Rarely fascinated

Wen Cun felt as if his right leg had been skinned and cramped alive. He never knew that there was such an extremely sharp pain in the world, so he directly forced tears out of his body, shaking with pain all over his body. He even felt as if his leg had been torn alive from the bone.

Fang Zhiyuan held Wen Cun in his arms in the posture of holding a child. He put Wen Cun's buttocks between his legs, lifted his legs with his arms, and let Wen Cun lean on him.

Gao Cheng didn't dare to drive the car too fast, as long as there was a slight bump in the car body, Wen Cun would be covered with pain and sweat, now Wen Cun couldn't even utter a complete sentence, the only thing he knew was that Wen Cun's leg was injured, and Potentially serious.

"It's okay, just hold on, and you'll be in the hospital in a while." Fang Zhiyuan comforted Wen Cun softly, his voice trembling.

Wen Cun nodded weakly, now he has no strength to hold on to the cushion anymore, so he can only let him hurt.

Suddenly, the car body leaned forward violently, Fang Zhiyuan looked up, and a car passed in front of their car desperately.Gao Cheng cursed angrily, "Damn it, I'm going to die!"

The inertia of braking just now made Wen Cun's body visibly move. Wen Cun opened his mouth wide in pain instantly, but he didn't utter a single syllable. His fingers were deeply embedded in Fang Zhiyuan's shoulder, and his body trembled.

Fang Zhiyuan was extremely anxious, but he couldn't share Wen Cun's pain at all, so he could only sit holding Wen Cun like this. He lowered his head and touched Wen Cun's forehead lightly with his lips, unable to say any comforting words.

But after a while, he discovered that something was wrong with Wen Cun, Wen Cun still opened his mouth wide, but he didn't seem to be breathing at all, his nostrils were not fully inflated, and his face gradually turned blue.

Fang Zhiyuan was startled, Wen Cun was so painful that he was suffocating, he couldn't even breathe?

"Tenderness, tenderness, breathing." Fang Zhiyuan's whole body broke out in cold sweat, he freed up one hand to pat Wencun's back vigorously, and kept saying, "Wencun! Breathe!"

Fang Zhiyuan saw Wen Cun's chest twitch violently a few times, but his complexion did not improve at all, as if in a vacuum world, breathing hard but nothing could be inhaled.

He gritted his teeth, took a deep breath, and lowered his head against his tender lips to pass the air.

Wen Cun felt that he was about to die now, like a fish out of water, desperately trying to breathe, but his nose and throat seemed to be blocked by a large ball of cotton, nothing could be sucked in, the feeling of suffocation was like An angry net wrapped him up in all directions.

The body is getting heavier...and the eyes are gradually turning black...

"Wen Cun!" Fang Zhiyuan yelled sharply, "Give me a fucking breath!"

After finishing speaking, he squeezed the tender lips with his hands, breathed out for him uninterruptedly.

Wen Cun could feel a stream of air squeezed into his lungs from the gap in his throat, but it was already a drop of water meeting a dry field, so it had no effect.Just when he felt it was pitch black, a fist suddenly hit his back heavily, his eyes widened suddenly, and then he began to cough violently.

The feeling of regaining the air made Wen Cun feel as if he had died once. He breathed heavily and sucked in oxygen greedily.

Holding Wen Cun in his arms, Fang Zhiyuan breathed a sigh of relief, and his whole body went limp.

Scared him to death.

Really scared him to death.

"Fang..." Wen Cun firmly held Fang Zhiyuan's arm with one hand, and tried to pronounce the words, "Fang... Zhiyuan..."

"I'm here." Fang Zhiyuan looked down at him, his eyes were unfathomable, as if they were filled with stars that could suck people in.

"You... the best..." Wen Cun took a breath and said with difficulty, "Give... me... an... explanation..."

"Okay." Fang Zhiyuan nodded, he pressed Wen Cun's head on his chest, and said in a deep voice, "I'll tell you everything when you recover from illness."

Wen Cun closed his eyes, biting his lips to resist the sharp pain from his leg.

"Don't bite," Fang Zhiyuan gently parted the tender lips with his fingers, and put the back of his hand together, "Bite me if it hurts."

Wen Wen took a bite of it unceremoniously, and after a while, he felt a rusty smell of blood in his mouth.But Fang Zhiyuan looked normal, as if he didn't feel any pain at all.

Later, Gao Cheng drove very steadily, and arrived at the hospital without any incident, but even with such tenderness, the pain was unbearable, not to say that it was unbearable, it was simply a pain that surpassed the limit of human beings.

Fang Zhiyuan put on clothes for Wen Cun, carefully hugged Wen Cun, and walked towards the hospital with steady steps.

Wen Cun grabbed Fang Zhiyuan's sleeve and said with a pale face, "Slow down..."

"Okay." Fang Zhiyuan looked down at Wen Cun and said softly, "Do you want to notify your family?"

Wen Cun closed his eyes and shook his head.

"I'll take you for an examination in a while, and tell the doctor if you feel uncomfortable."

Wen Cun nodded.

Gao Cheng knew a surgeon in this hospital, and the three of them went straight into the examination room without queuing up. The doctor shut Fang Zhiyuan and Gao Cheng out, adjusted his glasses and said, "I'll let you know the results."

Fang Zhiyuan waited anxiously outside the door, his mouth extremely dry, he paced back and forth in the corridor uneasily, even forgetting the pain in his stomach.

Gao Cheng had many questions in his mind, but he didn't ask them at this time. He patted Fang Zhiyuan's shoulder and comforted him, "It will be fine."

"According to the electromyogram, the patient's right leg has severe muscle and ligament strain, and may need ligament repair surgery immediately." The doctor frowned, and he looked at Gao Cheng, "I'm working in the surgery department. For so many years, I have never seen such a serious strain, even if it is a straight fork, it is impossible to be so severe, can I ask how it was injured?"

Gao Cheng shook his head.

Fang Zhiyuan said, "Will it have any impact on future sports?"

"If the recovery is good, there should be no sequelae." The doctor said blankly, "But it will take a long time to recuperate, and the patient will not be able to exercise for a long period of time, even walking on the ground."

Fang Zhiyuan's voice trembled, "How long will it take?"

"Full recovery will take at least about three months."

"Thank you." Fang Zhiyuan took a deep breath, "When can I have surgery?"

"The signature of the patient's family is required."

"Okay, I will notify his family as soon as possible." Fang Zhiyuan said in a deep voice.

Three months is not a short period of time, so it cannot be concealed. Although Wen Cun does not want his family to know...but it is impossible not to inform them.

Thinking of Wen Wen's identity, Fang Zhiyuan's head hurts faintly.

"Can I go in and see him?" Fang Zhiyuan asked.

"Yes, but the patient's condition is not particularly good now, try not to let him talk too much."

Fang Zhiyuan nodded, pushed the door open and walked in with a solemn expression.

The author has something to say:

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If I can finish writing three modern books this year, I will write ancient styles next year.

In the past few days, I bought some ancient books and came back to read QAQ to lay the foundation for the future.

Do you guys have any recommendations, no novels.Poetry and prose are fine.