Rain fell incessantly, and dark gray clouds shrouded the sky, oppressive and stifling.
Outside the psychiatric consultation room.
Fu Hanchuan sat quietly on a waiting chair outside the door, holding the compiled examination report.
Occasionally, he looked up at the tightly closed door before him, but most of the time, he stared blankly at the long list of illnesses on the report in his hands.
Gastric ulcers, duodenal ulcers, weakened immunity, chronic pneumonia, lumbar spine damage following lower back trauma, lumbar vertebral misalignment, abdominal nerve damage, multiple injuries to the abdominal organs, old injuries to the leg bones, impaired cardiopulmonary function, chronic anemia.
Perhaps because it was a weekday and students and office workers had little time to spare, there were few people outside the psychiatric department, and the corridor was particularly quiet.
There were only the footsteps of the occasional passing nurse and rain tapping against the windowpanes; heavy, strained breathing sounded especially distinct in the corridor.
About two hours later, a clear female voice came from the consultation room. "The family member can come in now."
Fu Hanchuan stood up immediately, his gaze urgently searching for Wen Yanyu the moment he pushed the door open.
Wen Yanyu sat at the edge of the sofa, his hands clasped on his knees. His face was utterly bloodless, and a sickly exhaustion hung over him, lifeless and dull.
He heard the movement; perhaps four consecutive days of examinations had simply left him too tired.
Wen Yanyu listlessly raised his head to glance at him. After that single glance, his head soon drooped again, drained of strength.
Fu Hanchuan's brows drew together in heartache, and he walked over to sit beside Wen Yanyu.
He took his hand naturally.
"Are you cold?"
Wen Yanyu shook his head lightly.
Yet his hands were frighteningly