Yanjing People's Hospital, this is where Fu Zhe is hospitalized, and Zhang Kun only knows this, but he doesn't know which ward is specific.

But this is not a problem for Zhang Kun, just ask at the nurse's station.

Of course, it is definitely not OK to ask the name Fu Zhe, but Wang Qiang is fine.

Fu Zhe is a stage name, and Wang Qiang is written on his ID card.

After asking about Fu Zhe's ward, Zhang Kun went straight to the inpatient department behind the hospital, in the Oncology Department Building. Fu Zhe was in the intensive care unit, on the seventh floor.

Zhang Kun took the elevator to the seventh floor, then carried the fruit basket and searched along the corridor according to the door number.

The fruit basket is a kind of hardcover fruit basket. To be honest, Zhang Kun doesn’t know much about what fruits should be bought when visiting patients, and he doesn’t know what Fuzhe likes to eat, so he simply bought the fruit basket.

In the small fruit basket, there are apples, bananas, oranges, dragon fruits, longans, and there are a little bit of everything. Although there are not many, there are always one or two things that Fuzhe likes to eat.

He searched along the corridor, and then Zhang Kun's eyes lit up and he found it.

Ward 716, Oncology Department Building.

From a distance, the door was closed, but just as Zhang Kun was about to walk over, a beautiful figure suddenly appeared at the door of the ward, opened the door and walked in.

Looking at the slightly familiar side face, Zhang Kun paused there slightly. After thinking about it, he stopped and looked at the door that had not been closed after opening.

It was Fu Zhe who was lying on the white hospital bed. After a few days of not seeing him, Fu Zhe looked much thinner. Although he did not have bones, he had obviously lost a lot. He closed his eyes and lay on the bed to rest.

In the air beside the hospital bed, a translucent figure floated silently. Zhuo Shi was indeed waiting by Fu Zhe.

As if he heard the sound of the door opening, the toilet door in the ward opened. A middle-aged woman in her forties and holding a wet towel in her hand walked out and looked at the woman with a strange look.

"Miss, who are you looking for?" the woman asked.

Hearing the woman's words, Fu Zhe, who had been closing his eyes on the hospital bed, opened his eyes and happened to see the girl at the door. Fu Zhe's pale lips opened, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't speak.

However, Fu Zhe turned his head and whispered to the middle-aged woman next to him: "Ma Zhang, this is my friend."

After saying that, Fu Zhe turned his head and looked at the girl at the door: "Sit down."

As he said that, he signaled the stool resting beside the bed.

After getting Fu Zhe, Zhang Ma hurriedly took the fruit held in the girl's hand and put it on the bedside table next to her. She picked a few from it and took them into the bathroom to clean it.

The girl nodded and smiled at Zhang Mama, and then sat silently on the stool that Fu Zhe pointed at.

Ma Zhang washed a few apples and put them on the bedside table in a fruit tray. At this time, Fu Zhe suddenly said, "Ma Zhang, I'm a little hungry and want to drink some rice porridge. Please help me buy some back. By the way, I want the Hutchison who is on the west side of the hospital, which tastes better there."

After hearing Fu Zhe's words, Zhang's mother was slightly stunned, but soon came to her senses, looked at Fu Zhe, and then looked at the girl who had just sat down, and nodded with a smile.

"Oh, I'll buy it now. Miss, please help me take care of Mr. Wang, I'll be back soon."

As he said that, Zhang's mother smiled and nodded to the girl, then left the ward.

When Zhang Ma came out, she brought the door with her, but she didn't close her to death, leaving a gap about two fingers wide.

When leaving, Zhang Ma looked at Zhang Kun, who was facing the wall opposite the ward, but she didn't care much, so she walked towards the elevator and looked for Hutchison rice porridge, who didn't know whether she was there or not.

In the ward, after Zhang Ma left, only Fu Zhe and the Girl were left.

The girl looked at Fu Zhe on the hospital bed silently, turned to look at a fruit knife on the bedside table next to her, and the girl whispered: "I'll help you peel an apple and eat it."

Fu Zhe seemed a little stunned. He suddenly came to his senses when he heard the girl's words, and hurriedly shook his head and said, "No, no, you just came, let's take a rest first."

The girl smiled and said, "It's okay, aren't you hungry?"

Fu Zhe opened his mouth: "I...I can't finish one."

"It counts as much as you eat. I'll eat the rest, and it won't be wasted." As he said that, the girl took up the fruit knife on the nightstand without waiting for Fu Zhe to reply, then chose an apple, and cut the circles bit by bit.

The room fell silent again, leaving only the rustling sound of fruit knife cutting the peel.

"I didn't go to the day of your concert. I had already bought the tickets, but then I suddenly had something to do and couldn't leave anymore. Sorry. But the new song you sang at the concert was downloaded online and I listened to it very well." The girl with her head down and peeling an apple suddenly said softly.

"Thank you!" Fu Zhe thanked in a low voice.

The room became silent again and again. After a while, Fu Zhe seemed to have the courage to look at the girl and said, "Actually, it's something you don't use."

The girl was slightly stunned, even the fruit knife with an apple in her hand paused, raised her head and looked at Fu Zhe, as if she was thinking about something. After a while, a smile seemed to appear on her face and said softly: "Although we were unable to become lovers, at least we are still friends, aren't we? I came today, just as a friend, visiting a hospitalized friend, that's all."

Listening to the girl's words, Fu Zhe fell silent again.

The girl smiled, then lowered her head and continued to peel the apple.

"I have read the story of the blind man and the girl, it's very touching. Fu Zhe, can I ask you a question?"

Fu Zhe looked up at the girl.

"Do you reject me, or you reject all the girls who love you because of her?"

Fu Zhe was silent, looked at the girl, and finally nodded slightly: "Yes."

"Can you tell me her name?"

Fu Zhe looked at the girl, thought for a while, and then spit out two words: "Zhuo Shi!"

"Excellent style? Poetry and picturesque? A good name, so beautiful, people must be more beautiful."

Fu Zhe smiled bitterly: "I don't know, I have never seen what she looks like."

"But, in my heart, she is the most beautiful angel in the world." Fu Zhe was very sure.

"Yeah!" The girl responded silently, and continued to peel the apple in her hand.

...

"By the way, who was that aunt just now? I never heard you talk about it before."

"It was the caregiver I hired for me in the company."

"oh."

...

"Fuzhe."

"Um?"

"Let that aunt go back, let me take care of you in the future."

Fu Zhe was silent.

"You don't have to do that."

"Don't think too much, I'm just taking care of you as a friend. If you have her in this life, we can't be lovers, so let me accompany you on your last journey as a friend."

Fu Zhe was silent and did not speak.

After peeling the last slime of fruit peel on the apple, the girl raised her head and looked at Fuzhe, with a smile on her face: "Let me also let the love I send me to go through the last journey."

...
Chapter completed!