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"Is it hot here?" Wen Zhuo's knuckles brushed against his cheek.

Wei Ling's eyes widened, his face was sweating, how could Wen Zhuo touch him?

"Still here?"

Wen Zhuo scratched Wei Ling's lower lip with his fingers, his voice was lower than usual, and there was a sense of oppression in his eyes.

"Still here..."

Wen Zhuo yanked the rope of Wei Ling's sweatpants over, causing Wei Ling to knock over the small stool in shock, and staggered, but Wen Zhuo didn't expect to be pulled over by Wen Zhuo with one hand.

Wei Ling opened his mouth, and found that he couldn't say anything, as if he was stuck.

"These are actually not too hot. There are more hot things, let me teach you."

Wen Zhuo's fingers dug into his wet hair just now, and suddenly pressed him against the desk.

His hands were pressed against Wei Ling's side, with the aura of suppressing all his resistance. It was a kind of aggressive gentleness that Wei Ling had never seen before.

"Do you want to try?"

Wen Zhuo leaned into his ear and said.

The originally hot and humid air was instantly dry to the point of bursting.

As if the heart was about to burst from the chest cavity, Wei Ling's ears heard the sound of instruments one after another.

"Rapid heart rate—what's going on!"

In the corridor came the sound of doctors rushing towards.

Wen Zhuo, who was supporting Wei Ling, gasped suddenly, closed his eyes abruptly, and quickly stepped back.

Dr. Tang has already rushed to the bedside.

"Is today's infusion potassium ion too high?"

Wen Zhuo stood outside the crowd, adjusted his breathing, closed his fingers and clenched his fists tightly. When he slowly raised his eyes, the light blue fluorescence in his eyes finally dissipated.

And Wei Ling on the hospital bed suddenly arched his back, oxygen poured into his lungs, and his originally slack pupils suddenly focused.

The originally rapid sound of the heart rate monitor finally calmed down bit by bit.

"I... what's wrong with me?"

Something in Wei Ling's mind was suppressed along with the steady beating of his heart....

"Your heart rate was so fast just now, it was scary!" The little black frame patted his chest.

After another series of checks, Wei Ling looked sideways and saw Wen Zhuo walk out of the ward.

He stood in the corridor, took out the metal cigarette case from his pocket, took out a cigarette, raised his head, as if a fire was burning in his lungs, but he couldn't make it burn more fiercely.

After a long time, the doctors came out talking one after another.

"Professor Wen, Wei Ling's heart rate has returned to normal. We did a preliminary check just now and found nothing wrong. It will take an hour for the blood test results to come out."

Wen Zhuo nodded.

When Dr. Tang and the others left, Wen Zhuo didn't go in, but stood outside and finished smoking the cigarette.

Wei Ling was lying on the bed very bored, it was the first time he didn't see Wen Zhuo when he was awake.

"Warm wine?"

"Wen Zhuo?"

"Professor Wen-"

Wei Ling thought that Wen Zhuo had really left, so he let out a sigh of regret.

Unexpectedly, at this time, the door opened and Wen Zhuo walked in again.

But this time, he didn't approach Wei Ling's hospital bed.

"You didn't leave! Do you know what happened to me just now? I remember you were still helping me turn my neck! Why did you suddenly..."

"Don't worry, you are fine." Wen Zhuo replied.

"Then what happened to you?"

"I just smoked, so I'm afraid I'll smoke you." Wen Zhuo lowered his eyes and straightened his cuffs.

"What, Wen Xiaojiu, you have learned badly! Who taught you to smoke! Come here quickly—let me smell the smoke!"

Wen Zhuo remained motionless, "It's not good for you."

Wei Ling keenly sensed that Wen Zhuo was keeping a distance from him.

But why!Why!

As soon as he woke up, this guy sat by his bed with a look of "we are very familiar".

Now keep the distance again, isn't this suddenly back to freshman and just enrolled?

Once back to before liberation!

Wei Ling just stared at Wen Zhuo, and it seemed that he came to the conclusion that...with so many people in the hospital, Wen Zhuo was the prettiest.Good-looking people need coaxing.

"Meow—" Wei Ling meowed softly, and then laughed to himself, "Hey, I seemed to say that you seem to be sucking cats, but my cat doesn't seem to be very strong, it doesn't even know how to belly turn……"

"sorry."

"Sorry for what? I suddenly had a rapid heart rate just now, and it wasn't you who injected me with rehmannia glutinosa." Wei Ling moved his gaze away and looked at the ceiling. There was a power outage at the school, it was more than 30 degrees, and there was no need to blow on the electric fan... God is angry!"

Wen Zhuo still stood where he was.

"Everyone else in the dormitory has gone out to play cards and feed the mosquitoes... only you are still reading with the LED lamp."

"Why didn't you go out to play cards?" Wen Zhuo asked.

"Because... because you're sitting there alone, I think you might want someone to accompany you?" Wei Ling looked at Wen Zhuo, "I still disturbed you, and you kicked me out!"

If Wei Ling could move at this time, he would probably be crossing his feet, resting his hands on his head, and still drawing circles on his toes.

Wen Zhuo raised his eyes to look at him: "You said... you want to accompany me that day?"

"Otherwise? It's so hot, why don't you go out and play cards?"

"I thought you wanted to read my paper."

"...do I need to read your paper? Am I that kind of person?"

Wen Zhuo didn't say anything, well, that means Wei Ling is that kind of person in his heart.

"But... It seems that what I saw was different just now... If I hadn't confirmed to you that I was kicked out by you, I really doubted that you were at that time..."

"What happened to me?"

"You...you..." Wei Ling frowned, realizing that he couldn't remember.

Everything came to an abrupt end when Wen Zhuo turned around and clasped his wrist in the dormitory.

"If you can't remember, don't think about it."

"But... I always feel that what I can't remember... is the reason why you are so far away from me now."

Wen Zhuo finally took a step. To be honest, his legs are really fucking long... Seeing him walking, Wei Ling felt that if he looked at Wen Zhuo more, he could not only walk and jump, but also grow his legs longer.

Wei Ling's head was hurting all the time, Wen Zhuo gently combed his hair as if he knew how he felt.

Great, this guy finally came over.

I thought we were breaking up!

Combing and combing, Wei Ling gave a soft "hmm" twice, and then fell asleep.

Wen Zhuo's fingers left his hair, his fingertips lightly brushed over his brow bone, and his knuckles carefully brushed against his cheek.

"I'm sorry... I didn't hold back from trapping you... I shouldn't have brought you into my world."

After a long time, when only the medical equipment and Wei Ling's breathing were left in the entire ward, Wen Zhuo got up slowly and walked out.

At the door, Wei Ling's attending doctor, Tang Huai, had been waiting for a long time.

"Professor Wen, I heard that you told Wei Ling that he was not paralyzed. I have to say, did you give him unnecessary hope? I'm afraid he..."

Wen Zhuo's expression turned cold, and Tang Huai immediately understood that he shouldn't have said this outside Wei Ling's ward.

He turned sideways and entered his office with Wen Zhuo.

"Professor Wen, you should know that the extreme freezing equipment in the medical cabin...that is the technology of eight years ago! It only preserves Wei Ling's brain. As for the functions of his body...it is not within the preservation range of the extreme freezing cabin at all. ..."

Wen Zhuo lowered his eyes, looked at all the data about Wei Ling in Tang Huai's computer, and said, "Then why can his tongue and vocal cords cooperate to make sounds?"

As soon as this sentence was finished, Tang Huai was stunned.

"Aren't the tongue and vocal cords part of the bodily functions? When I helped him wipe his body yesterday, his fingers reacted."

Tang Huai paused, "Even if that's the case...the possibility of his recovery is very slim."

"He'll recover."

Tang Huai didn't quite understand whether Wen Zhuo really thought that Wei Ling would recover, or whether he was trying to comfort himself.

But according to Tang Huai's understanding of Wen Zhuo, the youngest professor at the United University of Science and Technology has always been calm and objective, and never comforts himself.

"During this time, we need to strengthen the defense of the hospital. Before 'Noah' thought we hid Wei Ling in Xincheng, they made a big commotion and destroyed two general hospitals. There is no impenetrable wall in the world, and sooner or later they will Found here."

"At that time, 'Noah' will definitely send people to sneak in and wait for the opportunity to take Wei Ling away." Tang Huai's expression was serious, and he lowered his voice and said, "All the medical staff and guards are very vigilant, but ordinary humans are not at all... Nuo Asia's opponent."

"I'll send my students over."

Hearing what he said, Tang Huai finally let out a sigh of relief.

"Professor Wen, you have been guarding him for the past three months. When your students come over, will you go back and have a rest? If you have a task, you won't be out of spirits?"

"Need not."

Wen Zhuo turned around, an ordinary person would have died suddenly without sleep for three months, but Wen Zhuo didn't show any tiredness on his face, and his steps didn't show any frivolity.

He returned to Wei Ling's bed, bent down, and easily picked up Wei Ling who was sleeping soundly, and then put him down on his side.

In the case of Wei Ling, it is necessary to turn over frequently to avoid bedsores.

Probably because of a change of posture, the blood circulation became smoother, and Wei Ling let out a soft "hmm" sound again.

In the darkness, Wei Ling slowly opened his eyes. He knew that Wen Zhuo was sitting by the bed behind him, watching him quietly.

"You're awake, aren't you?"

Wen Zhuo's voice was very soft.

"How do you know I'm awake?"

"Your breathing is different from before."

Wei Ling frowned, whether it was Wen Zhuo paying too much attention to him, or his hearing was so extraordinary that he could even notice that his own breathing was different.

"Wen Xiaojiu, let me ask you a question...why there are no windows in this ward?"

"Because it's safe."

Wen Zhuo's answer made Wei Ling frowned even tighter.

"Is it for safety, or to lock me up?"

Wen Zhuo's fingers lightly touched Wei Ling's forehead.

"If it's to lock you up, it must not be locked up here."

Wei Ling found it funny: "Then where is it closed?"

"my home."