Being petted by the old attack as a little cute

Jing Qiao laughed, helplessly, and didn't speak any more, Zhang Ziyu was so dizzy that he was about to fall asleep.

It was even colder in the hospital, Jing Qiao went directly to the VIP ward of the rehabilitation department on the tenth floor, and rang the bell to call the doctor over.

Zhang Ziyu was lying on the bed, pressing his stomach with his hands, looking at Jing Qiao with puzzled eyes.

Jing Qiao put a pillow on Zhang Ziyu's back to make him lean more comfortably, and said without raising his head: "My parents come here for physical therapy regularly, and the hospital is theirs, and they live in this ward."

After finishing speaking, he glanced at Zhang Ziyu's pale face and added, "Every time they come, the quilt cover will be changed."

Zhang Ziyu didn't think about it so much. The ward was very clean and didn't have the smell of disinfectant that usually filled the hospital. It was similar to being at home. It was a suite. There was also a TV in front of Zhang Ziyu's bed, and two bouquets of fresh magnolia flowers stood on both sides. , The floral fragrance is very strong, but it does not make people feel bored.

Jing Qiao said that his mother likes magnolia flowers, and the flowers in the ward are exchanged every day, and the best magnolias are sent to be planted.

The doctor came very quickly, and the nurse followed. Holding the treatment tray, he saw a handsome boy lying on the bed, and the irritability of being disturbed also subsided a little, so Zhang Ziyu stretched out his hand to measure his blood pressure and body temperature.

Zhang Ziyu shrank quietly under the quilt, his voice hoarse, "Blood pressure and body temperature are normal."

The nurse was taken aback, and subconsciously turned her head to ask Jing Qiao, "Mr. Jing, did you check at home?"

Jing Qiao smiled, walked around to the nurse, took out a thermometer from the treatment tray, sat down beside Zhang Ziyu's bed, and said in a deep voice, "Come here."

Zhang Ziyu didn't want to investigate, he didn't like hospitals.

But the air pressure around Jing Qiao was too low. Although he had seen Jing Qiao smile before, he still looked gloomy. Zhang Ziyu pursed his lips, and moved to the side of Jing Qiao as if he was dead.

Jing Qiao saw that Zhang Ziyu was still obedient, glanced at the thermometer in his hand, lowered his head and lifted Zhang Ziyu's quilt, stuffed the thermometer into his hand, and asked, "Do you know how to use it?"

Zhang Ziyu nodded and put the thermometer in his mouth.

Jingqiao: "..."

The nurse accidentally laughed and said, "This is not an oral thermometer, this is an axillary thermometer."

Zhang Ziyu was stunned for a moment, then took out the thermometer from his mouth, smiled awkwardly at Jingqiao, wishing he could bury his head in the quilt.

Jing Qiao watched Zhang Ziyu's ears turn red, and felt embarrassed to put his hands under his armpits when there were people. Jing Qiao had no choice but to take out the thermometer in his hand, and wiped the thermometer with the alcohol gauze beside him. His cheeks felt hot.

Zhang Ziyu's position was wrong, Jing Qiao said, "Come closer."

What?

Zhang Ziyu moved a little towards Jingqiao, his face was almost on Jingqiao's thigh.

Zhang Ziyu was wearing light blue pajamas, loose and loose, with a large neckline, revealing a large part of his neck, and his collarbone was exquisite and beautiful.

Jing Qiao held a thermometer and stretched it in from Zhang Ziyu's neckline. Zhang Ziyu pressed his face tightly against Jing Qiao's thigh. His face was so hot that it was about to burn. Like being roasted by fire.

Zhang Ziyu wanted to hide.

With sharp eyes and quick hands, Jing Qiao pressed Zhang Ziyu's shoulder with his other hand, preventing him from moving.

I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, after putting the thermometer away, Jing Qiao's fingertips passed Zhang Ziyu's nipples faintly, causing Zhang Ziyu to tremble all over.

The nurse didn't see anything, and said softly, "It can be taken out in seven or eight minutes."

The doctor took the sphygmomanometer on the plate and asked to come by himself and ask about the situation by the way.

"Any genetic history?" asked the doctor.

Zhang Ziyu shook his head.

"Is it an old stomach problem?"

Zhang Ziyu shook his head.

"Have you eaten any spicy food recently?"

This question was heart-wrenching, Zhang Ziyu looked up at Jing Qiao, Jing Qiao didn't intend to help him answer, Zhang Ziyu closed his eyes, opened them again, and said in a low voice: "I had pudding at noon."

The doctor breathed a sigh of relief, "This is not a stimulating food, I mean, have you eaten any spicy, greasy, sweet food?"

Zhang Ziyu looked indifferent, but he knew in his heart that he was being unreasonable. He asked calmly, "What about the twenty puddings?"

The doctor was taken aback for a moment, then asked again, "Ice?"

Zhang Ziyu nodded.

After a while, the doctor looked at Jing Qiao and said, "It's nothing serious. You should pay attention in the future. The young master's physique is not that good. Once you have a stomach problem, if you don't take good care of it, you will easily develop an old stomach problem. It will be a headache."

After finishing speaking, he stood up and said, "I'll prescribe some mild painkillers and anti-inflammatory drugs, and I think I'll be able to go home tomorrow. Stomach problems have to be nourished, not cured. In the future, Mr. Jing should pay more attention to the young master's greedy mouth. "

"You are young, what should you do if you have old stomach problems?"

"I've never seen a boy be so greedy, and eat so much iced food in one go. This time, I have to develop a good memory."

Zhang Ziyu didn't dare to open his eyes every sentence.

When the doctor left the ward, Jing Qiao smiled and said, "I knew today?"

Zhang Ziyu said sullenly, "I'm sorry."

Every time he caused trouble to others, Zhang Ziyu would subconsciously apologize first, regardless of whether he was the one who suffered the loss or someone else.

Jing Qiao rubbed Zhang Ziyu's hair. He was sick, and Jing Qiao's heartache was no less painful than Zhang Ziyu's stomachache.

If you don't listen to what you say, you can't control it, Jing Qiao doesn't know what to do with him?I just hope that Zhang Ziyu can learn a lesson this time, eating without principles is not acceptable.

The doctor prescribed the medicine, and the nurse immediately prepared the infusion. Zhang Ziyu opened his eyes and watched the nurse hang the infusion bag on the hook above his head. The medicine flowed down the tube quickly. The nurse squatted beside Zhang Ziyu's bed, wrist A tourniquet was tied.

Zhang Ziyu didn't dare to show his anger, and looked at Jing Qiao who was sitting on the side, showing such obvious fear for the first time.

Jing Qiao frowned, faintly feeling that something was wrong.

Children are not usually afraid of injections. They had injections not too long ago, but because of the blurred consciousness at that time, they couldn't tell how Zhang Ziyu was feeling. But this time, when Zhang Ziyu was awake, Zhang Ziyu's other hand grasped the bed sheet tightly. , didn't go to see the nurse, didn't make a sound, and turned his head to look at Jingqiao.

Jing Qiao walked over and said in a deep voice, "Wait a minute."

The nurse looked up at Jing Qiao suspiciously, "Mr. Jing..."

Jing Qiao raised his hand, and the nurse understood immediately, and without asking any further questions, took off the tourniquet, put it on the door and stood outside to wait.

Zhang Ziyu's hands were cold, and his stomach was aching again. The tourniquet on his hand was taken off, Zhang Ziyu breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at Jing Qiao with some helpless eyes.

"What's wrong?" Jing Qiao asked.

Zhang Ziyu shook his head, "I'm afraid of pain."

He didn't want to say it, but Jing Qiao saw it. Jing Jingqiao couldn't let Zhang Ziyu open his heart for the time being because of psychological problems, so he could only let him accept it as much as possible.

When the nurse gave Zhang Ziyu another injection, Jing Qiao sat next to him, covered his eyes with his hands, and hugged him towards her.

The nurse was also a little nervous, her hands were shaking.

Zhang Ziyu felt it, and said lightly: "It's okay, I'm not afraid."

Jing Qiao immediately picked up, "He is stubborn, try to be as gentle as possible."

Zhang Ziyu pursed his lips and stopped talking.

Two layers of iodophor were smeared on the back of his hand, Zhang Ziyu's eyelashes fluttered nervously, he remembered some things in the past, he was not afraid of injections, but he was afraid of being left behind when he was sick, that incident left a deep impression on him. small shadows.

Ge Ting and Zhang Haicheng like to quarrel. To be precise, Zhang Haicheng likes to be angry one-sidedly, because Ge Ting's suppression of his strength has challenged his man's dignity. I agreed, but the further I got to the back, the more my true colors were revealed.

That was also when Zhang Ziyu was ill.

It is not impossible for a child to have a high fever and develop meningitis if not treated in time and become a mentally handicapped child.Ge Ting found that Zhang Ziyu had a fever and was about to go to the hospital together when Ge's family called. Ge Lao, Ge Ting's grandfather, had a stroke and asked Ge Ting to go back immediately.

Ge Lao was Ge Ting's only warmth since she was a child. She asked Zhang Haicheng to go to the hospital with the driver. Maybe she was a little anxious and didn't pay attention to her tone. Zhang Haicheng got angry again and called the driver away instead of taking Zhang Ziyu to the hospital.

Zhang Ziyu slept in the living room without a quilt, and the living room was completely dark. Zhang Haicheng cursed upstairs, accompanied by the sound of things breaking. In the end, Zhang Ziyu called 120 himself, and the doctor pointed Zhang Haicheng to his nose and cursed. Suddenly, Ge Ting rushed to the hospital, but was also scolded by the doctor, accusing them of being unworthy to be parents.

Ge Ting couldn't believe that Zhang Haicheng could be so indifferent to his own son.

Aunt Su was also brought here by Ge Ting since then.

From then on, Zhang Ziyu was afraid of hospitals, doctors, nurses and injections.

This is out of his control.

Every time he could recall that incident, he was lying alone in the living room, cold and hurt.

But at this moment, the warmth covering his eyes really reminded him that someone was protecting him, he was reluctant and distressed, Zhang Ziyu knew that this was not an illusion.

The needle stuck into a blood vessel, and as soon as the tourniquet was removed and the pulley was released, the back of his hand swelled up at a speed visible to the naked eye, and Zhang Ziyu trembled all over. In his arms, Jing Qiao lowered his head and coaxed in his ear: "It's okay, Ayu."

"Don't be afraid."

A layer of sweat broke out on the nurse's forehead.

Zhang Ziyu restrained the urge to break free from the needle in his hand, his voice was hoarse, "It's okay, you can do it again."

The medical profession is not easy, and she didn't do it on purpose, everyone makes mistakes.

When calling again, the nurse stood by for a while to confirm that there was no problem, and then said softly: "Mr. Jing, if you need anything, just press the call bell, and we will come right away."

Jing Qiao nodded, and the nurse breathed a sigh of relief, and went out with the tray.

Hearing the sound of closing the door, Zhang Ziyu moved in Jing Qiao's arms, Jing Qiao let go of his hands covering his eyes, and let him lean on the bed, Zhang Ziyu looked at Jing Qiao, his eyes looked around unnaturally, the atmosphere was so weird It made people flustered. After a while, Zhang Ziyu said, "Thank you."

Zhang Ziyu recalled the feeling when he was leaning against Jing Qiao's arms, and instantly felt his back was hot, and couldn't help rubbing his back against the head of the bed.

Jing Qiao smiled lightly, approached him, stretched his hand from the other side of Zhang Ziyu's waist to his back, lifted him up, and asked in a deep voice, "Is it okay to lean on like this?"

Such a posture is close to the bed, Zhang Ziyu's whole body is in Jingqiao's arms, and the posture is fascinating

After speaking, Jing Qiao didn't leave, and his warm breath pressed against his ear, which made people feel distracted.

Zhang Ziyu didn't dare to show his breath, he lowered his eyebrows slightly, and nodded.