Luggage Syndrome

Fu Lang was tired from crying, and slowly stopped sobbing, and lay on Wu Yue's shoulder dumbly.

Wu Yue patted Slowly's son on the back, and said softly:

"Are you hungry? Go take a shower and eat. Mom will apply some medicine to your hands later."

Fu Lang remained motionless, as if he hadn't heard anything.

The youth's soul seemed to be taken away by the endless tears, leaving only an empty body.

Wu Yue's heart ached, but she understood that words of comfort were so pale and powerless in the face of the shadow of death.

"Son, be strong." Wu Yue gently pushed Fu Lang away, stretched out his hand, and pressed it on his chest, "As long as you are strong, Wenxuan will always be here."

The hand on the chest was very light, but full of warm love, just like Feng Wenxuan told him, it woke him up from his confusion.

Fu Lang held his mother's hand and asked:

"Mom...how is the Tudou game today?"

"Win two games in a row and advance to tomorrow's finals. That kid Yang Yu is usually smiling like a fool, but he didn't expect the fight to be so ruthless..."

Fu Lang raised his head and showed his first smile of the day:

"That's not fighting, that's sports."

From the moment Yang Yu stepped onto the final stage, Fu Lang noticed something was wrong.

In the past, when Yang Yu came on stage, he always looked like a little leopard with a confident smile, watching his prey with great interest.

It was an arrogance unique to young people.

But today's Yang Yue, like a beast trapped in a cage, glared fiercely at his opponent with those red eyes.

His opponent was a short seventeen or eighteen-year-old youth, his naked upper body generously revealing his plump muscles, it was a mature and masculine male body.

In contrast, although Yang Yue is tall and has some muscular body, he still has a slightly youthful body.

However, after the bell rang, Yang Yue was like an angry beast, aggressively attacking first.

Under the suppression of technology and momentum, the young man who was physically superior fell into a disadvantage.

The desperate attack lasted for three full rounds, and then gradually weakened as Yang Yue's physical strength was exhausted.

The young man who was pressed for three rounds finally got a chance to breathe and started to fight back.

But even though Yang Yue was already at the end of his strength, his aura did not diminish at all. Although he was beaten blindly, the scoring position was perfectly protected, and the young man couldn't help him.

With only one minute left in the game, the young man became obviously impatient.Suddenly, the young man punched Yang Yu in the face. Taking advantage of the moment when he raised his glove to cover it, he turned around suddenly, kicked Yang Yu's neck from the blind spot of his sight.

The neck was originally a forbidden part in kickboxing competitions, but the young man's turn and swing kick was caught off guard, and Yang Yue was about to be hit by the time he realized it.

If Yang Yue's physical strength hadn't been squandered in the first three rounds, he could have taken this kick, and even hugged the opponent's leg and threw him to the ground instead.

However, Yang Yu was already exhausted, and he barely managed to take a small step back in time. His upper body was slightly tilted back, and the fatal injury to his neck was barely avoided, and that kick that spared no effort landed heavily on his left shoulder.

Through the screen, Fu Lang could hear the muffled sound of Yang Yu being kicked and fell to the ground.

Yang Yufu lay on the ground, motionless.

The referee hesitated for a moment, then half-kneeled beside him, and slapped the floor to count the seconds for Yang Yue.

Yang Yue's coach shouted at the referee's seat to protest the opponent's foul, but the referee turned a deaf ear and counted the seconds firmly.

The medical staff were already waiting on the sidelines, rushing forward just waiting for the countdown to end.

But Yang Yue moved.

At the eighth second, he stretched out his right hand, supported his upper body with difficulty, and slowly stood up.

The skin on his left collarbone was dark red, but he acted as if nothing had happened, still putting on a standard defensive posture.

But anyone with a discerning eye can see that his left hand has completely lost strength, and the opponent spared no effort to attack his left half of the body.

Yang Yu was on the verge of falling, his eyes were blurred by the pain, but he stood tenaciously on the stage.

There was a burst of applause from the audience.

But Fu Lang on the other side of the TV could clearly see that what Yang Yu's red eyes revealed was not the desire for victory, but the persistence in despair and the heartbroken sadness.

The referee held Yang Yu's right hand and raised it high, announcing his victory, the audience applauded thunderously for a long time.

However, Yang Yue fell straight.

It was already a week after Fu Lang saw Yang Yu again.

Yang Yu lost a lot of weight, his face was haggard, and his naked upper body was covered with layers of bandages.

He lay quietly on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.

"The doctor said that he had a comminuted fracture of the left clavicle, and the fracture fragments were displaced. Several small blood vessels were cut and almost injured the main artery. The situation at that time was really dangerous. The doctor said that the operation was successful, but because of the seriousness of the injury , had to stay in bed for three months, and the recovery of function after that would depend on the healing process... I didn't expect that he had already broken a bone on the stage, and he was still standing there being beaten, how painful it would be..."

Yang Yu's mother, Yu Qing, wiped away her tears, dragged Fu Lang to a corner of the room, and said in a low voice:

"Xiao Lang, thank you for coming to see him in City B. I heard about Wenxuan from your mother, but... I always feel that Xiao Yue may have known about it a long time ago. He has been like this since he woke up after the operation. It looks like I shouldn't say anything to him these days, and I don't ask about my injuries. He and Wenxuan are so close, and what happened to Wenxuan has hit him hard enough, and now he has suffered such a serious injury... I, I'm really afraid that he will be upset, can you accompany him for me?"

Fu Lang nodded and patted her on the shoulder.

Yu Qing sniffed and went out to buy food.

There was a dead silence in the single room.

Fu Lang stood at the head of Yang Yu's bed, looked down at him quietly for a while, and suddenly said:

"Wenxuan went to the funeral yesterday."

Yang Yu's empty eyes suddenly widened, he turned his head, and finally met Fu Lang's gaze.

The two teenagers saw the same sadness in each other's eyes.

The pain suppressed in the bottom of my heart finally found an outlet in front of a familiar friend.

It was Fu Lang who cried first.

Fu Lang knelt down beside Yang Yu's bed, leaning on his uninjured chest, choked up and said:

"I'm sorry... Potato... I'm sorry... I'm too useless... I, I couldn't save him..."

Yang Yu held his head up stubbornly, but suddenly caught a glimpse of the golden belt on the bedside, and finally couldn't bear it anymore, and cried bitterly.

"He said that if I, I win the championship, he will skip make-up classes during the summer vacation, and take me, and travel..."

Most of Yang Yu's body was unable to move, and the only movable right hand was pressed under him by Fu Lang. He could only let the uncontrollable tears flow down his face in embarrassment, and growled angrily:

"Liar... you all lied to me..."

After crying bitterly, Yang Yu lay on the bed exhaustedly, with his right hand resting on his face, pressing the wet towel that Fu Lang had randomly covered his face, covering his red and swollen eyes, and asked softly:

"Is he walking, is it painful?"

"Very... peaceful."

Fu Lang's words disturbed Yang Yu's breath again, but he heard Fu Lang say again:

"He finally... asked me to take care of you for him... Tudou, you must be good..."

Yang Yu pressed the towel firmly with his hands, and covered his mouth tightly, not letting himself make any more sound.

The bandage-wrapped chest heaved violently, oozing blood spots.

"Later, I made up my mind that no matter what, I want to study medicine, and I want to study medicine in the best school. Even if I can only be a nurse, I want to study medicine."

Fu Lang buried his head on the side of Liang Yicheng's neck, took a deep breath, his eyes gradually became confused:

"But I found that when I studied medicine, I saved only myself."