Pain at minus 7 degrees Celsius

Sheng Yuhui and Eason rushed to the emergency room downstairs and saw Li Ze sitting on the bench outside the door from a distance, holding his head in his hands and sitting there bent over. At that moment, Sheng Yuhui couldn't bear it.

Raising his hand to gently caress the burning and painful incision, Sheng Yuhui wobbled over step by step.

Li Ze tugged at the sleeve of Eason's white coat, the anxiety and worry in his eyes were palpable, and his speech was a bit incoherent.

"Eason, hurry up, you have to save Ah Hao, he had a high fever and vomited all night."

Sheng Yuhui stood not far away, unable to move anymore. From 7 years ago to now, all the eyes of the man in front of him were focused on the man lying in the emergency room, smiling for him, worried for him, He was tortured and fought for him, but he could only stand in a corner that he couldn't see, peeping at everything about him.

"Sheng Yuhui, if you /mother / want to go to hell, don't drag others to accompany you to suffer. Now you are happy? If there is any mistake, I will fight with you!"

Li Ze saw Sheng Yuhui, who was standing not far away, ran forward a few steps, grabbed his collar, his eyes were red and his eyes were tearing apart, the deep hatred in his eyes made Sheng Yuhui stagger, if it hadn't been for Li Ze Grabbing it, he was about to collapse to the ground, and the pain in his body woke up and exploded all over his body, which caught him off guard.

"What's up with him?"

"Get out, Sheng Yuhui, get out!" Dazed by anger, Li Ze didn't see Sheng Yuhui's extremely pale face and the sweat on his forehead, so he threw him away and put him behind his back on the wall.

It was less than 8 hours after the operation, and the high fever after the operation was only reflected at this time. Sheng Yuhui's eyes turned black after being thrown like this, but he still stubbornly did not touch the incision that might have been split. Holding his crumbling body against the cold wall and looking at Li Ze's back, he forced a wry smile. Perhaps, he really did it himself, so he couldn't live.

As soon as Eason pushed open the door of the emergency room and came out, Li Ze hurried up to meet him.

"How is he? Is his life in danger? Did he wake up?"

"It's just acute gastritis caused by improper use of drugs and excessive drinking. There is no major problem. You can basically recover after a few days of recuperation in the hospital."

Eason is an out-and-out American, but he speaks fluent Mandarin. After all, the people who work under Sheng Yuhui are all elites among the elites, but for some reason, for such a devil, They turned out to be devoted to each other.

When Li Ze saw Xiao Hao who was pushed out, his face was as pale as paper but flushed abnormally, his chapped lips were tightly pursed into a straight line, and his brows were deeply wrinkled.

"Why is he drowsy?"

"His body needs to repair itself, so I put a sedative in the drip, don't worry."

Li Ze stared intently at Xiao Hao who was in a coma, and followed the nurse pushing the bed to the ward carefully step by step.

Sheng Yuhui leaned against the snow-white wall and looked at Li Ze, who was full of Xiao Hao, and walked past him without lifting his head. At this moment, he didn't even have the strength to keep himself upright, and slid down the wall uncontrollably Fortunately, Eason supported him in time.

Sheng Yuhui looked back at him gratefully. At this time, even if he vomited blood and passed out or was about to die, Aze would not look back at him.

"Boss, how are you?"

"Don't let Aze hear..."

Li Ze stayed in front of Xiao Hao's hospital bed every step of the way, reaching out his hand to caress/touch the contours of his face, tirelessly over and over again, and only at this time, this man truly belonged to him.

Last night, the exhausted Xiao Hao, who was tortured by high fever and vomiting, looked at him with contempt and even a trace of fear. He would rather collapse on the floor of the bathroom than let him touch it. The pills he handed over He Shui was knocked down by him waved again and again.

Li Ze has always known Xiao Hao's stubbornness and bottom line. His desperate gamble finally made Xiao Hao let go of all his intolerance and trust in him. One night, he could only watch Xiao Hao leaning helplessly against the wall of the bathroom Vomiting from time to time, the liver and intestines were broken until the early morning when I hugged my stomach and curled up my legs, my face was covered with cold sweat until I collapsed.

It was already evening when Xiao Hao woke up. Li Ze made several phone calls before Eason picked it up and hurried over, rechecked all the data, explained the precautions, and hurried away.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Li Ze always felt that when Eason was looking at him, there was a trace of imperceptible anger and accusation in his eyes.

Even so, Eason sent someone to deliver millet porridge afterwards. Xiao Hao basically hadn’t eaten for many days and couldn’t eat anything else. Li Ze stared at the thermos in a daze. Kind of similar.

Li Ze asked the nurse to help take out a bowl of millet porridge from the thermos, and then picked it up to feed Xiao Hao, but he saw that the man was about to get up stubbornly.

"Ah Hao, what are you doing? I'll help you."

"Ahem... I'll do it myself."

"It's inconvenient to have an IV in your hand."

"I will do it myself."

Xiao Hao propped himself up and wanted to sit up, but his body was very weak due to the high fever, and he couldn't exert any strength after several attempts. Seeing this, Li Ze raised the bed a little higher, and then helped his slightly stiff body to lay down behind his waist. He took two soft pillows and picked up the bowl.

"Ah Hao, don't be so guarded against me, I didn't take any medicine this time."

"You go out."

"Ah Hao."

"I don't want to say it a second time."

Xiao Hao was still very dizzy, leaning on the soft pillow with his eyes slightly closed, and resting his right hand on his abdomen, the pain in there had already eased, and now only a dull dull pain remained.

I finally understand why pain needs empathy. It turns out that if you don’t experience the kind of eternal pain, you will never know how hard it will be to endure it, and how hard it will be to endure it.

On weekdays, he only knows that his A Yue has a stomachache, can't eat and sleep well, and secretly takes painkillers behind his back. He feels distressed but can't do much. Most of the time, he doesn't even know that he is enduring severe convulsions without saying a word. How hard it would be to endure every second, and finally experienced it once on such an occasion, and finally experienced that unbearable pain for myself, Xiao Hao's heartfelt love for Cheng Yue is nothing but longing.

He struggled to reach for the mobile phone on the bedside table, pulling the infusion tube back and forth, and there was a mess in front of his eyes. Li Ze, who was standing by the bedside, also saw Xiao Hao's intention to reach for the mobile phone, and quickly pressed him down. With a moving hand, he reached for the phone and handed it to Xiao Hao.

Xiao Hao couldn't wait to press the shortcut key, and couldn't wait to hear Cheng Yue's voice.

When Cheng Yue's deep and hoarse voice came through the receiver, Xiao Hao felt inexplicably at ease, holding the phone and forgetting to speak.

"Xiao Hao?"

"..."

"Xiao Hao, why don't you speak?"

"A Yue."

"kindness."

"A Yue."

"I'm here."

"Are you feeling unwell?"

Cheng Yue looked up at the drip bottle with less than half of the drip on his head, feeling a little helpless. He just got off the operating table and communicated with the observing experts for less than an hour before he was dragged back to the office by Qiao Jiawen to get an injection. This kid has become more and more unscrupulous recently It's so disrespectful, and so many experts and scholars rushed the vice president and Feng Zhichu to help deal with it.

"No."

"Have you had stomach pain these days?"

"No."

"Have you eaten well?"

"kindness."

"Did you take your medicine on time?"

"kindness."

"A Yue, I miss you."

Li Ze was standing at the end of the bed and was about to leave. Xiao Hao's voice was hoarse, deep and slightly weak, but it revealed a trace of tenderness and dependence. This was something he had never seen before, and he almost rushed out of the ward at the speed of running away. Xiao Hao just said that he missed him in front of another person like no one else, every word seemed to be cut in his heart with a knife.

Leaning helplessly against the wall outside the door, Li Ze squatted down with his forehead propped up. Where did he go wrong, what did he do wrong, he couldn't court love, he couldn't survive.

Squatting in front of the door until his legs went numb, Li Ze slowly raised his head. At this moment, he actually wanted to see Sheng Yuhui, and only later did he remember his gray face and the man who grabbed his collar in the morning. With the scorching temperature on his body, he couldn't help walking towards Sheng Yuhui's special ward with his feet.

Eason just opened the door and came out of the ward, and was a little surprised to see Li Ze, who was in a daze. Just now he was by that person's side and never left him, and now he ran over to stimulate Sheng Yuhui to do something, good education and peace The habit he had developed during the day still made him call out respectfully.

"Master Ze?"

"Sheng Yuhui... What happened to him?"

"Master Ze finally remembered to ask if the boss said he was dead or alive?"

"What do you mean?"

"Didn't you notice any abnormality in the boss in the morning? Boss had stomach bleeding/bleeding intermittently for two weeks, and last night he had a large stomach bleeding/bleeding and had to be operated on. Just after waking up from anesthesia, your call came in. After pulling out the needle, I followed me to the emergency room. I thought that even if you don’t have the heart to hate him, you should be affected by his love for so many years. At least you can see that he is not feeling well. I didn’t expect you to still Will do it under that kind of situation, do you know that after going out for a while in the morning, his incision was split and sent to the operating room again, Master Ze, you really let me down."

"I...he...how is he?" Li Ze listened to Eason's cold rebuke, with mixed feelings in his heart. He was somewhat aware of Sheng Yuhui's poor health all year round. Eason, as his personal doctor, was almost perennial. In and out of Sheng Yuhui's residence, it's just that Xiao Hao couldn't pay attention to his situation because of excessive worry at that time in the morning.

"I woke up when I went to check on your friend just now. The situation is not good. The fever has not subsided, and I have stomach cramps/convulsions twice. I asked the nurse to prepare antispasmodic injections."

"I... go in and have a look."

Li Ze hesitated a little when he pushed the door, he was actually a little afraid of seeing Sheng Yuhui. Except when he was sick, this man always looked like a king looking down on the world. He was used to his dominance and power, but he was always Not used to his weak and weak appearance.

Sheng Yuhui was lying on the hospital bed with his eyes closed, the gastric tube connected to his nasal cavity still had residual blood flowing out, his body was tense, his hands were pierced with needles but his knuckles were tightly clenched into fists Bai, obviously enduring great pain, the blood plasma bag hanging on the shelf is particularly glaring at this moment, Li Ze stood at the end of the bed and couldn't move anymore.

Sheng Yuhui heard the sound of the door opening and wanted to turn his head, but because of another wave of spasms in his stomach, he closed his eyes and endured it. The sound of footsteps stopped at the end of the bed and did not move. When Sheng Yuhui realized that it was not a nurse, he suddenly opened his eyes and saw Standing at the end of the bed, the pain in Li Ze's eyes couldn't even be concealed before closing them again. The wave after wave of convulsions/convulsions seemed to be haunted by demons and refused to let him go. Hearing how vicious and heartless words Li Ze said.

Seeing Sheng Yuhui's relaxed body without warning, Li Ze panicked for a moment. He stepped over and pressed the call bell at the bedside, and within half a minute Eason opened the door with an injection.

Li Ze just stood at the head of the bed and watched Eason calmly roll up Sheng Yuhui's sleeves, unhurriedly insert the needle into the vein of the arm full of pinhole bruises, and push the medicine. The blood beads made Li Ze feel inexplicably distressed, and subconsciously spit out a question.

"Why don't you bury the needle in him?"

Eason put the syringe on the bedside table, took a cotton ball and pressed the needle hole, and turned to look at Li Ze.

"Master Ze, you really never cared about the boss, don't you know that the boss's veins are allergic to indwelling needles?"

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