Scum smell

Zhang He strode into the hospital, and went straight to the operating room without stopping. He saw a man sitting on a chair outside, dumbfounded, with his head down, not knowing what he was thinking.

That person is Wen Lin.

His heart suddenly burst into flames, and he walked over to forcefully suppress his anger, and asked, "What's wrong with him? How did he get into the emergency room?"

Wen Lin didn't even raise his eyelids, he kept looking at his hands, his eyes were very focused, as if he wanted to see a flower - when he got closer, Zhang He realized that Wen Lin's hands were covered in blood, which had already dried up. Turned into a thick scab.Not only his hands, but also his clothes, hair, and even his face were covered with blood. To be honest, he looked a little scary.There was a long bloodstain on his face, Zhang He only glanced at it, and turned his head away as if being stung.

Thinking that the blood belonged to Ji Yao, Zhang He felt a throbbing pain in his heart, feeling like he was burning inside.

All the tenderness in Wen Lin's voice faded away, and turned into a kind of hard coldness.

"I stabbed him," he said.

"...you said...what?" Zhang He was stunned.

Ji Yao is not a liar, he did not lie to Jiang Qiutong.The reason why he didn't come out from Wen Lin's place was because he entered the emergency room.As soon as Jiang Qiutong walked away, the ambulance drove over with his back foot.

The two cars passed by, Jiang Qiutong was staring at the emergency lights in a daze, he would not have known that the ambulance was going to pick up Ji Yao.

Ji Yao's stabbing knife in the chest was missed by Wen Lin at the last moment, and it hit his stomach. The organs ruptured and hemorrhages. If the medical staff in the community did not give first aid first, Ji Yao might have knelt down.

The doctor was frightened by the battle in the villa when he entered, and wanted to call the police, but was stopped by Ji Yao, who was still conscious.Ji Yao was already unconscious when he was carried into the car, and Wen Lin followed him without saying a word. The two medical staff stared at him vigilantly, protecting Ji Yao to death, as if he was afraid that Wen Lin would suddenly get violent. The appearance of killing people.

As soon as Wen Lin got in the car, he called Zhang He, and the two of them arrived at the hospital almost at the same time.

"You fucking..." Zhang He stared at Wen Lin, feeling unbelievable in his heart, his temples were throbbing, and there was only one thought in his mind, how could it be possible, how could Wen Lin hurt Ji Yao.

The news was too sudden, as if they were still in love the day before, but overnight they had a quarrel to the point of sending someone to the emergency room—if this was a TV series, he would scold the screenwriter to death because of this twist.

But seeing Wen Lin's expression, he felt right again, Wen Lin didn't lie, he really stabbed Ji Yao with a knife.

Immediately, the fire in his heart burned his whole body with a "squeak".

Just when he felt he couldn't bear to kill him on the spot, a little nurse hurried over and asked, "Ji Yao? Are Ji Yao's family members here? Come here and sign."

Zhang He woke up—yes, the most important thing right now is Ji Yao, he is still in the operating room—he walked up to the nurse: "I am, how is the patient's condition?"

Wearing a mask, the nurse looked business-like and said to him: "It's too early to draw conclusions. Who are you to the patient? Are you a relative? Brother?"

Zhang He paused with the hand holding the pen: "There is no blood relationship, he is my younger brother."

The nurse refused without thinking: "Sorry, no, can his family come over here?"

The informed consent was taken away from his hand, and Zhang He realized belatedly that the relationship between him and Ji Yao turned out to be at a critical juncture of life and death, and they could not trust each other.

This realization scalded him like a cigarette butt.

He forced himself to organize his thoughts and said to the nurse, "I'll call right away."

Zhang He felt that he was split in two, half of which blood pressure and adrenaline were constantly soaring, his heart was beating wildly, his hands were shaking so much that he couldn't hold the phone, and he kept thinking about what to do if something happened to Ji Yao.The other half was empty, his thoughts drifted and diverged, and he even had time to think: Now, he finally doesn't have to hide Ji Yao's sexuality.

He could finally pull Ji Yao out of the closet, and he could finally tell his family that they don't have to worry about it, and don't need to be afraid that the secret they guarded together will be discovered.

If he had told them earlier—if earlier, no matter how bad the consequences would be, would it be worse than the current situation?

No matter what, he will always bear it with Ji Yao - so what is Ji Yao afraid of?

Just when he was about to call Father Ji, another nurse came out of the operating room in a hurry, said something in the ear of the previous one, and the two went in together.

"What's going on?" Zhang He asked.

"The patient suddenly woke up and asked himself to sign."

Zhang He understood instantly, but Ji Yao still didn't want to say it.

He stared at the door of the operating room, and suddenly clutched his phone tightly.

The lights outside the operating room stayed on all night, and Zhang He also stood there all night.Wen Lin just sat on that chair and kept that posture without moving.Zhang He didn't bother to talk to him, so he just waited for the result. As for the rest, if...

No, there is no if.

He stopped himself from thinking further.

In the early morning, the doctor came out of the operating room with a tired face and a relaxed expression. The big stone in Zhang He's heart fell to the ground, and his tense body suddenly relaxed. Only then did he realize that he couldn't stand anymore. He slipped Sitting on the ground, my mind was filled with the aftermath of the catastrophe and lingering fears.

Just as he was about to go through the formalities, Wen Lin stood up: "I'll go, you stay with him."

His work efficiency is very fast, and he converted Ji Yao's ward into a superior single room in a short while, and then drove to pull a bunch of Ji Yao's usual daily necessities, and arranged Ji Yao who was in a coma like a bed with roses. Sleeping Beauty in Petals.

After finishing all this, he went out. Zhang He thought he was gone, but when he went out to call the nurse, he found him standing on the balcony with cigarette butts all over the window sill.

Zhang He wondered what the hell was going on, and when he returned to the ward, he found that Ji Yao had already woken up, probably because of the anesthesia and the pain.

Zhang He didn't have time to talk to him about anything else, so he asked directly, "You can't hide your injury—the doctor said you'll have to lie down for a month. Did you know that your secretary has already called you for seven days this morning?" Eight phone calls, what about your company? I was in a mess at the time, and I told my godfather that you were robbed, and he and your godmother were rushing back. Do you know anyone at the police station? They sure It is to report to the police. My parents are also in a hurry, and they will arrive in the afternoon."

Zhang He joined his family's business as soon as he graduated, and worked for four years. He is no better than Ji Yao, and now he has a lot of prestige.The second elder was happy to have a leisurely time, so he gave him the stall, and the couple went on a trip.

Ji Yao was powerless: "If the company is gone, I still have my dad, and if my dad doesn't come back, I still have my mom. I just finished the project yesterday, so it's okay. As for my parents... take the phone Give me, I'll call Team Liu, he's responsible for this kind of case, there's no need to report it, I'll tell him, just let him fool the elders—it's a pity they're not in the country."

"As for the others..." he said wearily, "it's a day if you can hide it."

Although he had guessed what Ji Yao meant before, when Ji Yao made it clear that he would continue to hide it, Zhang He almost dropped his phone. He wanted to question what Ji Yao was thinking, but he held back up.

These two sentences seemed to have consumed all of Ji Yao's energy, and he fell asleep again.

When he woke up again, it was already dark outside, and he saw Zhang He at first sight.

Zhang He was dozing off on the sofa not far away, his tall body curled up aggrievedly, his brows were furrowed, it was unknown whether it was because of his posture or him.

Ji Yao almost didn't look at the smile, turned his face away, but saw a person sitting beside him, it was Wen Lin.

Wen Lin looked at him with the look he had been used to seeing since he was a teenager, and looked at him like a jewel, and called him softly: "峣峣."

Just such a familiar soft call made Ji Yao's tears fall instantly.

Wen Lin returned home and was lying on the kitchen floor, cleaning up the blood stains from last night.After several hours of oxidation, the blood had solidified on the floor and turned dark red.

He processed them mechanically, and he didn't want to think about anything anymore.

Things have come to this point, Ji Yao would rather hold his hand and stab his stomach, so what else can he do.

So he waited until Zhang He fell asleep and Ji Yao woke up.When he saw Ji Yao wake up for the first time, he didn't find himself sitting next to him at all, but looked straight at Zhang He, he didn't even feel sad—probably he had already given his whole heart to Ji Yao. It had become shattered lately, so now it doesn't feel like anything.

Wen Lin has been watching him quietly, and when he saw that he found himself, he called him: "Mom, you're awake."

He wanted to open his mouth to say something, but with an oxygen mask on his face, he couldn't speak, so he looked at Wen Lin with his eyes.

Wen Lin stretched out his hand, stroked his hair gently, then touched his cheek, and finally wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes.

Ji Yao's tears were like a flood breaking a dam, falling down the corners of his eyes and splashing into the pillow.He was breathing rapidly, and the oxygen mask was covered with white vapor because of his movements.He looks pitiful now.

Wen Lin couldn't bear to cover his eyes with his hands, he felt his palms get wet soon, and Ji Yao's eyelashes kept trembling, sweeping across his skin.It seems to be very sad, it seems to be very sad.

"let's break up."

He took off Ji Yao's oxygen mask, lowered his head and kissed those pale lips: "Remember to take good care of yourself."

"you're free."

"Goodbye."

Wen Lin also imagined the scene of their breakup - from the first day they were together, he has been thinking every day what it would be like when they broke up.

In his imagination, he would probably cry, in pain and despair like every poor man who gets dumped.And will keep praying to Ji Yao, humbly hoping that he can change his mind.

Maybe he will say a lot.

But he didn't expect that for this sake, the thousand words in his heart were nothing more than a gentle "take care of yourself".

It turns out that feelings really cannot be forced.

When he pushed the door to go out, he thought to himself, although the disturbance was so ugly yesterday, at least he let go of it neatly, so the impression left on Ji Yao should be a decisive and handsome back.

Although Ji Yao didn't say it, he knew that Ji Yao always disliked him for being meek, not neat enough, not manly, not manly enough.

Did his performance today satisfy Ji Yao a little bit?

Even... just a little bit?

Ji Yao was lying on the hospital bed, watching Wen Lin walk out of the door with tears in his eyes, and gently closed the door, separating the two worlds like that.

He kept watching so intently, crying so hard that he could hardly breathe, and the pillow was wet a lot, but he never stopped Wen Lin.

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Wen Lin withdrew temporarily.

Next:

——"I wanted to ask last time, Ji Yao, do you have a problem with your prostate, why can't you pee all the time?"

——"By the way, do you still remember the teacher surnamed Jiang in your college? We invited him to dinner—I heard that he resigned from University A."