[Thanks to the exquisite cover made by the "Bright Sorrow" in the book friends group, and I would like to express my gratitude!]

"In traditional Chinese medicine, there are twelve meridians in the human body. If the meridians are congenitally blocked, it is called the meridian. It is generally divided into three, six, and nine kinds, and the condition worsens in turn. Women belong to Yin, so there are three, six, and nine yin meridians; men belong to Yang, and there are also three, six, and nine yang meridians." Yan Tu saw Yue Luo's face showing confusion and confusion, so he explained in detail, "The formation of meridians is mostly caused by congenital meridian malformations, which lead to meridian obstruction. However, your 'Xuanyin meridian' is caused by the blockage of the meridians of Xuanyin qi, not meridian malformations."

After hearing Yan Tu say so much, Yue Luo finally understood it vaguely. Seeing that he stopped, he immediately asked nervously: "Doctor Yan, is there any cure for my disease?"

If he could live, Yue Luo would certainly not want to die. He still had a lot of things he wanted to do.

Seeing Yue Luo's hopeful eyes, Yan Tu couldn't help but close his eyes, took a deep breath and said with a sigh: "It's too late. If it were five years in the morning, your disease might be cured slowly through systematic care. But now, seeing that there are four faint traces of weakness under your nine fingers in your palm, it means that the Xuanyin Qi has invaded your internal organs. This is a sign that the Xuanyin Qi is about to explode in full."

Yan Tu didn't say anything after saying this, and once again looked at Yue Luo with that kind of pity.

Although Yue Luo always had a premonition that he would not live for a long time a few years ago, when he knew that the truth was really the case, he still couldn't accept it. After all, he was just a college student in his early twenties and had not yet entered society.

His eyes stood there with a dull look on his face for a while, and he looked up again and touched Yan Tu's pity. Yue Luo couldn't help but smile bitterly and asked in a low voice: "Doctor Yan, how long can I live?"

"If you continue like this, I guess in less than two years, the Xuanyin energy in your body will explode completely, freezing your body."

After hearing Yan Tu's words, Yue Luo couldn't help but say, "That means, I will only have two years to live..."

After saying that, Yue Luo seemed to have lost his soul, his eyes were straight and he was thinking about something, but he actually forgot about Yan Tu's existence. He turned around and dragged his foot towards the dormitory.

Seeing Yue Luo's appearance, Yan Tu immediately grabbed him and shouted, "Yue Luo, even if it's only two years, you have to live well. And do you think I'm asking you out just to notify your death date?"

Yue Luo, who was originally in a state of dismay, was shocked when he heard Yan Tu's last words and showed hopeful eyes again and said, "Can you save me?"

Yan Tu shook his head and said, "I can't save you. At most, I can let you live a few more years."

After a while, Yue Luo had slightly relieved from the previous blow. Hearing Yan Tu's words, he became alert all of a sudden. Although he was not a college student who had entered society, he also knew the sinisterness of society. There were very few people who really did not repay any purpose to help others. Yan Tu told him about his illness, and now he said so, it is very likely that he wanted to make a fortune in him, a dying person.

When Yue Luo was vigilant, Yan Tu suddenly saw it and sighed, "Don't think too much, I'm just telling you a rough treatment plan. Whether you are willing to receive treatment depends on your own wishes."

"Your disease can only be treated slowly by recuperation. Time is tight now. If I have comprehensive treatment, it will probably allow you to live two to three years more. Of course, the cost of physical therapy, chemotherapy, various drug treatments and other auxiliary treatments is relatively expensive, and it costs at least 100,000 yuan a year. You can try to discuss it with your family."

After hearing Yan Tu's words, Yue Luo smiled bitterly, turned around and left.

One hundred thousand yuan a year, and only three more years of life is allowed to live, which undoubtedly makes his family throw 300,000 yuan into the water. Besides, not to mention 300,000 yuan, even 30,000 yuan, I am afraid his parents will not be able to take it out now. In this life, he cannot repay his parents' kindness for raising them, so how can he drag them down for a year of survival?

Yan Tu saw Yue Luo turn around and leave, frowned and shouted, "Yue Luo, you can't accept my treatment, but you should always listen to my suggestions, right? Maybe it will allow you to live for an additional year or two."

After hearing what Yan Tu said, Yue Luo stood still again, but did not look back.

Yan Tu didn't care and said directly: "A very important part of my treatment plan is that patients practice hypnotic qigong self-treatment. There is a martial art called "Xuanfeng Nirvana**" on the Internet. You can try to practice it, which may be helpful to you."

After hearing Yan Tu finish this, Yue Luo thought about it, then turned around and said to him, "Thank you, Dr. Yan."

Dr. Yan smiled and said, "No need to thank you. You can search all of these on the Internet. Also, if you have any questions about your condition, you can come to the hospital to find me."

"Yeah." Yue Luo nodded first, then turned toward the dormitory.

During the time when Yue Luo and Yan Tu talked, the few who were sleeping together had already returned to the dormitory. When Yue Luo returned to the dormitory, the second and third brother were playing games, the eldest brother was watching the NBA football game, and Shi Liang was washing clothes in the middle.

After turning on the computer, Yue Luo sat in his small corner, feeling blank.

After washing the clothes, Shi Liang came out and looked at Yue Luo. Seeing that Yue Luo's face was wrong, he asked, "What's wrong with you? Isn't it okay?"

Yue Luo was woken up by Shi Liang, and forced herself to laugh, saying, "It's okay, it's okay."

Yue Luo did not say anything about his terminal illness. He felt that it would not help him if he said this. Instead of letting everyone around him feel pity for him and looking at him with a strange look, it is better to think that nothing has happened and live among them as before. Perhaps, in this way, we can truly experience the fun of the remaining two years.

Yue Luo was powerless to do anything about terminal illness. In his opinion, since this is the case, there is no need to waste time and energy on something that cannot be solved. He still has two years and still has many things he has not done, so he must plan it carefully now.

What does a dying person want to do the most? That is to look at the world more. Travel is what they want to do most, and Yue Luo also has this kind of mind. However, considering that he had to hide it from his family, Yue Luo felt that traveling should be suppressed, so he should have to wait until his senior year. At that time, he said that he would go out for an internship, which was a good excuse.

If you want to travel, you need one more important thing, that is money.

Thinking of money, Yue Luo thought of the novel he was writing. He thought that now he could only save some money by writing novels. Moreover, writing his transformation trilogy is one of the things he wants to do in the rest of his time.

Alas, there is still not enough time.

After sighing, Yue Luo remembered that he promised the book friends to update the book today. When he saw that the people in the dormitory were all busy, he opened the writing document and calmed down to start writing.

Su Yue.

Su Yue, you are so happy.

While typing, Yue Luo sighed in his heart. He wrote Su Yue’s story, just like writing about his other life. It’s strange that when Su Yue was sad, Yue Luo would cry, and when Su Yue was happy, Yue Luo would cry.

It's like a heart falling into the thorns, every time it beats, it hurts.

Every breath, every inch of the skin becomes extremely sensitive.

It seemed as if everything around him disappeared, and he was sitting there. He was Su Yue. But sometimes, he was actually Yue Luo. Su Yue was out of reach. He could only envy and hate between the lines, pray and bless him in his words.

In this way, no one in the same bed noticed that Yue Luo kept typing on the keyboard. And what was also continuous was his tears.
Chapter completed!