Give you youth to bury my love

This operation is not a big one. Most of the diseased part was removed from the half of the stomach. Lu Heng was a blessing in disguise. The pain was not as severe as before. When he is lucky, he can still eat a small bowl of rice paste by himself .

Ji Han didn't come to the hospital again, and Lu Heng didn't contact him again, as if the deal never existed between them.

The wound hurt, and Lu Heng couldn't go out. He asked Zheng Li to help him buy a few catties of wool and weave scarves in the ward to pass the time.

He couldn't use his left hand very hard, and he was always hitting and tearing, but he didn't feel impatient at all.

In the past, he helped Ji Han weave many scarves, but Ji Han never wore them, and now he wants to knit one for himself.

The heat of He Qi's matter quickly subsided. I don't know what the Ji family did, but the He family returned the withdrawn funds.

A few days later, Lu Heng heard Zheng Li say that Ji Han was beaten by Mr. Ji, and after the beating, he was escorted to He Qi's ward to apologize.

Lu Heng was a little surprised. With Ji Han's temperament, even if someone put a knife on his neck, he would not bow his head and admit his mistake. How could he admit his mistake to He Qi just because he was beaten?

Zheng Li was far more curious about gossip than Lu Heng. He told Lu Heng mysteriously that someone in Ji's family was sick, and that He's family was a medical equipment manufacturer with the world's most advanced medical equipment and doctors. Ji Han had to bow his head. .

The relationship between Ji Han and the rest of the Ji family is not very harmonious. The person who needs the He family's medical technology when he is sick is Guan Xing.

Wanting to understand the twists and turns behind it, Lu Heng was taken aback for a moment, then laughed again.

He should have known it a long time ago, as long as it was for that person, Ji Han would do anything.

After that day, Lu Heng deleted all the text messages he had sent with Ji Han.

Ji Han is right, this transaction is actually really meaningless.

After lying down on the wound, the stitches were removed, and Lu Heng's scarf was finally woven.

I don't know if it was because he was bored in the ward for too long, his legs began to show muscle atrophy, Zheng Li spent two days planning to take him to a hot spring for a full body massage.

The temperature dropped on the day of bathing in the hot spring, Lu Heng's physical condition is very poor now, he sneezed several times after coming out of the hospital, Zheng Li was annoyed by the noise, and threw his coat to him.

The coat was full of nicotine smell, which made Lu Heng's nose sore after invading his lungs.

He couldn't smell the smoke now, but no one seemed to notice such a detail.

Lu Heng took his coat and wrapped it up, leaning against the car window and looking greedily at the outside world.

It's autumn, and there are already dead leaves on the landscape trees on both sides of the road. After a few more autumn rains, these leaves will all fall off, and the trunks will be bare and dead, but the trees will not really die. The tender green sprouts are pulled out, and the spring breeze will be full of vitality.

He is the one who will die, and only he...

Because it was a working day, there were not many people in the hot spring villa. Knowing Lu Heng's situation, the manager of the villa prepared a wheelchair to welcome them in the lobby.Perhaps Zheng Li was very generous, and the manager treated Lu Heng very well. He asked someone to change Lu Heng's bathrobe, and then pushed Lu Heng to experience the special spa here.

The masseuse is a very gentle curly-haired boy. He doesn't look too old. He is fair and clean, with beautifully manicured nails. He first applied a layer of essential oil to Lu Heng, and then massaged him skillfully.

The boy's hands are very strong, and the warm fingertips can always accurately find the acupuncture points, which made Lu Heng hum comfortably.

After finishing the spa, all the pores of Lu Heng's body were relaxed. Although his legs felt numb, his waist and abdomen felt a little numb, as if the necrotic tendons had been pressed to re-grow and connect them.

"Mr. Lu, how do you feel? Is it okay?"

The masseur asked in a low voice, Lu Heng's face was fumigated to two points of blush, and his mind became inexplicably dizzy. In a daze, he felt that the place touched by the masseur's hand became more and more private, more and more embarrassing .

do not do that!

Lu Heng wanted to refuse, but he couldn't open his mouth to make a sound...