Sweetheart is a thorn in the side ABO

Qi Yanqing also frowned tightly in his drowsiness, shaking from time to time, his body convulsed and convulsed.

Lu Yichao wrapped clean clothes around him, and leaned against the car door, letting him completely lean in his arms.

Raindrops hit the window glass, like a lullaby, and no one in the car spoke.

The journey was long, and when the car was halfway through, Qi Yanqing suddenly trembled, turned around and lay down and retched.

Lu Yichao patted him on the back and watched him press his stomach with both hands, "Qi Yanqing! Stomach hurts?"

"Uh..." Qi Yanqing groaned in pain, lying weakly on Lu Yichao's lap, retching, unable to vomit anything, dizzy, with double images in front of his eyes.

Tan Wang took the water and said to Lu Yichao, "Hold him, I'll pour some water in, he might be poisoned by food."

The radish that Qi Yanqing was holding just now was all rotten, and his heart was dark, he didn't know how much he ate.

Lu Yichao picked up Qi Yanqing, lifted his chin, and asked him to raise his head slightly, "Qingqing, open your mouth and let's drink some water..."

Tan Lu poured warm water into him, frowned and pressed his stomach, observing his reaction, "The stomach problem is probably getting worse, it's not getting better..."

Lu Yichao was stunned for a moment, "When did he have stomach problems? Isn't he always fine, but he doesn't eat much."

Tan Lu looked at him indifferently, "Before you separated, it was fine, but after Grandpa Qi's accident, he couldn't do it anymore. He kept spinning, didn't sleep, couldn't eat, and his stomach problems were all made by himself."

Lu Yichao moved his mouth, his voice was much lower, "...I don't know about this."

"What do you know?" Tan Wang sighed.

As he spoke, he wiped Qi Yanqing's mouth and touched his cheeks, which became a little hot. He asked gently, "Yanqing, do you still want to vomit? Does it hurt here?"

Qi Yanqing curled up with her knees on her stomach, not wanting to speak.

"Go to sleep." Tan Wang's voice was very deep, mixed with the sound of rain, it sounded very safe, "We will be home when you wake up."

Qi Yanqing closed his eyes, his face was covered with cold sweat, even though he was covered with clothes, he still felt very cold.

Tan Lu kept trying the temperature on his forehead, and he was already running a fever. There was a medicine box in the car, but he couldn't just take medicine in this situation.

Tan Lu could only call him over and over again to check his physical condition.

Before seeing Qi Yanqing today, he thought he could only wait for his body.

Tan Huang said slowly: "I have been homeless for nearly four months, I never thought... there is really a miracle."

Lu Yichao's throat was dry and his eyes were hot and humid, he hugged Qi Yanqing tightly.

"Yanqing, you are really... amazing." Tan Wang smiled and talked to the confused Qi Yanqing, "If you don't have a stomachache, you can talk to me, remember Brother Tan?"

Lu Yichao immediately went to see Qi Yanqing, and saw that Qi Yanqing didn't respond, just staring at something with lowered eyes.

no response.

It's not the same as when I heard my own name.

Lu Yizhao's breathing was dull and painful, and the fine needles were swimming in his body along with his breathing.

Do you cry only when you hear his name?

"Yanqing, close your eyes, don't think about it, your stomach will stop hurting in a while." Tan Wang was still comforting him.

"Brother Tan is here, Brother Tan can save you, the sea is very cold, and it's so dark that you can't see anything, how warm it is now, isn't it?"

After Qi Yanqing vomited a few times, he didn't sleep anymore, his eyes were slightly lowered, and he listened to nonsense.

Apart from being able to hug Qi Yanqing, Lu Yichao couldn't get in a word.

At noon they arrived at Tan Wang's hospital.

When getting off the car, Lu Yizhao just wanted to hug Qi Yanqing, but Qi Yanqing got off by himself, pushing his shoulders, not letting him touch her.

Seeing that he was still pressing his stomach, Lu Yichao whispered, "Your stomach hurts, let me carry you in."

Qi Yanqing took a step back and stuck to the side of the car, unwilling.

Tan Wang said gently: "Then Brother Tan, can you do it?"

Qi Yanqing stared at Tan Wang for a long time, neither refusing nor accepting.

Tan Zhuan's smile became more gentle, and he pulled up his coat, "Did you forget? There is your room, and you like the big transparent window the most. You also grow flowers, let's go and see the flowers."

Qi Yanqing seemed to be loose.

Tan Wang said regretfully, "You raised the flower yourself, don't you want it?"

Then Lu Yichao watched Qi Yanqing leave with Tan Huang.

He stood there for a few seconds, then accelerated to follow, and took Qi Yanqing's hand again.

Even if Qi Yanqing doesn't remember anything, he won't be obedient, he is still him and will always have his own thoughts.

Thinking of this, Lu Yichao felt even more pained and empty in his heart, flustered and frightened.

Qi Yanqing's uneasiness was too obvious, considering his psychological problems, Tan Wang decided to take a tranquilizer first after the routine blood test showed no problems.

"What he needs most now is rest." Tan Hua said, "The body is too weak, and the spirit has been highly concentrated."

Lu Yichao sat by the bed, held Qi Yanqing's hand and did not speak.

Tan Wang looked at the report card with a serious face, "The inflammation in the whole body is too high, and he should have been having repeated fevers all the time. He is too patient and others can't see anything wrong."

"The gland is also injured. I'll apply some medicine to bandage it first. I'm afraid he will wake up after the examination."

"And his feet, the infection is too serious, I don't even know how he survived..."

Lu Yichao lowered his head and said suddenly: "I will take care of him."

Tan Wang looked at him, "The marks on his glands haven't been cleared. In theory, he needs your company, but you have also seen that he is very repulsive to you."

Lu Yi shook his eyes a few times, and forced out a voice from his throat, "I..."

Tan Huang interrupted him: "First stay in the hospital for observation, and then consider the next step after completing all the examinations. Tonight you will be with me or I will be with you."

"I'm with you."

"Okay." Tan Wang pressed his shoulder, "Then it's hard work for you to take care of Yanqing."

Lu Yichao was speechless.

The ward was quiet. This ward was the same as what Tan Wang said just now. The sunlight was particularly good, and there was a row of succulents on the window sill.

Lu Yichao withdrew his gaze and looked at Qi Yanqing.

The sky is clear here, and the torrential rain just now is like a dream.

He had had this dream too many times, dreaming that Qi Yanqing appeared in front of him, but seeing him disappear when he woke up from the dream.

Lu Yichao sighed weakly, he lowered his body, and put his forehead against Qi Yanqing's hand, the slightly warm body temperature gave him a sense of reality.

He also had the same dream over and over again, dreaming that Qi Yanqing slipped from his hand and fell into the deep sea, then was smashed and swallowed.

Lu Yichao breathed tremblingly, clenched Qi Yanqing's hand, and kissed the scar on his wrist reverently.

Qi Yanqing's voice echoed in his ears, clear and decisive, with a smile on his face.

"Lu Yichao, I'm leaving, can you hold me back?"

Lu Yichao suddenly tightened his hands, his breathing was rapid, his chest heaved violently, and he said in a low voice: "Qi Yanqing, I will definitely hold you this time...don't leave."

The sky is getting darker and the stars and the moon are shining through the window.

The room was so quiet that the sound of breathing and rapid heartbeat could be heard.

Lu Yichao shuddered and sat up straight, his mind went blank, and then he realized that he fell asleep at some point, and he was still holding Qi Yanqing's hand with both hands, his wrist was red.

He rubbed it guiltily, and when he looked up, he saw that Qi Yanqing was already awake, staring out the window motionlessly.

"Qi..." He only uttered one word, and his voice was blocked by his mouth.

Qi Yanqing was sitting on the head of the bed, the cool moonlight fell on him, making his complexion whiter, and his facial features became more deep and three-dimensional after losing weight.

At this moment, Lu Yichao was a little afraid to speak.

The Qi Yanqing at this moment is very similar to before. During the many nights when they were happy, Qi Yanqing leaned against the bedside and smoked like this.

His expression was indifferent and good-looking, as if he didn't pay attention to anyone.

Lu Yichao moved forward and sat on the edge of the bed.

Qi Yanqing didn't seem to be sick, except for these black and out-of-focus eyes.

He caressed Qi Yanqing's cold arm, and raised the quilt for him, his voice was especially deep at night, "What are you looking at?"

Qi Yanqing shook his head.

Lu Yizhao gently turned back his shoulders, let him lean on the soft pillow, looked into his blank eyes, and asked softly, "Aren't you going to sleep?"

Qi Yanqing nodded.

Lu Yichao put his hand on his neck, stroking his Adam's apple with his thumb, and said in an unsteady voice, "Does your throat hurt? Why haven't you spoken?"

Lu Yichao's eyes were reddish, he was sore and uncomfortable, the night amplified his emotions, and the too quiet environment couldn't hide his sadness.

"...Qi Yanqing, why didn't you speak anymore."

Lu Yichao saw that he still didn't respond, he could understand these words, maybe hit his head, but he could understand.

I don't speak now because I don't want to speak.

He stroked Qi Yanqing's hair, it had grown a lot, it was not as smooth as before, without luster, he touched it with his hands, he ran it all the way to the end of the hair, and repeated it many times.

He spoke slowly, his voice low as if he was talking to himself: "Qi Yanqing, do you hate me to death?"

He must have hated him.

Otherwise, I won't let go, and I don't want to see myself again.

Otherwise, I wouldn't cry when I heard his name.

"Qi Yanqing." He read these three words in a low voice, sat on the edge of the bed and hugged Qi Yanqing, touched his thin and thin back, pressed him into his arms, and swayed his body slowly like coaxing a child.

He took a few deep breaths, hot air gushed out of his eyes, he choked up and pressed his face against Qi Yanqing's neck.

"Just hate me, don't go, okay?"

Qi Yanqing still didn't speak, he felt that his neck was a little hot, which made him uncomfortable.

Lu Yichao also wanted to imitate Tan Wang's way of comforting Qi Yanqing and letting him sleep well.

But he found that he couldn't do it at all, he was not calm, he couldn't be calm and gentle.

After a long time, Qi Yanqing was still coaxed to sleep by Lu Yichao, who was still very weak, and was hugged and rocked by him again, and fell asleep listening to his sobs.

The next day, Tan Huang gave Qi Yanqing a gland check. The wound here was not properly bandaged, and the scar was obvious, red, swollen and inflamed.

"It will hurt, you grab him." Tan Wang said.

Lu Yichao quickly hugged Qi Yanqing, let him sit on his lap, turned his back to Tan Lu and began to treat the wound.

As soon as the knife and tweezers touched the back of his neck, he trembled violently, but he didn't say a word, gritted his teeth and endured it forcefully.

Tan Wang looked serious, "Like a scratch."