Chapter 2994: 2795 Handsome Guy

As Principal He left, the students burst into complete joy.

But under the teachers' suppression, these emotions came and went quickly, leaving only a few ripples spreading back and forth in an instant.

After evening self-study ended, a few girls walked back to the dorm together.

"Xiao Yun, why didn't you go look? There's a handsome young guy!" One girl, still unable to forget Su Yun's stunning looks, shared all this with her best friend, eyes full of stars.

"I saw it, it's pretty good." The girl named Xiao Yun said softly.

"Don't always study all the time, you'll turn into a bookworm."

"No, I just want to find him and quietly look at him alone for a few minutes." Xiao Yun said seriously, "I don't want to watch with you guys."

"Turns out you're the most infatuated!"

Several girls laughed all the way back to the dorm.

After washing up, Xiao Yun lay under the covers with the lights off, burying her head to block the phone's light so the dorm‑checking teacher wouldn't notice.

The photo of the handsome doctor from 912 downloaded from his files was perfectly saved in the phone's storage; Xiao Yun pulled it up and gazed at it lovingly.

She was looking at a photo Su Yun had submitted when he came to Hai Cheng—an ordinary ID photo with a blue background.

No matter how ordinary, as long as the person in it was handsome enough, it was enough. It seemed the light under the blanket came not from the phone screen but from that person in the ID photo.

He's a doctor, so when I took the college entrance exam I should have applied to medical school. But 912 seems to be a military hospital, and I heard that doctors doing their internships have to go to its affiliated school.

Thinking this through, Xiao Yun began searching for which school she should apply to in order to do her clinical internship at 912.

Or… he seems to have already become a professor—such a young professor, really impressive. And if he's already a professor, he should be able to take on graduate students.

After randomly searching for an hour or two, her eyes were full of little stars, but Xiao Yun still didn't feel tired.

He really is a handsome young guy, especially that mischievous smile that makes your heart race faster and faster.

Just like that, the phone lay on her chest, warm. She didn't know if it was her skin blushing and heating up or the phone overheating from being looked at too long, and Xiao Yun fell asleep without realizing it.

These days, her longing turned into motivation, as if getting into the military medical university wasn't easy. Xiao Yun burst forth with unparalleled enthusiasm and threw herself into her studies.

But heaven seemed to be joking—though she was passionate about life and had planned her path for the next ten years, ready to follow it resolutely, Xiao Yun soon encountered some kind of malice.

While taking a shower, she accidentally felt a hard lump on the right side of her abdominal wall.

Xiao Yun had little fat on her abdominal wall, so the hard lump felt especially distinct. It didn't hurt, but it was very hard…

Standing under the showerhead, Xiao Yun went blank. Is this a tumor? She was already a high school student, three or four years older than the junior high students who had suffered food poisoning, and she often heard her parents chat or browsed the internet, picking up bits of knowledge about tumors.

Blooming‑age girl……tumor……chemotherapy……hair shaved off……

This series of words appeared in Xiao Yun's mind—it's a plot that often shows up in old Korean dramas, and she blankly thought about all of this.

I had just worked out a ten‑year plan—how could it end right at the start?

She couldn't explain this problem; in Xiao Yun's outline and plan, it should be one year of senior high, five years of undergraduate, and after six and a half years she could become Professor Su's graduate student.

By then they'd see each other every day, and she could look at him for as long as she wanted.

But she had a tumor……this news hit her like a bolt from the blue, leaving Xiao Yun standing dumbfounded under the shower and bursting into tears.

After she cried herself out, she wiped away her tears.

The younger you are, the more malignant a tumor tends to be, and she feared she wouldn't make it. Xiao Yun deeply knew this—she would surely face endless surgery and chemotherapy, and by then she'd be disfigured; how could she ever meet that handsome Professor Su?

She had to go now! She had to show him her brightest, gentlest, cutest side—even if it was the last one she'd ever show.

This thought welled up from her heart and became impossible to suppress.

Xiao Yun tried to steady her emotions; the school didn't allow makeup, so she could only use cosmetics during holidays. But that didn't matter—her natural beauty was exactly the advantage of a youthful, vibrant girl.

"Lei, I need to take leave to go to the hospital." Xiao Yun said calmly after her shower.

"Looks like you need a parent to accompany you." Lei asked puzzled, "What's wrong?"

"I have a tumor—feel it."

"……"

"Don't tell my parents or the teachers; I'll climb over the wall and you just tell the teacher for me."

"The teacher won't give me leave…"

"I'm going to die anyway, I'm not scared." Xiao Yun forced a smile and said firmly in a low voice.

Her classmates urged her for a long time, but nothing could stop Xiao Yun's idea of going to 912 to see that handsome young guy.

Life really is full of regrets; even if you're young and reckless, you have to summon courage. There are already plenty of regrets, and this matter absolutely must not leave any more.

Sneaking out of school, Xiao Yun took the bus to 912.

According to the doctor photos on 912's official website, that doctor surnamed Su should be from the Intervention Department. Xiao Yun didn't know what Intervention was; she'd read about the Nobel Prize connection, but she had no idea what TIPS surgery was.

She buried her sadness deep inside and let her face bloom with a smile as bright as a freshly opened flower.

She had to leave her best side in that young guy's heart—she absolutely could not cry!

Arriving at 912, she saw a sea of patients and their families, and Xiao Yun felt lost. But her conviction was firm; she sweetly asked her way around and finally, after half an hour, found the Intervention Department in the grand inpatient wing of 912.

It was already past 3 p. m.; the department hallway was full of patients' families coming and going, doctors in white coats coming and going, nurses coming and going. Was this where that handsome young guy worked?

If she weren't sick, wouldn't she be rushing back and forth like that in a few years?

Just thinking about illness made Xiao Yun's sorrow well up from her heart; tears swelled in her eyes and then fell one by one.

She didn't want to cry; she just wanted to bravely find that young guy and tell him she was ill, so she couldn't be his student anymore…

But that sorrow couldn't be held back; tears surged forth.

Xiao Yun unknowingly crouched on the ground, burying her head in her legs, grieving silently.

"Who's family are you? Why are you crying outside?" a honest voice called out.

"Boss, you're too nosy." Immediately, another "familiar" voice fell into my ears, like a rhythmic tone.