Gentle oppression

After a lot of effort, Lu Zhuo hugged the huddled man from a squatting position into his arms, and sent him to the bed in the bedroom like a child.

After placing the person on the bed and covering the quilt, Lu Zhuo was sweating all over.

He touched Jiang Yu's forehead again, and said, "Very dizzy? Change your clothes, and I'll take you to the hospital for a checkup."

Hearing the three words "go to the hospital", Jiang Yu's eyes suddenly widened, he forgot to avoid Lu Zhuo's hand, and discussed in a low voice: "Can I not go?"

Why is he still afraid of going to the hospital at such an age? Lu Zhuo pinched his nose: "Squeamish."

Then he said: "I have to go to the squeamishness. If you keep coughing, it may turn into pneumonia. This is not a joke."

Jiang Yu has never been so stubborn: "No."

No use.

Lu Zhuo simply didn't discuss it with him. His physical strength was much better than Jiang Yu's. He didn't know how much effort he could take to deal with a sick cat. He just lifted the quilt and hugged him up.

Jiang Yu: "!"

Jiang Yu really resisted going to the hospital, he pushed Lu Zhuo's chest, and said pitifully, "I can take medicine, so I don't want to go to the hospital, okay?"

Health matters are not to be trifled with. Lu Zhuo didn't care about anything, so he bumped him, and then, like educating a child, he slapped his ass: "Don't mess around."

Jiang Yu was taken aback for a moment.

In the next second, his little face, which was already flushed from coughing, turned even more unnaturally red.

——Lu Zhuo, what does this mean?Is there such a thing as a normal male relationship?

He couldn't figure out that before he met Lu Zhuo, he didn't have any other friends who were so close.

However, Lu Zhuo didn't notice anything wrong at all, he walked to the door with the person in his arms and said, "Stretch out your hand and take the key."

Jiang Yu stretched out his arm to take the key, and wanted to insist on his "avoidance of suspicion", so he begged weakly: "Then can I go by myself?"

Lu Zhuo frowned: "Isn't it dizzy? What a show of strength."

Jiang Yu still wanted to insist, but before he could come up with a reason for his refusal, Lu Zhuo carried him downstairs and stuffed him into a taxi.

Lu Zhuo has a crow's mouth, good but not bad.

He drove him to the hospital for an examination, and it turned out that Jiang Yu's cold had really developed into pneumonia, and he had to be hospitalized and hang water.

Jiang Yu insisted on refusing to live in a high-end ward, so Lu Zhuo relied on the patient and found an ordinary double ward without patients through his personal relationship with the dean.

Jiang Yu has been very tense since he entered the hospital. When the nurse came to give Jiang Yu an IV, he was so nervous that he held his breath and pinched the bed sheet with one hand.

Lu Zhuo then sat on the edge of the bed and covered Jiang Yu's eyes with his hands, whispering in his ear, "Don't be afraid."

Jiang Yu has actually been hung up countless times since he was a child. When it was the most serious, the retained needle was always stuck in the back of his hand, so he is not afraid of pain, he is only afraid of the "hospitalization" itself.

The hospital represents sickness, lifelessness, a pale and uninteresting cage.

Now that his eyes were covered, Lu Zhuo coaxed him like a child, Jiang Yu felt embarrassed, touched Lu Zhuo with his other hand, and said softly, "There's nothing to be afraid of."

On the contrary, he is like a kid pretending to be brave.

Lu Zhuo smiled and said "um", but he didn't let go of his hand. Instead, he held Jiang Yu's little hand with his other hand and asked, "Is there anything you want to eat?"

Jiang Yu shook his head lightly.

The eyelashes scratched Lu Zhuo's palm, making it itchy.

The nurse who came to give the needle couldn't help laughing, and said with emotion: "This is your brother? You brothers have such a good relationship."

Lu Zhuo didn't know what he was thinking, so he paused and said, "Well, this is my younger brother."

There was an uncontrollable joy in his voice.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Yu was very concerned, and retorted, "It's not my brother's."

This made people a little embarrassed. Fortunately, the little nurse has a high EQ, and said, "That's a good buddy."

Lu Zhuo answered quickly, and said with a smile, "Well, he's younger than me."

He squeezed the joints of the little hand in the palm of his hand and kneaded gently, and added: "His blood vessels are thin, so the trouble is lighter."

The little nurse moved very neatly. Before Lu Zhuo finished speaking, the needle stuck in. He loosened the tourniquet, nodded at Lu Zhuo, and said, "His blood vessels are too thin, so he can't infuse too fast. Change the bottle." Just call the nurse bell at any time, we are on duty 24 hours a day.”

Lu Zhuo nodded in agreement, and then let go of Jiang Yu's eyes.

Without the two small fans in his palm, Lu Zhuo held them empty-handed, but his mind kept thinking about Jiang Yu's detailed rebuttal just now.

Jiang Yu is not his younger brother.

of course not.

Lu Zhuo was distracted for a moment, and the ward was quiet for a while.

Until Jiang Yu moved slightly, quietly turned over, bent his knees, and rolled himself up.

Lu Zhuo immediately came back to his senses and asked him, "Cold?"

Jiang Yu half-closed his eyes, coughed for a while, then shook his head lightly and replied, "It's not cold."

However, Lu Zhuo still raised the temperature of the air conditioner by one degree, and then asked, "What's the matter? It's so tight?"

Jiang Yu tightened the quilt again and said, "It's okay."

It's no wonder that it's nothing, Lu Zhuoli stepped in and called him: "Jiang Yu, to be honest, you're sick, tell me where you feel uncomfortable - don't move your arms, be careful of bulges."

Jiang Yu pursed his lips and hesitated for a long time before saying in a low voice, "I'm a little scared."

Lu Zhuo didn't understand it. He reached out and touched his hand where the infusion needle was inserted, gently warmed him, and then asked, "It hurts? You'll be fine after the infusion needle is inserted. Don't be afraid."

Of course, the infusion needle won't hurt when it goes in, Jiang Yu said, "It doesn't hurt."

His voice was not much louder than that of a mosquito, and he said embarrassingly, "I... am afraid of the hospital."

Lu Zhuo stared at Jiang Yu for a long while, then suddenly took off his coat and lay down on the bed, turned sideways and hugged Jiang Yu to his chest, only then did he realize that Jiang Yu's whole body was tense.

It turned out that I didn't want to come to the hospital because I was out of temper, but because I was really scared.

He rubbed the back of Jiang Yu's neck, as if he was comforting a cat that had just entered an unfamiliar environment and its hair was blown all over: "Okay, don't be afraid."

However, Jiang Yu's whole body tensed up even more immediately, and he quietly moved away from Lu Zhuo.

Like self-deception to avoid suspicion, he widened the distance between himself and Lu Zhuo, proving that the relationship between the two is innocent.

But there was someone beside him, this person was Lu Zhuo, and it really made him feel at ease.

He felt that this was wrong, but he couldn't bear to refuse. His burning head was confused even more by the battle between heaven and man. Finally, he kept the posture of not sticking to Lu Zhuo, and his consciousness began to blur.

Lu Zhuo was already sleepy.

He has never been picky about living conditions, but during the few days he was away on business, he could not sleep well.

But now he was lying on this strange bed in the hospital, seeing Jiang Yu lying peacefully next to him, but he felt inexplicably peaceful in his heart.

He rubbed towards Jiang Yu as if in a daze, and wiped away the small gap that Jiang Yu pulled out.

This is a protective posture.

Wrap him in your arms, protect his back, and give him warm support.

The subsequent movements became smooth and natural. Lu Zhuo stretched out his hand and touched Jiang Yu's forehead, then put his chin on the top of Jiang Yu's soft hair, and said in an unquestionable tone: "Jiang Yu, be obedient, tell me: Brother, I'm sorry."

Jiang Yu was so sleepy that he was almost out of his body. If it weren't for Lu Zhuo's nonsensical words, he would probably have fallen asleep.

He didn't know why he was apologizing.

But he subconsciously complied, and a half-dream and half-awake voice squeezed out of his throat, muttering, "I'm sorry."

The voice was very soft, so soft that it seemed to float out of a dream.

But Lu Zhuo could still hear clearly.

Jiang Yu didn't call his brother.

Lu Zhuo sighed in his heart.

Little heartless.

Silly goose.little fool.

Little sick.

Lu Zhuo stretched out his arms to hug him.

——Little boy, brother forgives you.