When she returned home that afternoon, she received a message that her father had been diagnosed with a terminal illness and had been booked at the best hospital in the United States. The Western doctors there said he had at most three years to live, while in China he would only have one year.
So she is at the airport right now.
"What's wrong? Did someone bully you?"
Yang Feng frowned immediately, noticing that Han Shilan's voice sounded strange, with a faint hint of crying.
"No, I just have a slight cold."
On the other end, Han Shilan's tears fell slowly like pearls from a broken string.
"Take care of yourself and drink more hot water."
Yang Feng thought for a moment and then spoke.
"Okay, sure—"
Han Shilan nodded vigorously, her heart aching as if being torn apart, and then continued:
"Yang Feng, if, I mean if, I'm not by your side anymore, could you find a girl who isn't as pretty as me? I'm afraid... I'm afraid you'll forget me."
After saying that, she put the phone away and burst into tears, sobbing uncontrollably.
Upon hearing this, Yang Feng frowned even more deeply, and then spoke:
"There are no 'what ifs.' If you weren't by my side, I really wouldn't know what to do, because I only love you—"
some people.
Once it catches the eye and touches the heart.
That is forever!
"Miss, our plane has arrived. It's time to board."
Uncle Jiang, dragging two suitcases, said to Han Shilan.
"Okay, Uncle Jiang, I'll be right there."
Han Shilan put the phone away, wiped the tears from her cheeks, and said with her back to him.
Uncle Jiang sighed slightly. They were originally a happy family, but misfortune befell them.
Mayor Han is a good official, but unfortunately he has fallen seriously ill.
"I'm going to sleep now, goodnight."
Han Shilan managed to say "goodnight" on the other end of the phone, but little did she know how much pain she was in.
"Okay, goodnight to you too, see you tomorrow..."
Before Yang Feng could finish speaking, the phone call was disconnected.
...
The next morning, Yang Feng lay in bed, slightly opening his eyes. Facing the dazzling sunlight, he felt warm and content.
I lack nothing, except for you by my side.
Yang Feng got up quickly, washed up, and went to the small living room. The college entrance examination was over, so his younger sister naturally had to go back to school.
I went out onto the street, bought a sunny breakfast, and ate it while looking at the music festival invitation in my hand.
The location is the music academy at Kyoto Station, which is very close to the expo center.
As Yang Feng walked along the road, a sudden inspiration struck him, and he checked his system inventory.
There are already eighteen universal scrolls.
"Starlight, I want to participate in the lottery."
"Okay, spend ten scrolls to start the lottery," Starlight said lazily.
As soon as he finished speaking, a huge virtual roulette wheel appeared in Yang Feng's eyes, with a golden pointer moving rapidly.
Finally, it stopped at the special type.
"Ding, you have gained experience points."
Yang Feng asked, somewhat puzzled, "Starlight, why do we need ten scrolls for one draw? That's a rip-off."
“I don’t understand, it’s a system rule,” Starlight replied.
"Hehe." Yang Feng was speechless. He added the experience points to his medical skills and successfully upgraded them to the master level.
Suddenly, a flood of medical knowledge rushed into Yang Feng's mind, and he felt a throbbing pain in his head. He took a moment to recover.
"I didn't expect there to be such a big difference in medical skills between each level. If I reached the level of a divine doctor, wouldn't I be able to cure all the diseases in the world? I wouldn't even need to reach the level of a divine doctor."
Yang Feng was filled with emotion as he walked slowly along the road.
About half an hour later, Yang Feng arrived at the entrance of the music academy. Looking at the massive building in front of him, he saw the traditional Chinese calligraphy on the plaque.
Elegant and weathered.
These two words immediately came to Yang Feng's mind. Lost in his admiration, he was suddenly interrupted by a pleasant voice.
"Yang Feng?"