Dressed as cannon fodder and the male lead together

According to Ji Yichuan's request, Ji Bojian asked Lao Zhang to park the car in front of the hospital.

"not going home?"

The atmosphere in the car was a bit stuffy, and the screen of the mobile phone Ji Yichuan was holding gave off a faint light, illuminating his delicately curved jawline.

"Not going back."

The car was plunged into darkness again.

With a 'click' sound, the car door was opened and closed again. With the sound of the car window moving down, Ji Yichuan tilted his lower body. The cold night wind blew by, and the hair on his forehead shook slightly, making his vision a little blurred.

"He is alone in the hospital, I am a little worried."

Ji Bojian didn't understand why his son cared so much about this classmate, but he just thought too much, and simply thought that they had a good relationship.

He raised his wrist to look at the time, it was nine thirty.

Jiang Bing is still waiting for him at home.

Ji Bojian took off his glasses, collapsed on the soft back of the chair, and waved his hands casually, "I'll come back tomorrow when I'm free."

Ji Yichuan nodded and said hello.

"Old Zhang, let's go."

In the ward, the night light by the bed was still on.

Ji Yichuan approached the bed lightly.

Chen Putao slept well, breathing steadily, and spread her hands neatly on the quilt.

Under the light, the young man's face on the hospital bed was soft, and his closed eyes exuded a strong sense of fragility that people dare not touch.

Ji Yichuan sat by the bed, bent over and quietly watched the gentle boy on the bed from a distance.

After an unknown amount of time, a murmur came out from under his itchy throat, and Ji Yichuan revealed a touch of softness between his brows. He lowered his head, and under the light, an inch of skin on the back of his neck was like jade porcelain.

"Just come back."

"Nice dream."

Another whisper.

When Chen Putao woke up, he was the only one left in the room.

He couldn't move, so he turned his head and fumbled for a cell phone from the bedside table.

An unread message on qq is displayed impressively.

[I went out to buy breakfast, and I will be back around eight o'clock. If you wake up, you can lie down for a while. 】

The time of sending the message was displayed a quarter of an hour ago, and it would be another ten minutes before eight o'clock.

Chen Putao struggled to climb up, leaned back against the pillow, and suddenly remembered a knock on the door.

He subconsciously echoed 'Come in'.

I thought it was Ji Yichuan who came back early, but found that it was a male doctor who was performing surgery on him.

"How's your rest?"

The doctor was quite young, wearing a white coat, pursing his lips and smiling slightly, which gave him a strong sense of security.

Chen Putao heard the sound and tried to feel the wound, and found that the pain in the wound had subsided a lot after one corner passed.

The doctor lifted the quilt, looked carefully at the calf for a while, and then made two circles in the sketchbook.

"No big problem, just take a good rest now."

"How long will it take to get off the ground?"

Chen Putao looked at her calf stretched out stiffly, and felt a little headache.

The doctor glanced at him, amused, "Are you in a hurry?"

"A bit."

"Just wait." The doctor put down his pen, "Wait for a week to see if the stitches can be removed. After the stitches are removed, there is nothing wrong with taking a short walk."

"Don't worry, take a good rest."

The doctor pushed the black-rimmed glasses, and his expression suddenly became unattractive, "But you have to be mentally prepared."

He cleared his throat and said seriously: "Your leg will inevitably have sequelae in the future. Violent running, jumping, and even standing for a long time will make you feel uncomfortable."

The doctor said it tactfully, and did not specifically point out that the actual meaning of discomfort was that his calf could not bear this kind of exercise that ordinary people did not consider strenuous exercise.

"Especially basketball and football, which you boys like very much, you must not touch these."

The doctor's expression became more and more solemn, as if he wanted to use this method to kill the wrong thoughts that might appear in the boy's future.

But the boy's reaction was flat and scary.

Chen Putao closed his eyes, he couldn't see any joy or anger in his eyes, he just nodded slightly.

"Okay, I remember."

The doctor frowned and stared at Chen Putao seriously. Children of this age are always full of energy, and they don't know where to vent their strength. If they suddenly know that they can't run or jump...

The doctor was worried that the boy would fall into depression, and he also thought that the boy would cry loudly about his pain, but he never thought that the boy would be so plain, and he seemed to accept his misfortune as expected.

Chen Putao stretched her waist, and following the movement of raising her head, her gaze slowly swept across the cold white walls and ceiling of the ward, and finally landed on a black fountain pen hanging on the doctor's chest.

The doctor stared at him, didn't say anything, just sighed silently, "Just remember, you should rest well at this stage, and call me if the wound hurts badly."

"Okay, thank you doctor."

Just as the doctor left, Chen Putao was left alone in the room.

He supported his head, thought carefully about the doctor's order, and sighed softly when no one else was present.

He has long passed the age of wanting to run and dance.

However, by the side of this group of seventeen or eighteen teenagers, he did experience the unique vigor that only belonged to teenagers.

He lifted the quilt again, and a bandaged calf was immediately exposed to the air.

He was silent, his fingertips running across the calf bandage.

Don't dare to use force, just touch it and break it.

At that moment, his eye sockets became hot.

He suddenly felt that he was half lying on the bed like a tile that was about to fall to the ground.

"Can't run, can't jump—"

"It's really boring."

Ji Yichuan carried a big plastic bag and entered the door.

It seemed to be very cold outside. From a distance, Chen Putao could feel the coldness emanating from the other party.

The black broken hair was stained with a little white mist.

Chen Putao became interested.Supporting the bed with both hands, curious: "Is it snowing outside?"

"Ah."

Ji Yichuan took off his coat, stood under the air conditioner, and faced the warm wind for a while, until the coldness all over his body disappeared under the blowing of the hot air, before walking back to the bed.

"I don't know what you want to eat, so I just bought something."

"Is it a little too much to buy?"

Chen Putao looked at the big plastic bags on the ground, and spoke hesitantly.

Ji Yichuan looked at his expression, chuckled, and rubbed his head.

hairy.

"Someone will eat it." Ji Yichuan murmured, his voice was too low, and Chen Putao, who was staring at the packing box in a daze, didn't notice it at all.

"What do you want to eat?"

Ji Yichuan carried all kinds of packing boxes, big and small, to the bedside table. The bedside table was not big, so he could only leave a chair to stand aside.

"Wontons, dumplings? There are also millet porridge, vegetable porridge, pumpkin cake and so on."

Chen Putao looked at the bland porridge in front of her and hesitated.

"Whose is over there?"

Chen Putao pointed to the two servings of Roujiamo quietly placed in the corner, curiously: "Your?"

Ji Yichuan shook his head, his expression obviously a little helpless.

At this time, the door was pushed open.

"Chen Putao! How's your leg?"

From far away, the shouts of Gao Shang and Cheng Zan exploded in the ward.