The End

"Doctor, Wang Qi got himself wet and went out. I heard him outside," Fatty sobbed, gasping for breath. His legs had gone numb from squatting for so long, but he still struggled to go out and search. "I can't leave him alone. He did this for me."

"He's already dead," Jiang Cheng said.

"He died for me," Fatty was certain of it. "He died for me. It's all my fault for being useless! I only drag everyone down!"

"He died a long time ago." Jiang Cheng looked at him, making no move to stop him. The coldness in his tone made Fatty pause.

"Doctor," Fatty turned his head, his lips trembling. "How can you say that?"

"Am I wrong? Wang Qi died before we even got on this bus," Jiang Cheng looked at Fatty. "What can you do if you go out now? Send yourself to your death? Or do you think Wang Qi dying to save you wasn't enough, and you want me to be buried with him too?"

Fatty froze. It was the first time he'd seen the doctor so angry, not just in his tone, but in his attitude and his eyes.

A moment later, Jiang Cheng walked over and patted Fatty's shoulder. "Live on. Don't let him die in vain."

Fatty pursed his lips. A few seconds later, he nodded his big head and choked out, "I understand. I'm sorry."

"Whoa, are you two filming a drama here?" Huai Yi burst in. Seeing the scene of brotherhood almost made him explode. He had just been chased like a dog, wishing he had two more legs.

Fatty suddenly reacted, turning to look at Huai Yi, then behind him. His head twitched, and he asked, "Are you alone?"

"There are two more behind me. Do you want to