Will you still love me if I'm constipated

Gong Xiang held He Yue's hand tightly in a coma, and muttered to himself, but He Yue couldn't hear a word clearly. The corners of his eyes were wet, and big tears were condensed in the corners of his eyes, which refused to roll down for a long time.

He Yue sat on the side of the bed distressedly, and wiped the sweat off his forehead for him. Ji Ling said dissatisfiedly, "How old is he, and he needs you to take care of him when he's sick?"

He Yue said: "No matter how old a person is, he needs to be taken care of when he is sick. Do you think that he is an alien and can automatically split into two, one is sick and the other takes care of himself?"

Ji Ling frowned and said, "Is that what I mean? Think about what you told me yesterday? You said you would treat Gong Xiang as a friend and spend more time with me. Now you want to take care of me. Does Gong Xiang even care about me?"

He Yue glanced at Gong Xiang's hanging water, there was still half of it in it, and said, "Let's go, I'll take you out for a meal, and I'll come back in 10 minutes. You have to go to work tomorrow, so you go home first. I'll take you out today." stay here tonight."

He Yue gently pulled his hand out of Gong Xiang's palm, and forcefully pushed Ji Ling out of the door. As he walked, Ji Ling said, "You want to stay here? I won't allow it. You go home, and I'll send someone to take care of it." He, where is Gong Xiang's personal assistant, is he just a display?"

He Yue ignored him and said, "That's right."

"..."

He Yue took Ji Ling to a roadside food stand to make up for a meal. He ate wonton noodles. He added a lot of vinegar and chili peppers. After eating, his lips were numb. Ji Ling looked at him with red eyes and thought Crying but unable to cry, I thought it was funny and said, "What can you do if you can't do it?"

"I call it letting go, shut up."

"..."

Ji Ling looked at He Yue who was becoming more and more lawless, thinking about how to deal with him when he returned home, and said, "When do you plan to come back?"

He Yue drank the soup completely and said, "Wait for Gong Xiang's fever to subside."

Ji Ling, who was forced to be a widow, looked at him, fiddled with the vinegar bottle on the table, and said, "...Aren't you afraid that I'll go out and find someone?"

He Yue took the money and said angrily, "It's up to you!"

Ji Ling: "..."

After paying the money, He Yue said, "You go, I'll go back to the hospital."

Ji Ling held his shoulder and said, "I'll take you back. It's dark at night and the road is not safe."

He Yue saw passers-by in twos and threes on the road. The cicadas chirped loudly in summer, and the noisy people were disturbed. He ate noodles and felt hot all over. He was burned by Ji Ling's hot palm and almost jumped up. He wanted to wave Ji Ling away. Ling's hand, but his strength was too great, He Yue said in desperation, "OK."

The two walked towards the hospital side by side, and when Ji Ling didn't let go at the door, He Yue said, "What's wrong with you?"

Ji Ling said, "I want to spend more time with you."

"...Why did it look like parting from life and death?"

"..."

When the two arrived at the door of the ward, He Yue opened the door in no hurry. He raised his head and kissed Ji Ling's mouth like a superficial kiss, but Ji Ling's body froze like an electric shock. The hand holding He Yue's shoulder involuntarily strengthened, and said, "You are possessed by some monster?"

He Yue threw him a big white eye, and said, "You're still teasing me when you kiss you first? Hurry up, don't let me see you!"

"..."

After sending Ji Ling away, He Yue opened the door, but the lights inside were brightly lit. He was taken aback, and there was another person in the room besides Gong Xiang. He was wearing a white coat, a disposable mask, and a doctor's attire. Seeing He Yue approaching, his gaze was like a torch, as if he was going to burn a hole in his body, He Yue stepped back half a step after being watched by him, put on the door frame, and then came back, asking: "Doctor? How is Gong Xiang?"

The doctor's eyes were still fixed on He Yue, and He Yue felt uncomfortable. He didn't understand how he offended the doctor, and why he looked at him like an ugly person.

The doctor said coldly: "If you come later, all his blood will flow back into the infusion tube."

He Yue's breath was stagnant, and he said, "Impossible, I calculated the time."

Gong Xiang's infusion water would have to hang up for an hour at least, and he only went there for more than 20 minutes, so it is impossible to cause blood backflow!

The doctor obviously didn't believe him, and shifted his gaze from him to Gong Xiang's flushed cheeks due to fever, and said, "I can't trust the patient to you just because you are his friend, you go back, I Come and take care of him."

"You!" He Yue walked up to him quickly, and said, "What are you? Ji Ling sent you here? I have been friends with Gong Xiang for more than [-] years, and you, a stranger, can judge ?”

The doctor ignored him, and He Yueque found that the way he looked at Gong Xiang was completely different from the way he looked at him, with more complicated emotions, tenderness, anticipation, joy, forbearance...even heartache.

Is it possible...

He Yue suddenly took the doctor's hand and said gratefully: "Thank you for reminding the doctor, thanks to you Gong Xiang was not hurt! I suddenly remembered something, go out first, you help me take care of him!"

Said, immediately slipped away.

doctor:"……"

He looked at Gong Xiang's face, picked up the hot water bottle he had just opened, poured some hot water into the basin, tested the temperature, found it too hot, poured some cold water, and adjusted the temperature before he dared to replace Gong Xiang with a towel. Wipe yourself.

He unbuttoned Gong Xiang's collar, his hands stopped suddenly, and his earlobes gradually turned red. He coughed a few times and said to himself, "I just wiped your body for you."

After Gong Xiang was hung up with a bottle of water, his health improved a lot and his mind cleared up a little. Seeing a stranger wanting to untie his collar, he asked in a hoarse voice, "You... who..."

The doctor didn't expect him to wake up, so he put his hand on his buttons back, touched his cheek, and said in a low voice, "Your... admirer."

admirer?

Gong Xiang's ears get callused from hearing the word Gong Xiang. He has many fans, not to mention tens of millions of admirers, who are arguing on Weibo all day to marry him, but everything is a joke.

Only when you really get in touch with it do you realize that all the good things are just illusions.

Gong Xiang turned his head, his eyes fell on the distant void, and said, "Don't make...jokes."

Seeing him like this, the doctor's heart twitched violently, and he defended himself anxiously, saying: "I'm not joking, I have liked you since I was very young..."

This sentence is too familiar.

Gong Xiang pursed his pale lips. Because of the dryness, the originally rosy lips had a layer of white fringe. He said, "Give me... pour some water..."

"well!"

The doctor scalded the cup for Gong Xiang, poured him half a cup of hot water, poured in the warm water that had been left to dry, and turned it into warm water. He carefully helped Gong Xiang up, put the pillow on his back with one hand, and held the pillow with the other. Bring warm water to his lips.

Gong Xiang drank some water, his throat healed a lot, and asked, "Have you... seen... a good-looking man... I... want to see him..."

"You mean... He Yue... He just went out."

When Gong Xiang heard his name, he nodded and said, "Yes, call him in for me...I want to see him."

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