Chapter 954 The Drunkard Said He Went Back to His Hometown

"Beep...beep..."

The sound came to Tsing Yi's ears again and again, this anxious and long wait was simply torture for Tsing Yi who was in an impetuous mood at the moment.

He almost broke his phone several times, but he endured it all.

He waited patiently, and after the first call was automatically hung up when no one answered, he dialed a second time.

The ringtone of the mobile phone kept ringing in my ears, finally bringing the drunkard back to reality from his nightmare.

He just had a dialysis session a few hours ago, and was tortured so much that he couldn't bear to die. At this moment, his head is still muddled and his consciousness is drowsy.

Her whole body was sweating unceasingly, her legs would twitch from time to time, and she had to struggle even to breathe.

The drunkard turned his head with some difficulty, looking at the cell phone beside the pillow with a bright screen and non-stop ringing.

He stretched out his frighteningly thin hand and picked up the phone.

When he saw the word Tsing Yi, his eyes immediately wet.

No one can understand his loneliness, fear and helplessness in the hospital these days, so helpless that even if he just thinks of the word Tsing Yi, he can't help but cry.

His hand holding the phone was shaking, not only because he didn't dare to answer Tsing Yi's call, but also because of his body.

The alcoholic listened to the ringtone of the call, but shed tears helplessly, but never dared to answer it.

Finally, the phone fell silent.

He seemed to be relieved, but he couldn't resist the loss in his heart and the boundless loneliness.

In this world, it seems that there is only one left of him.

However, the phone, which had been quiet for less than ten seconds, rang again.

The drunkard's heart became tense again.

He stared at the phone screen, not knowing what to do.

In the end, he still couldn't resist thinking about Tsing Yi, he wanted to hear his voice so much.

He cleared his throat first, and then connected the phone.

He brought the phone to his ear and pointed the earpiece to his ear so as not to hear his voice clearly.

He looked towards the door from time to time, in case a guard or a doctor came in suddenly.

At this moment, he was as nervous as if he was on the operating table, and even his breathing became slightly short of breath.

"……Hey?"

When Tsing Yi was about to despair, he was stunned by the sudden voice.

He could hardly believe that the call really got through.

And when he heard the drunkard's calm "Hello", all kinds of emotions accumulated in Tsing Yi's heart almost burst out.

Tsing Yi tried hard to suppress his emotions, his hand holding the phone tightened and tightened, and finally shook directly.

He is angry, but happy at the same time.

The drunkard held his breath, quietly waiting for Tsing Yi's answer.

After a while, Tsing Yi's voice came from the receiver: "...where are you?"

Even though Tsing Yi tried his best to make his voice sound normal, people could still hear the choking and depression in his voice.

He was afraid, he was afraid that the alcoholic's phone number would never be connected, that he would never reply to his text messages, that the alcoholic would disappear so suddenly and could never be found again.

The moment he heard Tsing Yi's voice, the drunkard couldn't help laughing, and tears quickly filled his eyes.

At this moment, it seemed that no matter how powerful the disease was, he was not afraid of it anymore.

The drunkard looked at the gray ceiling, felt the coldness of the room, forced a smile, and said:

"I'm at home."

Tears slid down from the corners of his eyes, silently, just like the desperation he was trying to hide at the moment.

"Are you at home?" Tsing Yi was stunned for a moment, and after realizing it, he leaned on the wall with one hand and stood up eagerly.

"I'll go back and find you right away."

"I'm in my hometown." The drunkard's voice came again.