Surprise! Whose little green tea is 1.9 meters tall?

Song Xulin was taken care of since he was a child, and he never thought that one day he would become both a grandson and a father, running back and forth between two wards!

"Sister Xi, if you ask me, it would be much better to just put the old man and Chi Qinghe in the same ward, so I don't have to run around like a rabbit."

Shen Xi took off the towel on Chi Qinghe's forehead and replaced it with a new one. Seeing the little kid lying in a "big" shape on the sofa, he burst out laughing.

"Thank you for your hard work, Xiao Song. Whatever you want to eat for lunch, just order. Sister will treat you!"

“Braised pork…”

Song Xulin had just named one dish when his eyes involuntarily looked towards the hospital bed. Seeing that the boy's eyes were closed and there was still no sign of consciousness, he suddenly felt deflated.

"It's too greasy. Let's have porridge. I'm so thirsty."

Shen Xi smiled, but didn't expose her. He took the coat from the back of the chair and put it on. Before leaving, he reminded her, "The IV drip is running low. Remember to ask the nurse to change it."

Song Xulin waved his hands in boredom, "Got it."

When the footsteps faded away, Song Xulin changed his depressed attitude, jumped up from the sofa, and walked to the bedside in two steps.

He first tentatively poked the boy's cheek, and when he saw no response, he removed the wet towel from his forehead and took his temperature with the back of his hand.

It seems to have dropped a little.

Then he picked up the thermometer on the table and measured the temperature of the cochlea.

38.6°C.

It dropped by 0.4°C.

"It's good to be alive, it's good to be alive..."

In the huge VIP ward, no one except Chi Qinghe could hear Song Xulin's muttering.

He didn't know who he was reading it to or what he wanted to emphasize. He repeated these four simple words countless times, as persistently as a fool.

When Chi Qinghe regained consciousness, he felt something extremely noisy and a hand was touching his face.

Song Xulin?

Probably.

He still retained some memories before he fell into a coma. He remembered that the man seemed to be frightened again, his face was paler than the wall, and he ran downstairs holding him.

Several porcelain bottles were smashed along the way.

Clink-dang-clang.

Well, just as noisy as he is now.

"Why is it still 38.6°C? If it keeps getting any hotter, I'll become a fool."

Song Xulin sat beside the hospital bed, looking at the numbers on the thermometer and scratching his head in annoyance.

"It would be so embarrassing if others knew I had a stupid brother..."

As she spoke, she inadvertently caught a glimpse of the boy's long eyelashes, looked at the silhouette in front of her, pursed her lips, and added slowly.

"Even a vase is not acceptable. It would lower my status...except for the obedient vase."

He was too late to realize the shame and anger. By the time he came to his senses, his earlobes had already turned as red as New Year's lanterns. He dared not look at Chi Qinghe again.

Chi Qinghe: "..."

Fortunately, Chi Qinghe couldn't get up, otherwise he would have to punch this imaginary monster.

Song Xulin was also slow and dull, his throat was smoking from the thirst, and he kept whispering "water".

But he didn't hear anything. His eyes were wide open, staring at the medicine at the end of the bottle, as if the other party was his enemy.

At this moment, the little finger was suddenly tickled lightly.

"Ok?"

Song Xulin finally took his eyes off the IV bottle that was almost empty.

Noticing the boy's lips moving, he stood up excitedly and knocked over the chair.

"Awake? Are you awake? Chi Qinghe!"

"Water..." Chi Qinghe kept repeating.

"what?"

Song Xulin moved closer and listened for a long time before coming up with a vague answer.

"Water? Are you thirsty?"

"……Um."

"Hey! Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

Chi Qinghe: "..."

Even after arriving at the hospital, he still had to fend for himself.

Song Xulin was in a hurry to go out in the morning, so he was still wearing pajamas, but after spending more than 200,000 yuan in cash, he looked flimsy, but in fact he was warm and comfortable.

He folded his sleeves three times to make sure they would not fall off, then rubbed his hands, bent down and hugged Chi Qinghe's back, supported his head with his other hand, and slowly lifted him up from the bed.

The water had been kept warm in the thermos, and when Chi Qinghe drank it, the temperature was just right.

Song Xulin sat sideways on the bed, half-hugging Chi Qinghe with his right hand, and raising the water cup with his left hand, very slowly to prevent Chi Qinghe from choking if he drank too quickly.

Every movement he made was cautious and proper, in stark contrast to his rebellious appearance.

Chi Qinghe half-closed his eyes, looking in a daze at the person in front of him who was wiping the corner of his mouth with a tissue.

After a while, he spoke hoarsely.

"Thank you."

"What's the big deal? We're all brothers."

Song Xulin shrugged, not mentioning at all what happened ten minutes ago when he disliked Chi Qinghe and turned into a fool.

"By the way, Uncle Chi is still on the plane. I didn't know you had a fever..."

"Don't tell him."

Seeing Song Xulin took another glass of water to continue feeding him, Chi Qinghe turned his head away and repeated in a hoarse voice.

"Lao Chi will be worried, don't tell him."

"Well, that's up to you. But after you're discharged this afternoon, you'll have to listen to me in everything."

Chi Qinghe was still dizzy and his reaction was several beats slower than usual. He tilted his head and looked at Song Xulin who was nearby, his eyes full of doubts waiting for the follow-up.

Song Xulin felt quite uncomfortable being stared at by those beautiful watery eyes, but no matter how he tried to hide, the gaze was always following him like a shadow, so he simply raised his hand and covered his eyes.

The palm of his hand was brushed back and forth by the long eyelashes, and Song Xulin shivered all over as if he was electrocuted, and his tone inexplicably became more angry.

"Don't look at me like that! Do you think I want to sleep in the same bed with you?! I still have to keep an eye on you!"

"……Oh."

The sick Chi Qinghe looked a little softer and cuter, with hazy eyes, red corners of eyes, and red face, like a drunk cat.

The pajamas on Song Xulin were so soft and comfortable that he would subconsciously rub them a few times, looking innocent and gullible.

Song Xulin appeared to be as still as a mountain, like a wooden block, letting the cat rub against him, but in fact, he was almost able to roar like a lion in his heart!

He is such a masculine and straight brother!

How...how did it become like this!

Weird...weird...something feels wrong, my heart is pounding...

The fever won't be contagious to him, right?!

No! We can't have one more patient!

But if I just push him away, will Chi Qinghe be unhappy?

Fortunately, the drip above his head finally ran out of juice, otherwise he really wouldn't have found an excuse to escape.

Song Xulin hurriedly put Chi Qinghe back on the bed, completely forgetting the existence of the bedside bell, and ran out in a hurry.

"Doctor! Nurse! There's no water! Change...change the water!"

Song Xulin ran out of the ward in a panic, not paying much attention to the road ahead, and bumped into someone with a bang.

"Why don't you look at the road when you walk?" Young Master Song took the initiative and shouted while covering his hurt shoulder.

Gong Huasui was knocked back half a step, his face darkening. It seemed that both of them needed someone to vent their anger on, and they didn't recognize each other at first.

"Bumping into someone else's car..."

He turned around and met the gaze of the person coming up. The fierceness in his eyes disappeared instantly, and the word "get out" brewing on the tip of his tongue was finally swallowed back.

"Cookie?" Song Xulin also noticed that it was an acquaintance and looked away awkwardly, "Why are you here?"

Gong Huasui gave a forced smile, "I'm accompanying a female... friend to see a doctor."

I don’t know if it was Song Xulin’s illusion, but why did Cookie grit his teeth when talking about his girlfriend, like she was an enemy?

"Okay, then you stay with me. I have something else to do, so I'll leave first." Song Xulin still remembered that he had something to do. After briefly greeting everyone, he walked towards the nurse's station.

This is a high-end ward and there are not many people in the corridor. It is very strange that these two people bumped into each other.

Sure enough, as soon as Song Xulin returned to the ward, he complained about this to Chi Qinghe.

"Girlfriend?" Chi Qinghe said in a hoarse voice, stroking the porcelain cup.

"Ah."

Song Xulin peeled an apple and stuffed it directly into his mouth without avoiding the sick people.

"I feel like this time they're serious. They even accompanied someone to the hospital for treatment. I've never been so attentive before. They just ate a meal and it was gone."

"It seems..." Chi Qinghe lowered his eyes and took a sip of water. When he raised his head again, he coincidentally saw a couple passing by outside the door.

Meeting the pair of astonished brown eyes, Chi Qinghe's face showed no extra expression. He smiled gently and considerately at Gong Huasui and slowly added the second half of the sentence.

"The engagement gift can be prepared now."

Song Xulin chewed the fruit pulp in his mouth and spoke unclearly, "The gift is whatever you want. I'm more looking forward to the sweetness of their engagement party..."

“Qinghe!”

Gong Huasui had never been so panicked. Just a congratulatory look made him forget all his carefully planned plans, break free from Nanna's control like a madman, and rush into the ward.

Noticing the surveillance camera not far away, Nanna clicked his tongue in annoyance, quickly followed and grabbed the person who was about to jump onto the bed, warning him in a low voice.

"Even! Don't do anything bad!"