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Yao Yuan felt warm and clear, and subconsciously raised his hand to touch his stabbed chest. His dizzy head gradually cleared up, and he tried to open his eyes, and saw the blurry scene, and blinked hard.

When he saw the person in front of him clearly, his eyes brightened a little. He opened his cracked lips, but no sound came out because his throat was dry and painful.

At this time, Huang Yong and Yan Junge, who were standing face to face outside the door, discussed countermeasures while looking back at the situation in the ward.

The former was so shocked that his eyes popped out and patted Yan Junge's arm, "Wake up, wake up, Captain Yao is awake!"

Yan Junge took a closer look and was surprised!

He pushed the door open and wanted to take Yao Yuan's hand away, but his remaining rationality told him that he couldn't attack the patient. He was anxious and angry, but he was afraid that making a sound would disturb Zhang Yiyan's practice.

He scratched his head, took out his phone, and fiercely typed a few words in front of Yao Yuan, [Take your claws off my wife's hands!!!]

The last three exclamation marks show that he is really angry and very jealous!

Yao Yuan's body swayed, and he sighed weakly, his voice hoarse, almost just a breath, [You, are sick! ]

[I am, a, patient! ]

But seeing Yan Junge's dead look, with eyes that seemed to be able to see through him, he finally let go of his hand and didn't move again. He just looked at Zhang Yiyan in front of him, and his pale and tired face slowly warmed up.

Is this person saving himself?

Why is he like the martial arts masters on TV? Is he channeling his internal energy into himself?

But I do feel that my body is not as uncomfortable as when I just woke up, and my head is not as dizzy anymore!

so amazing!

His eyes lit up and the phone almost hit Yao Yuan's eyes!

[Close your eyes, don’t look at my wife! ! ! ]

"!!!"

This bastard makes me so mad!

Yao Yuan panted, raised his eyelids and glared at Yan Junge. His eyes seemed to say, what a shitty buddy!

After about five minutes, Zhang Yiyan slowly withdrew his hand, but his eyes were still tightly closed, his lips were pursed, and he stopped chanting. He was like meditating, motionless!

Yan Junge immediately called Huang Yong, and the two of them carried Yao Yuan to another accompanying bed. Yao Yuan was so angry that he glared at them, and it seemed that he glared with more strength.

At this time, Huang Yong took a disposable cup and a cotton swab. [Dip some water on the cotton swab and moisten it! ]

Seeing these words, Yao Yuan was no longer so angry. He signaled Yan Junge to serve him with his eyes. The latter looked disgusted and continued typing, [If you don’t, I’ll kill you with thirst! ]

This bastard!

Yao Yuan took a few deep breaths and glared a few times. He saw Zhang Yiyan who was still meditating out of the corner of his eye. He saw beads of sweat on his forehead and nodded.

Zhang Yiyan saved me with great difficulty, I must cherish this life!

After sipping the water again and again, which was less than a fifth of a cup, Zhang Yiyan finally opened his eyes, jumped off the bed, turned around and saw Yao Yuan sitting on the side, and walked over, "You can drink some water!"

He raised his hand to check his pulse, thought for a moment, and nodded, "You are fine now, but still a little weak. You can drink some warm porridge."

He let go and took a few steps back. Yan Junge hugged Zhang Yiyan from behind and wiped the sweat off his forehead with some heartache. "Yanyan, I'll take you to wash your hands!"

The latter nodded and followed him to the bathroom, leaving Yao Yuan to sigh, his throat not so dry anymore, he could speak out loud, "Yong ah, your brother Yan, you despise me!"

Huang Yong carefully fed him water with a cup, smiling, "How could that be? Brother Yan is jealous that Brother Zhang touched a man other than him!"

"Not just you, but anyone else! No man or woman!"

"hehe!"

After chatting for a while, the two who went to the bathroom finally came out. Seeing Yan Junge's refreshed face, Zhang Yiyan's complexion seemed to be much better, but his mouth was a little red and swollen, so he knew that this kid had done something bad.

"Fuck you, take someone to wash their hands for more than ten minutes. Come here and let me see if your skin is bald!"

Yan Junge hugged Zhang Yiyan and rolled his eyes at Yao Yuan, "What the hell, hurry up and pack up and get out of the hospital!"

"Discharged from hospital? Where to? I'm not well yet! Besides, I'm the only one in City A. Who will take care of me when I go back?"

"You are thick-skinned and you still need someone to take care of you!"

"Why not? I'm a patient!"

Yan Junge continued to roll his eyes, "Okay, okay, I'll take care of you, okay! Dayong, clean him up and stay at my place first!"

Yao Yuan's face lit up, "Hehe, that's great, Old Yan, I remember you have servants at home, you are amazing! My requirements are not high, just eight dishes and a soup for a meal! By the way, you invited me, don't say I disturbed your world of two!"

Seeing his frivolous expression, Yan Junge finally calmed down. It was better than looking pale and half dead. "Don't be so rude. Eat what you have. You want eight dishes and one soup? I think you look like eight dishes and one soup!"

"We are living with our master and uncle now, so please don't make too much noise and disturb their rest! And you are lucky, they all know medical skills, so it will be convenient for you to take care of them and mainly regulate your body."

Master, uncle?

Yao Yuan reacted and nodded, "I was worried about disturbing you two, but now I'm not worried anymore!"

He took the initiative to urge, "Go, go, go! Hurry up and go!"

Huang Yong brought a lot of people with him. Three or four of them were well-trained and packed up quickly. Yan Junge and Zhang Yiyan walked out. When they passed a ward, Zhang Yiyan tilted his head as if sensing something and met Duan Hui's eyes.

He walked into Duan Hui's ward. Duan Hui had a large piece of adhesive tape on his forehead. Before he could ask, Duan Hui was secretly delighted and spoke first, "Zhang Yiyan, did you come to see me specially?"

"?" Why was Duan Hui in the hospital, wearing a hospital gown? Is he sick?

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Duan Hui guessed that he must have come to see his colleague, not to see him at all, and the two of them were empty-handed. Why was he so self-indulgent? He felt inexplicably angry and said, "Don't disturb my rest, just leave!"

Zhang Yiyan frowned slightly. This man was still as angry as ever, but judging from his condition, he was not in bad condition and should not be seriously injured.

At this time, Yan Junge took the medical record at the end of the bed and looked at it. He didn't understand it. "Duan Hui, what's wrong with you? I haven't seen you for a night, and you brought yourself to the hospital."

"What do you care? Get out of here!" He waved his hands with disgust!

Yan Junge put the medical records back in place, crossed his arms and looked at him, "Hey! You're already in the hospital, but you're still so angry! I don't think your condition is serious, let me ask you, do you know that the decorative skulls hanging in Lei Zi's shop that you gave to him are real human skulls!"

"What did you say?" I was shocked!

Yan Junge wanted to continue asking questions, but Zhang Yiyan raised his hand to stop him, "Don't ask anymore!"

. . . "Yanyan!"

Zhang Yiyan shook his head at him, took a few steps forward, and took Duan Hui's pulse. He looked at his face carefully, his face flushed with anxiety and anger. "Duan Hui, you are fine. The wound on your head is just a superficial one."

He raised his hand to remove the tape on his forehead. There was a big swelling on his forehead. He tapped it with his fingertips and asked, "What happened?"

The sudden concern made Duan Hui feel like a deflated ball, no longer so tense, "Zhang Yiyan, I was in a car accident!"