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"Then why did you say it was money from buying the computer?! You didn't have to tell me, you could have said you borrowed it, but don't lie to me!" Jiang Boyu's hair was wet, strands hanging over his forehead. His face was twitching incessantly.

Wang Danyang sneered. "Since you know, I won't hide it from you! Even if I deliberately didn't tell you, you know? I know you like He Jihong, and you've never been sincere with me! I hate her! I hate you! Didn't you lie to me? Didn't you lie to me?"

Jiang Boyu stared at her blankly, as if she were a stranger. "Was I wrong? Should I apologize to you?" he said slowly.

“I hate you, I hate He Jihong, Jiang Boyu! You don’t know what’s good for you, you don’t know what’s good for you! She already has a boyfriend, and you still won’t give up! What do I lack compared to her? Tell me! I’m not convinced, I’m not convinced! I hate you all so much!” Wang Danyang shouted hysterically.

Jiang Boyu suddenly slapped Wang Danyang across the face. The sound was crystal clear in the quiet, rainy night.

“Shameless!” Jiang Boyu slowly uttered these two words. He stared at Wang Danyang as if he were a stranger. His facial muscles seemed to contort, squeeze, and twitch from extreme pain. Anger, sorrow, and shock mingled with the rain and tears, washing away the endless darkness!

Wang Danyang covered her face with one hand. She murmured, "You, you hit me? What kind of thing is this, you..."

"I...I'm sorry!" Jiang Boyu's lips trembled as he turned his head away and said, "Let's...break up!"

Without even picking up the umbrella, Jiang Boyu suddenly turned and ran, disappearing from Wang Danyang's sight.

On the playground, only Wang Danyang, holding an umbrella, stood alone by the parallel bars. She slowly squatted down, buried her face in her hands, and began to sob softly.

Jiang Boyu had been coughing violently for two days in a row.

After running down from the playground that day, he didn't go back to his dormitory. He just walked aimlessly along the road in the rain. He didn't know where he was going. He just wanted to calm down and numb himself in the cold winter rain. The rain blurred his vision; he couldn't tell if it was rain or tears. From childhood to adulthood, Jiang Boyu hated nothing more than being deceived—especially by those he trusted who would take advantage of his kindness and sincerity. He was easily moved, but also easily angered!

Jiang Boyu walked for almost an hour in the rain before finally returning to his dormitory, soaked to the bone. It was already 11 p.m. When he entered, Shen Wei and Duan Youzhi were startled by his drenched appearance.

"Old Jiang, why didn't you bring an umbrella? Wang Danyang just called to ask if you were back. She told you to call her now that you're back." Shen Wei spoke with difficulty, his expression strange—Wang Danyang's tearful voice made him feel that something was wrong with this couple!

"Don't mention her!" Jiang Boyu wiped his face, his tone cold. Then he turned and went to the bathroom to change his clothes.

That night, Jiang Boyu developed a high fever. He kept having recurring dreams. In his dreams, he was back at Yungu Temple. He wanted to see Master Huiming, but no matter how much he knocked on the abbot's room door, it wouldn't open. Jiang Boyu panicked and shouted, "Master Huiming, save me!" Unexpectedly, this shout woke up Shen Wei and Duan Youzhi. Shen Wei turned on the light—thankfully, the dormitory had no power outage during final exams—and then Shen Wei saw Jiang Boyu sitting on the edge of the bed, panting heavily, his forehead covered in sweat, his face flushed, and his lips chapped.

"Old Jiang, are you dreaming?" Shen Wei also sat up and put on his clothes.

Jiang Boyu seemed not to hear him. He remained seated, muttering something to himself.

Duan Youzhi, who was sleeping on top of Jiang Boyu, turned over in a daze and muttered, "Old Jiang, what are you doing being so romantic in the rain... You got too excited!"

Shen Wei glanced at Jiang Boyu for a while, then sensed something was wrong and got out of bed. He touched Jiang Boyu's forehead; it was burning hot. He quickly pressed Jiang Boyu back down and tucked him in. Then he started rummaging through drawers and cabinets looking for medicine.

Fortunately, they found a few aspirin effervescent tablets in a paper bag in Duan Youzhi's drawer, which was like a rat's nest. After Jiang Boyu drank one with boiled water, Shen Wei turned off the light.

Jiang Boyu, now back to sleep, continued his dream. He pushed open the door to the abbot's room again, and went in, room after room… but he still couldn't find Master Huiming. Then, behind a veil, he saw He Jihong. He saw He Jihong standing before him, holding the wooden box—the box was open. He saw the crimson heart relic! He picked it up!

The heart relic gradually softened, warmed, and began to beat in his hands. The beating grew stronger and stronger until his hands could barely hold it!

Jiang Boyu woke up with a start. His hands were pressed against his chest, over his heart. His heart was beating much faster than usual. His head was spinning, his mouth was dry, and his whole body felt weak and powerless. He could feel his heart was about to leap out of his throat.

He didn't understand why He Jihong was holding the heart relic. Did she have some connection with it? Daylight broke, but Jiang Boyu's fever persisted. Around 7 a.m., Shen Wei gave him an aspirin along with some soy milk from the cafeteria.

Jiang Boyu's cough was extremely severe. He could only lie in bed, a towel soaked in cold water draped over his forehead—Duan Youzhi would change it every fifteen minutes. Shen Wei said, "Damn it, if his fever doesn't break, we're taking him to the school clinic for an IV drip!"

In the morning, Duan Youzhi went to the school hospital to get some Yinqiao tablets and cold medicine. It seemed that Jiang Boyu's high fever was subsiding under the influence of aspirin. However, his cough was still intermittent.

Jiang Boyu didn't eat a single grain of rice at noon. He couldn't get out of bed until evening. He was still coughing and had a fever. Shen Wei originally wanted to call Wang Danyang to tell her, but Duan Youzhi stopped him. Duan Youzhi meant that the two of them were having a fight, and Jiang Boyu might not want to see her! Shen Wei thought about it and realized he was right, so he had to give up the idea.

However, Shen Wei and Duan Youzhi didn't sleep well at all that night. Jiang Boyu's violent coughing felt like a saw tearing at their eardrums. At two o'clock in the morning, Duan Youzhi simply got out of bed and stuffed two wads of cotton wool into his ears.

In the morning, Jiang Boyu suddenly murmured that he was cold. He huddled under the covers, shivering, so Shen Wei simply added his own blanket to his bed. Duan Youzhi said, "Oh no, this is the beginning of a fever!" Shen Wei glared at him and said, "No way, we definitely don't have as much experience as the women in taking care of patients. We have to call Wang Danyang over. Who cares if they argued or not? This is a perfect opportunity for Wang Danyang to show her skills! A friend in need is a friend indeed!"

Looking at the current situation, Duan Youzhi could only sigh and remain silent.

Shen Wei acted immediately. He picked up the phone and dialed Wang Danyang's dormitory. Wang Danyang herself answered the phone.

Fifteen minutes later, Wang Danyang knocked on the door of Shen Wei's dormitory. She also brought the umbrella that Jiang Boyu had left on the playground that day.

"Hehe, Grandma, we've been waiting for you!" Shen Wei said with a grin.

“If you’re not an angel now, who is? Old Chiang is in your hands now,” Duan Youzhi chimed in, straining his voice.

Wang Danyang seemed downcast. Normally, she would have gone over there in the morning, pinching his arms and pulling his hair. Now, she completely ignored Shen Wei and the others' jokes. She went straight to Jiang Boyu and touched his forehead. "You have a fever. Have you taken medicine?"

"I take aspirin twice a day. I don't dare take too much, for fear of irritating my stomach!" Shen Wei said.

"Does your cough produce phlegm?" Wang Danyang, who had been at the medical university for over a year, asked questions with the professionalism of a doctor.

"You brought quite a lot."

Wang Danyang pursed her lips, deep in thought. "It's definitely a bacterial infection that developed after the cold. Never mind, I'll look after him. You two can just leave the medicine on the table. You two can go study if you want!"

Duan Youzhi was overjoyed to hear this. He hurriedly said, "Senior sister, this is not only a timely help, it's like adding fuel to the fire and lighting a fire, warming the hearts of all of us working people!" He then patted Shen Wei on the shoulder, rolled up his books, and tried to slip away.

Just before leaving, Shen Wei added, "Hey, change the towel on Lao Jiang's forehead every fifteen minutes. If you run out of hot water, just use the 'electric kettle' in the left drawer."

After Shen Wei and Duan Youzhi left, Wang Danyang sat down on the edge of Jiang Boyu's bed.

Jiang Boyu lay flat on the bed with his eyes closed, breathing heavily due to a stuffy nose, and occasionally coughing violently. Wang Danyang watched him silently—watching this boy who had once moved her, hurt her, and angered her. He had once been so close to her, but after that slap, she felt he was a thousand miles away.

Recalling the incident of lending money to Jiang Boyu, Wang Danyang felt wronged. It was indeed He Jihong who told her when she gave her the money—"Don't tell Jiang Boyu it's her money," which is why she made up that lie. But even if it was a lie, it was a white lie. Why did he have to get so angry? Why did he have to break up with her? This was something Wang Danyang simply couldn't understand.

Confused, Wang Danyang looked at Jiang Boyu with a mixture of grievance and sadness. She even suspected that Jiang Boyu hadn't fallen asleep at all. He was awake the whole time; he just didn't want to talk to her. Perhaps he wasn't even bothered to tell her to "get out."

Wang Danyang knew in her heart that she still loved him deeply. She thought that as long as he could forgive her, she was willing to do anything for him—even if it meant starting all over again!

Wang Danyang's hand trembled as she reached out and touched Jiang Boyu's forehead. She suddenly felt a pang of heartache for this boy who was so vulnerable now, yet had been so cruel and resolute the night before! The day before yesterday, the instant Jiang Boyu's hand flicked across her face—she was utterly devastated, feeling despair for both Jiang Boyu and her own future and happiness!

The dormitory was eerily quiet. Wang Danyang noticed Jiang Boyu coughing and had a lot of phlegm, and considered giving him some broad-spectrum antibiotics. She rummaged through the medicines on the table; they were all antiviral and traditional Chinese medicine for clearing heat and detoxifying—the school hospital rarely prescribed anything good for students other than these!

After thinking for a moment, Wang Danyang decided to go to the pharmacy outside the school to buy some antibiotics.

There are several large pharmacies outside the medical university gate. Wang Danyang directly asked for a box of penicillin V potassium tablets. She remembered that her pharmacology teacher had mentioned that penicillin was very effective in treating diseases such as pneumonia and tonsillitis, and that its antibacterial and bactericidal abilities were very strong.

After taking the medicine, Wang Danyang quickly glanced at the instructions. It said that those allergic to penicillin should use it with caution.

Back in the dormitory, Wang Danyang poured a glass of water. After it cooled slightly, she patted Jiang Boyu, who was still lying with his eyes closed. "Boyu, you...you're not allergic to penicillin, are you?"

Jiang Boyu opened his eyes and glanced at her indifferently—perhaps he was too disoriented to even see who she was. He didn't answer her question, but mechanically took the two pills that Wang Danyang had just bought, swallowed a mouthful of water that Wang Danyang offered him, and then closed his eyes and lay back down.

Less than ten minutes later, Wang Danyang sensed something was wrong with Jiang Boyu. His breathing became increasingly rapid, his face grew paler, and then his entire body began to convulse horribly. Immediately afterward, a dense rash of purplish-red rashes appeared on his neck.

"Jiang, Jiang Boyu, what's wrong? Huh? Are you feeling unwell?" Wang Danyang was also trembling with fear.

Jiang Boyu's symptoms were worsening rapidly. His eyes rolled back, and he gasped for breath with his mouth half-open. He seemed to be having great difficulty breathing.

Wang Danyang rushed out of the dormitory. In the corridor, she screamed in a trembling, tearful voice, "Help! Help!"

"Quick! Give them oxygen! Check their blood pressure!"

"Intravenous administration of 0.1% adrenaline, 1 ml!"

"Suction! Prepare the ventilator!"

...

"Report: Blood pressure 85/66 mmHg, heart rate 120 beats per minute!"

"Alamin! Static push!"

"Add 200 mg of hydrocortisone!"

...

"Report: Blood pressure continues to drop to 70/55 mmHg, heart rate 108 beats per minute!"

"Dexamethasone 10 mg, IV push!"

"Report: Still in a deep coma! Increased breath sounds in both lungs! Respiratory rate 35 breaths per minute!"

"Report: Blood pressure continues to drop! 60/45 mmHg, heart rate 110 beats per minute!"

"IV, 0.5 ml of 1% adrenaline, continue!"

...

"Report: The spasms are worsening! Blood pressure is undetectable!"

"Prepare for CPR! Add 1 ml of norepinephrine!"

"Blood pressure undetectable, heart...heartbeat gone!"

"Report: The electrocardiogram is now a flat line!"

"Report! Pupils are dilated! No spontaneous breathing!"

...

"Stop resuscitation efforts and record the time of death!"

"Doctor, how do I record the cause of death?"

"Oral administration of penicillin caused anaphylactic shock, and the patient died despite resuscitation efforts!"

Outside the emergency room, Wang Danyang slumped onto a bench. Her eyes were vacant, and she was sobbing silently. Many of Jiang Boyu's classmates, along with Director Tang ("Four-Eyes") and teacher Liu Shuqin from the student affairs office, were anxiously waiting for news outside.

When the nurse came out and quietly announced that the patient had died despite resuscitation efforts, Wang Danyang let out a piercing scream. Then, with tears streaming down her face, she frantically shouted "No—no—," and tried to rush into the emergency room. Several of her classmates, including Shen Wei, held her tightly around the waist.

"Boyu, Boyu, no, no!" Wang Danyang's cries had turned into weak sobs! She clung to the door frame, her body sliding towards the ground!

The handcart was pushed out. A white sheet covered Jiang Boyu's entire body!

At this moment, it had been less than two hours since Shen Wei and Duan Youzhi left the dormitory!

Shen Wei could hardly believe his eyes. His good brother and classmate were now separated from him by life and death!

Surrounded by teachers and classmates, the stroller could no longer move! Shen Wei was the first to let out a wail. He collapsed onto Jiang Boyu. "Wake up, you fucking wake up, Lao Jiang... you're not dead, stop pretending you're not dead... you fucking bastard..." The corridor was instantly filled with cries!

Teacher Liu Shuqin clutched the attending physician's sleeve, sobbing uncontrollably. "Doctor, he... he's not even nineteen yet! Really? Really? Please, please think of something... you must save my student..."

Director Tang, also known as "Four-Eyes," turned his face away, took off his glasses, and wiped away his tears with a handkerchief.

Duan Youzhi clutched his hair tightly, tears streaming down his face, incoherent. "We shouldn't have left, we shouldn't have left, I'm a bastard... a bastard!"

He Jihong also rushed over.

When she saw the handcart covered by a white sheet, her schoolbag fell to the ground with a thud. She pressed her lips tightly together, her mouth twitching, and two silent tears streamed down her face. Then, step by step, she walked towards Jiang Boyu, towards Jiang Boyu who would never return… This journey wasn't long, but He Jihong would never, ever have the chance to finish it!

Heaven and earth may pass away, but this sorrow will last forever!

The handcart struggled forward. More and more people arrived after hearing the news. Qian Xiaoxia came, "O'Neill" came, and Deputy Secretary Gu also rushed over…

Time flows like water. Youth is fleeting. Stars fall in an instant, transforming into specks of dust in the world...

Winter break was approaching, and Zhou Yifeng's teaching of medical psychology this semester was also nearing its end. That day, he delivered the students' final exam papers (A and B) to the academic affairs office, and upon returning to his office, he brewed a pot of top-quality "Lion Peak Longjing" tea—since the last fright he suffered, he had given away the remaining two bags of "Biluochun." Then, he closed his eyes and continued to meditate on what Yan Hao had said when he had approached him last time.

The face of Teacher Xia in the blood, the old photo of Teacher Xia under the glass plate, and the secret in the No. 9 corpse pool—as Zhou Yifeng pieced together Yan Hao's story, the whole thing became clearer and clearer in Zhou Yifeng's mind.

Suddenly, as if remembering something, he grabbed the phone beside him and dialed the internal line for the anatomy department. "Hey, is this Lao Zheng? Help me check the file on the specimen in your No. 9 morgue."

On the other end of the phone, Zheng Dazhi thought Zhou Yifeng was absolutely right to call himself "Crazy Zhou." Not only had he made a complete mess of the anatomy lab in the middle of the night, but now he was investigating the cadaver files—he was busier than the FBI! But considering their familial ties, Zheng Dazhi didn't express his dissatisfaction. "Okay, you mean the M9967 one, right? I'll take a look! I'll sue you later!"