Tomb Raider: I Became the Young Master of the Crescent Hotel

"Master, it's best to stay in the hospital for a few days. The results of the lung CT scan are not optimistic."

After working for a long time, Yin Qiumu was called outside the next day when Wuxie was still asleep.

"With our current technology, there is little hope of curing lung cancer."

With a loud bang, Yin Qiumu's legs went limp as he had been swimming in blood for half his life.

The doctor supported him: "Master, the Third Master will be fine. Who knows, there may be new technologies or folk remedies..."

Even a doctor started to advise others to use folk remedies. Yin Qiumu felt dizzy and unsettled.

"I'm fine. You guys make a preliminary plan first. Even if there's little hope, you have to treat me!"

In the end, Yin Qiumu didn't know how to get back to the ward.

He grabbed Wuxie's hand, looked at him sleeping, and burst into tears.

Lung cancer, cancer.

Why is his life so bumpy?

Wuxie, what should I do to keep you alive...

"I have one last life..."

No matter what, Wuxie cannot die!

Wuxie had a nightmare. He dreamed that he got the person he loved, but he never saw himself.

That was myself wearing a black royal robe, sitting on a high platform overlooking the entire hell.

He didn't believe in fate, and worked hard from being a nobody to stand in front of him and marry him.

But he didn't see himself.

"Mu Lin, what's so good about that Qilin? Can't you just look at me more?"

"Langya, when we were together, I didn't understand love."

"So, I promise you the position of King Fengdu."

Langya didn't have any of the dignity of the old King of Fengdu, and rubbed against him pitifully like a puppy.

"In the past, there was Mo Wen, and now there is Qilin, and there are so many people. They have all existed in your heart. What about me?"

"I'm willing to wait, but I want to ask, when will you have a place for me in your heart?"

Langya touched his face and said, "I can't compare to Qilin, who grew up with you."

"I'm not as good as Mo Wen. He's the one you like."

“Am I not as good as others?”

Mu Lin was silent for a while. Mo Wen’s death has always been a pain for him.

He didn't like Langya.

Because he knew what love felt like, he was sure that he did not love Langya.

After he lost his life and planned to start over, Qilin broke into his heart.

Silence is not Mu Lin's style, and Langya also understands his attitude.

He was handling affairs in the underworld when news came again about Mu Lin, which was that he had reincarnated again for Qilin.

Langya smiled bitterly: "Your love is vigorous and all-consuming, but it never belongs to me."

"Let me accompany you in this reincarnation."

"It's because I worry too much that others always take the lead."

Langya used all his magical powers to follow.

I would like to be controlled by fate for eternity, without a good ending, in exchange for him loving and protecting me for the rest of my life.

I envy others for having so much, and I also want to have them.

Even if I have to surrender to fate, I am willing to do so.

“Mumu…Mumu…”

Wuxie felt that he was Langya and tears flowed in his sleep.

If this is the case, then his life and current ending are worth it.

His past life?

Is he going to die? After all, he swore that he would not die peacefully.

"Wuxie! Wuxie, what's wrong with you!"

"Wuxie! Wake up! You are having a nightmare!"

Wuxie opened his eyes and saw Yin Qiaomu's face.

He smiled: "That's great, you protect me and love me in this life."

"We are childhood sweethearts, not that Qilin..."

"What nonsense are you talking about? Are you having a nightmare?"

Wu Xie took a few deep breaths and said, "A nightmare? Not really. It's a sweet dream with you."

"vomit!"

A mouthful of blood gushed out, and Yin Qiumu covered it with a towel.

"Doctor! Doctor!"

The towel in Yin Qiumu's hand soon became soaked, and the weak official really became a weak official.

There was another burst of chaos.

Yin Qiaomu sat on the floor of the hospital, leaning against the wall, staring at the blood in his palm in a daze.

Fatty Wang and others who rushed over saw this scene and thought it was all over.

"Xiao Qiao! He is so naive! He..."

"The doctor said I still have three to six months to live..."

Fatty Wang shouted in disbelief, "Impossible! How naive! How old is he? He's still a child!"

"Oh my God! What are you doing!"

"Is there anyone who can save him?! Huh?!"

Hei Xia Zi held down the frantic Wang Pang Zi and said, "If there was a way, the young master wouldn't be like this."

The young man looked towards the emergency room door worriedly. Even though he was a love rival, he didn't want anything to happen to any of them.

Yin Qiumu kept thinking of solutions, but he couldn't think of any.

The doctor came out and took off his mask.