no way

Yan Jianghe is such a wicked person, all the bones of his body should be pinched by the stinky feet of the monsters, he is really ashamed of the title of "doctor".He really couldn't be willing to save someone's life, the seven-level pagoda must have been built on the seventh floor of hell.

The engine stopped, the wheels hit the road, and his whining was blatantly publicized.Zhang Cong was dizzy, and the operation of "opening your eyes and staring at people" was no match for him at the moment, so he could only close his eyes and listen to Yan Jianghe's scolding: "Look at your immaculate virtue, stretching your neck all day long to seek death , I let you find it, why did you go through all this trouble, just get a rope and hang yourself from the branch of a big tree in Nanshan?"

After Zhang Cong heard his scolding, he became even more dazed, as if a shit stick had been inserted into his mind, turning his brain into a cloud of smoke.Zhang Cong didn't have the strength to choke at all now, so he could only lean on the back of the chair half-conscious, being scolded and beaten like a half-pulled corpse.

Zhang Cong didn't respond, Yan Jiang didn't stop, he was devoid of conscience, scolded every flower, and wouldn't give up until he opened a flower garden: "Desolate bastard, I don't think you owe anything, the old man loves you so much, it's really terminally ill If your eyes are clumsy, you deserve a slap."

Yan Jianghe glanced sideways at Zhang Cong while turning the corner, and found that his face was covered with cold sweat, his eyelids were tightly closed, his lips were bloodless, and his breathing must be because it was too hot, and it took a lot of effort to swallow and breathe.

"..." Yan Jianghe frowned, and rarely scolded "human words", "If you are so sick, you don't know how to go to the hospital, and you can still smash people's barbecue stalls. You are so rebellious and stalking your father. You are very capable. I said I will make you feel sick again." If you come to me in pain, you won’t make inferences? You can’t come if you have a high fever? Your brain as big as a dick’s butt has been swallowed by a dog’s mouth.”

He originally thought that Zhang Cong was going to die, and he still couldn't say anything, but he didn't expect Zhang Cong to "cheat his corpse" this time.Not only did he speak, but he also moved.

Zhang Cong's hand clasped the door handle twice, as if he wanted to jump out of the car.But Yan Jianghe locked the door in his car, so he naturally didn't open it: "I won't go to the hospital."

Zhang Cong's voice was not loud, and he swayed when he said it, and it was scattered by the heating, and then floated to Yan Jianghe's ears.

Yan Jianghe lost his moral heart, and his medical ethics finally went away. He spared a hand and slapped Zhang Cong's arm: "Believe it or not, I will slap you and slap you to the corpse on the street!"

Zhang Cong let out a low snort, and didn't speak any more, probably fainted by Yan Jianghe's beating.Looking back at Yan Jianghe, he did not slap ten curses to relieve his anger. After he slapped him, he didn't spit at a dying star.

Yan Jianghe drove very fast and arrived at the hospital in a short while. He stopped the car and turned around to take a look at Zhang Cong.

Zhang Cong turned his head sideways, his face turned to the side outside the window.

Yan Jianghe stretched out his hand to pull his face over, and patted it twice again. He observed that even though Zhang Cong suffered from such a virtue, the brat didn't even frown, but his face was expressionless.

Yan Jianghe sighed: "Zhang Cong, go, get out of the car, follow me to the hospital."

Zhang Cong pushed Yan Jianghe's arm in a daze: "...I won't go, the bastard is going to the hospital."

He opened his eyes and closed them again, not knowing if he saw Yan Jianghe's face: "I hate hospitals, I hate..."

Yan Jianghe: "..."

"I'm talking nonsense with you." Yan Jianghe clicked his tongue, thinking that he was tired of talking to Zhang Cong, and it would be over if he just dragged him in.

He snorted and patted Zhang Cong's face with his palm again: "That's up to you."

He was about to get out of the car after speaking, when Zhang Cong suddenly tilted his head and pinched Yan Jianghe's hand between the back of the car seat and his cheek.

Yan Jianghe: "..."

Zhang Cong was delirious, he must have gone mad because he rubbed his face against Yan Jianghe's palm.His brows finally wrinkled into a knot, his lips trembled, and his words were full of grievances and pain: "Don't go, don't... feel bad..."

Yan Jianghe was shocked by the high fever that he rubbed his palm, and he sat there in shock.

In his eyes, Zhang Cong is a dog who wants to die and will not show weakness, and it can't be more difficult to break.But now that Zhang Cong was in front of him, because he didn't want to go to the hospital, he exposed his weakness without any cover.He was as brittle as a piece of broken glass.

Yan Jianghe pulled his hand out, stared at Zhang Cong for a long time and said, "How old are you, are you a kindergarten kid?"

It's only kindergarten kids who are wronged because they don't want to go to the hospital, and Ning Hanghang likes to do that.

"The hospital is not good..." Zhang Cong muttered again, and then fell silent.

"..." Yan Jianghe lowered his eyes and glanced at the blood on his collar.

When Zhang Cong said that the hospital was not good, Yan Jianghe probably understood what he meant.It is a place where people are cured and saved, and it is also a place where there is no way to recover.Yan Jianghe was too touched.The hospital is like a demon mirror, capable of destroying the stubborn fantasies of all human beings, making the strong crushed by fear, and making all the mess and ugliness invisible.Naturally, this also includes the appearance of Zhang Cong holding on to the "straw". — Vulnerable and panicked.

Yan Jianghe thought about it for a while, probably because of Zhang Cong's rare show of weakness, it was hard for him to fall in love with him.

Yan Jianghe approached Zhang Cong and suddenly asked, "Zhang Cong, are you allergic to cephalosporin?"

Zhang Cong didn't answer.After Yan Jianghe asked, he felt that he was not only hungry, but also dead. Asking this little bastard, is it useful?A fart is more or less the same.

Yan Jianghe gave up, stretched his arms and hooked a scarf from the back seat, and stuffed it around Zhang Cong's neck.He didn't lock the car, and still turned on the heater, but he was afraid that Zhang Cong would fall asleep, so he opened the window of the back seat of the car a little, and opened it on the side of the driver's seat.

Yan Jianghe got out of the car and trotted into the hospital.

In just ten minutes, he came out with a bag.There are some medicines in this bag, and a bottle of medical alcohol.

Yan Jianghe got into the car wrapped in the cold air. He put down the bag, closed the rear window, lowered his head and said to Zhang Cong, "Zhang Cong, if you don't go to the hospital, you haven't had a skin test. I can't get you some medicine."

Yan Jiang couldn't stand it and said: "Listen well, if your fever doesn't subside in the middle of the night, I'm not used to your problems, you have to come to the hospital for me."

Zhang Cong didn't respond at all, as if he had died.

Yan Jianghe didn't care whether Zhang Congtong agreed or not, anyway, he just agreed.He started the car and drove out again.This time he took Zhang Cong home directly.

Yan Jianghe parked the car downstairs and his teeth started to hurt. He boasted that he had eight big flowers in his heart, and then he reached out and stood on the car door to look at Zhang Cong: "Zhang Cong, wake up."

Zhang Cong still didn't respond.

"I'm talking to you, don't sleep." Yan Jianghe frowned, and reached out to pinch Zhang Cong's chin.

Zhang Cong's scorching breath sprayed on Yan Jianghe's tiger's mouth, which created a strong contrast with the surrounding temperature. He immediately felt that the skin on his hand was scalded.

"I really owe you." Yan Jianghe let out a breath of cold air, and smiled.He hung the plastic bag containing the medicine around his neck, and carried Zhang Cong's schoolbag on his shoulders, then bent down and dragged Zhang Cong out.

He raised his foot to kick the car door and locked the car. Yan Jianghe looked down again. Zhang Cong's head rested on his shoulder, stretching half of his neck.

Yan Jianghe clicked his tongue and commented: "It's a habit. If it wasn't for murdering and breaking the law, I would strangle you right now."

After he finished speaking, he dragged Zhang Cong into the building.Zhang Cong was malnourished from head to toe, and he didn't have much flesh, but the cheap bones on his body were probably heavy with rust and heavy.Yan Jianghe was tired and annoyed after only two minutes on the way, and he wanted to be thrown headfirst to the ground by Zhang Conghe again.

Yan Jianghe took the key to open the door, and walked in with Zhang Cong. Before he could take two steps, something hot and soft suddenly popped out from his feet, almost tripping him.

Yan Jianghe turned on the light switch in the living room with a slap, his lungs choked, and he lost his temper as he stared at the white cats on the ground: "Yan Meitong, can you grow blind?"

Hearing what he said was really a monster.Yan Jianghe is not only wrong, but also unreasonable.He brought the cat home and named it "Yan Meitong" for a blind man, and now he even asks him to keep his eyes open.

Yan Meitong Jiao Didi made a "meow" movement, and couldn't be more wronged by his inappropriate cursing.How can a blind man have eyes?

It flinched and wanted to rub against it, but Yan Jianghe's more irritable "Get out" slapped its neck, twisted its buttocks and walked away, and plunged into one of Yan Jianghe's leather shoes at the door.

Yan Jiang didn't have time to take care of it, Zhang Cong hanging on his body was a disaster.He rushed directly into his room, threw Zhang Cong on the bed, and at the same time, the schoolbag hanging on his shoulder fell to the ground.

Zhang Cong let out a muffled grunt after being thrown like this.Yan Jianghe put down the medicine in his hand, and took out a thermometer from the drawer.

He took out medical alcohol, wiped the thermometer with cotton, then ruthlessly turned Zhang Cong over, tore off his clothes, and stuffed the thermometer in: "Clip it for me, and smoke if it falls off." you."

After Yan Jianghe scolded, he shook off the quilt and covered Zhang Cong. This trip made him sweat.

Zhang Cong rubbed the back of his head against the pillow, and said in an inaudible voice, "...Yan Jianghe."

"Hmph." Yan Jianghe sneered, stretched out his hand and touched his forehead, but it was still hot.

"The forest is really big, there are all kinds of bastard-looking birds." Yan Jianghe picked up the schoolbag on the ground again, and slapped the ashes viciously twice.He vented his anger and moved too much, the zipper of the schoolbag was hung on the cuff of the sweater, not to mention the thread of the sweater was scratched, and the schoolbag was also scratched by turning his hands upside down.

A pile of things in the bag immediately fell down with a crackling sound, and books and pens fell to the ground and sang.

Yan Jianghe sighed, could only unbutton the sleeves of Zhuang Lie, and squatted down to pick up things.

He picked up the book and looked at it, then flipped through it with his hand, the pages were cleaner than his face.Zhang Cong is said to be a top student, is that the book of a top student?

Yan Jianghe questioned.But when he picked up the exercise set and papers to read, he understood—Zhang Cong wrote densely, and there were even detailed notes beside the wrong questions.

"..." Yan Jianghe rolled his eyes, completely unable to figure out how divided this brat is.

There were four or five pencils in Zhang Cong's bag. Yan Jianghe noticed them when he picked them up. They were not ordinary ones, they should be for art.

He raised his eyebrows, flipped through his schoolbag, and found that there was still a sketchbook inside.

Yan Jianghe remembered seeing Zhang Cong in the hospital once before, and he was painting.It's just that as soon as he entered, he cleaned up quickly, as if he was afraid of being caught by him.

How could Yan Jiang have the quality of not looking at other people's things, but he would not treat Zhang Cong like this.It's very simple, this bear is not a "person" in his eyes.Besides, Yan Jianghe has fed the dog with a conscience for many years, and only thinks that Zhang Cong gave it to him by himself, so he can't blame him.

Yan Jianghe opened the sketchbook, all of them were pencil sketches, and Zhang Cong drew quite a lot.The smoke in the sky, the house sparrows on the ground, the big bald tree, the blackboard at the school, and a Chinese cabbage...etc.There was also the back of a cat, huddled in a small ball, reminding him of Yan Meitong who was sniffing the insoles in the living room.

Contrary to Yan Jianghe's expectation, Zhang Cong's paintings are really good, the shapes are grasped very accurately, the strokes are delicate, and even the three major planes and the light and shadow are handled very well, which is quite three-dimensional.

Yan Jianghe turned the page again, and this time he saw a bunch of lilies tied with flower bows, and he immediately recognized that it was the bunch he had given to old Feng's ward.

Yan Jianghe raised his brows, amused.When he turned the next page, his hand froze.

This is the last painting in this current book, and it is very different.The others are all black, white and gray sketches, but this one is in color.But there is one more color - warm red.

This painting is about a corner of a cramped and dilapidated staircase, and the cracks in the wall are grimly broken, like ugly scars after surgery.And in this scar, there is a cluster of big red roses squeezed.

Yan Jianghe took a closer look. The red color should be painted with a needle-tube water-based pen. I don't know how much patience it took. The paint is very dense and strong, so strong that it hurts people's eyes. It seems to be alive in the darkness. You have to show your teeth and claws, and live desperately.

Yan Jianghe closed the book, put it in Zhang Cong's schoolbag and put it away.He walked to the bed and saw Zhang Cong's blue and black eyes expressing his fatigue.

"All day long, I don't eat well, and I can't sleep well. You deserve to die of fainting." He took the thermometer and looked at it, it was 39 degrees.

At this moment, Yan Meitong staggered in, knocked its head on the door frame, swayed for a while, and finally squatted next to Yan Jianghe's heels.

Yan Jianghe stared at Zhang Cong's face, unable to forget the rose, only felt that the bright red pierced his eyes and cast shadows.

It's just that Yan Jiang didn't know.

——Zhang Cong, he crushed a struggling weed, and forced a handful of warm and abrupt red roses into life in the filthy despair.