A Lucky Coin

have a fever.

Hearing Cui Yi tell him on the first day of junior high school that the thermometer showed 38.4 degrees, he was taken aback for a moment, and then wanted to laugh.

fling in teeth.

Will he be the first person in the world to have a fever from shock?

"Use this to cool down first," the nurse gave him an ice pack, "if it doesn't cool down, then take antipyretics."

"Thank you." On the first day of the junior high school, he took the ice pack and covered his forehead in embarrassment.

"Why don't you go back to rest tonight," Cui Yi said, "I'll ask for an escort..."

"No," the first day of junior high school was taken aback, and quickly shook his head, "No no no no no."

Cui Yi looked at him and smiled: "Are you stuttering or are you emphasizing your tone?"

"Strengthen," said the first day of the junior high school, "I'm not, it's fine."

It was very late now, and the escort would definitely not be available. If he went back to sleep, it would be Cui Yi, a barrister, who was as busy as a spinning top every day.

Besides, don't say that he just has a fever right now, even if he is about to faint right now, he is unwilling to leave.

Fever is really not a big deal to him. He has never been to the hospital for any illness. He has never been to the hospital for any cold, fever, cough and fever, including being injured.

Grandma has magic medicine, painkillers.

No matter what the problem is, whether it is a headache, a stomach ache or a cold, inflammation or injury, as long as there is any ailment on the body, grandma will give him a painkiller, and no one will care whether it is good or bad.

My aunt strongly objected when she found out about it, but grandma is a very assertive person, and it is useless to object. In the end, it was my aunt who used the reason that "you will become fools if you eat too much, and no one will support you in the future". He stuffed painkillers.

But he still won't go to the hospital, he usually relies on self-healing.

He wouldn't take a fever like today's seriously at all, and it would last for at most two days, and it would be almost the same, and he was either sick or scared today.

urgent.

Saying it was urgent could save some face.

The door of the observation room is closed, and nothing can be seen. On the first day of junior high school, I would walk over there every minute, stand for a while and then come back to sit.

There should be other patients inside, and there are still a few people sitting on the chair next to it, and an older sister is crying with her face covered with a handkerchief.

Originally, I was not at ease in the first day of junior high school. Seeing her like this, I couldn't sit still at all. I wanted to stand up as soon as my butt touched the chair.

"Yan Hang said that you haven't encountered anything," Cui Yi said, "It seems that it is true."

"I'm going out now, go out and take a turn." Chu Yi said.

"Go." Cui Yi smiled.

On the first day of junior high school, I sat still.

"Why don't you go?" Cui Yi said.

"I said this, this kind of talk never, never, doesn't count." Chuyi said.

Cui Yi smiled and said nothing.

On the first day of the junior high school, he took out his mobile phone and glanced at the time: "Uncle Cui, come back, come back, it's getting late."

"I'll stay for a while longer," Cui Yi also looked at the phone, "I'm leaving, you little brat can't handle things."

"You know, come and take a look tomorrow, just look at it," Chuyi said, "Not now, it's nothing serious, just staring blankly."

Cui Yi smiled and patted his shoulder.

After Cui Yi left, Chu Yi continued to be in a daze in the corridor.

Yan Hang didn't know how long he was going to lie in the observation room. The doctors and nurses walking around looked busy, so he didn't have the nerve to ask someone.

But he didn't feel tired or sleepy, and the fever didn't seem to affect him, so it wasn't difficult to continue to stay here.

He was a little worried about Yan Hang.

Is Yan Hang awake now or asleep?

Has the anesthesia passed?

Will the wound hurt?

If the wound hurts, Yan Hang, who is always insomnia, will not be able to sleep even more, just lying like that, with many tubes and threads on his body, unable to turn over or something... it will be very uncomfortable.

Chuyi sighed.

When did Yan Hang come out of the observation room? I couldn't figure it out on the first day of junior high school. Anyway, it was a long time, many hours.

He followed the nurse's sister to work together and sent Yan Hang back to the ward.

Cui Yi probably said hello, or paid more money. Yan Hang lived in a very high-end double ward. The two beds are quite far away. With the curtain in the middle, they can basically not interfere with each other.

"The doctor will come to make rounds at seven o'clock," the nurse said, "let him rest now, and ring us if there is anything."

"Yeah." Chu nodded.

After the nurse closed the door and left the ward, Chuyi took the chair next to him, put it gently on the side of the bed, sat down and stared at Yan Hang.

It wasn't until this moment that he finally relaxed completely, feeling a little soreness in his waist.

Yan Hang should have fallen asleep, with his eyes closed, he only opened his eyes a little when he was pushed to the ward to change the bed just now, and then continued to sleep.

Chu Yi held his chin and looked at his face motionless.

His hair was a little messed up, his lips were a little pale, and he still had a tube in his nose, which made him look distressed, but handsome nonetheless.

Yan Hang is so handsome.

The first day smiled.

I didn't stare for a long time, the doctor came to make rounds, and I just came back to my senses on the first day of junior high school, and passed the night in the operation and observation room like this.

"I can't drink water yet. If the patient is thirsty, use a cotton swab to moisten it," the doctor explained. "The stomach tube will have to be inserted for two days, and the intestinal peristalsis will be fully recovered before it can be removed. After the removal, you can eat some liquid and semi liquid. of food."

"Hmm." The first day of junior high school listened carefully, for fear that he might miss a word.

He is so serious when it comes to class, he will definitely pass the key high school.

After eight o'clock, Yan Hang woke up, his eyes were still a little dazed, but he was in good condition, so he smiled at Chuyi.

"Does it hurt?" Chu Yi asked.

"It's okay." Yan Hang said, his voice was a little hoarse, and he felt a little struggling to speak.

"Are you thirsty?" asked again on the first day of the junior high school, "The doctor said you can drink cotton, cotton swabs..."

Yan Hang didn't speak, but closed his eyes and laughed. After laughing for two seconds, he frowned again, probably because the wound hurt.

"The cotton swab is soaked in water," Chu Yi corrected himself, and sighed again, "Such a low smile, what's the point of laughing, what should I do."

"Come one." Yan Hang said.

On the first day of the lunar new year, he poured a glass of water, took a cotton swab and wiped it on his lips. When he was about to take it away, Yan Hang took the cotton swab head in his mouth and sipped the water off it.

pitiful.

On the first day of junior high school, I was very distressed, and gave him another stick.

"I want to wash my face," Yan Hang said, "my face is too uncomfortable."

"Oh." The first day of the junior high school answered, and remembered that if he was going to be hospitalized, he would have to go back to get the daily necessities.

This is a very difficult decision for him, he doesn't even want to leave the hospital, let alone the hospital, he doesn't even want to leave the ward.

"Go buy it." Yan Hang said.

"Okay." Chu nodded.

I don't know if Yan Hang saw what he was thinking, so he pointed out the way. If it was normal, the first day of junior high school would definitely think it was too wasteful. Not long ago, Yan Hang just bought a bunch of towels, toothbrushes, toothpaste, etc. Yes...but right now he didn't even think about it, he immediately took the money and went out.

There is a supermarket in front of the hospital, with everything you need to eat and use.

On the first day of junior high school, he didn't even look at the price very carefully. He took towels, toothbrushes, and a pack of wet tissues that he had never bought before. They were quite expensive. A small pack cost 12 yuan, while Yan Hang's big tube was only [-] yuan.

When they returned to the ward, Cui Yi came over, standing in front of the bed and yawning.

"Uncle Cui." The first day of the junior high school said hello.

"This face," Cui Yi sighed when he saw him, "Has the fever gone?"

"I don't know." Chu Yi said.

Cui Yi reached out and touched his forehead: "If you don't return at noon, go ask for an antipyretic medicine."

"Oh." On the first day of the junior high school, she took the towel and went to the toilet, and while rubbing the towel, she took a look at her face.

It's ugly, but it's not as good as Yan Hang's complexion, probably because he didn't sleep.

While wiping Yan Hang's face, Yan Hang looked at him and whispered, "Go back to sleep."

"Can't sleep." On the first day of the junior high school, he gently rubbed Yan Hang's face carefully. Yan Hang looked tender, but he was always afraid that his skin would be broken if he rubbed hard, and he was afraid that his hands would not be steady enough to touch his face. tube.

Stomach tube.

The stomach tube actually goes in through the nose, and I feel uncomfortable just thinking about it.

"I don't know the expression on my face, I thought it was you who was stabbed." Yan Hang said.

"You thought you were pretty good-looking?" said the first day of the junior high school, "Now you start a live broadcast, guaranteeing that there will be no tours or yachts, and you will be paid directly by using Alipay.

"Is it so miserable?" Yan Hang smiled.

"It's very miserable," he sighed after thinking about it on the first day of junior high school, "I can't live broadcast, my phone was dropped, and the screen was broken."

"Just get a new one," Yan Hang said.

"The rich man." Chu Yi said.

Yan Hang's spirit was not bad, but it didn't last long, and he became a little confused again after a while.

"I have to go to the office, and I have a lot of things to do," Cui Yi said, "I asked someone to contact the escort, and I might come here in the afternoon. After the person arrives, you can sleep on the sidelines for a while."

"En." Chu nodded.

"I'll come back after I finish my work in the afternoon." Cui Yi said.

"It's nothing, it's nothing," Chu Yi said, "I can deal with it."

"The tone is really loud," Cui Yi said, "Then you deal with it, and tell me if you can't handle it."

"Okay." The first day of the junior high school scratched his head in embarrassment.

Without Cui Yi, he didn't know what he could have done with all the things yesterday.

Fortunately, there is Cui Yi.

He always felt that he was more powerful and courageous than before, and he could do many things. In fact, when something happened, he realized that he was still as useless as before.

He sat down on a chair, leaned against the wall and sighed.

Tomorrow is the day when he made an appointment with some people in the dormitory to go climbing and play the ropeway. When Zhou Chunyang sent a message to confirm with him, he had no choice but to refuse.

"What's wrong?" Zhou Chunyang called, "Didn't you say you're fine?"

"Suddenly something happened," said the first day of junior high school, not knowing what to say, "I didn't know it before."

"Then it's just me, Xiaoyang and Wu Xu tomorrow," Zhou Chunyang sighed, "They said they want to take a girl, and I'll be miserable."

"You take the men." Chu Yi said.

Zhou Chunyang laughed: "Where should I take it? It's hard to see one and I can't move it."

There was no sound on the first day.

"Okay, I'll be a light bulb tomorrow," Zhou Chunyang said, "Let's go out to play again after everyone else has gone back to school."

"Well." He answered on the first day of junior high school, and hesitated after the answer. He might not be able to have time immediately after the holiday, and he had to ask for leave to take care of Yan Hang.

He didn't know if he should tell Zhou Chunyang now.

"What's the matter?" Zhou Chunyang probably sensed that his tone was wrong, "You're listless?"

"I may have to ask for a few days off," Chu Yi said, "I have something to do."

"...Did something happen to you?" Zhou Chunyang asked, "If you have something to say, Xiaoyang and I can help."

"No, no need," said Chu Yi, "it's a small thing."

"Yes..." Zhou Chunyang opened his mouth, but didn't continue, "Anyway, I want to help you speak."

"Hmm." Chu Yi smiled.

The other patient in the ward was very quiet, sleeping all the time, from morning to night, and there was no sound when he woke up. It must be a serious illness.

In contrast, Yan Hang's state is much better. During the day, he is half asleep and half awake. At night, he is basically awake, but he can't move yet.

The doctor did not allow me to move, but only told me to lie down.

"The escort will come over in a while, and let him wipe my body," Yan Hang sighed, "I feel as if my body is covered with a shell, which is uncomfortable."

Escorts come over and wipe yourself?

On the first day of the junior high school, I was taken aback.

"I'll wipe." He stood up.

"You?" Yan Hang looked at him, seemingly hesitant.

He didn't speak on the first day of the junior high school, but Yan Hang's hesitation made him want to bend down and get under the hospital bed.

From Yan Hang waking up in the morning to now, neither of them mentioned what happened yesterday all day today. Yan Hang should have no energy, but he dared not mention it.

The little courage he accumulated yesterday dissipated after he finished saying that I like you, not to mention that Yan Hang was injured because of his words, even if he was not injured, he has already recalled the scene at that time Don't dare.

Now that Yan Hang hesitated for a moment, he immediately gave up.

Is it because Yan Hang knew what he was thinking, so he was a little resistant to such contact as rubbing his body?

But what he said has already been said, how can he take it back!

On the first day of the junior high school, he stood by the bed in a daze.

"Then you can wipe it." Yan Hang said.

"Huh?" Chu Yi looked at him.

"Why," Yan Hang also looked at him, "You regretted it in a second?"

"No." On the first day of the junior high school, he hurried into the toilet, rubbed the towel and took it out.

"Actually, it's not too late." Yan Hang lifted the quilt from his body, "You haven't slept for two days and one night..."

Hearing this on the first day of junior high school, my heart was very sore, and I turned to the beginning, afraid that I would accidentally wipe my tears again.

Mother chirping.

"I'm afraid you'll stick your head in my wound," Yan Hang said.

On the first day of the lunar new year, he was taken aback, then laughed, and carefully studied the hospital gown Yan Hang was wearing.

Very retro style, it is actually a tether.

"This dress is unscientific, scientific," Chu untied the knots one by one, "I'm going to be a fool, fool, what if I tied a dead button."

Yan Hang smiled and said nothing, and sighed.

"The wound hurts, does it hurt?" Chuyi asked.

"Just say a few words," Yan Hang said, "It doesn't hurt if you don't smile."

On the first day of the junior high school, he pursed his lips and stopped making a sound.

After pulling Yan Hang's clothes off, he frowned.

He originally thought that the wounds on Yan Hang's body were the knife wound on his waist and one on his hand, but now he realized that not only these, but also three places covered by gauze, which should be all knife wounds underneath.

There are also some unshielded scrapes.

"Why..." The first day of the junior high school held the towel and didn't know where to wipe it, "So many injuries."

"It's nothing," Yan Hang said, "It will be fine in two days."

"That person," Chu Yi frowned, slowly rubbing on his chest, "I could, I could, catch him."

"Well, that's for sure," Yan Hang said, "Our dog brother can knock him down with one punch."

On the first day of junior high school, he didn't speak. After wiping his chest, he wiped Yan Hang's arm. When he saw the thick gauze wrapped around his hand, he couldn't help asking: "What's wrong with your hand, why... you grabbed the knife ,Yet?"

"If you don't grab it, you'll stab it all in," Yan Hang said, "Then I probably won't be able to speak at this moment."

On the first day of the new year, there was no sound.

He wanted to know the situation at that time, and how Yan Hang was injured, but after asking, he still felt that he shouldn't ask.

In fact, Yan Hang didn't have many places to wipe on his body. Wipe his chest, three small wounds on both sides of his ribs, and a large piece of gauze on his waist and stomach. In short, there are not many parts on the front that can be wiped.

While wiping his stomach, he pulled down the quilt, and the trousers of the hospital gown were also tied. At this moment, Yan Hang had just finished the operation, so he didn't tie it up. With this pull, the quilt wrapped around the waist of the trousers was torn off.

It wasn't until the first day of the junior high school that the patient after the operation...had no underwear.

He froze suddenly holding the towel.

The trousers of the hospital gown were pulled by him, and Yan Hang's entire lower abdomen was exposed, tight and flat, and he even felt faintly in his peripheral vision...

"Hey," Yan Hang stretched out his hand and lifted up his pants, "It would be embarrassing for someone to come in."

On the first day of junior high school, he quickly helped him pull up his pants.

"I'll rub, rub, rub, rub..." On the first day of the junior high school, he didn't know whether he was too nervous or too embarrassed or too... He gave up and continued talking, turned around and went straight into the toilet.

After entering the toilet, he turned on the faucet, and while rubbing the towel, he was shocked that he could be so shameless.

In the hospital, in the ward, facing Yan Hang, who was injured all over his body, he was able to stiffen without even seeing the lower abdomen clearly.

Apart from shock, he couldn't find any other words to describe his feeling at this moment.

Fortunately, there was still some reason left in his body. After he slowly rubbed the towel, the reaction that made him vaguely feel shame subsided.

He returned to the bed with the washed towel.

"Wipe your back." Yan Hang said.

"Yeah." On the first day of the junior high school, he carefully pushed Yan Hang to the side without the back injury.

The condition of his back was okay, there was no injury, only a small bruise, which was carefully wiped off on the first day of junior high school, and then slowly supported Yan Hang's back to make him lie flat.

"It's much more comfortable." Yan Hang closed his eyes.

On the first day of the junior high school, he put away the towel, sat back beside the bed, and stared at the floor in a daze.

After recovering from the previous shock, he began to feel depressed, then unhappy, and then angry with himself.

He didn't know what was wrong with him.

Even if he likes Yan Hang, it shouldn't be like this, right?

What is wrong with me!

It's not really a dog!

Even if it's a dog, it's still autumn, so why worry about getting angry!

"Go get something to eat." Yan Hang said.

"No appetite." Chuyi muffled his voice.

"I haven't eaten since noon," Yan Hang turned his head to look at him, "Don't you eat, drink, or sleep?"

"Cultivating immortals." Chuyi said.

Yan Hang laughed twice and then sighed: "Stop talking."

"Then I'll go eat, eat something," Chu Yi said, "Would you like to take a nap for a while?"

"En." Yan Hang nodded.

On the first day of junior high school, he took a cotton swab and dipped him in some water before leaving the ward.

He really has no appetite. From yesterday to now, his whole body seems to be numb. He doesn't feel tired, sleepy, or uncomfortable. It's probably because his physical fitness is too good.

But he didn't want Yan Hang to worry about whether he ate or not at this time, so he planned to go out and buy some small bread and cakes for two bites.

There is a bakery at the door, the puffs that Cui Yi brought him yesterday should be bought from this shop, they are quite delicious.

He went into the store and looked around. He wanted to buy a bigger one, but found that the small one like yesterday cost 12 yuan.

If he was not in a hurry and wanted to go back to the ward quickly, he would not have spent 12 yuan to buy a small puff.

He was not willing to eat this puff all the way back to the ward, but before entering the ward, he suddenly remembered that Yan Hang had nothing to eat now, and it was too cruel to go in with this puff.

He stood in the corridor, finished eating the puffs, wiped his mouth again, and then entered the ward.

Yan Hang closed his eyes and tilted his head, apparently falling asleep.

On the first day of the junior high school, he walked over very lightly to have a look, picked up the chair and gently placed it beside the bed, and sat down.

At the moment, there are quite a lot of people in the corridor outside. The hospital food delivery car is coming, and many people are walking around to get food.

But the room was quite quiet, and Yan Hang's slow breathing could even be heard on the first day of the junior high school.

He lay down on the edge of the bed, pillowed on his arm, and looked at Yan Hang's hand beside him.

Yan Hang's left hand was not injured, but it looked particularly distressing with a needle inserted right now.

Not long after lying down like this, he felt a little sleepy, yawned, and sat up again. There was still medicine in the bottle, and he was afraid that he would miss it if he fell asleep.

After sitting for a while, I felt a sore back, probably because I hadn't rested for two days, and finally I couldn't hold it anymore?He lay down on the edge of the bed again.

Continue to stare at Yan Hang's hand.

Yan Hang should have slept soundly, but his fingers moved slightly from time to time.

I don't know if it's because of the discomfort from the needle in his hand, but every time he moves his finger, he will reach out and tap it lightly on the fingertip, which can be regarded as comforting the finger.

So beautiful, Yan Hang's hand.

When his fingers hooked slightly again, he leaned forward and touched his fingertips lightly with his lips.