Cubs can't, at least they shouldn't

When Xing Ce ran to the hospital, everyone was scared to death.

Seeing Gu Changxi standing at the door of the ward, he rushed over immediately, "Gu, what are you doing to him! What's wrong!"

"It's okay, it's okay." Gu Changxi's voice was low and vague, "He's okay."

Xing Ce looked in through the glass window of the ward.

Jiang Song was lying on the bed with full beard for infusion, his face was very pale, but he slept soundly, and it seemed that there was no major problem.

He turned his head to cover his face and asked Gu Changxi: "When you called, you were still fine, why did you do it again in the middle of the night, and you got it to the hospital?!"

When Gu Changxi raised his eyes, Xing Ce felt something was wrong, "What's wrong with you? Why are your eyes bloodshot?"

"What's the matter with his body? The doctor told me that he has a history of severe trauma, so the inflammatory reaction is stronger than ordinary people. What does 'serious trauma history' mean?" Gu Changxi's voice was calm when he spoke Yes, but his ginger-colored pupils trembled slightly, which made people look confused.

Xing Ce scratched the back of his head, "He..."

"Don't lie to me." Gu Changzhen interrupted him softly.

Xing Ce waited for him to threaten him, but after waiting for a long time, he just repeated, "Uncle Xing, don't lie to me."

At that moment Xing Ce understood Jiang Song's feelings a little bit.

Gu Changzhen was young, no matter how tall and powerful he was, he was still a child in their eyes.

In particular, the blood on his face is no more than that of Jiang Song, and it is inevitable to feel some pity in his heart when he looks at it.

"He..." Xing Ce frowned and organized his words, "A few years ago, he was in a car accident, and he was seriously injured. It's just a matter of raising him, so I let him Don't, don't be mad at him, his body is real, not very well."

"Car accident?" Gu Changzhen narrowed his eyes slightly, "Aside from broken bones, is there anything else?"

"The car accident happened to you, don't you know what happened?" Since Xing Ce has mentioned the car accident, why not take the opportunity to teach this boy a lesson, "At that time, Jiang Song's car overturned from the mountain, and when he got down, the car was all over the place. It's flat, people must be in it, and they can't keep their face. Basically, you can't see anywhere on your body... Hey, are you okay?"

He didn't know if he said it too harshly, Gu Changxi gritted his teeth and closed his eyes, as if he was going through some great pain.

"It's okay, you continue talking." Gu Changxi quickly opened his eyes again, looking at him with a pair of bloodshot red eyes.

Seeing that he didn't even have a trace of blood on his mouth, Xing Ce didn't dare to say, "You know everything else. He has a bad stomach and is prone to fever when he catches a cold. That is, his body is not very good, and he usually suffers from minor illnesses. .”

Gu Changxi raised his eyes to look at the ward, and said in a low voice, "Is this a minor illness?"

Xing Cexin said that Jiang Song's ghost gate has been closed and back and forth several times, and he probably knows the faces of the people who watch the gate. He has a fever and cannot count.

But if he told Gu Changxi without authorization, he would definitely kill Jiang Song himself when he woke up.

He looked away and said vaguely, "It's dangerous even if you have a serious cold."

Gu Changzhen was in a trance for half a second, then brought the topic back, "Was that car accident completely accidental?"

Xing Ce was not prepared for his sudden attack, and his mouth almost went bald.

Fortunately, seeing that Gu Changzheng was having a lot of cold, he stopped talking in time and shrugged his shoulders as naturally as possible, "Jiang Song's own car broke down. On the high speed, it's a small matter, but it's also a big one."

Gu Changxi lowered his head, as if digesting what he said.

"Are you hot?" Xing Ce looked at him curiously, "Why are you sweating so much?"

There was a layer of sweat on Gu Changxi's forehead and neck, and even his hair was wet, as if he had just been exposed to a heavy rain.

"Uncle Xing," Gu Changxi's gaze stayed on the glass of the ward, "Did he mention me to you after returning from Baiyun Mountain?"

Xing Ce was a little surprised by this question, "I mentioned you? He was burned unconscious, and you didn't even come to see him. Later, I said that you were not him, so I refused to let you."

It was impossible to say that he was not angry at all about it.

Jiang Song almost lost his life because of this white-eyed wolf, and he ended up like this.

Even if Jiang Song refuses to let Gu Changxi get involved, and refuses to tell him anything, this brat doesn't know how to love others?When people are sick, they don't show a single face.

In the past years of co-authoring, Jiang Song was all white pets, white raises, and white worries?

"He didn't say..." Gu Changxi paused lightly, "Didn't he say I'm scary?"

That night in the forest, when he forced Yang Guangyuan into the trap, the movie played back before his eyes.

He couldn't remember Jiang Song's expression, or maybe it was because he hadn't looked at Jiang Song.

Xing Ceke died wronged for Jiang Song, "He said you were scary? Let me tell you, Gu, Gu Changxi, in my eyes you are a white-eyed wolf! Everyone in the world can feel that you are scary, but Jiang Song will Do you touch yourself, your own conscience, will he do it!"

Gu Changxi lowered his head, showing a rare sense of bewilderment, "I don't know."

Xing Ce looked at him for a while, and finally pushed the door open and entered the ward without saying a word.

Jiang Song was lying on his side on the hospital bed, and the indwelling needle in his hand was connected to the infusion tube, showing an unhealthy bluish-white color.

Gu Changxi walked to the side of the bed, put his infusion hand in his palm, and gently held it.

"Not yet, haven't you woken up?" Xing Ce asked Gu Changxi.

He shook his head, then reached out to touch Jiang Song's forehead.

Xing Ce looked at Gu Changxi, wishing he could slap this brat to death, but his height was not an advantage.

He stuttered and asked for a long time: "Have you eaten yet? It's almost morning, you go and eat something, I'll watch over here."

"Uncle Xing, has he always been so easy to get sick?" Gu Changxi didn't answer his words.

Xing Ce hoped that Jiang Song would wake up quickly, otherwise Gu Changxi would be like a deadly hammer, he would never hit it again and again, and he might have to dig something out of him.

But Jiang Song has had some twists and turns in these years, the first thing he told him was not to let Gu Changxi know.

He dared not speak casually.

He was perfunctory too many times, Xing Ce didn't think about how to prevaricate Gu Changxi for a while.

He was scratching his head a little when the person on the bed moved a little.

Jiang Song curled his fingers, grabbed the white and blue striped sheets, and hummed twice.

Gu Changxi immediately bowed down and supported his back.

Jiang Song's almost pale face faded a layer of blood, almost transparent.

The lip he was subconsciously biting turned bright red, making his description even more morbid.

"Don't bite." Gu Changzhen frowned, pressed his hand on his lips, and gently squeezed his jaw, "Stop biting, why is it uncomfortable?"

Jiang Song said something in a low voice.

Gu Changxi got close enough to barely hear a few words, "Don't tell anyone?"

Before Jiang Song finished speaking, his jaw closed again, with a low voice in his throat, "It hurts..."

"What's going on?" Xing Ce was on the side, also an ant on the hot pot, "It's still hurting after the fever subsides? What did the doctor say?"

Gu Changxi didn't bother to answer him, and gently stroked Jiang Song's back, "It's all a dream, it doesn't hurt anymore, it doesn't hurt anymore."

Jiang Song seemed unable to hear, but just repeated in a low voice, "It hurts, my hand hurts..."

Gu Changxi held his newly healed right hand and asked him softly, "Does this hand hurt?"

Jiang Song didn't wake up, he shook his head in the dream, tears rolled down from the corner of his eyes, "It hurts so much."

"Hiss," Xing Ce's liver leaf was about to be pierced by distress, and stomped on the spot twice, "What should I do?"

Jiang Song used to have minor disasters and illnesses, and he never cried out for pain when his leg was broken.

He has never seen it like this.

Gu Changxi blew lightly on the back of Jiang Song's hand, "It doesn't hurt anymore, it doesn't hurt anymore."

His eyes were wide open, reluctant to blink.

A drop of water landed on the back of the pale hand.

"What's wrong with you?" When Jiang Song asked Gu Changxi out loud, Xing Ce almost knelt down, "Wake up, wake up, my ancestor, but, it can be counted as awake."

Jiang Song took his hand out of Gu Changzhen's hand, rubbed his eyes, "What are you all doing here?"

"Let me tell you Jiang, Jiang Song, you have been discharged from the hospital, and you will live in my house honestly." Seeing that he really woke up, Xing Ce became angry, "If no one cares about you last night, you will be in charge." You, you burned yourself to death, you know you!"

Jiang Song knew that he had a severe fever, but at that time he planned to call an ambulance for himself.

And Gu Changxi was here, he didn't want to appear as if he was seriously ill.

He said lightly: "It's just a fever, don't make a fuss about it."

The corners of his eyes were itchy, and he rubbed them calmly, "I'm already awake, you..."

His voice was still hoarse, and he cleared his voice before continuing: "Go and do what you should do, you are not idle."

"Don't make love with me," Xing Ce glared at him, "If you continue to play with the hanger, hanger, I will tie you up in front of me even if I tie you up!"

Jiang Song smiled lightly, and said to Gu Changxi who had been silent all this time, "Pour me a glass of water."

Gu Changxi by the bed stood still.

"Good guy, other people are dying, and I'm as tall as a normal person." Xing Ce sighed, and poured water for him, "I want my mother to know that you abused yourself so badly, and come here to cut you with a knife. "

"Don't go to my aunt's nonsense, don't tell cough..." Jiang Song was a little anxious, and his breathing became disordered.

Gu Changzhen, who was like a fossil, finally moved, quickly picked him up from the bed, patted his back lightly, turned his head and finished the sentence for him, "Don't tell auntie."

"..." Xing Ce was a little messy.

What's the matter?What seniority is this?

Sitting up suddenly, Jiang Song was so dizzy that he hardly dared to open his eyes and could only rest on Gu Changzhen's shoulder.

He could smell a little bit.

The smell on Gu Changxi's body was clean and pleasant, which diluted the tired smell of disinfectant in the hospital a lot.

"Okay." He slowed down a bit, pushed Gu Changxi away, and leaned on the hospital bed by himself, "You two should be busy, don't waste all your time here."

Seeing that his face was getting a little ugly, Xing Ce glanced at Gu Changxi, and walked out step by step, "I'll get you guys some food, I'll kill you..."

Only Gu Changzhen and Jiang Song were left in the ward.

Jiang Song patted the side of the bed, motioning for Gu Changxi to sit down, "Did it scare you?"

Gu Changxi slowly stretched his hand towards his neck.

Jiang Song instinctively stepped back.

"Don't move." Gu Changzhen's voice was also a little hoarse.

Only then did Jiang Song realize that he was wearing a hospital gown, and the scars on his neck and chest were unobstructed.

He sat stiffly.

The temperature of Gu Changxi's hand was still higher than his body temperature.

Fingers rubbed against those old silver scars, bringing a slightly rough warmth.

"Due to a car accident?" Gu Changzhen's expression rarely fluctuated.

His thumb pressed lightly on Jiang Song's throat, and the other four fingers rested on his artery.

The pulse throbbed slowly, like the gentlest and deadliest blow.

"Xing Ce told you?" Jiang Song let him hold his neck calmly.

"So you've been wearing those scarves, silk scarves, turtleneck sweaters, and pajamas that don't show your neck, right?" Gu Changxi asked calmly, but his eyes became more and more red.

Jiang Song froze for a moment, then patted his hand, "It's been a long time."

Gu Changzhen's hand held his neck and refused to let go, as if he wanted to engrave those scars into his heart.

The slender incision was originally rough and uneven, and even though it was sutured meticulously, it still left a slight bulge due to hyperplasia.

"What kind of car accident?" Gu Changxi stared at the string of tiny stitches, as if admiring a string of expensive necklaces. "Can you leave such an injury?"

He got closer, and the sclera, which was originally porcelain blue, was covered with bloodshot eyes, showing a faint pink.

Jiang Song gently pushed his hand away, "The car window was broken and scratched by broken glass."

"Really?" Gu Changxi smashed the water glass on the bedside table, and picked up a piece of broken glass from the ground.

Jiang Song frowned, "What are you doing?"

Gu Changxi put the sharp side of the shard against his arm and stroked it hard, blood beads suddenly came out.

"Are you sick?!" Jiang Song grabbed the tile in his hand with all his strength and threw it outward.

"Can broken glass be scratched like that?" Gu Changxi stared at the scratch on his forearm, "Look, it's far from it."

Jiang Song was so anxious that he didn't take a sharp breath, coughed in the dark, and the heartbeat and blood pressure next to him called the police.

Gu Changxi didn't care about the blood on his hands, he supported him and kept patting his back gently.

"Call the doctor...cough cough cough call the doctor..." Jiang Song spoke awkwardly, pointing to the call bell above his head.

The nurse came soon, pushed a sedative into Jiang Song's infusion tube, looked up and down Gu Changxi unfriendlyly, "The patient is still so weak, let's not talk to him."

"It's not because of him." Jiang Song finally stopped coughing, and leaned weakly on the pillow, "His hand was cut, please show me."

Gu Changxi almost gave him a gouging look, but gently rubbed his hands on his chest, "Stop talking."

"Wrap your hands." Jiang Song whispered.

The sedative took effect quickly, and he fell into a drowsy sleep.

"Come here, let me see your hands." The older nurse waved to Gu Changxi.

"No, thank you." Gu Changxi put down his shirt to cover the wound, "When will he be discharged from the hospital?"

"He is weak after a bad cold and needs to be observed in the hospital for two or three days. If there is someone to accompany him, he can go home and recuperate without any problem." The nurse looked at him carefully, "Are you his family?"

"Yes." He simply agreed.

Except for a pair of eyes, Gu Changxi has returned to his usual modesty and gentleness, "If there is anything he needs to pay attention to, you can just tell me everything."

Jiang Song didn't expect that Gu Changxi would stay in the hospital all the time.

I can see him every day when I open my eyes, Jiang Song is still a little scared, "Aren't you working?"

Gu Changxi showed him his arm, "The doctor looked at my wound and said that I also need to be hospitalized."

Jiang Song leaned over to look at his arm, and couldn't help being a little confused, "You...was this hand that you cut?"

"Yes." Gu Changzhen nodded.

"Where is the wound?" Jiang Song himself was still inserted into the oxygen tube, and he spoke in a low voice.

"The doctor said that I need to be hospitalized. Does Mr. Jiang have more say than the doctor?" Gu Changxi answered him forcefully.

Jiang Song took a closer look.

Oh, there is a faint scar, just like scratching the skin.

Young people just don't heal the same way.

"Then... You are hospitalized, so you must not have a separate ward?" Jiang Song hinted at him, "You are so badly injured, you can see it without a magnifying glass. Isn't sleeping on the sofa here not conducive to healing?"

"I will sleep wherever I want." Gu Changxi glanced at his infusion bottle, "If Mr. Jiang has any objections, I will buy this hospital."

Jiang Song waved his hand, "No objection, I dare not have any objection to you, cough cough...water cough cough..."

Gu Changxi handed him a glass of water.

Jiang Song still couldn't hold it, and the cup slid down as soon as he held it in his hand.

Gu Changzhen's hand was much bigger than his, and it easily covered his hand.

When Xing Ce came in, he happened to see Gu Changxi feeding Jiang Song, and felt inexplicably relieved, "The nurse said that you can eat today, and I brought you a bucket of wontons. My mother made it, just a little meat , no, there are no oil stars."

"I told my mother that you used to be just like Xiuxian Xiuxian. You only had infusions and didn't eat every day. Now when you go to the hospital, the doctor doesn't dare to let you eat as you please. The old lady said that you will die of starvation, and you will die," Xing Ce said. She curled her lips, "I'll roll it out for you when I turn around, the wonton wrappers are gone."

"Didn't I tell you not to tell my aunt?" Jiang Song frowned, "Didn't you tell her to worry about me? And I'm fine?"

"Nothing? Then you, you ask him," Xing Ce raised his chin towards Gu Changxi, "He sent you here."

Gu Changxi obviously didn't focus on that, "Only infusion and no food, huh?"

"I told you on the phone, did I?" Xing Ce felt that there was nothing to say, "He won't eat if he has a stomachache, and if he doesn't eat, he will have a stomachache. It's a vicious circle!"

"Hey, why are you so talkative right now?" Jiang Song had a headache.

He shouldn't have let Gu Changxi meet Xing Ce.

"Then I don't care, I don't care about you!" Xing Ce plausibly said, "How many meals I brought to your house last week, didn't I...bring them back intact? I stayed at home to hide the truth from my mother. I ate it myself. Do you know how much weight I gained in a week?"

Jiang Song hated himself for not being able to talk to Gu Changxi, but he couldn't even stutter, so he closed his mouth and inhaled oxygen depressedly.

Gu Changxi sat by the bed and unscrewed the thermos.

The small translucent wontons are floating in the crystal clear chicken soup, which is very watery.

Gu Changxi put the dining board on the hospital bed, "Eat."

Jiang Song remembered that night Gu Changzhen forced him to drink porridge, so two mouthfuls of porridge were enough for him to suffer all night.

"I'll eat it later when I'm hungry." Jiang Song pushed the wonton away a little.

Xing Ce immediately dismantled him, "If you are willing to behave later and eat by yourself, I will have the same surname as you from today on."

At this time, the nurse came in to make rounds, "39 beds, how do you feel today?"

Gu Changxi stood up, with a gentle and humble attitude, "His stomach is not feeling well, and he doesn't want to eat, what should I do?"

In the past few days, Gu Changxi has been dealing with nurses. He is good-looking and polite, and the nurses who came to make rounds have a very good impression of him.

Today's nurse is no exception. When she sees him, she smiles, "It's easy to get used to it if you don't eat for a long time, but you still have to eat. Our suggestion is to do abdominal massage, eat slowly, eat in small amounts and often, the main thing is Family members should be patient and be careful when eating."

"That's not the end," Xing Ce rolled his eyes, "If no one is watching him, no one will know if he poured the rice down."

"Okay, I see." Gu Changxi watched the nurse go out, and sat down behind Jiang Song himself.

Jiang Song was lazy, trying to avoid him, "What are you going to do?"

"Don't move." Gu Changzhen wrapped his arms around his waist from behind, and put his hand into his hospital gown.

"What are you doing?" Jiang Song was a little embarrassed, and wrinkled his eyebrows.

"Mr. Jiang, I'm warning you for the last time, don't move around." Gu Changxi seemed to be a different person when he spoke to him, with a little bit of imperceptible tension in his ferocity.

Jiang Songcai was not afraid of him, but he didn't have much strength, and he couldn't breathe if he moved a little.

As soon as he relaxed, Gu Changzhen's hand protected his stomach.

The warmth, with the subtle roughness of the palm prints, gently attached to the skin of his abdomen, becoming a very strange sense of security.

Gu Changxi protected him with one hand, pulled the thermos over with the other hand, scooped up a few wontons and put them into a small bowl, "Eat slowly, you won't feel uncomfortable."

Jiang Song had no ability to move, and he was tied around his waist, so he could only resign himself to picking wontons from a bowl to eat.

After not eating solid food for a long time, the first reaction of the esophagus is rejection.

Jiang Song couldn't help throwing up as soon as he took a bite, and Gu Changxi took it directly with his hands.

"..." Jiang Song took out a few paper towels to wipe his hands clean, "Otherwise, I'd better stop eating."

"Eat." Gu Changxi didn't give any room for negotiation, "If you eat one less of five wontons, you owe me 1000 million more."

"Ah? How can there be such a reason?" Jiang Song felt outrageous, "I am in debt, and I did things according to the creditor's orders. Shouldn't the debt be deducted?"

"It's okay." Gu Changyi didn't seem to care about these things, "If you eat one wonton, it will offset 1000 million, starting from five."

It was too late when Jiang Song felt that he was caught.

But it was really harder for him to eat than to take medicine. Xing Ce watched him chew for a long time and felt uncomfortable for him, "It's really suffering, suffering."

Fortunately, after the first two swallows, at least there was no throat reflex.

Jiang Song felt that Gu Changzhen was gently rubbing his stomach, and made a stern face, "Don't rub it, I'm not a child."

"You rub it for yourself, but it won't be worth the money." Gu Changxi said softly.

"Okay." Jiang Song held his breath.

He didn't believe that the nurse told him to eat less and more meals, so that this busy boy could stare at him without stopping.

The author has something to say: sooner or later, I will unlock the hospital

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