Transfer Students

Lu Ming was really pissed off, he pulled off two belts, and he couldn't see that Lu Shaohang's suit was soft. He couldn't go down the steps, and when he was angrily planning to get a more convenient stick, he heard a heart-piercing sound from the study. Lung-cracking shouts.

His heart skipped a beat, he strode back to the study, and saw Lu Shaohang fainted in a mess.

"Hurry up and call 120! Are you really going to beat him to death?!" Song Ya yelled at him loudly.

She tried to hug Lu Shaohang into her arms, but all she touched was blood.

She was terrified, and hated Lu Ming even more.

"If something happens to him, I will definitely sue you to jail!"

The ambulance arrived soon, and when Dr. Cha saw this scene, the first thing he said was "call the police."

Several people worked together to lift Lu Shaohang into the ambulance, and checked his wounds after making sure that he was only in a temporary faint and that his life was not in danger.

The black short sleeve on Lu Shaohang's body had been ripped apart, and blood mixed with cold sweat stuck the clothes to the wound on his back. If he wanted to deal with it, he could only use tweezers to separate the clothes from the wound little by little.

Although the doctor's movements were very light, the pain of the wound opening again was unavoidable.

The person lying on the hospital bed was pale, and his frowning brows were wet with cold sweat.

"Is it your own? Make it like this! Whoops, whoops, how can you do this?"

"It seems that the police have already been questioning outside the emergency room, and they don't know what kind of grudges they have."

"I'll go, there's glass shards in the wound, get me a small tweezers."

The doctor picked out three or four shards of glass from Lu Shaohang's palm. This is the part with the most nerves and capillaries, and it is also the most painful part. Lu Shaohang couldn't hold back, and finally groaned.

"Awake?" The doctor wiped the cold sweat off his face, and comforted him: "It's over, young man, please bear with me. I'll call your parents to come in first..."

"No." Lu Shaohang struggled to squeeze out two words from his throat.

He doesn't want to see anyone.

The doctor respected his idea and only sent a nurse to tell Song Ya who had been guarding the door of the emergency room the news that he had woken up.

"How is he? Is it serious? Do you want to have a full body check?"

"I have injuries on my back, hands and knees. It's not serious, but I'm afraid of infection. It's so hot now. I'll be in the emergency room tonight for observation. If there's nothing wrong, I'll transfer to the general ward tomorrow for two days of treatment before going home."

"Then let me go in and see him."

"No!" The little nurse stopped her, "How can you enter the emergency room casually? There are other patients in the emergency room, and the family members are waiting outside."

Song Ya pleaded: "Just take a look..."

"I only care about it now, why did you go earlier?" The little nurse's tone was a bit bad. She was afraid that she would be complained if she said too much, so she turned around and went back to the emergency room with an excuse.

Because Lu Shaohang was young and the cause of the injury was domestic violence, the doctors and nurses took extra care of him.

When he regained some energy, he borrowed the nurse's mobile phone and called Pei Yu.

It is almost 12 o'clock in the evening now, and I don't know if Pei Yu has fallen asleep.

The phone rang twice, and he felt a little regretful, afraid that he would not be able to hold back his emotions and make Pei Yu worry.Just when he was about to hang up, Pei Yu's voice rang in his ears.

"Which one?"

Lu Shaohang's eyes instantly wet.

Grievance, sadness, anger, unwillingness... All kinds of emotions rushed into his heart, and he subconsciously wanted to raise his hand to wipe his eyes.

"Oh no, you will get infected like this," the nurse helped him wipe his face with a veil, and asked in a low voice, "Do you want me to tell your friend?"

Lu Shaohang shook his head, and the nurse walked away tactfully.

"... Xiaohang?" Pei Yu suddenly called his name.

"Well," Lu Shaohang responded with sobs, took a deep breath to try to calm the trembling in his voice, but the severe nasal voice still betrayed his emotions, "It's me."

"Where are you?" Pei Yu noticed something was wrong, "I sent you a few WeChat messages at night, but you didn't reply. What's wrong?"

"I……"

Lu Shaohang wanted to cry again after only saying one word. He didn't shed a single tear when he was beaten to death by his father just now, but in front of Pei Yu, he was always so fragile.

"Don't worry baby, speak slowly." Pei Yu's rustling voice came from the other side, "Tell me where you are first and whose phone you use, so that I can find you."

"do not!"

Lu Shaohang stopped him immediately, if Pei Yu really found him, he would be his parents' next target.

"I have a showdown with them. I will probably stay at home for the next few days. Don't contact me now. I will find you later."

"..." There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone before Pei Yu asked, "Are you injured?"

Lu Shaohang rubbed his face hard on the pillow before saying in a muffled voice: "No, don't worry. I'll come back to you in a few days, hang up first."

He hung up the phone without giving Pei Yu any time to react.

He returned the phone to the nurse, said thank you, and then said nothing.

The next day, he was transferred to a single ward for anti-inflammatory treatment. No matter how much Song Ya apologized and cared for him, he didn't say a word.

Later, he refused to even take a bite of rice.

"I beg you, mother, can you eat a little? If you go on like this, people will not be able to bear it."

Song Ya's eyes were red and swollen, her hair was messy, she seemed to have aged ten years overnight.

Seeing that Lu Shaohang remained unmoved, she lowered her head, tears streaming down her cheeks: "I know you hate us, but I didn't expect you to hate us so much. After all, it's me who failed too much as a mother."

After finishing speaking, she went out to call the doctor and told about Lu Shaohang's refusal to eat for the past three days.

A few nurses came to try to persuade him, but they couldn't persuade him. At night, the doctor could only infuse him with nutrient solution.

The doctor called Song Ya to the corridor and advised her to go home and rest first. Lu Shaohang was too resistant to her, so it was not good for her to stay here.

"But I want to take care of him..."

"We have nurses on duty, who make regular ward rounds, and nothing will happen. You can't keep turning around by yourself. You have to be mentally strong to take care of patients."

Song Ya hesitated again and again, but followed the doctor's advice and went home.

Lying on the hospital bed, Lu Shaohang quietly watched the slowly dripping medicinal liquid in the infusion tube by the moonlight coming in from the window, his thoughts were in the air, and the door of the ward was pushed open and then closed gently.

He closed his eyes and waited for the nurse to take his temperature.

A warm hand caressed his cheek, and the thumb brushed against the wound on the cheekbone through the thin air.

Feeling something was wrong, he opened his eyes, facing a pair of tear-filled eyes.

In an instant, his eyes were also wet with tears.

"...Brother Yu."

He spoke with difficulty, his voice was so hoarse that he couldn't distinguish the original tone.

"Don't cry, I don't hurt anymore..."