What if you don't want to fall in love with the school bully?

Jiang Qixiao was actually a little worried that Wang Zhong would default on Yang Shaoqing's surgery fee or something, but Wang Zhong showed an active cooperation, which made him very strange.

Isn't it wrong? How could you hand over the money so happily.

Yang Shaoqing's surgery was scheduled for the fifth day after the injury, and after half of the swelling in his ankle subsided, he was pushed into the operating room.

Yang Shaoqing originally felt that in his eyes, all the traumatic injuries would pass by gritting his teeth and stomping his feet.

However, after the actual bone setting operation, he, Yang Shaoqing, a high school grassroots and school bully, was so gorgeous that he was slapped in the face.

"Hey, let me tell you, can't you bear all skin wounds and pains except for internal organs?"

Shi He couldn't come to the hospital because of something outside, so Jiang Qixiao naturally accompanied Yang Shaoqing to the hospital, and saw Yang Shaoqing lying on the hospital bed looking weak and dying after the operation , I just felt funny in my heart, and I didn't forget to tease him a few words.

Yang Shaoqing himself didn't expect the slap in the face to be so loud this time, as soon as the anesthesia wears off, he felt pain in his ankle that made him gnash his teeth and couldn't help crying out.

It is estimated that he had not suffered serious injuries before, and underestimated the so-called "extracutaneous pain". This time he was choked and speechless.

Lying on the bed, I howled in a low voice at first, then sobbed softly, and finally felt ashamed when I was tired from crying, and kept silent and didn't talk to anyone.

Jiang Qixiao was speechless.

How much does it hurt?It's not comforting to let this awkward boy let go of his idol burden, cry like a child, and his eyes are so red, tsk.

"Okay," Jiang Qixiao said, "I won't tell Shi He, just say a few words, I feel very worried seeing you like this."

It was the first time he saw Yang Shaoqing being wronged like this, maybe Yang Shaoqing himself didn't expect to be cried in pain, even though, when he went to the hospital on National Day, he was screamed quite miserable, but he didn't cry.

This time not only cried, but also red eyes.

Jiang Qixiao still felt a little uncomfortable.

Yang Shaoqing didn't respond, not even moving a finger.

Jiang Qixiao sighed, "Let me tell you, in fact, many people will say things they can't do... Don't think that you will lose face if you cry this time, after all, it is the first surgery, how painful it was before I don’t know, be good, I’ll just pretend I haven’t heard you say that.”

Yang Shaoqing didn't respond.

"Hey, don't be like this," Jiang Qixiao walked over and patted Yang Shaoqing's back lightly, "I'll think you don't want to see me if you're like this."

After speaking, he even shook Yang Shaoqing's hospital gown.

Yang Shaoqing remained motionless.

Jiang Qixiao pursed his lips, withdrew his hand and walked to the door, "Since you don't want to see me, then I'd better wait until you want to see me before coming."

He glanced at the hospital bed, seeing that Yang Shaoqing still didn't respond, so he took a deep breath and left.

At Yang Shaoqing's age, he can't stand other people's eyes looking at jokes. It's understandable that he is in a bad mood, so wait for him to wait a few more days before coming here.

After Jiang Qixiao left, Yang Shaoqing lay on the bed for a while, and slowly sat up half-supported.

Before the anesthesia was over, the parents were urged to go back to do business by him. The order they received hadn't expired yet, and they didn't want their affairs to affect anything.

Yang Shaoqing was very disapproving at the beginning, didn't he just lie in the hospital for two days, and then go back when the situation gets better, there is no need to mobilize the crowd.

Until the anesthetic retreated, his series of reactions made him speechless.

Bitch!And crying.

Fuck, let alone slaps in the face, and crying like a fool in front of Jiang Qixiao.

What a waste.

Looking at the empty room, Yang Shaoqing sighed.

Legs, take your breath away and recover quickly, Dad will treat you well!

His mother brought food for Yang Shaoqing to accompany him to bed at night. Yang Shaoqing struggled silently for a while. He didn't want his mother to accompany him in bed. After all, he had to get up so early the next day to go to the store, but he didn't want to be alone In a cold hospital.

After much deliberation, in the end, the idea of ​​not wanting to be alone in the hospital was stronger, so Yang Shaoqing compromised.

I thought that I could sleep peacefully and have a good night's sleep after suffering such a great sin.

Who would have thought that Yang Shaoqing woke up in the middle of the night suffering from discomfort.

His mind was dizzy, his whole body was weak, his back was sweating, and his face was burning hot.

have a fever.

Misfortunes never come singly, and other problems occurred right after the operation.

Yang Shaoqing shouted a few times in a hoarse voice: "Mom...Mom..."

Mom usually wakes up at four o'clock in the morning. Yang Shaoqing took out his mobile phone and looked at it. It was exactly [-]:[-] at the moment. Mom's sleep was light, and he woke him up after a while.

She heard that Yang Shaoqing's voice was not right, she thought it was a wound or an inflammation, and she said anxiously, "Shaoqing, Shaoqing's mother is here, what's wrong?"

Yang Shaoqing swallowed hard, his throat was sore, and his tonsils were very uncomfortable, "I...I have a fever."

Hearing this, his mother stretched out her hand to touch his head, and was taken aback by the temperature of her hand, "Why is it so hot! Oh! Doctor! Come and see the doctor!"

Her voice was extremely piercing in the quiet hospital, and the nurse on duty hurried over to tell her to shut up in order not to wake her up to other patients.

The nurse gave his mother a slightly reproachful look, reached out and touched Yang Shaoqing's forehead, was startled, took the thermometer out of his pocket to measure his temperature, and quickly called the doctor over.

39.5 degrees.

Seeing his usually strong and strong son with chapped lips, pale face, sickness and weakness, his mother was so worried that she cried, and kept pulling the doctor to ask why her son had a fever after the operation. Yang Shaoqing What the hell is going wrong.

The doctor arranged for him to receive an injection and reassured his mother, "It's okay, it's not a big problem, I've already taken the medicine, and it will be fine when the fever subsides."

That's what he said, but Yang Shaoqing's fever never went down, and his mother held his hand so worried that she burst into tears and ran to the doctor's office several times.

It wasn't until after six o'clock that Yang Shaoqing's fever slowly subsided.

However, he was not very conscious, his limbs were limp and weak, and he just opened his eyes and said a few words to reassure his mother.

His mother held back her tears and helped him up to drink porridge.

The porridge was bought at the entrance of the hospital, and she thought that since she dared to do business at the entrance of the hospital, there should be no big problem, but Yang Shaoqing couldn't swallow it anyway, and lay down to sleep before finishing a bowl of porridge.

After this sleep, he slept all morning again. When he woke up and opened his heavy eyelids, he didn't realize what happened for a while.

Sleepy.

When did his bed change to white sheets?

Turning around, I saw that my mother was sitting next to the wall with her eyes slightly closed. Seeing her haggard and tired face, I felt sore and remembered everything.

He had just had surgery and had a fever in the middle of the night.

"Mom..." Yang Shaoqing called softly, his voice was extremely hoarse.

My mother's closed eyes opened immediately when she heard his voice. She couldn't hide the worry in her eyes. She stretched out her hand to touch his forehead and breathed a sigh of relief.

"How do you feel now? Thirsty?" she asked.

Yang Shaoqing struggled to sit up with his hands propped up, his breath unsteady, "Thirsty..."

Mom hurriedly took him a bottle of mineral water and unscrewed it, watching him gulp down his stomach.

"Toilet..." Yang Shaoqing was a little embarrassed after drinking the water, and now there was no one else, so he could only extend his hand to his mother, "Mom, help me."

His mother nodded, put his hands on her shoulders, and hugged his back to help him up.

Yang Shaoqing pushed hard, stood up on one leg, then felt dizzy for a while, felt nauseous, his body swayed and almost brought his mother down.

"Ai ai!" My mother staggered a few steps, afraid of getting his legs, she quickly pushed him to the bed and sat down again. Seeing that Yang Shao covered his mouth with his hands and looked like he was about to vomit, she hurried over to get the trash Bucket over here, "The trash can is here!"

Yang Shaoqing's stomach was churning so badly that he couldn't bear it any longer and vomited it out while holding the trash can.

I threw up all the water I drank and the food I ate last night.

When his mother saw him like this, it felt like stabbing her heart with a knife. She felt extremely uncomfortable, so she patted him on the back and said softly, "Are you okay?"

Yang Shaoqing calmed down and waved his hands, "It's okay, just go back and eat something."

"Go back? You still want to go home in this state?" Mom sighed, "Observe and observe, son, Mom is really worried."

Yang Shaoqing didn't have many colds and fevers since he was a child, but each time it was severe. This time, he didn't know what the cause was. With his mother's worry about nothing, she definitely wouldn't be able to go home now.

Yang Shaoqing thought about it, but did not refuse.

"Whatever you want to eat, Mom will make it for you."

"It's all right." Yang Shaoqing said, "Mom, go ahead, just send it to me when you're ready, don't delay your business."

Mom hesitated for a while, with a struggling expression.

It seems that he is very worried about his son's illness, but he can't really let go of the work in the store, and he must pay attention to word of mouth in any line of work, so that he can make money.

Yang Shaoqing saw what she was thinking, and sighed, "If you are really worried, call Jiang... brother to come and accompany me, don't you trust him very much?"

When my mother heard the words, she nodded hesitantly, and that was the only way to go.

After Jiang Qixiao learned what happened to Yang Shaoqing this morning, his heart immediately rose to his throat, and he hurried to the hospital with the lunch that Aunt Yang had given him.

On the way, he kept thinking about why the fever was so severe, whether the surgical wound was not treated well or something... If Yang Shaoqing was not treated well, would there be sequelae in the future?

He was really relieved when he saw Yang Shaoqing who was safe and sound on the hospital bed.

Yang Shaoqing's face was pale, his spirits were not good, and he looked sleepy. He raised his eyes and saw Jiang Qixiao who had already walked to the door but refused to come in. He was slightly taken aback, and forced a smile. He said hoarsely, "You are here."

You came.

Simple three words, a short sentence.

At this moment, it was so different in Jiang Qixiao's ears.

It seemed that Yang Shaoqing had been looking forward to his arrival.

Jiang Qixiao pursed his lips and smiled, lowered his head and lowered his hot eyes.

Yes.

I am coming.