[Transmigration Book] His white moonlight became an assist

Cheng Yourang thought that as long as Qi Chi was prevented from signing the contract, nothing would happen.

When he rushed to the hospital in a hurry, he saw that the lights in the operating room were still on, and Qi Chi was still being rescued.

He stood at the door at a loss, his body was like a deflated ball, and he could only be pushed away.

"Are you Manager Qi's friend?"

Cheng Yourang turned his head and saw a young man in a suit.The man looked his age, with a student-like immaturity on his face.

Seeing that he didn't answer for a long time, the man continued to say: "Hello, I'm Manager Qi's assistant, you can call me Xiao He. The manager will send him to the hospital as soon as possible. Nothing will happen. Don't worry too much. "

Cheng Yourang nodded, walked to a chair beside him and sat down.

He pressed his temple with a headache, he wanted to jump out of the established plot, but he never thought about causing Qi Chi or Qiao Shumu to have an accident.

Qiao Shumu has always regarded him as a friend, and he can feel the care for him.

As for Qi Chi, although he has repeatedly disappointed and embarrassed him, he has no such malice towards him.

He knew that if the settings were still followed, Qi Chi would be fine, and he would definitely be able to wake up.But he still felt scared, he was afraid that there would be bad news, and he was afraid that he would face the lifeless Qi Chi.

He fell into a terrible self-panic, wondering if it was all a dream.He didn't have any so-called Chuanshu at all, he didn't know Qi Chi, and he didn't have anything to do with him.The handsome man he described is still from the book.

He admitted that as soon as he found out that he had become the protagonist of being abused, he was full of hostility towards the whole world.He is full of prejudice against Qi Chi.

He would infinitely magnify the humiliation he humiliated himself again and again, but he never paid attention to any shining points in him, his love for grandma, and the last limit of respect for himself.

He also knew that he didn't like his feelings.In terms of moving yourself, it may be full of compassion for everyone.

The door of the operating room finally opened, and several medical staff came out pushing the emergency bed.

Cheng Yourang had just been awakened, and when he was about to run forward, he saw that the young man who called himself Xiao He had already passed by.

He retracted his foot and stayed where he was.

"The doctor said that the operation was a success. Manager Qi's condition has stabilized and there is nothing serious. You can visit him when he wakes up. Sir, do you want to wait for him to wake up?"

After a while, Xiao He returned to him and asked softly.It seemed that he was frightened by his state, and he was afraid that if he said a word seriously, he would be shocked.

"Are you all right?" Cheng Yourang murmured, "I won't look at him anymore, I'm leaving."

"gentlemen!"

Xiao He called him from behind, and he continued walking unconsciously, leaving the hospital.

After that, Cheng Yourang didn't go to the hospital for two whole days.He heard that Qi Chi had woken up, was in good condition, and was still waiting for further examination in the hospital.

On the way, Qiao Shumu also asked him if he wanted to take a look, but he declined.

"I'm not a doctor either, so I can't help him with anything."

Unexpectedly, it was grandma who sent him to the hospital.

During dinner that night, grandma chatted with him: "I haven't seen Xiao Qi for a long time, I still want to ask him when he is free to come to our house for dinner?"

Cheng Yourang stopped holding the chopsticks, and said hesitantly: "Grandma, he probably doesn't have time to come recently."

"Why?" Grandma wondered, "Is he too busy at work?"

Cheng Yourang buried his head, and said in a muffled voice, "It's about the same, something happened to him recently."

Grandma asked worriedly: "What's the matter?"

Cheng Yourang: "There was a car accident."

"You child!" Grandma said anxiously, "You are not in a hurry when such a big event happened, how is it? Is there anything wrong?"

Cheng Yourang replied without emotion: "It's nothing serious, I'm in the hospital now."

Grandma was even more worried when he saw that he was not in a hurry.Maybe because of his withdrawn personality, he has no friends since he was a child.Grandma finally met a friend from home to play, and was afraid that he would not be able to keep him.

"I'll buy a chicken tomorrow morning, make chicken soup, and send it to him."

Grandma was worried, and a word made him have to make this trip.

When I entered the ward with the thermos bucket the next day, a burst of fragrance hit my face.Like some kind of woody fragrance, long and rich.

He walked in, and there was only Qi Chi in the ward, half leaning on the bed, still receiving fluids.

He was wearing a hospital gown, his face was a little pale, and he closed his eyes quietly.It was as quiet as a painting.

Hearing him push the door in, Qi Chi opened his eyes.

"You came."

Cheng Yourang walked in, sat on the side of the hospital bed, and let out a "hmm".

"What does it taste like?"

"I asked Xiao He to send the aromatherapy," Qi Chi replied, "but it's not my favorite smell."

Cheng Yourang didn't ask him what his favorite flavor was, and he didn't bother to ask, even if he asked, he couldn't understand: "Grandma made you chicken soup, would you like some?"

Qi Chi smiled: "Okay, I haven't had lunch yet."

Cheng Yourang took out a small bowl and took out a bowl of chicken soup.

The chicken soup is golden in color and rich in aroma, which shows the care of the old man.

Just as he was about to pass the bowl to him, Cheng Yourang suddenly noticed that one hand was wrapped in a bandage, and the other hand was holding a bottle.

"You..." Cheng Yourang hesitated, looking at each other, and finally asked, "You want me to feed you?"

He really didn't expect that a car accident made him a waste who couldn't take care of himself.

But Qi Chi was taken aback by his question and nodded.

Cheng Yourang has never fed anyone seriously since he grew up so big.In the past, feeding those nephews and nephews who were not half as tall as myself seemed to be pouring directly into their mouths with a bowl, without accumulating any experience.

He scooped up a spoonful of soup, blew it gently with his mouth like in TV dramas, and brought it to Qi Chi's lips.

Qi Chi leaned forward slightly, held the spoon in his mouth, and drank the chicken soup into his mouth.

"tasty?"

Hearing his question, Qi Chi swallowed the chicken soup and nodded, "I've never had such delicious chicken soup."

Seeing how well he can speak human language, Cheng Yourang thought he was trying to compliment grandma, and it was very useful, so he took another spoonful of soup and brought it to his mouth.

Qi Chi opened his mouth and drank.

After taking a few more sips, he suddenly asked, "It seems a little weak?"

Cheng Yourang didn't expect him to pick something wrong suddenly, and immediately glared at him.But he has never tasted how the chicken soup tastes, and he can't find the reason for wanting to have a seizure.

"Did you try it?"

Cheng Yourang took a sip suspiciously, savoring carefully: "Isn't it light? Are you so strong?"

Qi Chi smiled lowly and gave an explanation: "Maybe I'm sick and can't taste it."

Cheng You asked him to tell him: "Didn't you just say it was delicious? Open your eyes and talk nonsense?"

"It's really delicious," Qi Chi immediately complained, "I just can't taste the salty taste. Grandma's cooking turns out to be so delicious, you are so lucky."

Cheng Yourang was too lazy to argue with a patient, so he picked up a piece of boneless chicken and put it in his mouth.

"I'll have another sip of soup."

Cheng Yourang, who was serious about feeding the food, immediately followed suit and smiled meaningfully when his lips touched the spoon.

Cheng You shook his hand, and the soup spilled, flowing down the corner of Qi Chi's mouth.

He wanted to make amends, and immediately pulled out a few wet paper towels on the table to wipe him clean.

While wiping, his hand was held down.

Cheng Yourang's hand pinched the tissue and rested on his collarbone, and the temperature of the other hand came from the back of his hand.Cheng Yourang felt hot not only in his hands, but also in his face.

"Where else do you want to touch?"

Qi Chi raised his eyebrows frivolously, and let go of his hand.

With a conscience of heaven and earth, Cheng Yourang promised that he would never have the slightest idea of ​​touching his chest.He blushed with anger, and it took him a long time to hold back a sentence: "Who wants to touch you? Shameless!"

Qi Chi looked at him frankly: "You can touch it if you want to."

Cheng Yourang took a contemptuous look at the bandages wrapped around his body, and said back, "What am I touching? This white bandage on your body or your big piece of fat?"

"When I take off the bandage, you can feel how many pieces there are."

As the protagonist Gong with full golden fingers, Qi Chi's figure is naturally nothing to say.Cheng Yourang knew it clearly even if he had never seen it before, and felt that the sarcasm just now was asking for trouble.

"The chicken soup just now was fed to the dog, right?"

"I still want to drink," Qi Chi tugged at the corner of his clothes with the hand that was still infusion, "Didn't grandma make it for me?"

Cheng Yourang rolled his eyes, picked up the bowl of chicken soup on the table in despair, and passed the rim of the bowl to his mouth, tilting the bowl, regardless of whether it would flow on his body or not: "Come, drink!"