School grass is reborn to save me

Before in the ambulance, he would brush his bangs with his fingers to relieve his emotions, but now... he won't be playing with his mobile phone, right?Or close your eyes and go to sleep?

Cen Qingxuan just wanted to open one eye and take a look, when Shu Yang's fingers suddenly covered his hand that was administering the needle.

As if he was afraid of hurting him or waking him up, Shu Yang didn't dare to cover it completely, and only touched Cen Qinghui's fingertips lightly with his fingertips.

"sorry."

The voice was very soft, and in the empty ward, Cen Qingxuan was suddenly heartbroken.

Cen Qinghui looked at the other party, the boy who was cold and arrogant in the eyes of many classmates and could be the first in grade was lowering his head and eyebrows, like a child who did something wrong.

"I can't see you like this." Cen Qinghui said.

"Huh?" Shu Yang raised his head, "...what kind?"

"Obviously I did nothing wrong, but I still have to apologize to me." Cen Qinghui said, "The little sausage belongs to the class monitor, and Chen Shuo took it out. I chose it myself among a bunch of spicy sausages, corn sausages, and small grilled sausages." It. No one hurt me this time, pure bad luck. Even...you came to school today, I might still eat it. At most... at most, come to the hospital half an hour earlier. "

"En." Shu Yang responded lightly.

"Don't be yelling. Do you understand?" Cen Qingyu wanted to raise his head, but Shu Yang quickly supported his back and propped him up.

"Let's not talk about it now, what did you gain from meeting Zhao Changfu?"

Shu Yang nodded, took out a copy of the portrait sketch from his school bag, and handed it to Cen Qingyi.

"This is the account manager who introduced the job to Zhao Changfu?"

Cen Qingxuan carefully looked at the person in the painting. This person's facial features were quite bookish, and he was wearing glasses. This kind of knowledgeable appearance could easily win Zhao Changfu's trust.

Shu Yang asked: "Look at this man, have you seen him before?"

Cen Qingxuan narrowed her eyes, "It seems...a little bit familiar...but I really can't remember..."

"What's wrong? What did you think of?" Shu Yang approached and asked.

"He seems to have appeared in the place where I distributed the keys. While I was waiting in the shop, someone asked the boss, 'How much does it cost to distribute this kind of key'."

Shu Yang approached him, lowered his voice and asked, "Are you sure?"

"Yeah. I prepared the key and left. That person seems to be still talking to the boss in the small shop." Cen Qinghui said.

"The police will take this sketch to see Xu Hanyang to see how he reacts. But if they don't find this person, there is no way to prove what Zhao Changfu said."

"Well, there is no way to connect Zhao Changfu and Xu Hanyang for the time being." Cen Qinghui let out a breath, then looked at Shu Yang, "Hey, you were tired all morning, and I was frightened again, you want Don't you want to sleep for a while?"

After finishing speaking, Cen Qingxi moved to the side, signaling Shu Yang to sleep with her.

Shu Yang shook his head, "The nurse who changed the dressing will come and ask who among us is sick."

"That's right. Then... lie down for a while." Cen Qinghui said.

Shu Yang shook his head, "I don't sleep."

Cen Qinghui immediately remembered what Shu Yang once said, that he lost his most important person when he fell asleep.

"Go to sleep. This is a hospital, a public place. There are so many doctors and nurses walking around in broad daylight, and there are patients' family members going in and out. If someone wanted to harm me, I wouldn't choose this place. You don't really think it's like a beautiful country. As in the movie, the killer put on a doctor's clothes and entered my ward, and added poison to my drip? I won't give them that chance." After Cen Qinghui finished speaking, she raised her injection hand to relax Young.

Shu Yang had no choice but to lie down.

Cen Qinghui put her hand gently on Shu Yang's head, "Go to sleep."

After five or six minutes, Shu Yang seemed to have fallen asleep.

Cen Qinghui quietly took out his mobile phone from his pocket, the group in his class was already blown up, everyone was discussing his condition.

Chen Shuo: [Ah Qing!Ah Qing!Are you still alive?After thinking about it, I still can't inherit your money!There must be debts in Huabei! 】

Damn, Chen Yudie!My life and death are uncertain, yet you are still thinking about my money!

Cen Qinghui tilted her mouth.

Squad leader: [Cen Qinghui, if something happens to you, I can only commit suicide and apologize! 】

Alas, I know monitor you are innocent.You don't need to commit suicide and apologize, just be generous when you want to copy your homework in the future.

Mu Ning: [5555, Ah Qing, if you are safe and sound, Xinnan is willing to live a healthy life from now on and not stay up all night, quit junk food, instant noodles, and bacon sausages! 】

Damn, shouldn't you live a healthy life?Fuck me!

Xia Zhi's private message was concise and clear: [? 】

Cen Qinghui replied to him: 【Still alive, let them howl a little longer. 】

Xia Zhi: [. 】

Swipe with one hand, and you will get a text message.

When he saw the last message of "Master" [It is not suitable to eat instant noodles these days], he felt dumbfounded.

He couldn't help but reply to the other party: [Master, the instant noodles are indeed expired and cannot be eaten.But it was expired sausages that sent me to the hospital.Are you predicting correctly or not? 】

After posting, Cen Qinghui heard a slight vibration, which seemed to come from Shu Yang's backpack.

The next second, Cen Qingyu's phone vibrated. It turned out that Teacher Han in the homework group asked everyone to submit their essays on time and circled everyone.

Cen Qinghui let out a breath, English composition, it's terrible.

Shu Yang's phone probably vibrated because of the same group message.

Turning his face to the side, seeing Shu Yang lying on his bedside, sleeping with his arms on his pillow, Cen Qingxuan suddenly felt extremely grateful.

Did I save the earth in my previous life? Otherwise, how could someone like Shu Yang believe in his unfounded suspicions, accompany him to find answers, and even run around for him, protecting him all the time.

If there was no Shu Yang, he would probably have gone crazy with fear.

After a while, Jiao Ting came over, looking at Shu Yang who was lying prone, feeling guilty.Originally, my son should be taken care of by himself, but I didn't expect this deskmate and neighbor to be more attentive than myself.

Cen Qinghui made a small gesture, and Jiao Ting nodded, trying not to make a sound.

When it was almost dinner time, the corridor outside the ward became bustling, and the smell of food could be heard intermittently.

Cen Qinghui didn't have much appetite, she tugged at the corner of her mother's clothes, and pointed at Shu Yang, Jiao Ting immediately understood that Cen Qinghui wanted to buy dinner for Shu Yang.

In the corridor came the voice of family members complaining that the hospital cafeteria was not good. Shu Yang scratched the top of his head and sat up slowly, when he heard Cen Qinghui acting like a baby to Jiao Ting.

"Mom~ Mom~ Look at my heels are worn out, I want a pair of new shoes!" Taking advantage of her illness, Cen Qing wanted to take out Jiao Ting's wallet.

Seeing that Shu Yang sat up, Jiao Ting said with a cold face on purpose: "Shu Yang, judge me, don't you wear new shoes?"

"What he needs is not new shoes, but a wheelchair," Shu Yang said.

Jiao Ting smiled: "It makes sense. Break your leg now!"

Cen Qinghui didn't expect Shu Yang to reach an agreement with his mother, and sighed, "Okay, I don't want the new shoes, and I can't drive the wheelchair."

"Auntie, I'll go buy some white porridge for Cen Qingyi. You can't get white porridge for takeaway." Shu Yang said.

"How dare you? Let me go. Yangyang, what do you want to eat?" Jiao Ting asked.

"It's okay, I'm not very hungry. What would Aunt Jiao want to eat? I just went down for a walk." Shu Yang said.

Jiao Ting thinks about it too. The half-grown boy has been in the hospital for so long, so he definitely wants to take a walk.

"Auntie is not picky about food, you can buy whatever you want and come back."

"Okay." Shu Yang took the phone from his backpack and went out.

Jiao Ting watched him leave, and sighed, "What do you think about Yangyang's parents? Such a good child, good at studying, strong ability to live independently, and so sensible, I have never met his parents Come see him. Did you hear his parents call him?"

Cen Qingyun shook her head, feeling a little sad in her heart.

"If I hadn't raised you for nearly 18 years, I'd rather trade you for Shu Yang!" Jiao Ting scolded, but seeing her son's pitiful appearance, she couldn't stop feeling distressed.

Cen Qingyun's cell phone vibrated, and he took it over to see if someone cared about him, but he suddenly realized that it was a message from the "Master".

The master actually replied to my message!

Cen Qinghui sat up suddenly, which startled Jiao Ting.

That text message only had three words [Sorry].

Cen Qinghui's heart seemed to be pricked by a very thin needle, and the dull pain spread from the bottom of her heart to her limbs and veins. What appeared in front of her was Shu Yang sitting on the edge of the hospital bed with his head bowed.

What does the phrase "I'm sorry" mean?Did he not predict the expired sausage?Why should he say "I'm sorry" when he reminds himself of so many things without charging a penny?

Jiao Ting just received a call from her colleague, and said apologetically to Cen Qinghui: "Mom is away for a while, there is a patient in the emergency department, I will go and see, and I will be right back."

Cen Qinghui nodded.

As soon as Jiao Ting left, Cen Qinghui couldn't help calling back the master's cell phone number.

This time it worked!

One, two, three... The other party didn't hang up!

The heart beat violently, and Cen Qingxuan's fingertips were trembling slightly.

will you answer my call

Can I hear your voice this time?

The fourth tone, the fifth tone, still no connection.

Do you put your phone away, or are you hesitant to talk to me?

The sixth sound, the seventh sound, Cen Qinghui's heart dropped from the highest point, it seems that this time the "Master" still won't answer the phone.

Just when Cen Qingyi sighed, the end suddenly connected!

The sounds of the street and the chatter of people around came, and Cen Qinghui's falling heart was aroused again.

"Are you... are you the master who keeps texting me?"

He heard a slight breathing sound, and the other party has not spoken, wondering if he is hesitating whether to make a sound.

Cen Qinghui was suddenly very afraid that the other party would hang up the phone, so she rushed to say, "Just listen to me! You don't need to say 'sorry' to me! I want to say thank you to you! Although I don't know how you expected those things Things happen, but you helped me! Thank you!"

After Cen Qinghui finished speaking in one breath, the other party still didn't reply, but they didn't hang up either, which made Cen Qinghui feel an indescribable joy.

It was as if he was getting closer to that person.

"I believe you are a good person. I just want to ask you one thing. If you really... really can predict, please help me."

Cen Qingxi paused, he didn't know if he was being abrupt, if the "Master" wanted to hang up the phone and refuse him, it was right.

There were two gentle knocks on the phone from the other end, and Cen Qinghui immediately understood what the other party meant.

The "Master" made him speak his wish.

"I have a good friend named Shu Yang. He has helped me many times and saved me. He has been helping me investigate a person who may be dangerous. I am afraid that something will happen to him. I don't know if you can predict him If he is in danger, can you remind me? I... I can deal with danger by myself, but I don't want him to suffer any harm!"

There was a long silence on the other side.

Cen Qinghui realized that he was really abrupt and greedy, and the other party kept reminding him, should everyone around him be counted?

"I'm sorry, I was too greedy. But I'm so glad you answered my call. I believe you are a good person, and I believe that you have some reasons not to let me know who you are. But I really appreciate you."

There were two more soft "clicks" from the other side.

Then the phone hung up.

Cen Qinghui let out a sigh of relief, holding the phone in her hand and looking through the messages that "Master" had sent to herself one by one.

Suddenly, a new message appeared: [I will always protect you. 】

Cen Qingyun rubbed his eyes, he didn't think he was dreaming, did he?

"Master" said he would protect him too?

Jiao Ting rushed to the emergency room, and her colleagues informed her that there was an emergency operation, but when she arrived, she was told that the operation had been handed over to the deputy director Zhong Xiao.

And there were seven or eight police officers outside the operating room, and one of them was Officer Lin who arrived at the first time that night when Xu Hanyang attacked Cen Qinghui.

Police Officer Lin had cigarettes pinned to his ears, and touched them from time to time, appearing anxious about the application, but there was no uncomfortable emotion in this anxiety.The other police officers only frowned, worried but not in pain.

Jiao Ting has been in the emergency department for so many years, and she is very good at observing the emotions of the family members, so she judged that it was neither the police nor the family members.

She walked over step by step, frowning and asked, "Officer Lin, why are you here? Who is in the operating room?"

Officer Lin was stunned when he saw her: "Jiao... Director Jiao... inside..."

Seeing him hesitating, a name flashed in her mind.

"It's Xu Hanyang inside? What happened to him?" Jiao Ting asked.

Officer Lin didn't know how to answer, when Captain Liang came over.

"Director Jiao, the one inside is indeed Xu Hanyang. You are the director here, and it is almost impossible to hide it from you."

"What happened to him?" Jiao Ting asked again.

"He got into a fight with someone in prison and his spleen was pierced," Captain Liang said.

"Did you bleed profusely?"

Captain Liang nodded, "On the principle of evasion, I'm sorry that I called you here but Deputy Director Zhong was replaced for this operation."

Jiao Ting closed her eyes and took a deep breath, "I thank you for not letting me do this operation. As a doctor standing on the operating table, I must do my best to save him. But as a mother, I hope He never woke up again."

"If he can survive, we will transfer him away as soon as his condition stabilizes."

Jiao Ting folded her arms and turned to leave.

Cen Qinghui leaned on the pillow and checked his phone for a while, when there were somewhat familiar footsteps in the corridor, he found that even though there were so many other voices, he could still easily distinguish Shu Yang's footsteps.

He came in with two plastic bags.

"I bought you porridge."

"Ah... White porridge... Preserved egg and lean meat porridge is also fine..."

"Do you still dare to eat preserved eggs?" Shu Yang raised his eyelids, obviously warning him to be more honest, but Cen Qinghui saw a bit of tenderness.

Cen Qinghui quickly shook her head, "I'll drink porridge, I'll drink porridge!"

After receiving the porridge, Cen Qingmei narrowed her eyes and looked at Shu Yang.

"What's wrong with you? Your eyes are red."

"Maybe the eyes were smoky from the cooking," Shu Yang said.

Cen Qinghui leaned closer, while Shu Yang rarely leaned back, as if trying to avoid him.

"I thought you were crying."

"Why am I crying?"

"I thought my uncle would die this time." Cen Qinghui said.

Shu Yang sighed, "I know you won't be able to die. But I know you will definitely be in pain."

Cen Qinghui was holding the white porridge, and didn't know what to say for a while.

Jiao Ting also came back after seeing the patient, and Shu Yang brought her a box of pork ribs steamed rice.

"Thank you Yangyang. How do you know that I like the ribs steamed rice?" Jiao Ting asked with a smile.

"Auntie's taste is relatively light, so I chose this." Shu Yang said.

Cen Qinghui murmured in her heart, anyway, Shu Yang is careful and careful in everything he does, if he buys fried screw peppers with chaotian peppers for you, you will say it tastes the same to you.

Jiao Ting didn't let go of Cen Qingyi's small expression, and poked him on the face.

"Don't think that you can skip class if you eat bad food and have a stomachache. The doctor said, you are fine now. You can be discharged from the hospital tomorrow morning, and you can go back to class after a day off at most." Ever since I knew that Xu Hanyang was also here In the hospital, Jiao Ting hoped that Cen Qinghui could leave as soon as possible.

"Oh." Cen Qinghui actually didn't dislike class that much.

What a great class, Shu Yang was sleeping next to him, and Chen Shuo, Mu Ning and Xia Zhi were chatting with him.

It was quite boring just lying on the bed like this, and Shu Yang also woke up, sitting beside him with arms folded like this, like a door god.

"Do you still remember what you promised me?" Cen Qingyun leaned over and asked in a low voice.

"Burn the limited edition sneakers for you?" Shu Yang asked.

"No." Cen Qingyi glanced at Jiao Ting who was communicating with the patient on her mobile phone.