Affectionate for a long time

After discussing the specific treatment plan with the doctor, within three days of detoxification, Shen Tang went to the emergency room twice.

The detox reaction made it difficult to breathe and eventually led to a cardiac arrest that hadn't fully fused with him, but he survived both times.

The beeping beeps became Zhuang Moli's nightmare, he stayed by Shen Tang's side non-stop, occasionally dozed off, and the first thing he did when he woke up was to look at him.

The strong detoxification reaction made Shen Tang unable to eat anything, and could only rely on the nutritional needles that had not been broken to maintain.He began to lose weight, out of shape.

"Don't cry, I don't want to see you cry." Shen Tang raised his hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes, "It can be said that girls cry like pear blossoms with rain, but you are a man who shed tears casually, how ugly .”

Now he speaks like a gossamer, his voice hangs on a thread, as if it might be cut off at any time.Zhuang Mo squeezed out a bitter juice in his heart, but he could only bear the bitterness and pretend that nothing happened, and retorted, "Sexism!"

"Of course, no matter how much a woman cries, I don't care about it. When you cry, my heart will break." Shen Tang took his hand and placed it on his chest, with a slight smile on his face with high cheekbones.

"Slick tongue..." Zhuang Moli was willing to induce Shen Tang to talk more, so that he could divert his attention to a certain extent and relieve the pain in his body, "You are sweating all over, do you want to change your clothes?"

Shen Tang's body froze suddenly, and the heartbeats of his subordinates began to speed up obviously. Zhuang Moli frightened and slowly looked at the machine connected to Shen Tang's body on the left, like a robot with a straight neck. The green line suddenly began to vibrate violently up and down.The peak rose at a visible speed, and then began to fall like a cliff.

Zhuang Moli grabbed his hand and vigorously pressed the emergency button on the bedside.

"Don't be afraid... I won't die..." Shen Tang looked at his instantly pale face and his fingers that were colder than his, and tried his best to squeeze out a few useless comforting words.

Tears fell again and again, with a completely uncontrollable physical reaction, Zhuang Moli hugged him and begged helplessly, "We won't quit drugs anymore, Shen Tang, I beg you, I'm really scared, don't do this scare me, I beg you..."

It was the afternoon of the eighth day when Shen Tang started to detoxify when the first critical illness notice was issued.

In the early morning of the ninth day, Yan Qingcheng rushed back to the hospital covered in frost and cold.He and Yin Hanzhi had a fierce quarrel outside the ward, and Yan Qingcheng's roar overturned the entire floor, but strangely, none of the medical staff or patients tried to remind him that this is a hospital that needs to be kept quiet.

Yin Hanzhi cried, weeping amidst Yan Qingcheng's roar.The quarrel lasted for more than ten minutes, and it suddenly and extremely quickly subsided.

Shen Tang just fell asleep before he came, Zhuang Moli looked up at the sound-proof earphones covering his ears, and copied Buddhist scriptures under the lamp beside the hospital bed in peace.

"Copy Buddhist scriptures?" A black shadow hung over his head, and before Zhuang Moli could stop writing, one hand forcefully snatched away the notebook he was writing.The black signature pen drew an extremely discordant mark on the white paper.

Before Zhuang Moli could speak, the man who was arguing outside just now let out a contemptuous snort, "The post-[-]s are superstitious, what's the use of copying these ghost things! Even if the copy is bad, those illusory gods and Buddhas I don't even have the slightest bit of mercy for you, it's just ridiculous!"

As Yan Qingcheng said, with a big wave of his hand, the thin book turned into a pile of shredded paper in less than half a minute under his hands, and fell to the ground like a pile of scattered and unsightly garbage.

Zhuang Moli stared at the pieces of paper that fell on the ground with wide eyes, squatting on the ground almost trembling.The old monk said that when copying the Buddhist scriptures, he recited his wish silently in his heart. As long as the heart is sincere and the Bodhisattva knows it, the wish will surely come true.But now the results of his hard work for several nights have been torn up by Yan Qingcheng... It's okay to copy again, but, what if the Bodhisattva thinks his heart is not sincere?

The number of times Yan Qingcheng talked to Zhuang Moli can be counted on one hand, and almost every time he occupies a superior position.He has no confidence, standing in front of him is like a primary school student who shows his weakness on his face.But this time, how dare he push him so hard!

Moreover, he looked at the pile of mental waste with heartache and horror.

"Are you crazy? What's the use of these rags! A special medical team will come from Europe at noon today, and they are already discussing countermeasures." Yan Qingcheng kicked the ball of shredded paper away. I will think rationally.He felt terrible and sad.

"How do you know if you don't try?" Zhuang Moli stood up with red eyes, grabbed his collar and said fiercely, "Can you guarantee that those so-called famous doctors will be able to cure him? You can make them stop The fucking incompetent can only send a critical illness notice? Can you!"

"It's better than you. Do you know what you are doing?" Yan Qingcheng broke his wrist and grabbed the sandalwood Buddha beads on his wrist. He choked up and said, "None of these can save him!"

"And these, these..." Yan Qingcheng slammed him to the side of the sofa, pulled the cross off his neck forcefully, then opened the cabinet where he was lying on the desk just now, and slowly piled up the inside into a mess. The scriptures of gods and Buddhas all over the world were brought out.Open the window and throw it down hard.

Zhuang Moli turned over and ran to the window, the biting cold wind made his hair stand on end, and the hoarfrost on the ground reflected the clear light under the moonlight.

After Yan Qingcheng threw away the pile of disgusting things, he didn't care about him anymore, just sat down beside Shen Tang, when suddenly someone strangled his neck with his hands from behind, fell off the chair fiercely, and collapsed in embarrassment. on the ground.

Zhuang Moli's face was twisted in horror, and the veins on his fair and slender hands were prominent.He grabbed Yan Qingcheng, as if he was a sworn enemy, and was about to chop him up immediately.

"Go to hell! Die for him!" He leaned against Yan Qingcheng's neck and roared hoarsely.

Yan Qingcheng looked up at his expression, his heart trembled, his eyes were full of madness and hatred, he really wanted to kill.

The trachea was tightly strangled, and with this posture on his back again, Yan Qingcheng's face quickly burst red due to suffocation and congestion, and then turned gray and terrifying black purple again.

He slapped his arm vigorously, but Zhuang Moli did not respond, and even continued to increase his strength.If this continues, he will either suffocate to death or his neck will be strangled by him.

Yan Qingcheng didn't understand, he just threw a bunch of tattered scriptures at him and it made him go crazy and out of control.If these gods and Buddhas really exist, why are there so many things that cannot be asked for and so many crimes in this world?He threw away those books just to let him stop kidding himself and face reality sooner.

Yan Qingcheng would never have imagined what kind of consolation and obsession these are for a person who is almost desperate.

In this world, hope is better than despair, even if it is almost impossible.

"What are you doing... Mo Li, let go of Qingcheng!" Yin Hanzhi had just gone to the bathroom to wash his face and calm down, and when he came back, he saw Yan Qingcheng lying on the ground, Zhuang Moli behind him as if he wanted to put him under pressure. Deadly strangled his neck.

Yin Hanzhi's scream brought Zhuang Moli back to his senses. He looked at Yan Qingcheng who was about to die in front of him, his eyes widened, and he let go of his hand stiffly.