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The clothes were a very modern Chinese tunic suit, which was worn neatly on Wen Sheng. It fit perfectly and made him look more energetic.

Chuzheng gave him the medicine first: "Drink the medicine first."

Wensheng looked at the dark medicine and didn't take it.

"Want me to feed you?"

Wen Sheng: "..."

He quickly took the medicine, but still didn't drink it.

"hurry up."

After hearing the sound, he closed his eyes and drank the medicine in one breath.

The bitter taste spreads in the mouth and throat, and the bitterness seems to spread all the way to the heart.

Chuzheng took out a few candies from her pocket, spread her palms and handed them to him.

The candies are colorful, fruity, and toffee...

After hearing the sound and there was no movement for a long time, he slowly raised his head and pointed at himself.

There was a flattered panic in the depths of his eyes.

Chuzheng directly picked one, peeled it open and stuffed it into his mouth.

The sweetness of the candy spreads quickly, dispelling the bitterness.

Chuzheng put the rest in his hand and ran her fingertips across his palm: "Ask me for it after you finish."

Chuzheng took the bowl out and looked down at the candy in her hand.

It took a long while before slowly tightening.

-

Ling Jun brought the porridge in for Wen Sheng. Wen Sheng was quite cooperative this time and drank the porridge obediently.

After finishing the porridge, he looked towards the door when he heard the sound.

Ling Jun looked at him and then at the door, wondering what Wensheng was looking at.

Ling Jun didn't understand and asked, "What are you looking at?"

He didn't answer, just stared at the door.

"You want to leave?" Ling Jun guessed: "This is not possible. My sister told me that you have to recover from your illness before you can leave."

Hearing the sound, his eyes turned and he slowly lowered his head.

Ling Jun scratched his head: "Well, you can rest, I'm out. If you need anything, just call me."

Wen Sheng nodded.

Ling Jun quickly packed up his things and went out.

Hearing the sound of the lock locking, his expression changed slightly, he slowly stood up and sat back on the bed, took out the handful of candies from his pocket, picked one and peeled it open.

Wensheng's medicine and food were sent by Ling Jun, and Wensheng didn't see Chuzheng for the next day.

I took the medicine obediently, but Ke Wensheng's symptoms seemed to show no signs of improvement. Instead, he began to cough, which was getting more and more serious.

Ling Jun, a big man, didn't care at all at first, thinking he would be fine soon.

But the more he looked at it, the more something was wrong, so he hurriedly called Chu Zheng over.

Chuzheng came over and lay on the bed after hearing the sound, looking miserable.

"Why didn't you come and tell me earlier?"

"...Sister, I didn't know it would get so serious." He would be seriously ill for a day or two, but he would get better soon.

Who knew he would be like this...

And if you care about him, why don’t you come and see him! !

Is it his fault? !

The village bully expressed his grievance.

Chuzheng helped Wensheng up: "Send him to the hospital." What kind of quack doctor is that? Take so much money from her to treat people like this!

"Sister, how can we get there so late?"

There are no cars.

This is still a sick case.

Chuzheng rode a bicycle and asked Wensheng to sit in the back: "Can you hold me steady?"

Wensheng put his arms around Chuzheng's waist and pressed his whole body against her. It took a while before he nodded.

The night was thick, I heard the sound and leaned against Chu Zheng, the sound of wind blew by my ears.

He suddenly stretched out his hand and put it in the air.

The wind passed through his fingertips...

Chuzheng pulled his hand back: "Are you looking for death? Who will be responsible if you fall and die?" I have to go down and pick you up when I'm riding a horse!

Hearing the sound, he stopped acting like a monster and hugged Chu Zheng quietly.

-

The equipment of the county hospital is not very good, but it is still much more professional than the barefoot doctor.

"No separate ward?"

There are four or five people living in this ward...

"No, the ward is tense," the nurse said.

"Can't you add more money?"

“We don’t want to be a privileged class now.”

The nurse hooked up the IV for Wensheng, told Chuzheng to keep an eye on it, and then hurried away.

Chuzheng didn't necessarily want a separate ward, she just thought that Hao Renka might need to be quieter.

But the bastard was as quiet as a chicken and didn't send out any tasks.

I guess privileges are really not allowed here.

Chuzheng looked and heard the sound, and found that he had already fallen asleep.

Chuzheng pulled the curtain over, walked to the side and sat down, reaching out to hold his non-infusion hand.

-

I heard the sound and had a nightmare.

When I woke up from my daze, there was an unpleasant smell of disinfectant in the air. The ceiling above my head was old and mottled with black and yellow marks.

Hearing the sound, he moved his fingers and found that he was being held down by someone.

He turned around and saw the little girl lying next to him, holding his hand.

She didn't dare to move after hearing the sound, for fear of waking her up.

The ward gradually became lively.

People were coming in and out, others were talking loudly, and there was constant laughter.

Chuzheng was so disturbed that she moved her head, opened her eyes, and met Wen Sheng's eyes with her cold eyes.

The two looked at each other silently for a moment. Chuzheng slowly sat up, propped up the bed, and sat next to him.

She reached out and touched his forehead first.

When he heard the sound, he looked at her quietly, and the hands they held did not let go, as if both of them had forgotten.

"The fever is gone." Chuzheng said, "Do you want to eat?"

Hearing the sound, he shook his head.

"Then I'll go eat." I'm so hungry.

After running so far at night and spending so much of the night, she needed supplies now.

Wen Sheng: "..."

Chuzheng let go of Wensheng's hand and called the doctor over first to give him a look. Outside the corridor, she met a group of unscrupulous village bullies who were catching the early train.

Chuzheng asked them to go in and watch Wensheng while she went out to eat first.

Ling Jun led the people in.

Although they were all still young people, they were all tall and tall, and the ward suddenly became much quieter.

-

After Chuzheng finished her breakfast, she came back with the packed steamed buns and handed them to Ling Jun and the others.

Ling Jun looked at the person on the bed: "He doesn't want to eat?"

Chuzheng: "He said he wasn't hungry."

"Forehead……"

Ling Jun scratched his head and distributed the things to others.

When he heard the sound, he watched them eat. He didn't feel hungry just now, but now when he smelled the fragrance, he felt a little hungry.

Wensheng grabbed the sheets, tightened and loosened his fingers, and finally lay down directly, looking sideways at the curtain.

Chuzheng went to the doctor to get the report. Generally speaking, there was no big problem.

It's just malnutrition and severe anemia. If this continues, there will be problems.

"Is there something wrong with his voice?" Chuzheng asked the doctor.

"Voice?" the doctor wondered.

"He has been silent. Could it be that he can't speak?"

The doctor said: "This needs to be checked..."

Chuzheng took Wensheng to check, and the result was that there was nothing wrong.

He just didn't want to talk.

Chuzheng returned to the ward with the report. The gang of bad village bullies were sitting in a row on one side of the ward, and no one spoke.

Hearing the sound, they stared at each other.

Chuzheng came back and his eyes fell on her after hearing the sound.

Chuzheng went over and sat down. Seeing that he was in good spirits, she asked him.

"You live in Ling Dazhuang's house?"

Hearing the sound, he nodded.

"His son bullied you?"

He didn't nod or shake his head when he heard the sound.

"What were you doing alone in the mountains that night?"

Obviously Wensheng couldn't answer this question, so Chuzheng asked another way.

"Someone asked you to go up the mountain?"

Hearing the sound, he shook his head.

"You go up the mountain by yourself?"

Hearing the sound, he nodded.

"Did you fall down by yourself?"

He nodded after hearing the sound...and then shook his head after a moment.