Thunder can't catch fire

It took only 10 minutes for Zhou Yan to rush to the hospital after receiving the call, and before turning to the corridor of the emergency room, he heard Qin Feifei crying loudly.

Zhou Yan's heartbeat was unexpectedly steady, he slowed down, and then walked over to pick up Qin Feifei who was crying and collapsed on the ground.

Several nurses standing around looked at each other, but no one dared to pull her.

——The combat power is too sturdy.

"Feifei." Zhou Yan gently patted her teary face, coaxing her, "Don't cry. Han Zheng is in such good health, he's fine. Tell me first, what happened?"

Qin Feifei called him in the ambulance, and cried at that time, talking incoherently and incoherently, just saying that Han Zheng was stabbed and bled a lot.Zhou Yan's heart sank, and he didn't ask any further questions. He asked her to stay with Han Zheng and come over immediately.

However, he pretended to be calm for Qin Feifei. When he was sitting in the taxi, he couldn't stop thinking wildly. He obviously didn't know anything, but he had already gone through the worst situation in his mind.

Qin Feifei sobbed and told him what happened while shedding tears, and choked up at the end: "There is really a lot of blood... my hands... are all blood..."

Zhou Yan looked down at her outstretched hands, the blood on them had dried up, together with her clothes, trousers, and legs, a large area, it was shocking to see.

Zhou Yan's heartbeat accelerated suddenly at that moment, as if someone had hit his temple hard, and he didn't recover for a long time.

An older sister who looked like a head nurse came by and said to Zhou Yan: "The injury is not yet known. But the gangster has already been caught. The police/police said that they will come over to take notes as soon as they wake up. This little girl has to do it too, but she is now Emotionally unstable."

Zhou Yan nodded, comforting Qin Feifei's back.

The nurse asked again: "Are you their relative? Come here and register."

"I'm not." Zhou Yan asked Qin Feifei, "Feifei, did you inform Grandpa or Ling Ying?"

Qin Feifei looked up with tears in his eyes, and shook his head in confusion: "I... don't want Grandpa to worry."

"It won't take long to hide such a big thing. When the time comes, Grandpa will be even more worried when he finds out."

"Then I'll make a call..." Qin Feifei said, frantically looking through her bag, but she couldn't find her phone. She was so anxious that she was about to cry again. Zhou Yan pressed her hand and shook her head, "Wait until tomorrow Well, it's too late now."

Zhou Yan and Qin Feifei sat outside the emergency room and waited.At this time, Qin Feifei had stopped crying. He had no energy after crying for too long, and even when he occasionally said a word to Zhou Yan, his voice was hoarse.

From time to time, people in the emergency area were carried in on stretchers. Some were covered in blood, and some moaned/groaned while covering their stomachs and heads. Individuals outside their own world.

A few months ago, he was also carried here lying down, unconscious, almost falling apart; his appearance at that time should not be much better than these people.

Zhou Yan thought a little funny, so at that time, he was already showing his ugly face in front of Han Zheng.

How would Han Zheng think of him then?Very fragile, vulnerable.

The only thing Zhou Yan was sure of was that that guy would definitely not be like him now, with his heart pierced like a knife, and he was so nervous that he wanted to jump off the building.

Qin Feifei wiped his face with the back of his hand, and then gave him the two bags in his hand. There was also a lot of blood on the bags, which was shocking to watch.

Her voice was very soft, and her breath was like a silk: "Are you hungry? If you are hungry, eat it. My brother made it. I wanted to bring it to you."

To be honest, with Zhou Yan's current mood like eating shit, he has no appetite at all, but the things in his hand were made by Han Zheng.In order to give himself supper, he would risk his life.

Zhou Yan opened the thermos, and the aroma of hot sweet and sour fish and red wine stewed beef came over his face.

He suddenly thought of many things.Many pictures suddenly filled his mind, leaving lingering shadows.

He didn't know what Han Zheng looked like when he cooked these dishes, whether it was exactly the same as in his kitchen at that time: back arched, sleeves rolled up halfway, face calm, thick eyelashes casting a clear shadow...

His eyes suddenly became a little sour.

It took an hour for the rescue to find out that Han Zheng had a ruptured spleen.

A nurse ran up to them in a hurry: "The patient has blood type A, and he is bleeding profusely now. Our blood bank has insufficient blood!"

Qin Feifei raised his head and grabbed the nurse's arm as if awakened suddenly, and said emotionally: "I am I am! I can give him a blood transfusion!"

"Sit down!" Zhou Yan gave her a hand, then stood up by himself, "Let me do it. I'm type A too."

After the blood was drawn, Zhou Yan lay down for a while. Originally, he just wanted to take a rest. He didn't know whether it was because he was too tired or because he was too weak from the lack of blood, so he fell asleep just like that.

One sleep is one night.

It was already six o'clock in the morning when he woke up the next day. Zhou Yan got up quickly, saving even the effort of washing his face, ran to the nurse's station, grabbed one and asked, "Han Zheng... was brought in last night. The one who was stabbed... what about the others?"

The little nurse may have just come to change shifts, with a confused look on her face: "Han Zheng? Which one?"

Zhou Yan was so anxious that his head was smoking. Just as he was about to speak, Qin Feifei's voice suddenly came from behind him: "Brother Zhou Yan."

Zhou Yan turned his head and saw Qin Feifei walking over, with Ling Ying standing beside him with a smile.

Qin Feifei has already changed out of the blood-stained clothes from yesterday. She probably took a shower. She has no makeup and simple clothes. She looks refreshed, but she is not in a good mood yet, with heavy bags under her eyes. No smiles either.

Ling Ying greeted him and said, "Han Zheng is out of danger, but he hasn't woken up yet."

Zhou Yan finally breathed a sigh of relief, and asked her, "Did Grandpa Qin know?"

"Understood, the blood pressure is so high, it took a lot of effort to persuade him to stay at home and come back when Han Zheng wakes up." Ling Ying looked at his watch, "You still have to go to work, go back first, I'm here That's it."

"I'll wait for him to wake up."

When Zhou Yan said this, his tone was very calm, but there was a sense of determination. He could feel that Ling Ying and Qin Feifei were both stunned.

He knew it was not appropriate to say this, after all, in their eyes, he and Han Zheng were just friends who met by chance and had known each other for half a year, while they were sisters and fiancees.

However, at this time, he has no time to care about him.No matter how calm a person is, some kind of madness will pop up from time to time. Zhou Yan often feels like a person walking on the edge of a cliff. He will be afraid to go down, because if he makes a mistake, he will be crushed to pieces; but he is also obsessed with that kind of danger. And torture, as if that was the only way to prove he was alive.

Qin Feifei had a final exam today, and Ling Ying offered to send her to school. For the first time, she didn't resist, she just nodded without saying anything harsh. "I can't make Han Zheng worry when he wakes up."

Zhou Yan smiled and patted her head.

Ling Ying and Zhou Yan said: "Then I'll trouble you to stay for a while first. I went to see the old man after seeing off Feifei. Wang Po said that she made soup and millet porridge. Call me if you have anything to do."

Ling Ying told Zhou Yan her number, and left with Qin Feifei.

Zhou Yan walked into Han Zheng's ward, and he was still sound asleep.

Thinking about it carefully, Zhou Yan had never seen Han Zheng asleep.Even when he was injured before, when Han Zheng was accompanying and taking care of him in the ward, every day when Zhou Yan woke up, Han Zheng had already gotten up.

Perhaps because of the deep-rooted habits of the former army, many of Han Zheng's living habits seem to be very rigorous and restrained.

His breathing was steady, his face was a little pale, his lips were very dry, his eyeballs moved from time to time, and even his eyelashes trembled slightly.

Zhou Yan looked aside for a while, couldn't help reaching out and tapping his brow, his index finger went down along the bridge of his straight nose, all the way to the middle of the man, his lips...

At this moment, Han Zheng suddenly moved and quickly grabbed Zhou Yan's index finger.

Zhou Yan was startled, and wanted to take his fingers out of his palm. At this moment, Han Zheng opened his eyes, looked at him, and raised his eyebrows, with a look of "what can I do?"

Zhou Yan was thin-skinned, and instantly felt embarrassed, and said in a low voice, "This is a hospital, please be careful..."

"Who on earth didn't pay attention and insulted me while I was sleeping?" Han Zheng's voice was low, he snorted coldly, then let go of his fingers, his face was still a little tired, and his tone was lazy, "Beef and fish, have you eaten yet?" ?”

"Not yet..." Zhou Yan replied honestly.He had no appetite yesterday first, and second... he couldn't bear it.

"Waste." Han Zheng criticized him mercilessly.

Zhou Yan called the doctor and nurse over for an examination. Han Zheng didn't speak much the whole time, and he seemed to be in a bad mood. Zhou Yan kept asking him "Does it hurt?" : "It's okay. It shouldn't be as painful as the hemiplegia you were beaten at that time."

Zhou Yan rarely quarreled with him, Han Zheng glanced at him, frowned and said, "Why do you look worse than me? Are you sick?"

"Yesterday you were rescued, and he gave you a blood transfusion." The little nurse next to you said a lot, "Just roll up your sleeves without saying a word, you are showing loyalty!"

The little nurse walked out after finishing speaking, leaving Han Zheng and Zhou Yan staring at each other in the ward.

The two looked at each other for a while, and Zhou Yan couldn't hold back a long breath: "Brother Zheng, don't be too moved. Your current body is not suitable for hugging your thighs in pain and tears."

Han Zheng cursed "Get out of here" and threw the pillow next to him.

Zhou Yan smiled, turned sideways and avoided: "I'm sorry, your current combat power is zero."

After speaking, the two of them suddenly had a good time together. Han Zheng touched his wound and almost failed, and gasped in pain.

When Zhou Yan saw this, he became anxious, wishing to beat him up, pointing at his nose and cursing boldly: "Please don't get too excited! Your wound is so deep! You don't even know how much blood you bleed! Now some of the blood in your veins is mine, so you have to cherish it. Otherwise, be careful and I will come back!"

Han Zheng breathed steadily, the corner of his mouth moved, and he looked up at him with sporadic smiles in his eyes: "Thank you."

Zhou Yan spread his hands: "I had an accident before, but you didn't say anything. I finally waited for a chance to repay my kindness."

Han Zheng didn't speak for a long time, Zhou Yan thought he had said something wrong, and was thinking about which word he said wrong, Han Zheng suddenly showed him a super bright smile, and quickly blinded him.Even his tone became extremely mocking.

"Promise with your body?"

Zhou Yan was dumbfounded.

His brother Zheng's skin is really thick, it's not that he is not thick, the time has not come yet!

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