The torn school grass is the lost first love? [Rebirth]

The next day was the weekend, Qu Linggong wanted the boy suffering from stomach pain to sleep well until he woke up naturally, before he dared to send Zhang Junruo a WeChat message, asking if he had woken up before 10 am.

Zhang Junruo was half lying in the warm winter sun by the window at the head of the bed, Xiaoyouzi was still snoring in his arms, with a trace of worry on his brows, looking at the screen, he typed a few words nervously and hesitantly— —was awake.

After a long while, Qu Linggong dressed up neatly and came to knock on the door. Zhang Junruo frowned slightly and hesitated to open the door.

Seeing that the boy was still wearing pajamas, Qu Linggong asked suspiciously, "Aren't you ready yet?"

The boy pursed his lips and nodded slightly.

Qu Linggong said softly, "Oh, don't worry, I'll pick you up in half an hour."

He felt that the boy's expression was different, and before he left, he turned around and asked, "Did you drink or eat in the morning?"

Zhang Junruo nodded slightly.

Qu Linggong felt relieved and said, "That's good, I thought you forgot our agreement yesterday."

Zhang Junruo looked back at him, and asked hesitantly, "Brother Ling, are you really going to the hospital?"

The boy is now called "Brother Ling" more smoothly, Qu Linggong is in a good mood, with a smile in his eyes, and said softly: "Of course I'm going, it hurts like that yesterday, why don't you see a doctor?"

The boy's complexion became pale, his light-colored lips pursed slightly, and he said in a low voice, "However, you don't have to have a...gastroscopy when you see a doctor."

Qu Linggong stared at the boy's worried expression, and realized that he was very resistant to the gastroscope.

Qu Linggong's eyes turned lightly, understanding. His baby was scared, and he responded with a smile "hmm", and said softly: "Yes, it is not necessary to have a gastroscopy, we just follow the doctor's arrangement, and the doctor said no Don’t worry if you have a gastroscope, you won’t.”

He said in his heart, with me here, I will definitely give you a gastroscopy.

There was a hint of fear on the boy's face, but he insisted that he was not worried.

Qu Linggong thought he was very cute when he was trying to be brave, so he smiled and said nothing.

The two were ready to stop, Qu Linggong took Zhang Junruo to stop a taxi at the intersection, and went straight to the Affiliated Hospital of City Medical University.

The chief physician of the Gastroenterology Department of the Medical University is an old professor in his 50s. After asking Zhang Junruo a few questions, as Qu Linggong expected, he suggested that he undergo a gastroscopy and abdominal ultrasound for a comprehensive examination.

Zhang Junruo's face turned pale, and he refused to say that he heard that he could have a barium meal examination.

The old professor frowned slightly, with the confidence of a medical authority on his face, and introduced in a dignified and serious tone that the barium meal examination is also possible, but it is not accurate enough. Gastroscopy is the most accurate way to check for gastric lesions. The boy is so young, and his medical history is not It has been several years, and it is still recommended to have a gastroscope to check it out. If there is no serious problem, you can rest assured.

Seeing that Zhang Junruo was still hesitating, Qu Linggong hurried forward and said that he was very willing to listen to the professor's arrangement and help him finalize the gastroscopy and abdominal color ultrasound.The old professor nodded with a smile, and gave him two payment slips.

Winter is the season with high incidence of stomach problems. There are a lot of patients who visit the doctor on weekends, but most of them are first visits and are not ready for the examination. Zhang Junruo followed Qu Linggong's instructions and fasted for the whole morning. Gastroscopy and abdominal cavity examination.

Zhang Junruo seldom came to the hospital. When his mother was sick, he would go to the pharmacy to buy some medicine and take it himself. He was very unfamiliar with the hospital's facilities and procedures.

Qu Linggong took Zhang Junruo very familiarly to the blood test room first to draw blood, and after the result came out, he carefully compared it with the routine data. It may be the inflammation caused by the stomachache yesterday. The boy's white blood cell count was slightly higher than the routine value .

He was a little distressed, with a worried look on Junyi's face, he looked up just in time to see Zhang Junruo looking at him silently, raised his eyebrows and smiled at him, patted the boy's shoulder, and said softly: "It's okay, the white blood cell count is a little high , maybe a little inflammation, don't worry, it will recover after a few days."

Zhang Junruo was slightly taken aback, he didn't know much about these things, somehow felt that the young man in front of him had gentle eyes and a calm demeanor, and a trace of panic rose in his heart, fearing that he would rely too much on him.

Qu Linggong took the ignorant boy to the door of the gastroscopy operating room, told him to sit obediently on the seat at the door, and used the excuse of going to the small supermarket on the first floor to buy water, then turned around and went to the payment window, and paid the gastroscopy and abdominal examination fees. All together.

He came back with the bottle pulse, and saw the boy sitting alone beside the deep aisle of the operating room from a distance, with his thin shoulders huddled, eyelashes downcast, looking blankly at the water-blue floor, expressing his inner panic with body language .

There was a hint of a smile on the corner of Qu Linggong's lips, his baby probably thought of gastroscopy as the ten tortures of the Qing Dynasty.

He quietly sat beside the boy, reached out and shook the boy's subconsciously folded fingers, and found that the fingertips were cold and slippery.

"Afraid?"

"Don't be afraid." Zhang Junruo pursed his lips, but his mouth was still stiff.

In the aisle, there was a middle-aged man with his back hunched over, being supported by his family, cursing and muttering about the pain of the gastroscopy.

Zhang Junruo listened silently, his face turned pale, his intertwined fingers were slowly clenched, and he asked after a while, "Brother, are you feeling bad?"

The boy was obviously terrified, but he pretended to be calm and cute. Qu Linggong couldn't help but want to tease him, and said very seriously: "Well, if you put the endoscope in from the mouth to the stomach, of course it won't hurt. I feel better. Who told you not to eat well, there is no way, Junruo, you should be very brave, bear with it, it will only take about 30 minutes."

Zhang Junruo was already terrified of the instrument entering his body. When he heard that the gastroscopy would take as long as half an hour, his face became even paler. He shrank his body and looked at him blankly with an expression of about to cry: "It will take as long as 30 minutes... ..."

"Do you know that you are afraid? You always treat yourself badly, remember this lesson." Qu Linggong hoped that he would learn the lesson, but at the same time felt very distressed.

"No... yes..." When the boy looked up, he happened to see the LCD screen hanging on the opposite wall, scrolling his name, reminding him to enter the operating room.

Zhang Junruo stood up staggeringly, with two slender and straight legs, one foot deep and the other shallow, walked towards the cold and deep passage, with a solemn expression as if he was going to the execution ground.

Qu Linggong also hurriedly stood up, grabbed the boy's arm, and pulled him into his arms. The other hand was not wrapped around it, like an incomplete hug, and the boy was slightly taken aback by his pull.

Taking advantage of the boy's approach, Qu Linggong put his lips to the boy's ear, and said with a smile, "Don't be afraid, idiot, it's anesthesia. You just fell asleep."

The warm breath brushed against the boy's sensitive ears, Zhang Junruo's ears were slightly red, and with a pair of beautiful inner pupils, he looked at Qu Linggong hesitantly, as if waiting for him to confirm his words again.

Qu Linggong looked into the eyes of the boy Wu Zhanzhan, inexplicably thinking of some kind of cute little animal, nodded firmly at the boy, and made another fighting gesture.

Zhang Junruo's frowning brows finally relaxed, he took a few steps forward, and then looked back at Qu Linggong, as if he was worried, Mr. Qu felt that his baby's way of looking back three times was really cute, Seriously and solemnly, she nodded at him repeatedly until she watched him enter the operating room.

Qu Linggong had carefully noticed the boy's resistance to gastroscopy for a long time ago, and he couldn't bear to let his baby suffer that crime. When he helped him pay the fee, he chose the "painless gastroscopy" for him on his own initiative.

According to the nurse's request, Zhang Junruo lay on his side on the operating table with his knees bent, a device like a retainer was stuffed into his mouth, and his long eyelashes trembled slightly nervously.

The nurse saw that the boy was still young and handsome, so she chatted with him comfortingly, saying that he would not feel pain or discomfort after the anesthesia, and told him to relax and put him in his heart when he was ready. Silently counting dozens of numbers, Zhang Junruo felt a pain in his arm and lost consciousness after counting from 1 to 6.

Someone called his name softly, the voice was as gentle as the early summer breeze with the fragrance of flowers and plants.

Consciousness dimly flew back to the time he cherished deeply, the boy with a bright smile broke the cocoa-flavored popsicle into two pieces, and handed half of it to his hand.

The taste is sweet and cool, with a hint of bitterness in the mellow, very attractive.

He ate half of it by himself, looked up and saw that half of the stick in the boy's hand hadn't moved, and asked him why he didn't eat it.

The boy's beautiful phoenix eyes were slightly bent, and he said with a smile: "Xiao Xun likes to eat chocolate-flavored things, and this half is for you, I just hold it for you."

The boy handed the other half to himself. He was a little embarrassed, but his heart was sweeter than the popsicle in his mouth.

"Ruoruo?" The man was still calling him in a gentle voice, his voice was soft and warm, full of pity.

Zhang Junruo trembled his eyelashes and woke up faintly. The young man's gentle and pleasant smile greeted his eyes. There was a sense of deja vu in that smile. Because of that smile, he somehow felt as if he had been salvaged from the depths of the sea of ​​consciousness. Feel.

The teenager helped him sit up slowly with one hand. He raised his hand and rubbed his sore eyes, looking at the surrounding environment, where there were pure white walls and bright blue sheets.

"Where is this place?" He was a little dazed.

"The anesthesia recovery room, I didn't lie to you, it doesn't hurt at all." The young man said softly.

Zhang Junruo felt for a while, except for some foreign body sensation deep in his throat, he really didn't feel any discomfort as imagined.

Qu Linggong looked at the boy who had just woken up with a cute look on his face, and his heart was inexplicably shaken. He handed him a glass of clear water and asked him to rinse his mouth. With a little blood foam, the young man stroked his back and comforted him: "It's normal, don't worry, it will be fine in the evening."

Qu Linggong waited for Zhang Junruo to finish rinsing his mouth, then led the ignorant boy to sit on a row of seats by the wall, handed him a prepared cup of hot cocoa, and said softly, "You haven't eaten all morning, are you hungry? Drink a little of this, and I will cook porridge for you when I get home at night."

Zhang Junruo obediently took the paper cup and took a sip. The drink was lukewarm, and the rich cocoa taste melted in his mouth, matching the taste left in the dream.

His mind was in a daze just after waking up, and he couldn't distinguish between dreams and reality, so he asked dully: "Xiao Gong, can you give me this too?"

Qu Linggong suffered a knowing blow to his heart, and he almost turned him into a bud. He stroked the top of the boy's head with his big hand, and said, "It's all for you. Be good, drink slowly."

His Ruoruo no longer resisted the taste of chocolate, and he forgave him.Qu Linggong thought gratefully.

While the boy was still a little drowsy, he put his arms around the boy's shoulders, and said softly in the boy's ear: "I just read the pathology report, it's just superficial gastritis, it can be cured, trust me."

"Oh..." the boy held the drink in both hands, sipping it, and replied dully, "I believe in your..."

☆、Qu Xiaoma