no way

Zhang Cong probably didn't catch fire again, but after Yan Jianghe touched his head, he stood up and found a thermometer for him.

Yan Jianghe sterilized the thermometer with alcohol, then pulled off Zhang Cong's collar, and put the thermometer into his armpit: "Clamp it for me."

Zhang Cong lowered his head and didn't look at Yan Jianghe the whole time, but surprisingly he had no resistance.

"I scolded you with two sentences, right?" Yan Jianghe smiled coldly, "If you don't obey me again, I'll grab your ears and scold you."

Yan Jianghe measured Zhang Cong from top to bottom. Zhang Cong was sick, waschemic, and malnourished. Not to mention how good-looking his face was now, he was "delicate" in a mess.

Yan Jianghe didn't like his appearance, and commented with a fake smile: "Dead."

After swaying people, Yan Jianghe was finally satisfied, turned around and left the house.

Zhang Congding stood there like a lifeless zombie.I don't know how long it took, until Yan Meitong meowed several times at the side, Zhang Cong exhaled and buried his face in his palm.

Too embarrassed.

Zhang Cong really didn't understand, what kind of debt did he owe Yan Jianghe?Why is he so embarrassed every time in front of Yan Jianghe?so ugly?It's nothing compared to the mold fermenting in the stinking sewer.

And what about Yan Jiang?This man is always at his fingertips, always able to manipulate everything about him and destroy everything about him so easily.Even his most shady and secret thoughts are not let go.He covered thousands of layers of withered straw as a cover, but it was of no avail.

Zhang Cong really hated Yan Jianghe to death.

Yan Meitong seemed to be on drugs, and kept yelling at the side. Zhang Cong was so noisy that he had a headache, so he turned his head and stared at it with a pair of red eyes: "Shut up."

Yan Meitong didn't listen, and continued to sing while stretching her neck.

At this time Yan Jianghe came in again, holding a bowl of porridge and a glass of water in his hand.As soon as he entered the door, he gave Yan Meitong a sharp look: "Yan Meitong, if you howl again, I'll throw you into the sewer to feed the maggots."

Yan Meitong immediately drooped her head and shut up.

"..." Zhang Cong couldn't believe it.

Yan Jianghe smiled, walked over to put down the water glass, stuffed the porridge into Zhang Cong's hand, and took out Zhang Cong's thermometer by the way.

Sure enough, it didn't burn anymore.Yan Jianghe put away the thermometer, and stroked Yan Meitong's fur again, Yan Meitong stretched his legs comfortably.

Zhang Cong: "..."

Zhang Cong stared at the bowl of porridge he was holding in both hands, and stared for a long time before looking up at Yan Jianghe.

"What are you looking at?" Yan Jianghe clicked his tongue, "What's the matter, don't you like rice porridge mixed with brown sugar? Want to drink millet?"

Yan Jianghe raised one corner of his mouth: "If you live under the fence, you should be honest and obedient."

"..." Zhang Cong felt that he should put this bowl of porridge on Yan Jianghe's face.But he was probably pierced by a ghost again, so he picked it up and drank it.

"Drink slowly, or you'll burn your esophagus." Yan Jianghe sighed.

Zhang Cong drank a bowl of porridge very quickly.The reason is very simple, he was holding his breath and pouring it down, otherwise he would have spit it out on the spot.

Zhang Cong was ill and his appetite was not strong.Yan Jianghe's porridge is even more inhumane.The white porridge is extremely clear and beautiful, and the rice grains and rice grains can be counted out, and then a spoonful of brown sugar is stirred into it. Just by looking at it, it is used to feed wild dogs.

Zhang Cong gritted his teeth after drinking the porridge, took another breath, and finally suppressed it completely.

"Drink the water after drinking." Yan Jianghe pointed to the water on the side again.

Zhang Cong paused, then put down the bowl and took the cup in his hand, but just as he brought it to his mouth to take a sip, his eyes widened again.

Yan Jianghe immediately pointed at him and said, "If you dare to vomit, I will strangle you to death."

Zhang Cong didn't vomit, but choked suddenly, and the water came out of his nose.He suddenly coughed violently and his whole body was shaking.

Yan Jianghe quickly took the water glass from his hand to prevent him from being thrown onto the bed.At the same time, Yan Jianghe took out a few tissues and pressed them on Zhang Cong's face: "Don't cover it with your hands. Wipe it off."

Zhang Cong coughed so hard that he couldn't catch his breath, and began to string a string in his throat, which annoyed Yan Jianghe to frown.Yan Jianghe's palm touched the back of Zhang Cong's hand, and he was so cold that he gritted his teeth.

Yan Jianghe slapped Zhang Cong twice, and patted Zhang Cong on the back softly.

Zhang Cong's blow was really choking, and his lungs were probably about to be crushed by coughing.He arched his body, his face was flushed, and he was almost lying on Yan Jianghe's body.

"As for it? You were so frightened when you said you were strangled to death?" Yan Jianghe helped him stabilize himself.

Zhang Cong took two breaths, and the movement was like sandpaper passing through a grinder: "What did you give me to drink?"

"Sugar and salt water." Yan Jianghe sighed again, grabbed Zhang Cong's hand, and pinched his Hegu point one by one.

Zhang Cong wanted to pull his hand out, but Yan Jianghe immediately pinched him severely: "Don't move around. You don't know how to live or die."

Yan Jianghe pinched moderately, and Zhang Cong gradually lost his breath, and his hands gradually warmed up.

Yan Jianghe let him lie down, raised his hand and patted Zhang Cong's face twice: "Sleep honestly."

After finishing speaking, he didn't bother to talk to Zhang Cong anymore, grabbed Yan Meitong and went out.

Zhang Cong really slept soundly.When he woke up, there was no one in the room, not Yan Jianghe, nor Yan Meitong.

He slowly got up from the bed and walked out with modest steps.Pushing open the door, as soon as Zhang Cong stepped into the living room, he saw Yan Jianghe sitting on the sofa, Yan Meitong lying on Yan Jianghe's lap with his head up.And Yan Jianghe was pinching Yan Meitong's neck with one hand, and holding a cotton swab in the other hand, applying medicine to Yan Meitong's eyes.

"What are you doing out there?" Yan Jianghe asked directly without looking at Zhang Cong.

Zhang Cong subconsciously wanted to ask, can this cat's eye be cured?

However, Yan Jianghe directly blocked him back: "If you want to leave again, I will definitely beat you to death. You can't beat me now."

"..." Zhang Cong's eyeballs were digging at the cracks in the floor, and his heels hurt when he stood up, so he finally said, "Go to the toilet."

Yan Jianghe finished applying the medicine to Yan Meitong, threw the cotton swab away, and still pinched Yan Meitong's neck with his other hand.Yan Meitong was so blind that she didn't know what life or death was, so she shamelessly stretched out her two paws and hugged Yan Jianghe's hand.

Yan Jianghe raised his head, his eyes were bent, and his words were teasing: "Oh, get out."

Zhang Cong took this step and almost knelt on the ground with his knees limp.This man really can't get sick.When you get sick, you lose everything.

When Zhang Cong came out of the toilet, Yan Meitong was also liberated.Yan Jianghe threw it aside to eat cat food.

Zhang Cong stared at Yan Meitong's pouted tail, his mind was blank and he didn't know what to think.

"Come here." Yan Jianghe said to Zhang Cong, shaking a coat in his hand.

Zhang Cong stood still, but turned his gaze to Yan Jianghe.

"I didn't call Yan Meitong just now. Don't make me say it a second time." Yan Jianghe frowned, "Zhang Cong, come here."

"..." Zhang Cong walked over slowly.

Yan Jianghe put the clothes on him, reached out and touched the sofa: "Sit down."

Zhang Cong sat down.

Yan Jianghe: "Eat the medicine on the table."

Zhang Cong glanced at him, took the medicine and took it.

Yan Jianghe suddenly smiled again: "It's always good to be so obedient, you're cuter when you're sick."

Zhang Cong: "..."

"Let me ask you, where did you get all that money?" Yan Jianghe stared at Zhang Cong, "How much did you sell your blood for? Is there any other way?"

He narrowed his eyes: "Have you ever stolen it?"

Yan Jianghe: "Zhang Cong, let me tell you, you have to explain clearly to me, don't give me any more nonsense. Otherwise, try it. I guarantee you will regret it."

Zhang Cong pursed his lips and sat silently on the spot.Yan Jianghe didn't rush him, just sat beside him and spent time with him.After about ten minutes, Zhang Cong finally couldn't take it anymore.

He opened his mouth: "Not much sold. Twice. 200CC once. Dizzy."

"You deserve it." Yan Jianghe let out a breath, and then sneered, "You should be so dizzy that you can't find the north."

Yan Jianghe paused, and said, "Do you know that selling blood is against the law?"

Zhang Cong looked at him, and suddenly smiled. He said softly, "You don't even know if attempted theft by a minor is a crime, and you know that selling blood is a crime."

"...You're pretty good, and you still have the ability to make me cough." Yan Jianghe glared at him, and asked in a low voice, "Then did you pass?"

Zhang Cong was silent for a while, then said hoarsely, "No."

Zhang Cong really didn't steal it.

"There is no other way? Give me the full explanation." Yan Jianghe asked again.

"Fight." Zhang Cong said, "Some students in the school gave me money."

Yan Jianghe understood immediately.He raised his brows, almost in disbelief: "It's so good, you're even a thug? These brats are quite economical."

Zhang Cong was noncommittal, and said, "No more."

Yan Jianghe pointed at him through the air, and said angrily, "Where did you get these bastard ways? You really have the ability."

Zhang Cong pondered for a while, his brain ached, and he replied to Yan Jianghe: "There is no unparalleled road."

Yan Jianghe didn't speak.For Zhang Cong, it is estimated that there is really no other way.Feng Lao said that Zhang Cong had done some messy odd jobs before, but the money from the work was too slow.

"Okay, let's go back to the house and sleep." Yan Jianghe waved his hand, signaling Zhang Cong to get out.

Zhang Cong's lips moved, but he didn't say anything. He stood up and walked into the house.

"Zhang Cong." Yan Jianghe called him suddenly.Yan Jianghe turned his head and looked at Zhang Cong, "Let the old man out of the hospital."

I don't know if it was Yan Jianghe's illusion, but he felt that Zhang Cong's back was shaking.Yan Jianghe sighed in his heart, and added: "It can't be cured, and now it's just a few days. It's useless in the hospital, and he suffers poorly. He really wants to go home."

Zhang Cong turned his neck stiffly, frowned and looked at Yan Jianghe: "How do you say such a thing as a doctor?"

"What kind of words?" Yan Jianghe stood up, his face downcast, "Sentence the patient to death?"

Yan Jianghe walked up to Zhang Cong: "Do you have any misunderstanding about the profession of a doctor?"

"Misunderstanding?" Zhang Cong's hand was hanging by his side, and he clenched a weak fist.

"Do you think that knowing that the patient is hopeless, dragging him to suffer and tormenting him to death, and demonstrating his noble qualities of not abandoning and not giving up, is it right?"

"Zhang Cong, there is actually no right or wrong. At this time, we must respect the will." Yan Jianghe said in a deep voice, "The so-called doctor is to cure the disease and save the patient. There is nothing wrong with doing everything possible. But as long as you are an individual, there will always be times when you are powerless. At this time, as a doctor, it is even more important to have a calm and rational mind, and tell the real situation to the patient and..."

He looked at Zhang Cong and softened his tone: "And the patient's family. Then respect the other party's decision, so as to avoid any regrets."

Zhang Cong felt a "buzz" in his ears, and was in a trance for a moment.

"Don't you also understand? Sooner or later, there will be a day when you can't even delay it." Yan Jianghe actually took a picture of Zhang Cong's back, "Do your best and listen to people's orders."

"Don't you obey the destiny?" Zhang Cong asked subconsciously, his voice was very low.

"Whoever listens to that thing." Yan Jianghe smiled, "Just listen to people's orders, listen to the old man's own orders. He can live as he wants for the rest of his life."

"He wants to go home, he doesn't want to be hospitalized, you know." Yan Jianghe said, "I don't force you, you think for yourself. Zhang Cong, you are not young anymore, so don't let others spoil you all the time."

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Note: In order to ensure human health: blood donors generally collect 200ml of blood each time, and the maximum does not exceed 400ml, and the interval between two blood collections is not less than 6 months (from Article [-] of the "Blood Donation Law")