In A City, in a private hospital, a spacious and clean SVIP ward is filled with a faint scent of disinfectant. On a cabinet, a bouquet of lilies adorned with water droplets sits inconspicuously next to a brightly colored flyer.
A young, slender figure leans against the window, overlooking the bustling crowd below that appears like dark specks from the height.
The nearly transparent glass reflects a pale, beautiful face. The person at the window is around twenty-three or twenty-four, with exceptional features and a thin frame. His dark, shoulder-length hair frames his brow, highlighting his soft almond-shaped eyes. His lashes are long and curled, with the outer corners slightly raised, imparting an air of unspoken emotions. His cheeks are snow-white, and his lips are a very light shade of rose.
As if recalling something, his brow furrows slightly, betraying an undeniable aura of illness. However, this affliction only enhances his striking beauty, accentuating it even more. The hospital gown he wears appears exceptionally loose, making it easy to imagine the graceful lines and curves beneath the thin fabric.
Yet the sickness that envelops him and the faint bluish shadows under his eyes indicate that this is indeed a truly sickly beauty.
“Mr. Yan, how are you feeling today?”
The nurse conducting a routine check-up holds a clipboard and inquires gently, her voice soft, as though afraid to disturb the fragile beauty.
This patient has been in the hospital for two years with worsening health, yet no specific diagnosis can be found, leading to an indefinite stay for recovery.
Strangely enough, this young man has no family or friends; he resides in the hospital alone.
“I feel okay,” Yan Chuan replies, coming back to the moment, and he offers the nurse a barely perceptible smile, “Thank you for your concern.”
His lips form a small arc, and this pale, beautiful face suddenly seems animated, with a flicker of light in his eyes that captivates the observer.
“No need to thank me…” The nurse gazes at him for a moment but quickly composes herself, her face flushing with embarrassment as she bows her head.
She retracts her previous statement; even if this patient lacks relatives, passersby in the corridor are enthralled by his presence, resembling a swarm of bees attracted to nectar. The hospital has even placed his ward on a separate floor to mitigate the constant flow of admirers.
The allure of this young patient is undeniable.
“The attending physician mentioned,” Yan Chuan slowly begins, his tone calm, “My body can hold on for at most another year?”
His health is failing, and his memory is fragmented; he only knows his name. Since he can remember, he has been in this hospital. The doctors informed him that his physical condition is poor, with organs deteriorating for unknown reasons. Despite continuous treatment and care, there is little hope for recovery.
In other words, modern medicine cannot save his life unless alternative methods are found…
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