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Maybe it's because the bad experiences in the dream kept reappearing, and Lin Sheng's face, which had finally calmed down, became panicked from time to time.

Liao Muyang wanted him to have a good rest and sleep, so he never tried to wake him up, but it was not easy to hug him, so he could only repeat the movements of lightly pinching his hands, rubbing the still unbelievably soft black hair, Then leaned over and whispered softly in that ear.

These actions were repeated countless times during the night, until the sunlight of the next day penetrated into the ward.

Liao Muyang stayed up all night, and his eyes were uncontrollably stained with bright red blood and exhaustion that could not be concealed.

At 08:30, a doctor came to round the ward as usual, and checked Lin Sheng's temperature and wounds on his body again. After confirming that there was no deterioration or other problems, he finally told Liao Muyang that he could be discharged from the hospital and go home to take care of him.

It's just that because there are too many miscellaneous wounds, to be on the safe side, I have to come to the hospital for reexamination every three days until the wounds are completely healed.

Liao Muyang listened attentively to the doctor's words with vigor, memorized all the precautions, and then took the doctor's new prescription and left Lin Sheng's side for the time being, and went to the pharmacy to get the medicine that was about to be used soon.

It was a coincidence that Lin Sheng woke up in a daze within a few minutes after Liao Muyang left the ward.

Like a small animal with a keen sense of smell, it can subconsciously feel that the reassuring breath around it is gone, and this peaceful sleepiness will naturally be awakened.

The moment Lin Sheng opened his eyes, there was overwhelming pain that swept over his body. Although the pain was not as strong as when he was hanging yesterday, it was still uncomfortable.

He stared at the snow-white roof in a daze for a moment, until the nurse who was going to give him a drip came in, and then he regained his thoughts.

The good and bad memories of yesterday flooded into his mind and played back in front of his eyes. The amount of information was astonishing. He turned his uninjured eye and looked at the surrounding wards. Seeing Liao Muyang, the deep uneasiness in his heart exploded completely in an instant.

He is like a wounded little hedgehog, struggling to form a ball in an unfamiliar environment, refusing to communicate with the outside world.

Seeing that the patient on the bed woke up, the nurse didn't deliberately put down the trolley, and pushed the trolley to the side of the bed quickly, and asked a soft question by the way.

"Wake up, is there any other discomfort besides the wound pain?"

Lin Sheng shrank subconsciously into the thick quilt when he heard the voice, and it took him a long time to react and shook his head slightly at the nurse.

The nurse got his answer, so she didn't ask any more questions. She just hung an IV bag next to the bed and took out the tourniquet to give Lin Sheng an injection.

Lin Sheng looked at the things the nurse took out, and the feeling of insecurity became more and more intense.

He was afraid of injections since he was a child, but he was beaten and scolded a lot by Lin Shuping because of this, so he learned to be afraid and had to endure it.

The hand under the quilt tightly pinched the quilt, watched the nurse take out the needle without turning his eyes, and then said to him: "Come, show me your hand."

Lin Sheng knew that he couldn't escape capriciously when he was sick in the hospital, but he couldn't control his emotions right now, so he could only hold himself down for a while, and then stretched out a hand from under the quilt.

The nurse looked at him slowly and was not in a hurry. She only waited for the hand to be stretched out before pinching it and looking at it, but there was really no place for the needle on the back of the hand. After thinking about it, the nurse had no choice but to put it The thought moved to the crook of the arm.

Lin Sheng probably saw what the nurse was thinking, and the outstretched hand trembled uncontrollably.

He was more afraid of being stuck in the crook of his arm than getting a needle on the back of his hand, and the feeling of not daring to move for fear that the needle would be crooked felt uncomfortable.

The nurse noticed Lin Sheng's nervousness, and while looking for places in the arms where the needle could be inserted, she comforted a child, "It's okay, it will be fine soon."

This kind of consolation had no real effect on Lin Sheng at all, he could only nod slightly with a stiff politeness, which was regarded as a response to the nurse's words.

The nurse still had difficulty looking at the arm, which was full of broken skin, red and swollen, as if trying to pick out a less bad apple from a pile of rotten apples.

And Lin Sheng watched the nurse's entanglement for a long time, and his uneasiness only increased, until the door of the ward was pushed open by Liao Muyang who came back from taking the medicine.

Liao Muyang looked at the kid who had woken up on the hospital bed, and immediately increased his steps, walking from the door of the ward to the bedside in three or two steps.

Lin Sheng was once again attracted by the sound of the door opening.

The grape eyes that pretended to be strong and not showing any moisture were covered with strong dependence and grievance the moment they saw Liao Muyang, and warm tears only fell down the eyes in big drops.

The child withdrew his hand from the nurse's side, and carefully stretched out his arms towards Brother Liao who was approaching the bed, like a wounded animal begging for a hug.

Liao Muyang's heartache was already enough, let alone seeing Lin Sheng's pitiful appearance, he only responded by hugging the little friend, and buried that little head in front of his chest, while gently stroking the little friend. Head, while speaking.

"Sheng Bao is not afraid, my brother is here."

"It's okay, it's okay, good..."

Liao Muyang suddenly regretted listening to the nurses around him when he was getting the medicine and wasted a while.

The wounds on Lin Sheng's body can be seen from the beatings. Private hospitals receive too many patients like domestic violence, but there are only a few patients with large wounds like Lin Sheng's, let alone Lin Sheng's wounds. Sheng is still so young.

Where there are many people, there will naturally be gossip, and the nurses at the nurse's station would chatter a few words in their free time, which were not harsh words at all, but they were talking about Lin Sheng's pity and domestic violence outsiders could not control the topic.

A nurse interjected in the middle and wondered if Liao Muyang did it. After all, most of the victims of domestic violence came by themselves, or were sent by the person who did the domestic violence to try to cover up their serious injuries.

It's just that these words were dispelled by the nurse who had entered Lin Sheng's ward in the next moment. After all, Liao Muyang's distress and concern were like water overflowing from a drinking glass that could not be collected back. It must be the level of the film emperor.

This topic finally stopped at this exclamation that outsiders can't control.

Hearing this, Liao Muyang couldn't help frowning, the suppressed anger on his face was aimed at Lin Shuping infinitely, he thought in his heart that from today onwards unless Lin Sheng was willing, he would never let Lin Sheng go back to Lin Shuping's home again.

If the family doesn't take good care of his little friend, then he will take care of him. As for other miscellaneous matters that need to be resolved, we will have to wait until Lin Sheng is discharged from the hospital.

Lin Sheng's arms tightly wrapped around Brother Liao's waist and refused to let go, like a driftwood caught in a shipwreck.

Liao Muyang comforted the poor little boy in his arms, but he did not forget to give some attention to the nurse at the side, after all, the child's body is equally important.

"Are you going to have an infusion?"

"Well, yes, it's just that this position is hard to find. This kid has too many wounds."

Liao Muyang naturally knew about this situation, after all, he was the one who found out the place where the needle could be inserted with great difficulty yesterday.

"Prick the back of your feet."

Brother Liao's words made the nurse shift the position directly. Fortunately, Lin Sheng's instep was not injured at all, but the kid had never been pierced in the instep. Hearing these words, he shrank a little into Liao Muyang's arms.

Liao Muyang knew that the child was afraid, so he just raised his hand and pulled the chair beside him to sit down, so that the child could bury his head on his neck and be more comfortable.

He kissed Lin Sheng's forehead, and coaxed softly against his fair ears: "It's okay, brother is here, I'll be fine soon."

"Sheng Bao, be good, don't be afraid..."

Liao Muyang's palm was pressed against the back of Lin Sheng's head, making the child stick to his arms in the most comfortable position, little by little replenishing the child's lack of sense of security.

Sure enough, the effect of some words really depends on the person who said the same thing. The same thing the nurse said was useless, but when Liao Muyang said it, Lin Sheng seemed to have received a huge guarantee, and even the slight trembling was much calmed down. That hand still pinched Liao Muyang's clothes corner habitually, unwilling to let go.

The professional level of the nurse is still very high, taking advantage of the gap when Liao Muyang was talking next to the children, she quickly found the right place and inserted the needle.

The problem of the injection was over, and the nurse adjusted the infusion tube, so she didn't bother the two of them quickly pushed the cart, walked out of the ward, and closed the door.

Lin Sheng's left foot, which had been needled, was still exposed to the outside of the quilt. Even if the indoor heating was turned on in winter, Liao Muyang was still afraid that the child would be cold, so he stood upright and kept the posture of hugging him, while leaning over to put the child on the bed. Put the feet on the quilt into the quilt and wait for the angle to be adjusted to cover tightly before retracting the hand.

He returned to the posture of sitting on the edge of the bed, carefully holding the child's face, and liberated him from the breathless posture.

With his brother by his side, most of Lin Sheng's uneasiness was dispelled in an instant. He followed Liao Muyang's movements, let out a sullen face, and took a good breath, but his hand was still pinching the corner of Liao Muyang's clothes. The injured eye also looked at Liao Muyang without blinking.

Lin Sheng's uninjured eye can only be said to have not suffered any major injuries, but the capillaries in the white part of the eye were ruptured, so it was a bit scary to see the dots of blood red all over the white of the eye.

Fortunately, the capillary rupture is a bit scary to watch, and it will naturally subside after a few days of anti-inflammatory eye drops.

But Brother Liao would not care about the seriousness of the injury, he just didn't want to see the child get a little bit hurt, even if it was a scratch.

Those originally black and clean grape eyes are now covered with gauze, and the other is blood red. The injury here alone is enough for Liao Muyang to feel distressed for a long time, let alone the injury on his body.

He raised his hand and gently wiped away the moisture from Lin Sheng's eyes with his thumb, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Is Sheng Zi hungry? What do you want to eat?"

Liao Muyang wanted to ask and comfort him too much, but in the end he only asked if he was hungry.

He couldn't even ask the conversation like "Does it still hurt?" A fool understands how it is possible that so many wounds don't hurt. Instead of saying these useless nonsense, it's better to ask the children what they want to eat.

People who have just survived a high fever always need to eat something to slow down their strength.

After the severe beating in the first half of the night and the drowsiness in the second half of the night, Lin Sheng's stomach, which had just woken up and had not fully regained consciousness, gradually recovered a strong sense of hunger under Liao Muyang's words. He nodded obediently to Liao Muyang.

Liao Muyang looked at the child who was still so obedient in front of him, and felt more and more bitterness rising up to the point of blocking his throat.

He raised his hand and gently rubbed Lin Sheng's head, and asked repeatedly while rubbing: "What does Sheng want to eat?"

Lin Sheng knew that he could only eat light food in this state, so he obediently gestured to Liao Muyang in sign language for porridge.

Liao Muyang understood, immediately took out his mobile phone, and dialed the number for ordering food printed on the wooden sign next to the bed.

Private hospitals are also good at this point. When you are hospitalized, it feels a bit like staying in a hotel, and it is indeed convenient in some ways.

Liao Muyang ordered a bowl of brown sugar lotus seed porridge and reported the ward number, then hung up the phone quickly, and turned his eyes and attention to the children again.

He looked at Lin Sheng and didn't know what to say. It was the first time since his parents passed away that he had such emotions that were stuck in his throat but could not be expressed.

He only asked himself over and over again in his heart why he had to worry so much about not being by Lin Sheng's side, why he underestimated the bottom line of Lin Shuping, a scumbag, and why he didn't notice that the school's sneak shots determined the minds of high school students to beautify them On the body of the person, and why...

Liao Muyang was so overwhelmed by guilt that he couldn't breathe. Now he really wanted to ask Lin Shuping face to face, how did such a well-behaved child make such a deadly move.

Even if you see those ugly posts, even if you can't accept the emotional anger to the extreme, this kind of injury is not the kind of injury that a parent can cause when he is angry and educates his children.

This cannot be called education at all, it can only be called unilateral venting and abuse.

The tall man leaned his head gently against the boy's neck, and he sighed heavily with a trembling voice that was filled with soreness in his throat.

Lin Sheng had never seen such a depressed Liao Muyang, the feeling of self-blame and discomfort was caught by Lin Sheng's sensitivity in an instant, he raised his hand to hold Liao Muyang's face and communicate with him in sign language.

His movements were extremely hasty, as if he didn't want such bad emotions to appear on Liao Muyang's body, the two people's hearts for each other were really similar.

Liao Muyang felt Lin Sheng's movements, and only suppressed the emotion that was about to come out of his throat, he said dully: "Sheng Bao let brother lean on me for a while, just for a while."

No one can reproduce his collapsed emotions when he saw Lin Sheng hanged almost dying. He has been holding back and holding his breath until the child woke up, and the breath collapsed completely. Spit out completely.

Now he just wants to touch the person in front of him and take a good rest.

Liao Muyang's words fell into Lin Sheng's ears, and the hands that wanted to hold Liao Muyang's face completely deviated from the direction.

Lin Sheng imitated Liao Muyang's usual comforting movements, rubbing Liao Muyang's head with one hand, and patted Liao Muyang's back with the other.

These movements are green and unfamiliar, but they can become a buff to speed up Brother Liao's recovery.

The porridge from the hospital was delivered, and the person who delivered the porridge knocked on the door of the ward. Liao Muyang took a deep breath into Lin Sheng's neck and let it out. When he raised his head again, he completely recovered his invincible and overwhelmed sense of security. , I didn't see the decadence just now.

He got up and walked towards the door of the ward, opened the door and took the brown sugar porridge, then sat back on the chair next to the bed as usual.

The lid of the bowl was opened, and the sweet smell of brown sugar porridge filled the ward with steaming heat, and the smell of food ignited a bit of lively smoke.

Liao Muyang took out the spoon, scooped up a spoonful of porridge, put it on his mouth to blow off the heat, and was about to send it to Lin Sheng's mouth.

Lin Sheng looked at the porridge that was delivered, and the pain in his stomach became more and more intense, but he still quickly gestured to Liao Muyang: "Brother, I haven't brushed my teeth yet."

Liao Muyang recited these words, and suddenly remembered the trouble, he put down the porridge, went to the bathroom in the ward, and brought a cup filled with water, a toothbrush filled with toothpaste, and a small basin. It was inconvenient to go to the bathroom, so I brushed my teeth smoothly on the bed before continuing to eat the brown sugar porridge.

The brown sugar porridge was sent into Lin Sheng's mouth one after another, and the empty and deserted stomach was finally warmed up a bit.

Brother Liao's eyes were fixed on the brown sugar porridge in his hand and Lin Sheng's chewing mouth, and he didn't notice that the child's eyes were fixed on him, and then he became worried and hesitant to speak.

Brother Liao wanted to ask a lot but didn't ask, and Lin Sheng did the same.

He looked at Liao Muyang's tiredness that couldn't be concealed, and his heart was full of pain like small needles. In addition to the fact that Liao Muyang brought him out of the house, there were too many things to say unclear.

But it was precisely because he wanted to say too much, but he couldn't say a word. He just allowed the expression on his face to deepen, and kept staring at the tired look on Liao Muyang's face, revealing his distress.

Brother Liao, who couldn't separate his energy from one mind to another, finally noticed the child's expression when he finished feeding the last mouthful of porridge.

He probably guessed what Lin Sheng was thinking, he only raised his hand to stroke the kid's head, and spoke slowly.

"Brother knows what Shengzai wants to ask. Now that brother is here, you don't have to be afraid of anything. You just need to rest for a while, and when the bottle of drip is finished, brother will take you back to our home."

"Then take a hot bath and warm up a cup of sweet milk for Sheng Zi. My brother will hold you under the quilt, and let's have a good chat about everything, shall we?"

What Liao Muyang said was full of enough warmth and sense of security, which is exactly what children need most.

What's more, the uncontrollable tiredness on Brother Liao's face made Lin Sheng have no other thoughts to ask questions.

Although Lin Sheng fell into a coma for a long time last night, he could still occasionally feel the words sticking to his ears, the warm body temperature, and the familiar smell in his half-dream and half-awake state. It also appeared at dawn, and Lin Sheng knew in his heart that Liao Muyang must have taken care of him and stayed up all night.

So now he just wants to finish the drip quickly, and then go home with his brother to let Brother Liao have a good rest and sleep before talking about other things.

As for what Brother Liao said at the moment, he naturally had no objection at all. He just nodded his head obediently and obediently, hoping to save Brother Liao's energy as much as possible.