Sapphire case

12.

Jiang Cheng rushed to the door of Ward 517 before Du Han. When Du Han rushed there, he saw him standing alone outside the door of the ward.

The man turned his head and looked through the glass window on the door. The pale and thin young man was still in a semi-conscious state. The short black hair was unexpectedly distinct on the white pillowcase, and the covering sheet was only a thin layer raised .

The sunlight near dusk slanted on the narrow-leaved green plants at the head of the bed in the ward, casting striped shadows on the sheets, and falling on the side face of the man behind the glass window on the door.

The backlight made the man's side profile into a sharp and dark silhouette. I don't know if it was because the light in the hospital corridor was too blurry at that moment, but Du Han actually saw the deep-seated confusion of this violent and arrogant man. A certain kind of indescribable gloom... and desolation.

Gu Sheng lay on the hospital bed for three whole days, and the infection was basically under control, but his body temperature was repeated, and he was rarely awake.

Du Han also didn't sleep for almost three whole days, and he stayed with Gu Sheng all night long if he didn't wake up. If he was really tired, he dozed off in the duty room for half an hour.

Although he has the heart to save the dying and heal the wounded, he is not such a hard-working person. The only reason why he showed the heart of the doctor's parents who devoted themselves to death is that the young master of the Jiang family who can't be offended is watching the whole time. He was ordered to let the rest room out. If Du Han hadn't stopped the patients with respiratory diseases, Jiang Cheng would have to fill a whole pot in it and use local materials to serve his ancestors to eat and drink.

So it became Jiang Cheng to go home and do it, and bring it over when it was finished.

Du Han was amazed to see it, and told the little nurse that Young Master Jiang wanted to play for real... Hey, give me a sip of soup?

Jiang Cheng scolded angrily: Get out!Then he took the two boxes and strode into the ward, leaving Du Han behind and yelling: You have to let me see what you cooked? What if the patient is weak and eats?

Jiang Cheng raised the lid to give him a glance as if he was afraid that he would be poisoned, then quickly closed it and said: I know it, get out!

Du Han was speechless. He held his eyelids and stayed with the energetic Young Master Jiang for two days. He really wanted to get out. He peeled off the skin and bones to make soup and couldn't finish it.

It is not entirely accurate to say that Jiang Cheng stared at the whole time, except for his time when he went home to make soup and porridge, he was often seen sitting outside the ward staring blankly for a long time, lost in thought, when suddenly a messenger ran in outside, and he was on his way. After Jiang Cheng came back to his senses, he yelled at him, got up and went out, and walked back after ten minutes or so, swearing at his mother.

Du Han has seen this scene a lot, so he couldn't help being puzzled, and he didn't dare to hit Jiang Cheng's gun. He grabbed his orderly Xiao Li and asked him, only to find out that Jiang Cheng's family is pressing for a forced marriage, and Mr. Jiang is about to send a bomber to kill him. His hospital was leveled.

Du Han was beyond comprehension, saying that Jiang Shaotian was not afraid of anything, and it wasn't his hospital that was bombed, so what was there to be afraid of, he bombed it as he wanted, but I had to pay my salary first.

After a second or two, Du Han slapped his thigh and jumped up as if inspired: "Wait! Gu Sheng?! Did the atmosphere of free love make him stupid?"

When Du Han understood, he watched Jiang Chengti scurry around with two small pots of soup and medicine, changed his clothes and poured water, and immediately sighed.

On the seventh day after Gu Sheng was admitted to the hospital, under the company of Jiang Cheng and the medical staff he secretly mobilized all day, he recovered a little bit of energy, and was able to get up and read newspapers and magazines by himself.

Although Mei Xiang hit the stool hard, but with most people's physique, it is impossible to be unable to get up for a week.It may also be due to his innate frailty, plus some of the root causes of his illnesses from playing in the early years, he was so weak that he couldn't survive after being abused by Jiang Cheng without restraint.Du Han looked at the indicators of Gu Sheng's body examination, and he sighed that this man really lived on his skin, and his insides were full of holes and messes.

This day Du Han made a routine ward round - Gu Sheng's ward was moved by Jiang Cheng to the special needs ward on the eighth floor as early as the second day after the operation, adjacent to a department-level retired cadre.Because it was the last room, Du Han didn't leave in a hurry after he finished asking about the situation as a matter of routine. He picked an apple from the fruit basket by the bed, peeled it and started talking with him.

He first glanced at the "Tianjin News" that Gu Sheng was holding in his hand, which contained the notice of the Guannan warlord Shen Wenchang and the major shareholders of the Yuanlu Society to organize the "Five Famous Actors in North Beijing", and he complimented Gu Sheng: "Boss Gu's play Du Mou has also heard of it, he is outstanding and should be at the top of the list."

Gu Sheng heard too many compliments like this, so he turned the page with a polite smile.

Du Han didn't take it seriously, and looked up at him: "Huh? The first time I saw him, I felt that Boss Gu was born weak, not like the people here in Jinzhou. Did your ancestors stay in Jiangnan?"

"The one who runs the pier has walked through many places, and I don't remember where he came from." Gu Sheng glanced at him, replied flatly, and turned his eyes away again.

"Oh, yes, they are all people who are struggling to make a living." Du Han put the whole apple peel aside, cut off a piece from the top and gave it to Gu Sheng, and said with emotion, "I heard you have a saying called 'Zuokeba' Years, like ten years of prison', you said that one of the hundred has managed to get out of the top and become a corner, what is it for, fame? Wealth? It is to live a good life, right, for a good life, it is a rush .”

Listening to what he said, Gu Sheng nodded noncommittally.

"Tsk, it's difficult to say that Jinzhou is a big 'wharf'." Du Han put an apple into his mouth, took a breath and said, "You are a famous actor now, but the monthly money is still paid by the class, right? The rewards from the church don’t belong to you, right? All of these are added up, and they are worth a watch and a piece of jewelry from Master Jiang? Landlords, officials, bandits, plutocrats and warlords, it’s really tough to follow these people Get ahead. ——Look, how did Young Master Jiang treat you these days? This is truly unprecedented, and those who listen to it are moved to tears. He didn’t take it easy. You. You look softer, and you rub a few times with nice words, and the whole bone of an iron-blooded man can be so crispy that he can't find his way. What are you worrying about in your good days?"

Du Han had been a student cadre for a long time in his early years, and he was the chief of the debate team in college. He kept talking one after another, and didn't even notice the faint boredom on Gu Sheng's face.He wanted to persuade him again, but was interrupted by Gu Sheng in a low voice: "Stop talking, you are tired, go out."

"No..." Du Han was stunned for a moment, then suddenly laughed, staring at the pale and thin man on the hospital bed with burning eyes, "Does Boss Gu think that I am too tired to wake up? No, really not. You don't I think there is something wrong, but you think about it carefully. If something goes wrong with me, no one will call the doctor in the middle of the night and order the whole hospital to guard me alone? I work hard to serve the old men who come and go. Say no to them, right? Let me tell you, it’s hard work for you to be favored by Jiang Cheng. It’s a blessing for several lifetimes, and no one else can ask for it. Protecting you wholeheartedly, how can you live a good life like this?"

"Say another word," Gu Sheng said coldly, the corner of his eye glanced at his face, "I won't have a chance to serve you in the future."

His threats were cold and rampant, and the expression on his face was as pale as usual.Du Han was stunned for a moment, and swallowed the apple pomace in his mouth: "Okay, okay... I'm kindly trying to persuade you, Gu Sheng, don't you know how to flatter you!"

"Persuade me?" Gu Sheng, who had just turned sideways to flip through the newspaper, suddenly turned over, and the paper in his hand slapped on the bedside table with a "slap", "Good day? If you don't make him feel good, you will show your face, and if you don't say anything, you will hit him. Pointed a gun at my head and went to bed with me, and he wanted to show off before he thought of letting me out. Is this the life you want to live? My school of acting, singing, singing, work, and work are all abandoned, and the young commander who is shamelessly seduced by me is rumored everywhere outside. I don't want to live this 'good life' and there are crazy people all over the street saying that I don't know how to flatter you, so I'll let him flatter you, do you want to? Ah?

"If I cling to the landlords, high-ranking officials and warlords, Is I living a good life? I am happy to sing opera! Singing on the stage to the air is my good life! My mind is full of greed, and I still put on airs to persuade others? "

Du Han used to think that Gu Sheng was gentle and easy to speak, but he never expected that this seemingly indifferent young man could say such sharp and harsh words, like a sharply sharpened knife born out of nowhere. The half-old and stale skin was pushed up to the throat.

This kind of groundless accusation made Du Han feel greatly insulted. He felt that Gu Sheng was inexplicable, and even had the resentment of being a donkey with good intentions, which forced him to raise his voice: "My mind is full of greed? A week ago I I just risked being shot to persuade Jiang Cheng not to curse and raise his hand when he opened his mouth! Let me tell you, whether you feel at ease or not, this is the fate of the singer!"

He is a scholar who has received serious Western-style education. After all, he is a little different from Jiang Cheng, an emperor who was born and studied for fame. He usually respects folk artists and craftsmen. Looking for compensation, but it was too late.

"Get out! Cough..." Gu Sheng raised his voice sharply. He didn't know whether it was too much movement that hurt the wound, or emotional fluctuations that cracked his throat. The sudden cough took away his original voice, forcing him to move forward Curled up on one side!