It must be a false alarm, Gu Shaocheng thought to himself, but as he raised his eyes, he saw Tian Buyu standing there, hesitant to speak, making himself as inconspicuous as possible.
Gu Shaocheng laughed, a reckless laugh laced with growing anxiety, "Why aren’t you speaking? I’m asking you."
Tian Buyu kept lowering his head, struggling to find words to answer the serious question. For the first ti, he was so troubled.
Gu Shaocheng waited for a while but nothing ca from Tian Buyu and his heart began to sink.
A surge of unease abruptly rose within him, his slender fingers pinched the file bag, hesitating for a mont.
A possibility gradually ford in his mind. "Could it be?"
"Sir, you... should read it yourself."
Tian Buyu’s hesitant expression only confird Gu Shaocheng’s suspicion further.
For the first ti, the thought of running away surged in his mind. A man who used to remain calm even when faced with the toughest adversities was now grappling with a small file bag.
It was like an unsolvable problem to him.
He held the file bag for a full five minutes.
Gu Shaocheng chuckled, "I don’t believe it. Today is the Lantern Festival, not April Fools’ Day. You sure are brave to tease ."
With a deadly stare at Tian Buyu, Gu Shaocheng straightened himself, berating his own bout of fear. There was nothing in this world that could truly scare him.
Tian Buyu avoided Gu Shaocheng’s gaze. The latter stared sternly at Tian Buyu, who slightly turned his head away.
His eyes were slightly moist.
Gu Shaocheng couldn’t decipher Tian Buyu’s feelings, he had to uncover the truth himself.
With his fingers trembling slightly, he slowly pulled out the dical report.
His hands moved even slower, reading each item, and by the ti he turned to that page, his face had turned pale.
The last line of the dical report, the diagnosis, blared into his view.
He stared blankly at it for a long ti, unknowingly clenching his hand into a fist, his fingertips digging deeply into his palm, but he felt no pain.
The paper rustled as it slipped from his hands.
Gu Shaocheng’s face was ashen, his eyes stormy.
Tian Buyu stole a glance at Gu Shaocheng’s face, unable to bear looking at him.
A cruel voice echoed in the quiet study, "Allen said, according to the test results, there’s an 80% chance that your previous muscular weakness was an early sign of Lou Gehrig’s disease."
After a long while, another voice erged in the study.
"What about the remaining 20%?"
A glimr of hope flashed in Gu Shaocheng’s eyes.
Looking at Tian Buyu, Tian Buyu felt a sourness in his heart.
At that mont, he didn’t even have the courage to speak.
The room fell silent again for a long ti.
Finally, he voiced his opinion, "Your symptoms are not very obvious, it’s just the early stages, so Allen can’t diagnose with absolute certainty. As you know, one examination sotis can’t be conclusive, but given the current diagnosis..."
He knew Allen well, he was always careful, unless he was 100% sure, even after a confird diagnosis, he would always leave himself a 20% room for doubt.
Tian Buyu closed his eyes. His words were cruel, he couldn’t even bear to utter this reality himself, ".... Basically, it has been confird."
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