non-contractual relationship

Zheng Feihe didn't intend to go in at first, but seeing Ankang's ugly face and slightly staggering steps, he was still worried, so he simply took another set of protective clothing and put it on before the cabinet door was closed.

When Ankang came back to his senses, he found that Zheng Feihe was already fully dressed and standing beside him, and logically took the key from his hand and locked the cabinet door.

"You..." Ankang, who joined the visiting team, looked at the man standing beside him and supported him, and wanted to say something.

"Shhh - look, it's our turn."

Ankang, who was blindsided by a "we" talk, entered the intensive care unit with Zheng Feihe, and swallowed back what he wanted to ask.What qualifications do I have to comment on the choice of the creditor when I am paying the debt, not to mention that this person is still kind.

The intensive care unit is still quiet at this time.Some who just had surgery not long ago were chatting softly with their family members, and some... just like him, chanting to the unconscious person lying on the bed, holding back tears and pain, and only hoped that the other person would open their eyes.

Ankang, who walked to the ninth bed, ignored Zheng Feihe, looked at his father, trimmed his temple hair, and tears still fell down.

He found out from under the quilt that Papa An's hand that was not infused was gently clenched, and seemed to smell something strange, and said to Papa An with a smile: "Look, you are still awake, it stinks. In the past, so I love cleanliness, I can't stand it."

Zheng Feihe looked at Ankang's tears falling straight from his eyes, and once again realized that he really couldn't do anything about some things, he could only listen to Ankang nagging softly to the person on the bed.

"I found a new job. The environment and salary are good."

"The boss is nice, he paid me a salary in advance, enough for my dad to sleep for several days."

"However, don't sleep for too long. If it's too long, your son's kidneys won't be enough for you to make."

"Don't you want to see me go to college? I'll take the exam when you wake up."

"If you recover quickly, I'll go to the A University you've been nagging about. If you can't wake up again..." Ankang choked up, "Then I won't take the exam."

"Wake up quickly! Your son is waiting for you."

"Aren't you waking up, what can I do?"

"Dad, if you don't wake up, your son will have no home."

Ankang was already sobbing.

Zheng Feihe couldn't stop listening, so he turned his head, only to find that one big and one small in the next bed were also weeping silently at the person who had been awake for a long time on the bed.He sighed inwardly, and his eyes turned red.

Zheng Feihe thought of his grandmother, the fat, kind, simple old man who loved him deeply.

"Time is up."

Ankang slowly let go of Papa An's hand, he was still talking to Papa An while grasping the last chance, Zheng Feihe didn't have the heart to pull him.

"The time is up." Saying the time is up several times has always been the practice in the intensive care unit.The family members next to each hospital bed gradually gathered together again, and walked towards the door they had just entered.

Ankang just put Papa An's hand back, looked at Papa An's face, and wanted to say goodbye, but saw Papa An's eyeballs rolled and his eyelids lifted a little.

Probably too surprised, Ankang suddenly held Zheng Feihe's hand tightly, and gently, as if any louder voice would destroy hope: "You, did you see it?"

Zheng Feihe squeezed Ankang's hand: "I see."

A great surprise stuck in Ankang's throat, and he was speechless: "It's not my illusion, is it?"

Ankang pinched Zheng Feihe a little, but at this moment, Zheng Feihe didn't struggle at all, and replied: "No. Your father really opened his eyes."

"Time is up--"

Ankang pulled Zheng Fei and turned around and left the intensive care unit. As soon as he left the door of the intensive care unit, he heard a nurse asking, "Is Anshun's family here?"

"It's there!"

"The doctor will talk at 10:30, you wait first."

"Okay, okay!" Ankang was so immersed in great joy that he didn't even notice Zheng Feihe's slightly complicated eyes.

The door of the conversation room.

Ever since he was ordered by the nurse to stay and talk, Ankang has been in a state of excitement, thinking of what to say, never stopping, even the hand he and Zheng Feihe were holding in the ICU did not wash it, Has been pulled until now.

The only spectator, Zheng Feihe, had his whole body tied up in the damp heat of his palms. Hearing the chatter of the people next to his ears, he could only be in a daze, as if his whole body was stepping on a cloud. energy.

The door of the conversation room opened, and Ankang, who had stopped chattering, seemed to realize something suddenly. He glanced at the hand tightly held by Young Master Zheng and himself, released it like an electric shock, turned around and went straight into the conversation room.

Zheng Feihe looked at the door of the conversation room and knew that the door could not be locked, so he stood at the door for a while longer.He doesn't quite understand his current state. It seems that if Ankang speaks to him more and gets in touch with him more, he will be happy... He knows what kind of virtue he is.There is something wrong with this situation, and it can't be explained clearly by just the words "he looks good".

So he... really fell in love with Ankang at first sight?

Listening to the doctor's voice, Zheng Feihe, who pushed open the door of the conversation room, thought about this question.

The doctor, who was used to being alone with Ankang, obviously did not expect that someone would push the door in. He was a little surprised, but quickly restrained his expression, and said to Zheng Fei who was standing next to Ankang: "Sit down, time is limited, I will Let me tell you about the patient."

Ankang glanced at Zheng Feihe, and moved a position inside.

Young Master Zheng sat down silently, with question marks all over his head.

"I heard from the nurse that you also saw it during your visit today?"

Ankang's voice was choked with sobs: "I saw my dad opened his eyes, doctor, does this mean he is getting better soon?"

"Well, I can't guarantee this to you. I can only tell you about the current situation - the patient's condition has indeed improved, at least it is no longer in the state of deep coma before."

"Then how long will it take for him to wake up?"

The doctor smiled helplessly, still with the expression he was used to seeing such scenes: "I can only tell you that the patient's coma is not so deep now, but the situation is still not optimistic."

The joy on Ankang's face did not diminish. He felt that his father was about to wake up, but he just confirmed the fact to the doctor again: "My father has opened his eyes, doctor."

"Ankang." The doctor rarely called Ankang's name, and said, "In medicine, there is a phenomenon of unconsciousness with eyes open."

"Damn with eyes open?"

"In layman's terms, although the patient has opened his eyes, it is not a sign of sobriety, but a reflex activity." The doctor glanced at Ankang's face, and continued: "We will still do our best to save the patient's life." , healthy, but we also hope that the family members can understand that no one can predict whether the patient will be able to wake up, or what his physical condition will be after waking up."

The doctor glanced at Zheng Dashao who was dazed aside: "The best and best situation that can be predicted now is that the patient can wake up, but it is basically impossible to return to social life. We hope that the family members will be mentally prepared for this. "

"What do you mean by not being able to return to social life?"

"To put it simply, the patient may not be able to take care of himself in the future, and he needs the care of others to maintain his life. Of course, the patient may not be able to wake up, or even appear in the worst case."

Ankang didn't ask what the worst situation would be like. In his heart, nothing could be worse than now.He only chose what he wanted to hear: "I was taking care of my dad before, it doesn't matter, as long as he can wake up, I can do anything."

The doctor nodded, got up and left.

Zheng Feihe, who was watching the audience, seemed to be surprised by the phrase "you can do anything", and stared blankly at Ankang.

He thought of his mother's reticence during the time when his grandmother died-when a person's life came to an end, any material retention seemed powerless.Looking at Ankang in front of him again, he felt a deeper paleness: What if he didn't even have the ability to reach out to save that person?Does that mean you can only watch someone you love die?Then if...

Zheng Feihe didn't continue to think about it, subconsciously told him that the other side of some answers might be the abyss.So, he just returned to reality, patted Ankang on the shoulder, thought about it, and comforted him: "You don't have to worry about money."

When Ankang heard this, his body froze, but he still nodded without expressing any objection.

Money is a life-saving thing now, and he can't refuse it.

After finishing the conversation, Ankang and Zheng Fei returned to the ward together.As soon as he entered the door, Ankang saw that the big man who was hugging him yesterday before he passed out was sitting on the bed and peeling apples earnestly. He was not surprised at all when he saw them come back, and he finished the last knife gently, peeling the apples. Handed it to Zheng Feihe together with a glove.

Ankang glanced at the disposable glove, but didn't say much: after they came out of the intensive care unit, they really didn't wash their hands.

The bodyguard urged Zheng Feihe who put on his gloves to take the apple: "Master, eat it quickly, it will oxidize later."

Ankang lay back on the bed, all his whereabouts were known, which gave him a sense of shame in front of others: the person in front of him not only knew what Zheng Feihe and he did together, but also knew that he and he returned to the ward together. time.

What this means is self-evident.Thinking of how many powerful people he had met in the 48 hours he had known Zheng Feihe, Ankang couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart: the old friend in front was already mean enough, but he didn't expect that there was someone even more powerful waiting for him here.It is not easy for these people to live with such profound intentions after peeling an apple...

The author has something to say: a grateful heart, thank you

Taking advantage of the time for writing in the manuscript box is approaching, I caught a few bugs in the first few chapters.