Quick time travel: The system wants me to save the sick girl

Since their last confession was rejected again, Lu Yan and Song Bo's relationship seemed like ordinary friends.

But Lu Yan knew that was impossible.

On this day, the two of them walked together as usual. Suddenly, Song Bo's cell phone rang, and his face became a little solemn after he answered the phone.

"There's something going on at the hospital, I have to leave first." Song Bo hung up the phone and looked at Lu Yan apologetically.

"Is it important? I can accompany you." Lu Yan asked with concern.

"No, I can handle it myself." Song Bo shook his head, turned and left, "Go back first."

Looking at Song Bo's leaving figure, Lu Yan felt a sense of loss in his heart. He wanted to know what happened to Song Bo in the hospital and why he didn't want to tell him.

Lu Yan hesitated for a moment, but decided to follow. He followed Song Bo silently, keeping a certain distance.

Seeing Song Bo walk into a hospital, Lu Yan waited outside for a while before following him in. The last time he came to the hospital, he didn't see anyone in the ward.

He saw Song Bo stop at the door of the ward and looked in through the glass on the door. He stared at the door for a while before walking in.

Song Bo looked at the door for a long time before walking in.

Lu Yan walked to where Song Bo was standing just now. From what Song Bo had just looked at, he saw a strange man lying on the hospital bed.

'Is this Song Bo's father? Lu Yan looked over.

The man on the hospital bed was already very thin and out of shape. At this moment, the man on the bed coughed a few times, and Song Bo quickly stepped forward and patted his back gently.

When Lu Yan saw this scene, he couldn't help but feel moved in his heart.

Song Bo is rare to have such a gentle side.

After a while, Song Bo walked out of the ward with a trace of exhaustion on his face.

At this time, Lu Yan didn't care whether he had followed him secretly or not. He hurried forward and asked with concern: "How is it? Uncle, is he okay?"

"Why are you here?" Song Bo looked up at him.

"I'm worried. I probably guessed it when I heard you came to the hospital, so I followed you here secretly." Lu Yan looked at the person in front of him.

Song Bo shook his head slightly, with a rare fragile look in his eyes: "The situation is not optimistic. The doctor said...he doesn't have much time." After saying that, his eyes turned red.

Lu Yan patted Song Bo on the shoulder and comforted him: "Don't be too sad, we will always be with you. If you need help with anything, just ask."

Song Bo glanced at Lu Yan gratefully: "Thank you, Lu Yan. However, I want to take responsibility for this matter myself." Looking at Song Bo's strong back, Lu Yan secretly made up his mind that he would accompany him.

There was a hint of sadness and helplessness in Song Bo's eyes, and Lu Yan's heart tightened, as he seemed to understand something.

'It seems that my uncle's condition is very bad. Lu Yan thought to himself and looked in the direction Song Bo was leaving.

Song Bo went to the doctor to understand the situation, and Lu Yan sat in the ward waiting for him. The person on the bed was sleeping quietly.

Lu Yan sat quietly beside the hospital bed, thinking about what he could do for Song Bo.

He noticed some photo frames on the bedside table, which contained photos of Song Bo and his father. Song Bo smiles brightly in the photo, but now he is burdened with heavy pressure.

After a while, Song Bo returned to the ward. Lu Yan stood up and said softly, "Are you okay?"

Song Bo moved slightly, with a trace of gratitude flashing in his eyes, but he still shook his head, "He has been lying down for too long, and I can't see him awake almost every time I come here."

"I want to stay with him for a few days." Song Bo's voice was firm.

Lu Yan held his shoulders: "You are not alone. We can spend time together. I will stay with you."

At this time, the person on the hospital bed made a faint sound. Song Bo hurriedly walked to the bed and lowered his head to listen.

The patient's vision was blurred, but he still managed to identify Song Bo's figure.

"Xiaobo...you're here..." The patient's voice seemed to be squeezed out from the depths of his throat, filled with endless fatigue and weakness. Every word seems to have been exhausted, making people feel pity when listening to it.

Song Bo's face instantly became as pale as paper, and his eyes were filled with tears. He tried not to cry out, but his trembling lips and slightly twitching jaw betrayed the pain in his heart.

Lu Yan stood quietly aside, silently watching everything in front of him.

He could feel the unspeakable grief in Song Bo's heart, and knew that any words would be redundant at this moment. So, he slowly stepped back, leaving this space to the father and son.

When Lu Yan gently opened the door, a cold wind blew in his face, making him shiver.

He took a deep breath and tried to calm down.

However, when he thought that the once strong and energetic man on the hospital bed was now so haggard and tortured by illness, his heart felt as heavy as a huge boulder.

It's like the way I used to go through countless births, old age, sickness and death, and then lay in bed.

After walking out of the ward, Lu Yan leaned against the wall and closed his eyes.

He knew that the next time belonged to Songbo and his father, and they needed to accompany each other to get through this difficult time together.

Lu Yan found a chair in the corridor and sat down. He took out his mobile phone and sent a message to Song Bo: "I'll wait for you outside." Then he put away his mobile phone and stared out the window quietly.

He was not sure when the other party would be able to calm down, and he was afraid that the other party would be hungry, so he went out to buy some food and came back, then sat in the hospital corridor and waited for him to come out.

Time passed by, and finally, Song Bo walked out of the ward. His eyes were red and swollen, and he had obviously just cried. Lu Yan stood up, walked up to him, and gently patted Song Bo on the shoulder.

"Uncle..." Lu Yan stopped talking.

Song Bo raised his head, looked at Lu Yan, and forced a smile: "With me accompanying him, he walked peacefully."

Lu Yan felt sad. He knew that Song Bo must be heartbroken at this moment.

"What are your plans next?" Lu Yan asked.

Song Bo took a deep breath: "I want to send him off for the last time. Then, I will continue to live strong."

Lu Yan nodded: "I will always be by your side."

Lu Yan looked at him, and finally couldn't help but reached out and hugged him, "It's okay, I will always be with you."

"Yeah." This is what you said yourself.

Song Bo hugged him back, his entire body weight almost resting on Lu Yan. Lu Yan patted his back, "Are you hungry? I bought some food, let's take a few bites first."

"Give yourself a few minutes to buffer and fill your stomach before you can prepare for your uncle's funeral, right?"

Song Bo replied dully, "Yeah."