I was pressed to the ground to eat Amway

Soon, the taxi carrying Wang Keming left, but Shen Qingchuan still stood there.

Shen Qingchuan stood against the light and stood under the street lamp.

His head drooped slightly, and some long bangs once again covered his face.

His expression was gloomy.

Then, Shen Qingchuan lowered his hands in his trouser pockets, turned around and walked back along the way he had just come.

He believed that those people should not have gone far.

The night was dark and cool, and the surroundings were silent but dull.

Shen Qingchuan walked along the dim lights, he knew that walking through this completely dark complex of buildings was a place where demons and demons danced wildly.

He could probably find someone there who he wanted to find.

Shen Qingchuan's footsteps were steady and powerful, even in the darkness around him, he exuded a sense of ease and ease.

He walked resolutely towards the feasting lights.

The neon lights are like a sparkling lake in the summer evening, dazzling and flickering.

Many people were sitting at the door of the food stall, and the empty and unopened beer bottles were scattered all over the floor.

Husks and the remains of food were scattered all over the floor.

So……

where?

Shen Qingchuan thought about it, and his eyes quickly skipped over these little punks who were doing nothing in front of him.

"Hey, isn't this who?" A familiar voice sounded from the corner, "The one who was standing with that bastard Wang Keming just now."

Finally, his eyes stopped at the end of the street.

found it.

"I still think how powerful he is, and I still want to stop this guy with 'I'm fine'. This guy Wang Keming has become more and more funny after not seeing him for many years." Ten!"

A voice next to him said: "You still have the face to say, didn't you just get knocked down by him all of a sudden?"

The man continued to yell: "I'm fucking sneak attacking because of this kid! Now that we have so many people, are we afraid of this white chicken who didn't bring anything?!"

"Brothers, do you still want to hang out on the road?!"

Shen Qingchuan turned his head, and he saw the faltering figure of the monitor hanging on the street lamp not far away.

So what to do next?

Shen Qingchuan thought for a while, and finally imitated Wang Keming's appearance just now, pulling the corners of his mouth much stiffer than others.

A bloody smile appeared on the face buried deep in the shadows.

Then, Shen Qingchuan bent down and picked up an unopened beer bottle that rolled down to his feet.

With a "snap", with the fierce confrontation between the beer bottle and the wall, under the illumination of colorful neon lights, the yellow beer dripping down the broken bottle reveals an unprecedented beauty.

At the split part of the irregularly shaped beer bottle, the emerald green glass reflected the cold glow of a cold weapon under the light.

"Something...?"

Shen Qingchuan said in a low voice.

"I brought it."

"Oh, a slight concussion, it's not a big problem." The doctor wearing what looks like gold-rimmed glasses, but may actually be presbyopic glasses, said while holding Wang Keming's CT sheet, "This is the lightest concussion." Brain damage, don’t worry too much, this will heal itself without any other treatment.”

When Wang Keming heard it, he felt that the shaking world around him was about to stabilize: "That's it, Uncle Doctor."

Then, the kind old doctor said the next sentence unhurriedly: "At most, you will have some short-term disturbance of consciousness recently."

Wang Keming: "..."

Wang Keming: "Uncle doctor, what you said is too profound, I may not understand it."

"That's it..." The doctor raised his reading glasses, and then changed the wording, "What I mean is that you will have retrograde amnesia recently."

The doctor looked at Wang Keming's bewildered expression, so he had no choice but to say more helplessly: "You just think that you will be very forgetful recently, and occasionally have symptoms of confusion."

"There will be no major problems. After I give you some sedative drugs, you can almost go home."

Although Wang Keming didn't understand a single word of the above-mentioned proper nouns that the doctor spoke to him, but this did not prevent him from hearing "You can almost go home" in the doctor's last sentence.

That's amazing.

"Stop, Uncle Doctor!" Wang Keming began to worry, "How can I just go home when amnesia is such a serious matter?"

God knows, after Wang Keming found out that he had a mild concussion, he was thinking in his heart how to skip the class for the next few days.

"And this kind of internal injury, uncle doctor, I think I have to stay in the hospital for observation for a while!"

"That's fine too."

To Wang Keming's surprise, the old doctor immediately agreed to Wang Keming's proposal, "Sometimes such a situation often occurs, and it is understandable for patients to worry about themselves."

"Hey, the hospital bill, go to the lobby on the third floor to pay the bill. The inpatient department is in the fourth building next door."

So simple?

so easy?

Until Wang Keming took the hospital clothes and swayed into his ward, he was still in a state of stepping on the cotton pile.

...It is estimated that the concussion is still not healed.

So, that night, Wang Keming stayed in the hospital.

But throughout the night, except for Wang Keming's father who came to symbolically ask him what happened at 11:30, Wang Keming did not receive any targeted messages.

This object mainly refers to Shen Qingchuan.

The lone "I'm in the hospital right now" remains unread.

Question: On the first day we were together, the partner stopped replying to messages, and I am in the hospital right now, what should I do with him?

Reply 1: Forbearance, ruthlessness, get out.

Reply 2: It will never be possible to do anything to him, you might as well rush to the hospital rooftop to scold your mother now.

No fart.

This made Wang Keming feel a huge gap, so much so that he lay on the hospital bed and fell asleep with his mobile phone in his arms.

In the early morning of the next day, Wang Keming was awakened by the vibration of the mobile phone in his arms.

For Wang Keming, who is angry about getting up, this is not fatal. I will definitely kill you!

But Wang Keming could only open his eyes angrily, and he planned to scold this ignorant guy while getting up in anger.

As a result, the caller ID was Shen Qingchuan.

The anger instantly turned into tenderness.

But before Wang Keming answered the phone, Shen Qingchuan quickly hung up the phone.

Wang Keming: "..." Shen Qingchuan, why is he going crazy?

When Shen Qingchuan called again, it was already ten o'clock in the morning, and Wang Keming had just finished his return sleep and was about to start hanging his first bag of salt water.

As soon as Wang Keming picked up the phone, Shen Qingchuan preemptively said: "Wang Keming, where are you now?"

"Where else can I be? I'm in the hospital." Wang Keming replied.

Immediately afterwards, Wang Keming changed the subject: "Shen Qingchuan, I think you have to explain to me why you didn't reply to my message yesterday."

Shen Qingchuan: "..."

This silence was very appropriate, because in the next second, Wang Keming could clearly hear some strange voices coming from Shen Qingchuan's receiver.

Overall, very loud and noisy, but there are some sounds that can be heard relatively clearly.

For example, "Xiaomei, have you checked Room No. [-]?", "No, I just went to hang salt water on Bed No. [-] in Room No. [-]."

Another example is "Did you really go to Room [-]? The handsome guy in bed [-] is handsome!", "Yeah, he is really handsome, but he came in with a concussion. Looking at his current appearance, I think he is a bit dull. Leng Leng."

Now Wang Keming was silent: "..."

Wang Keming: "Shen Qingchuan, where are you now?"

Wang Keming: "Shen Qingchuan, where are you?!"

The unanswered reply on the phone was replaced by an action that Wang Keming, a patient, would remember forever.

The door of Room [-] was opened, and someone put the phone back where it was supposed to be for answering:

"I'm here."

The moment he saw Shen Qingchuan, Wang Keming did nothing but look down at his clothes immediately.

The hospital gown that was supposed to be well-groomed was used as a coat by Wang Keming, and he only buttoned three out of ten buttons.

And inside the baggy hospital gown...

It is Wang Keming's favorite pink sweater for children.

The cartoon pattern of Peppa Pig is printed in the gap between the buttons that Wang Keming just didn't fasten.

Hiss, I feel a little dizzy...

I think my concussion is still quite serious, but it's okay, I'm in the hospital now.

Wang Keming held his head in this way and thought.

The author has something to say:

Because the rush is a bit rushed, there may be some plot problems(?)

But it doesn't matter, I will definitely edit the text_(:з」∠)_