After the young master was reborn, he was waiting to die

After waiting for more than half an hour with a nervous heart, Wen Yinuo finally heard the sound of the door opening.

Almost at the moment the door opened, Wen Yinuo went forward to greet him.

Although the boy tried hard to suppress his inner uneasiness, the faint anxiety between his brows still exposed his true mood.

He looked at Fu Jincheng, who was talking to the doctor in the examination room with a faint smile on his lips, and his inner uneasiness increased instead of decreasing.

Wen Yinuo couldn't hear clearly what Fu Jincheng and the doctor said, as much of his attention was on his own thoughts.

Why was his brother still talking to the doctor? Was it because of what he had said before? Or was his illness incurable? Wen Yinuo kept wasting time in his own thoughts.

Or, is my brother going to send him away to the hospital?

But he didn't want to be locked up, didn't want to be tied up, and didn't want to be separated from Fu Jincheng.

But what if Fu Jincheng asked him to go?

Wen Yinuo couldn't think of a good way to deal with it.

There was only one, he was absolutely sure of it.

No matter what Fu Jincheng said, he would not agree to go to the hospital.

The boy didn't notice that in more than ten seconds, Fu Jincheng had finished talking to the doctor and called him several times in a row.

After not getting an answer for several times in a row, Fu Jincheng felt a little panicked, but he did not show it.

He patiently called Wen Yinuo's name several times before finally calling him out of his own world.

"Brother?" Wen Yinuo tilted his head and looked at him with a little doubt, "Were you calling me just now?"

When Fu Jincheng heard this, he knew that he had trapped himself again.

"I'm sure he's calling you." The young man raised his hand and gently rubbed Wen Yinuo's head. "There's no one else named 'Wen Yinuo' around here."

Wen Yinuo blinked.

Indeed it is.

He lowered his eyes and thought for a moment, and finally mustered up the courage to ask his doubts:

"Brother, what did the doctor tell you?"

"Did I ask you to take me to the hospital?"

Fu Jincheng was speechless: "Why would Xiaobao think so?"

Wen Yinuo lowered his head, not knowing how to answer.

Could he say that this was the norm he had seen in the psychiatric and psychology departments of the hospital after he had been diagnosed in his previous life?

Many people always say "it's okay" on the surface, but they can't stand it after two or three months at most.

He is counting the time.

It has been almost three months since I reunited with my brother.

It was exactly around those times.

Can my brother still bear it?

Seeing that Wen Yinuo didn't say anything again, Fu Jincheng didn't force him. He pinched the boy's cheek, which had a thin layer of flesh, and answered the previous question.

"Xiaobao, Xiaobao, if the doctor knew you misunderstood him like this, he would wake up crying in the middle of the night."

Wen Yinuo looked confused: "...what?"

What does the doctor's crying have to do with him?

Fu Jincheng took the boy's hand and led him downstairs while saying:

"The doctor asked me to come in. He asked me to stay with you and not to leave you behind. Otherwise, he would call the police to arrest me."

The confusion in Wen Yinuo's eyes faded a little, and a smile dotted his eyes: "Brother, although I am younger than you, you can't really treat me like a child."

"I called the police to arrest you. Even a three-year-old wouldn't believe it."

"That's what I mean anyway." Fu Jincheng didn't have any thoughts of reflection. "It's more or less the same."

"Besides this, there is other good news. Don't you want to know, Xiaobao?"

Wen Yinuo certainly wanted to.

But along with curiosity, what came up were memories of childhood.

Fu Jincheng would always come up with various things to attract him and to tease him.

Although Fu Jincheng has not done that since their reunion, Wen Yinuo's vigilance has not dissipated.

"You can tell me if you want." Wen Yinuo was not fooled. "Brother, if you don't want to tell me, just ask the doctor next time."

Fu Jincheng was very pleased to hear the boy's temperful words.

More than three months later, he had finally raised Wen Yinuo to the point where he could vaguely resemble his former self.

Although not much, it is only limited to what is in front of me.

But at least there is.

If yes, it proves that his efforts were not in vain; if yes, it proves that the ending of the previous life can be completely rewritten.

"I just want to say it." Fu Jincheng's voice was deliberately forced, "You have to listen even if you don't want to."

Wen Yinuo pushed away the young man's hand that was rubbing his hair and glared at him angrily.

Fu Jincheng accepted all of them.

"The good news is..." Fu Jincheng stretched out his voice, "We can now change the consultation from once a week to once every two weeks."

"Of course, you still have to continue taking the medicine."

Only the dosage can be reduced.

The boy, who pretended not to care but had actually been listening with his ears perked up, suddenly had his eyes brightened.

"Really?!" Wen Yinuo's voice was full of disbelief, surprise and astonishment, "I'm fine, right?"

Ignoring the facts, Fu Jincheng wanted to answer with a "yes".

"No." The young man sighed, "It's just that the symptoms are less severe than before."

Wen Yinuo let out a lost "Oh", and the alopecia on the top of his head drooped down.

"Don't be unhappy." Fu Jincheng's voice was much brighter, "Xiaobao is already great."

"No." The boy lowered his head and kicked the stone in front of him. "I just cause trouble to you, my brother."

I was protected by my brother when I was a child, and now that I have grown up, I still need him to take care of me.

Can't help at all.

Fu Jincheng did not answer for the time being.

He took Wen Yinuo's hand, got the medicine, walked out of the hospital, and found a place with low traffic. Then he squatted in front of the boy, looked up at him seriously.

"Wen Yinuo." Fu Jincheng's voice was more serious than ever since they met again, "You are not allowed to say that about me... my brother."

Wen Yinuo curled his lips: "Why? Can't I speak for myself?"

Where did such a domineering and unreasonable person come from?

"That won't work either." Fu Jin admitted honestly, "Xiaobao told me many times when he was a child that he would always stay with me and not leave."

"Why, after only seeing you every day for three months, Xiaobao already dislikes me?"

Wen Yinuo was shocked by Fu Jincheng's words:

"Brother... don't you think there's something wrong with this?"

"What's the problem?" Fu Jincheng said as he stood up. "That's what my brother asked me to do before. What's wrong with me repeating it now?"

Wen Yinuo's eyes wandered around and fell on an early blooming osmanthus tree not far away.

The green branches and leaves are dotted with golden dots, and the fragrance can be smelled clearly even if you are several meters away from the tree.

The elegant fragrance of osmanthus made Wen Yinuo's thoughts, which had almost been led astray by Fu Jincheng, a little clearer.

"That was how many years ago?" The boy nervously pulled at his clothes. "How old was I then? How can I take a child's words seriously?"

Fu Jincheng's eyes were filled with sadness and sorrow:

"So Xiaobao really dislikes me, and is going back on his word and wants to drive me away, right?"

Wen Yinuo: ...

He didn't mean that, he was just stating a fact objectively.

After all, who would take seriously what a seven or eight-year-old child says?

Also, his eyesight is good.

Don’t think you can’t tell, the emotions on Fu Jincheng’s face are all acted!

Just teasing him!