My God's Mansion

He chose a clinic that was closer. There were not many patients in the clinic. There were three beds, and an old man was lying on one of the beds.He gently put Qingcheng on the bed.

The doctor looked 35 or [-] years old, with many wrinkles on his face, a pair of eyes, and kindly eyes.The doctor's eyes were sharp, he cast a glance at Zhang Jinxi, checked Qingcheng's injury, and asked the nurse to bring the medicine box.

It is said in the book that Qingcheng dialect is soft and cowardly, because he is timid enough, he has lived through dozens of chapters, and there is little content about him. After all, he is not the protagonist, he does not have the aura of the protagonist, and no one rescues him when he is in danger. He was injured and quietly hid in the corner to make wounds. He also knew that Qingcheng silently liked their class monitor, Chu Yan.

He reached out and touched Qingcheng's head to comfort him not to be afraid, and there was a trace of sourness in his smile, "Doctor, what's wrong with him, is it serious?"

The doctor lifted the glasses on the bridge of his nose. The wounded young man had deep and shallow wounds, scratches from fruit knives, marks like ropes, and more large and small bruises. The young man looked like He is often bullied, school violence is not absent, students dare not speak up when they are threatened, and their parents don't care, they will be like him.But the boy who sent him here... doesn't look like a bad guy, "Are you his classmate?"

One of them has greasy hair, is often bullied, and has many scars on his body, and the other is clean and tidy. He looks like a three-good student and has a good family. He can't think of them as brothers or friends.

"I'm his brother."

Qingcheng suddenly raised his head and stared at Zhang Jinxi. Why did the person who rescued him say that?And he touched his head just now, doesn't he despise him being dirty?Facing Zhang Jinxi's concerned gaze and his gentle face, Qingcheng quickly lowered his head.

The doctor did not expose his words, and checked Qingcheng's body again. After he finished, he said, "Long-term malnutrition, too many bruises on the body, as you saw just now, there is not a single piece of intact skin on the body. The spirit is listless, and the eyes are lifeless." , the dark circles are too heavy, and the lack of sleep is severe. He should often stay up late and have a slight concussion. I have never seen such a student who does not take his life seriously. If it continues, the possibility of sudden death is very high. Since you are him Brother, you should protect him well."

"Thank you doctor, I know." Zhang Jinxi was grateful, clenched his fists where no one could see, his nails dug hard into his palm.He doesn't care about it anymore, he must hide Qingcheng, tie it to his side and take good care of his body, parents and schools, go to hell, when the end of the world comes, everyone will not be able to protect themselves.

The doctor called the nurse to infuse him with nutrient solution, and then went to do other things.

"How did you get the knife wound on your body? Is it also the group of boys who bullied you just now?"

Qingcheng was stunned for a moment, and he could hear that the boy's words were concerned about him. Suddenly, a ray of light came in his world, gently peeling away the darkness.From childhood to adulthood, no one cared about him, no one made friends with him, let alone said that he would protect him in the future.His parents thought he was a burden, and the neighbor next door thought he was the son of a gambler and a prostitute.It is his luck that he can live to such a large age.

"It doesn't matter if you don't say anything, no one will bully you in the future." When he was silent, he was like a helpless little squirrel, and the slightest sound could scare him.

"It's... my mother made it. Every time she came back from drinking outside, my father would snatch her money and take it out on me." He ordered him to take off his clothes, and then used the fruit knife on the table to touch his body. draw.Every time his mother saw his back bleeding, she would stop.Qingcheng didn't tell the boys about the latter.

"You rest for a while, I will go out and buy food for you. Don't worry, I have already paid the medical expenses. Don't think about why I help you if we don't know each other well. I have no mercy for you, no bad intentions, and no sympathy. I I just want to be nice to you. If you feel that you owe me, you can return the money to me when you grow up." Zhang Jinxi patted Qingcheng's shoulder dotingly.

He can't lock up Qingcheng rashly, he will be afraid, so he needs a reason for Qingcheng to accept.In the end, he thought of the doctor, and Qingcheng would definitely listen to what the doctor said, because he didn't want to die, so Qingcheng also had to leave City Y and return to City B with him.

Seeing the boy leave the clinic after filling out a form, the doctor came over and said that he was in serious condition, exhausted and injured to the root, and that if he was not treated properly, he would die suddenly.According to his family situation, the best way is to go with the boy and let the boy take care of him for three months. The boy is not a bad person and can be trusted. During this period, he will come to check his body.Qingcheng stared at the ceiling in a daze, he had a cold and never had an infusion, he just waited for the cold to get better, if it was really serious, he would pay for some cold medicine and anti-inflammatory drugs with his own money, stubbornly he miraculously survived like this down.

When he was a child, he had longed for a better life. He hoped that his father would quit gambling and find a decent job with his mother. He hoped that his parents would care about him and have a warm home.Until he grew up and became sensible, it turned out that his father hated him for a reason. He was not his son, and his mother said that she didn't know whose son he was.

When his longing was wiped out by reality, he no longer expected it. He just wanted to live a good life, and when he saved enough money to go to college, he would leave them and never return to City Y.Every day he would get up very early, grab discarded cardboard boxes and plastic bottles from others, and go out to work part-time after studying at night, until he got off work at [-] o'clock in the morning and went home to sleep.

After a while, Zhang Jinxi came back from outside with food. He didn’t buy much, which was enough for Qingcheng to eat, “I bought you a portion of rice, fried lean meat with cabbage, and pork rib soup to warm the stomach. Raise slowly, and eat better in the future."

Opening the lunch box, the smell of the food came out, Qingcheng swallowed, he hadn't had a bite of white rice for several months, because he didn't have money, he ate mostly steamed buns, and occasionally he would buy a piece of meat if he was extravagant. steamed stuffed bun.

"Eat first, then sleep, we'll go back when we wake up, and open our mouths." Zhang Jinxi took a chopstick of cabbage wrapped in rice and sent it to Qingcheng's mouth.

"I...I can eat by myself." He didn't want to bother his helper.

Zhang Jinxi chuckled, "Use the hand that is infusing?"

"..." Qingcheng lowered his head, his long hair covered his eyes, his cheeks were slightly flushed, he gritted his teeth and raised his head, opening his mouth slightly.

Growing up so big, he ate enough for the first time, including pork rib soup and rice.It is better than what he eats every Chinese New Year.He wanted to sleep when he was full. Under the care and guidance of the female nurse, he closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

And Zhang Jinxi took time out to go out and rented a two-bedroom, one-living-room, one-kitchen house in the city center. The house is fully furnished and decorated warmly. After that, he went to the supermarket downstairs to buy things, snacks, fruits, oil, salt, sauce and vinegar. He planned to stay here When the end times come, then he has a reason to take him away.

Don't ask him why he finished all this so quickly, he's not human, it's a matter of moving his fingers.