The self-cultivation of the coquettish scum [Quick Transmigration]

Weiyang Song (43)

When Song Rushuang opened the door and came in, he happened to see Shu Le sitting on the small sofa next to the bed in a daze.

As far as he knows, every item in this room was handpicked by Gu Rong, and the sofa in front of him is probably no exception.

It is very soft, Shu Le's weight is very light, but when he sat down, his whole body was still trapped in it.

It looks kind of indescribably well-behaved and supple.

Song Rushuang glanced over, and met Shu Le's raised gaze: "Hey, that handsome doctor just now, you came back so soon?"

The grown-up teenager on the sofa is still very thin.

When sitting there cross-legged, the whole person shrunk into a small ball.

Song Rushuang walked in, stood beside Shu Le, and put the tray in his hand on the small table beside him: "Didn't you just tell you not to move around on the bed?"

Shu Le probed over to sniff the contents of the teacup, then retracted her head with a look of disgust: "It's too hot in the quilt, I'll come out to get some air."

Song Rushuang was speechless for a moment: "Your health is very poor, and you still have a fever, don't you know?"

Shu Le raised his head and smiled at Song Rushuang: "I don't know. Is it serious?"

Song Rushuang: "..."

Out of the heart of a doctor as his job, Song Rushuang is extremely worried about patients like Shu Le who don't obey the doctor's orders, and may reprimand him when he can't bear it.

But when he lowered his head and saw Shu Le's eyes, all the accusations were abruptly swallowed back.

After nearly six years, the once handsome and domineering boy has lost his gifted mental strength, memory, and even a healthy body——

But they still have the same eyes as the day they first met.

Smart and cunning.

Song Rushuang only felt as if he had been stabbed severely by a rusty dagger. He didn't make a big opening, but because of the rust and blunt blade, the blood from the wound slowly seeped out.

Then the infection suppurates, and it is difficult to recover.

Seeing that Song Rushuang didn't answer for a long time, Shu Le blinked and called out again: "Handsome doctor?"

Song Rushuang bit her lower lip hard, and heard her own dry voice: "It's not serious, take care of it slowly, and it will be fine."

"Oh……"

Shu Le didn't know whether he believed it or not, but he didn't get entangled in this issue anyway.

He propped his chin to think about something, and suddenly asked with a smile: "Doctor, do you have a young lady? Ah, I mean the kind of girlfriend."

Song Rushuang: "..."

Song Rushuang paused for two seconds: "No."

Shu Le nodded, and said again: "What about the boyfriend?"

Song Rushuang simply wondered if Shu Le had a fever and burned his head. Subconsciously, he reached out to feel the temperature on Shu Le's forehead, but before he could touch his forehead, he withdrew his hand back.

—— Gu Rong will not allow others to touch Shu Le.

——Keep Longyin behind, including Longyin's reminder just now is the best proof.

But Song Rushuang's froze movement was carefully observed by Shu Lezai.

Shu Le tilted his head, and said curiously: "Do you want to see if I have a high fever? Why did you withdraw your hand again?"

Song Ru took a small step back in both directions, and argued: "I, it doesn't matter, it's the same when I use the instrument side."

Shu Le gave a "tsk", turned up the corner of his mouth, and said sharply: "Doctor, are you afraid of Gu Rong when you are here?"

Song Rushuang was dumbfounded, looking at Shu Le, unable to speak for a long time.

Are you afraid of Gu Rong?

Yes.

In this cosmic space, it is too normal to be afraid of Gu Rong.

Even the emperor didn't respect him three points.

It's just that Song Rushuang was silent for a long time, but in the end he couldn't say this sentence.

He pointed to the teacup that had just been placed on the small table next to Shu Le: "I served you porridge. The amount is not much, and the temperature is just right. You drink it first, and wait for the medicine."

Shu Le's expression didn't seem too satisfied.

He glanced at the small bowl, and then rolled his eyes to look at Song Rushuang for a while: "That's right, what was your name when you introduced yourself just now? I didn't catch it clearly."

Song Rushuang had to stop when she wanted to go out: "My surname is Song, Song Rushuang."

Shu Le clasped his hands together and applauded him sincerely: "Good name, [-] points, I like it."

Song Rushuang: "..."

After Shu Le finished the last sentence, he jumped off the sofa.

A sick person is not suitable for strenuous exercise, so he coughed violently for a while as soon as he landed.

Song Rushuang was more aware of his current physical condition than Shu Le, Huang Xing's long-term malnutrition and overwork had already completely broken Shu Le's body.

It looks intact on the surface, but inside it looks like a grain pile that has been eaten away.

A light push and it will fall completely.

Song Rushuang had no choice but to reach out to support Shu Le, and helped him pat his back with his arm: "Adjust your breathing, Lele, too much coughing will increase your physical burden."

Shu Le didn't push Song Rushuang away, but he didn't listen to him either. The coughing sound was like the wailing of lungs.

After a long time, the coughing stopped slowly.

Because of the severe shortness of breath, even Shu Le's face was covered with a thin layer of blush.

But he still didn't let go of Song Rushuang's hand, instead, he pointed down and pulled Song Rushuang indiscriminately.

Song Rushuang froze suddenly.

Shu Le walked in front of Song Rushuang with small steps, and said with crooked eyes, "Doctor Song."

Song Rushuang looked at Shu Le.

Shu Le stretched out his hand and pulled Song Rushuang's other hand over, showing a triumphant smile: "Doctor Song, since you don't have a boyfriend or girlfriend, why don't we get together and find a running buddy? "

Song Rushuang: "..."

A basin of bone-chilling cold water was poured down from the top of the head without any tenderness at all, and it seemed that there were countless ice cubes that had just frozen through inside, making Song Rushuang as cold as falling into an ice cave.

Every word of this sentence is clearly ordinary.

However, when they are arranged and combined, they become a daunting shackle.

It is also a sharp knife that cuts through memory.

Like six years ago.

The young man who was dripping with juice again by Gu Rong, and even when he went there was still a man's fluid in his body, quietly leaned on the bed.

When he saw him enter the door, he looked at him almost indifferently.

Then hooked the corner of his mouth.

——"Doctor Song, you don't have a boyfriend, do you?"

--"No."

—— "Where's the girlfriend?"

—— "You have become like this, and you still have the time to ask this?"

——"Since you don't have a boyfriend or a girlfriend, why don't we secretly have a running buddy behind Gu Rong's back?"

——“…”

——"Aren't you happy?"

—— "Oh, forget it, it seems that I can only find someone else."