My Foolish Snake Husband Wouldn't Stop Pestering Me

"Yan Rui was seriously injured. When I went, his whole body was covered with blood, and the carpet under his body was stained red..." Duan Lin raised his head. Hands covering eyes, fingers trembling.

Duan Lin lowered his head, took a deep breath and felt very uncomfortable.

"I hugged him and watched him close his eyes. For a moment, I thought he would never wake up again. Uncle He, say..." Duan Lin choked up, "I Why are you so cruel?"

A sour smell rushed into the nasal cavity, and the eyelashes were dizzy again with tears.

Uncle He didn't say a word, his heart was surging, he clenched the receiver tightly.

"How is Young Master Yan now?"

"Still in the emergency room, should not be life-threatening."

Uncle He heaved a sigh of relief, but his heart was still on his mind, "Second Young Master, Young Master Yan will take care of you hard, and I will tell the old lady about this."

"Uncle He, grandma, wait for Yan Rui to recover before talking to her. I'm afraid grandma won't be able to take it after she finds out."

Uncle He thought for a while and agreed.

After hanging up the phone, Duan Lin stood outside the emergency room, staring at the closed door with a stiff body.

The doctor came out and asked, "Where are the family members of the patient?"

Duan Lin rushed forward: "Here!"

The doctor had a serious face, Duan Lin's heart was beating wildly, and his eye sockets were a little red again.

"Doctor... what's wrong with him? Is it okay..." The voice became more and more trembling, connected with the heartbeat.

The doctor looked at Duan Lin's appearance, and directly regarded him as a violent scum, and said angrily: "Don't worry, I won't die for the time being, if you are more ruthless, your partner will probably stay in the hospital for a long time." .”

Duan Lin heaved a sigh of relief when he heard the first half of the sentence, he was stunned for a while, and when he heard the second half of the sentence, he explained: "He is not my partner."

The doctor didn't bother to listen to his explanation: "The patient has both external and internal injuries. The three broken fingers on his right hand have been reattached. Be careful not to move his hand these days. In addition, the body has many injuries, so don't get wet before the wound heals." If you want to take a bath, just wipe it, so as not to get inflammation and leave scars..."

"Wait, it's too much, I'll write it down with my mobile phone." It's his first time taking care of someone, and his skills are unfamiliar, and he is afraid that one of them will get seriously ill if he doesn't take good care of him, so he must remember these precautions clearly.

The doctor saw him take out his mobile phone to type, and then began to talk about the precautions.

Only this time it was spoken more slowly and clearly.

"The patient is malnourished." When he said this, the doctor's expression was indescribable.

Yan Rui suffered from severe malnutrition, malnutrition, and anemia.

The doctor was also very curious that malnutrition could be so serious these days, and asked Duan Lin patient's diet in detail.

It's no wonder that Yan Rui is not malnourished, he is Zhou Ran's backup blood bank, he is taken to the hospital for a blood draw from time to time, one thousand milliliters at a time, and a second time before the blood is replenished.

At home, eating and drinking are also irregular. During the month that Duan Lin lived with him, the kitchen hadn't been turned on once.

When Duan was about to order takeaway, Yan Rui went outside to buy bread to eat.

Mingming's grandma gave him a bank card, which contained his living expenses, and he liked to suffer because he didn't use it. Who can blame him for this situation?

If you don't feel sorry for yourself, how can you expect others to treat you kindly?

The doctor prescribed some recipes for Duan Lin. In short, to solve the problem, he needs to take some supplements, eat more healthy food, and maintain a healthy, scientific and reasonable eating habit of three meals a day.

This disease cannot be solved by hospitalization. If it wants to be cured, it can only be recuperated slowly.

Duan Lin finished memorizing it carefully on his mobile phone, "Thank you doctor, I have memorized everything."

"Okay, the patient is now transferred to the ward, take good care of him, and keep an eye on him for infusion."

Duan Lin sniffled and watched Yan Rui being pushed out into the ward.

Duan Lin hurriedly followed, seeing that his slender left arm was inserted with an infusion tube, and one hand was swollen.

Second Young Master Duan, who had never served anyone before, was in a hurry. After Yan Rui'an was safely sent to the ward, he moved a chair and sat by the bed to watch him.

For a while, I looked at his face and his hands, and for a while, I stared at the drip bottle hanging above, lest the medicine run out, and the air would run in and pour out the blood.

After sitting for a while, Duan Lin couldn't help reaching out and touching Yan Rui's fingers.

Like a fragile ice cube, it feels like it will shatter when you touch it. When you hold it in your hand, it feels like you are holding a bone.

Duan Lin put his hand next to his face, thinking in pain: Yan Rui, don't like my brother anymore, okay?

.......

Yan Rui woke up again, it was already late at night.

He didn't know how long he had been in a coma, and he clearly planned to listen to Duan Lin's words without closing his eyes, but he still couldn't make it through when he got to the hospital.

Now that he woke up, his breath was full of the bitter taste of disinfectant, Yan Rui coughed lightly, and looked at the top of his head weakly with his eyes lifted.

The drip bottle was hanging on the left hand side, and the transparent liquid slowly slid down the plastic tube. His eyes slowly looked down, and he saw a pair of slender, white fingers.

Duan Lin, who was 1.8 meters five, was curled up on a chair, with two hands lightly covering his left hand, and the temperature in his palm was continuously being transmitted to his cold left hand.

Yan Rui moved his fingers, and Duan Lin woke up.

He sat up straight with a jerk, his sleepy eyes seemed to be lit by a fire.

Duan Lin stared straight at Yan Rui and asked, "Sister-in-law, are you awake? Are you hungry? Are you still feeling sick? How about some water first?"

Yan Rui coughed, and his body heaved up and down, dragging the throbbing pain of the wound.

Duan Lin immediately got up and rang the call bell, and shouted outside: "Doctor, the patient has woken up and is coughing now, come here quickly!"

Yan Rui was coughing out of breath, but when he heard him making such a fuss, he quickly called to him: "Duan Lin, I'm fine, stop shouting, the hospital prohibits making loud noises."

Duan Lin, who loves to make troubles, stopped his voice immediately, and sat down next to Yan Rui, scratching his nose, looking down at the person, as if hesitating to speak.

"Sister-in-law, are you still in pain? Are you still feeling uncomfortable?"

Yan Rui shook his head, "It's much better."

During Duan Chen's torture before, he broke his throat. Now his throat hurts badly, as if he was scratched by a knife. His vocal cords are hoarse, and even his voice is hoarse when he speaks.

Duan Lin quickly got up and poured him a glass of water, "Drink some water."

Duan Lin was really thirsty, so he took a gulp of water from the rim of his cup.

When Duan Chen kissed his mouth in the morning, he bit his mouth open. Now that he is drinking water, the wound is excruciatingly painful.

What hurts more is the heart, it hurts too much.

After the water was poured into the stomach, the stomach felt sour for a while, so did the eyes and nose.

He raised his right hand and rubbed his eyes with his sleeve, feeling that he was useless.

"Have you not eaten all day? Let me order you a bowl of porridge."