

The doctor took a look at the man standing in front of him. He was very handsome and looked familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen this face before.

"He just said he didn't want you to know, but I don't think this kind of thing should be hidden from children."

The doctor took out Ye Youcheng's medical record with a look of regret and showed it to Ye Yan.

"He has stage three liver cancer with two metastases. He's in the hospital because of gastric bleeding caused by portal hypertension, which means he's vomiting blood. We've temporarily ligated the bleeding area. With conservative treatment, he has at most a year to live."

Although he had guessed it, hearing the word "cancer" in person was still like a bolt from the blue for him.

His head suddenly felt dizzy, and he lost his balance and held onto the doctor's desk.

Fortunately, he had a sandwich in the car, otherwise he would have collapsed by now.

The doctor saw that his face looked not right and was about to stand up to help him, but someone rushed into the office before him and stood beside Ye Yan and hugged him.

"Do you need glucose? I have some here." The doctor's eyes were very sharp. When he saw Ye Yan's pale face and lips and shaking hands, he knew what was wrong with him.

"No need to thank me... So, his current treatment is just to stop the bleeding? Is the tumor incurable?"

What he cared about was this: a patient with liver cancer could only go to the gastroenterology department to treat gastric bleeding. As an outsider, it seemed to him that it was a waste of time. Or maybe he was eager to hear the doctor say "it's not too late". He just wanted Ye Youcheng to be alive, and he didn't want to be homeless.

Faced with the lingering hope in the eyes of the patient's family, doctors who have long been accustomed to life and death still find it difficult to speak.

The other person pushed his glasses and sighed imperceptibly.

"Let's put it this way. It's too late. Normally, vomiting blood would only occur in the terminal stage. He came early, which means he had lost his last chance of treatment. Given his current physical condition, the best way to deal with it is to give up treatment. Forcing treatment will only make the patient more miserable. Of course, if you're not willing to give up, you can find a better hospital for consultation."

Ye Yan didn't know how he finally got out of the doctor's office. He didn't dare to go back to the ward. He pushed away Xu Qingran who had been protecting him in the corridor and walked into the stairwell with heavy steps.

There are usually no people in the escape passages on high floors. Ye Yan hid in the corner behind the door with her head lowered and tears streaming down her face.

He never cried out loud, but only suppressed his sobs.

He could no longer tell whether his tears were because he felt sorry for Ye Youcheng or for himself. He only knew that his heart was aching, and his childhood memories of Ye Youcheng kept flashing through his mind.

At that time, his mother Zhou Yun only had him as her son and still loved him, so even if Ye Youcheng lacked care for him, he would not feel that he was an unhappy child.

But things are different now. His mother is someone else's wife and someone else's mother. He can support Zhou Yun and his younger brother and let them live a good life in that terrible new family.

He actually really hoped that Zhou Yun could take the time to care about him, but his expectations were always dashed.

On the contrary, Ye Youcheng met his expectations. His father became "sensible" and cared about him and even loved him. His stepmother and stepsister were also very good to him. This was a fatal temptation for a person who lacked love.

He once thought that he would hate Ye Youcheng for a long time. After all, during those six years in junior high and high school, he had accumulated stomach problems, hypoglycemia, and depression, three diseases that would either kill him or cost him his life.

He still overestimated himself. What he didn't dare to say when he was 13, he would never have the chance to say again.

"Can we stop arguing? I won't eat chili anymore..."

In the closed corner where he was alone, he whispered the words he had not dared to say back then. After all, it was too late and he was no longer a child.

On the other side of the passage, Xu Qingran stood there silently. He knew that Ye Yan chose to hide alone just to be quiet.

He doesn't need anyone's company or comfort now. What he needs is the courage to accept reality.

But Xu Qingran knew that Ye Yan did not have such courage. He knew the person he loved best. How could someone who would feel sad even when seeing flowers wither endure the separation of life and death?

"Once your father's condition stabilizes, we'll transfer him to Yinghua Medical Center in City A. If they can't help, we'll invite foreign experts. There's definitely hope."

Xu Qingran still couldn't bear to let him stay alone for too long. The big star who was still shining on the stage yesterday was now curled up in the corner like a wounded kitten. The halo around him was shattered, and the ground was filled with haze.

"Let's put our affairs aside for now. Just stay by my side and don't say anything..."

Ye Yan didn't look up, and his voice was extremely restrained, so even though Xu Qingran couldn't see his face hidden by the brim of his hat, he could still imagine what his expression was at the moment. The tears hanging down his chin were the answer.

The next second, he leaned forward and hugged Xu Qingran's legs with his forehead resting on his knees. He was enduring the cruelty and boredom of this world, and often had the urge not to stay. Xu Qingran was like a Ganoderma lucidum that could keep him alive.

Xu Qingran didn't dare to move. He just stood there supporting Ye Yan's body and letting him hold her. He was in good physical condition and stood there for half an hour. His legs were stiff and numb, but he didn't move an inch.

He just wanted to make Ye Yan feel more comfortable, but he ignored the fact that the person holding him had not responded for half an hour. It was not until the hands loosened and hung down that he realized something was wrong and quickly carried Ye Yan out of the stairwell.

When he woke up, he was lying in a hospital ward with an IV in his hand. The first person he saw was Xiao Rui, who was sitting in front of the bed.

Seeing him wake up, Xiao Rui perked up and breathed a sigh of relief.

"What's wrong with me?" Ye Yan asked him. He only remembered hugging Xu Xingran's legs to calm down. Then he suddenly felt cold all over and fell asleep inexplicably.

"The doctor examined you and found you have severe hypoglycemia. He told you to eat sweets. The sugar in other foods can no longer meet your body's needs, so please stop being picky about food, okay?"

Xiao Rui warned him in a serious tone, then picked up the cake box on the cabinet and opened it.

"This is the takeaway that Xu Qingran sent over, along with milk tea. Eating less is better than not eating at all."

It turned out that his old illness had come back, Ye Yan thought, what's the big deal.

Just after he regained consciousness briefly, the terrible incident had already invaded his mind again.

"Is this T City Central Hospital?" he suddenly asked. Xiao Rui was stunned for a moment and suddenly became a little nervous. What was wrong with him?

"Yeah, did you forget?"

"No, so it's not a dream, it's real..."

His eyes turned red again, he clenched his fists and trembled all over, and the syringe in his hand began to return blood at a speed visible to the naked eye. Xiao Rui was so scared that she quickly put down the cake and held his arm. The scene of him smashing the infusion bottle last time still made Xiao Rui feel scared.

"Don't get excited! Mr. Xu has already arranged for Uncle to be transferred to another hospital. It's not the end yet, there's still hope."

"You're just deceiving yourself. It's already metastasized to two places. We all know what that means... He can choose not to love me, but why doesn't he love himself? Why did he have to wait until now... Why didn't he listen to the doctor and have surgery ten years ago? Is it just to make me unhappy now?! What did I do wrong to have to go through this?! He seems to be open-minded and doesn't care about life or death, but what about me? What about Aunt Qiu? He still doesn't care about anything!"

He seemed to collapse suddenly again, his voice unconsciously became louder and the corners of his eyes were red. It was a kind of pain that could not be felt without experiencing it, and it left scars on his handsome face.

He was neglected as a child, and at 13, he barely survived those six years by serving dishes and washing dishes. And now, after only a few days of being a decent father, he gave him the gift of life and death...

He felt it was so boring. He was 50 years old and still trying to be a "prodigal son". He might as well use his money to eat, drink and have fun. If he felt unwell, he could get a full body check-up package. Life would be so comfortable if he had enough money. Why did he have to make things like this and make everyone unhappy?

As expected, he shouldn't have had hope in an irresponsible man. Ye Yan had used all his luck in this life to make money and meet Xu Qingran, and the price was that he didn't have any relatives left for him.