[Rebirth] The gold master's husband is not easy to coax

In this way, it was the day they had to face.

Shu Boheng is going to have his second round of chemotherapy today.In order to prepare in advance, he had been re-admitted to the hospital three days ago.

"Can I go in and stay with him?" Zhuang Ling asked hopefully.

"Of course. This matter is not up to our doctor, but to him." Dr. Zhou pointed to the closed door, "He is willing to let you stay, isn't it a tacit consent? Hurry up, it should be uncomfortable now .”

In fact, Zhuang Ling couldn't wait when he heard the second half of the sentence. He barely listened to what Dr. Zhou had to say, and ran into the ward as if someone was chasing him.

Doctor Zhou stared at his back in dumbfounded for a while, shook his head, and walked in with his notebook.

When Zhuang Ling entered, Shu Boheng was half lying on the bed, with his left hand weakly grasping the skirt of his chest, panting with difficulty, his eyes half-closed, his forehead covered in cold sweat.In just a short while, he was so haggard that Zhuang Ling's heart skipped a beat and he almost shed tears.He walked over slowly, sat down beside him, and put his hands in his.

Those hands were so cold that they didn't seem like the hands of a living person. Zhuang Ling couldn't help wrapping him with his two hands and breathing non-stop.

Maybe it was too much movement, Shu Boheng moved slightly, tilted his head to one side, and refocused his slack eyes, "You're here..."

The voice is too weak.Before Zhuang Ling saw it with his own eyes, he wouldn't believe that a person's state could be so different in an hour before and after.

Doctor Zhou said sympathetically, "It's pretty good. You haven't seen it for the first time... Well, let's not talk about it. It can be seen that you have been raising it well these days, at least you haven't vomited yet, have you?"

But it turns out that some words really cannot be said nonsense and are easy to come true.As soon as Dr. Zhou finished speaking, Shu Boheng's expression changed immediately. Before everyone could react, he had already tilted his head to one side.

"not good!"

Naturally, there was another burst of chaos.

Doctor Zhou concluded afterwards that maybe Shu Boheng was trying his best to endure at that time, so he especially hated to hear the word "spitting".Alas, in short, it was all tears, and in the end it inevitably caused a heart problem, and was repeatedly taught by my senior brother and master.

In short, after Shu Boheng vomited for a while, he was completely exhausted. He was limp in Zhuang Ling's arms, and being held tightly by Zhuang Ling, he couldn't even move his fingers.

In order to prevent him from vomiting again, Zhuang Ling got on the bed and sat behind him as a human cushion, trying his best to maintain his sitting posture.But Shu Boheng couldn't sit still at all, he kept sliding down, and his consciousness was a little fuzzy, and he often had to yell at Zhuang Ling three or four times before he responded in a low voice.It hurts Zhuang Ling very much.

"Go to sleep when you're tired, don't hold on."

But unexpectedly, after saying this sentence, Shu Boheng trembled all over. Zhuang Ling originally held his hand, but he firmly held it instead.Zhuang Ling almost cried out in pain, but at the moment he was more worried about Shu Boheng.

"What's going on?!" He looked back at the doctors in a panic.

Soon, Shu Boheng's next move gave him the answer, "It's cold... so cold..."

He subconsciously curled his whole body into Zhuang Ling's arms. Zhuang Ling felt cold sweat when he touched him casually. He hurriedly took the thin blanket and wrapped him tightly, but Shu Boheng kept shouting that he was cold. Even the teeth are trembling slightly.

Soon, he turned his head to one side and threw up again.This time he just collapsed and passed out.If Zhuang Ling didn't find out that something was wrong and hugged his upper body tightly and protected his head, he would have fallen off the bed.

"A-Heng! A-Heng!"

Shu Boheng's eyes were closed tightly, his lips were gray and haggard.

"Put the man back on the bed! Cover him with the blanket!"

Probably because it was too uncomfortable, even though he lost consciousness, he was still shaking constantly, and when his head touched the bed, he curled up uncontrollably into a ball. The big man of 1.8 meters looks really sad.

"Straighten his body, it won't work like this."

"Oh..." Zhuang Ling heard that Zhuang Ling and several other doctors helped Shu Boheng stretch his hands and feet, but it didn't help at all. Once he let go, Shu Boheng immediately curled up again.Zhuang Ling had no choice but to lie down next to him, using his hands and feet to hold him in his arms, preventing him from moving.

Perhaps because of the familiar smell, Shu Boheng stopped resisting so much, and gradually subsided, and fell asleep peacefully in Zhuang Ling's arms.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that this level has passed again.

Doctor Zhou bent down to check his condition, and when he saw that he had temporarily stabilized, he waved and walked out quietly with the other doctors, leaving only the person cuddling on the bed.

This time, Shu Boheng fell into a coma for a long time again, and he couldn't sleep soundly all the time. He always felt in a daze that there were many flies "buzzing" in his ears, which made him cringe. brow.

"What's the matter? It seems to have a low fever."

"This is normal, as long as the temperature is not too high."

"How many degrees?"

"37.7°."

"It's really not high, let's use physics to cool down."

"it is good."

Zhuang Ling carefully unbuttoned his hospital gown one by one, revealing his thin chest.He dipped a towel in water, wrung it dry, first touched his skin lightly, and then slowly wiped it off.

Maybe it was because of the fever, Shu Boheng flinched slightly when the towel touched him.

Zhuang Ling hurriedly removed the towel, "Is it cold?"

Of course Shu Boheng didn't answer.

"Be patient, it will be fine soon." Zhuang Ling then started to rub from his neck.

When Zhuang Ling wiped for about 5 minutes, Shu Boheng moved slightly and woke up.

"Heng! Are you awake?"

"A Ling? What time is it?"

"Ten o'clock in the evening, you have been asleep for almost two days, but you scared me to death!"

Shu Boheng moved his neck, leaning on the bed board, intending to sit up.Seeing this, Zhuang Ling quickly threw the towel and bent over to support him, "Don't move! You don't have the strength now, just lie down."

Seeing that Shu Boheng closed his eyes uncomfortably, he couldn't help asking worriedly, "What's the matter? Are you dizzy?"

"Well, a little bit."

"You have a fever. I'm cooling you down. You'll be fine soon. Are you still cold?"

"..." Shu Boheng didn't dare to shake his head now, he was afraid of dizziness, and he didn't dare to speak anymore, he was afraid that he would accidentally spit it out again and scare the people around him, so he had no choice but to stay still and wait for the nausea to pass.