old man

The old man turned around and wanted to leave. His heart was so cold that he didn't want to stay here.

Then he was stopped, and the line just reached Qi Zheng. He took the old man's hand and handed in his bank card. Besides paying the medical bills, he also registered another number.

The old man hung his head, was held by the hand, and did not speak.

Until Qi Zheng handed the registration form in front of him and asked him to fill it out.

He opened his eyes slowly, looking at the watch: . "What's wrong?"

Qi Zheng said with a dark face: "What can you do if you walk around, look at your legs."

The old man pursed his lips: "No need." As if hearing his indifference, Qi Zheng's expression froze, and he didn't speak for a long time.

The two of them were deadlocked, and the old man thought it was ugly: "It's okay, I'll go first, there's nothing to talk about."

Qi Zheng: "You want to go?"

The old man: "I can't control you, and you hate me too, it's meaningless for us to do this."

Looking at the old man's duplicity face, Qi Zheng suddenly softened his tone: "You treat me as someone else, but I don't treat you as someone else."

The old man shook his lips and glared at Qi Zheng: "Yeah, of course I can't be her, you despise me, how can you despise her! I should have thought you dead long ago, so I won't be sad now!"

Qi Zheng was also very angry. The old man turned his head and wanted to run, but was dragged back by the collar.

The old man was caught off guard and stepped on the ground with his injured foot. The pain made his face change.

In the next second, he was picked up by Qi Zheng, walked quickly to the chair in the hospital, and took off his shoes.As soon as the socks were removed, there was also blood on the gauze.

In Qi Zheng's heart, the old man has always been a rather delicate feeling.

The blood had soaked into the gauze, making Qi Zheng feel as if it was hurting himself: "What's the matter with you, I don't know what to say! How did you get hurt?"

The old man snatched his socks: "It has nothing to do with you."

Qi Zheng gritted his teeth, and said gloomyly, "Should I carry you there, or will you obediently follow me?"

The old man wanted to lose face, so he passed by himself, followed by a fiendish Qi Zheng.

Qi Zheng reached out to help several times, but was slapped away by the old man.

This is a violent fit of temper.

Qi Zheng shouldn't have cared about him in the first place, and he should even go back to the nurse to comfort him now.

But he couldn't walk, couldn't even move a step, just like before, like bewitched.

He looked at the old man's injured foot and said patiently: "Tell me, why are you angry now?"

As soon as the words fell, the old man wrinkled his nose spinelessly, and looked at Qi Zheng resentfully like a rabbit: "I understand the way you looked at me just now."

With a trembling voice, he said, "I'm not like this from the beginning, and I don't want to be so petty, but I want to raise a child, and I can't help it."

Qi Zheng's heart twitched suddenly, and suddenly his head hurt, causing him to kneel down on one knee while supporting his head.

The old man was taken aback, and he stopped making trouble. He hurried over to help him, and touched Qi Zheng's forehead: "What's wrong with you?"

Qi Zheng frowned tightly, closed his eyes, and almost curled up into the old man's arms.He seemed to be in great pain and couldn't hear anything.

For a while, it was like being in a deformed iron block, and my whole body hurt.

For a while, it seemed that someone was tied to a chair, and someone approached him, holding something he was afraid of.

Seeing his younger brother covered in cold sweat, the old man suddenly grabbed the hem of his clothes and called his name like a nightmare, begging for help for him.