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Ling Jibei ran in a hurry, Yu Jianglan was jolting violently on his back, the pain caused him to moan, but he insisted on saying over and over again, "Put me down, I can walk...

Can walk an X!

Ling Jibei didn't speak. After carrying Yu Jianglan up two floors, his physical strength was exhausted, and he couldn't breathe well. While reminding himself that he should exercise more, he raised his eyes to look at the sign on the wall.

At this time, this floor was very deserted, and he found the orthopedics department smoothly.

When Ling Jibei pushed open the door of the department with a "bang", the old doctor on duty was startled.

The doctor was soaking goji berries in a glass, and stirring rhythmically in the glass with a spoon, when he heard the sound, he turned his head and pushed down his reading glasses.

"Doctor! Look at him! His back is seriously injured!" Ling Jibei saw a low bed at the door, so he bowed and put Yu Jianglan down.

The latter's knees were soft, and he couldn't stand at all. Ling Jibei directly put his hands under his armpits, and half-dragged him to place him on the small bed.

"Have you registered?" the old doctor asked, took a sip of the warm water in the cup, and walked towards this side.

"I'm going to hang up now, can you hurry up!" Ling Jibei was annoyed, "He's in such pain!"

Yu Jianglan lay sideways on the low bed and curled up into a ball. He was wearing a low-necked T, revealing a small bumpy collarbone, covered with sweat.He frowned and lowered his eyelashes, his pale lips were drawn into a line, and a trembling breath came out of his nasal cavity intermittently.

Only then did the old doctor put down the water glass, walked to the bed and bent over to fold Yu Jianglan's clothes up to his shoulders, exposing his back.

Ling Jibei's eyes trembled, they were brighter than the stars.

What was tied around his waist was the waist protector he gave him. The black oval tightly wrapped around his strong and white waist, without any bloated or unattractive appearance.

Seeing the doctor undo the waistband, he couldn't bear to look away for a moment.

Yu Jianglan's waist was visibly swollen to a large size, bruised and bluish, just looking at it was shocking.Ling Jibei couldn't imagine what would happen if he didn't wear this waist protector today.

The old doctor touched the wound with his hands, Yu Jianglan's body jerked violently, and his breathing became heavier.

uh-

He suppressed the excruciating pain, his nails clinging tightly to his palms, his waist reflexively twisted into a deformed arc, avoiding the doctor's hand.

Ling Jibei felt uncomfortable seeing it, he should have gone to register, but he was reluctant to leave, staring at the doctor, determined to listen to his diagnosis.

"Has his back injury lasted for a long time?" The doctor withdrew his hand and turned his gaze to Ling Jibei who was aside, "Take a picture and see."

Usually when taking a X-ray, the patient is kept in the supine position for examination, but Yu Jianglan couldn't hold on, and within half a minute of lying down, the pain was so painful that he was about to faint.

Can only do it lying down.

After the film came out, the doctor held it in his hand and looked at it for a long time, frowning a little bit.

"What about the doctor?" Ling Jibei asked.

"How did you survive until now..." the doctor said, looking at Yu Jianglan who was panting on the bed, then at Ling Jibei, and said seriously, "This is not normal, it's already oppressing the nerves, it's better It's immediate surgery."

"Okay, okay!" Ling Jibei agreed.

"Let's go to the hospital first, the nerve root is edema, first infusion for dehydration and anti-inflammation, and then the operation needs to be booked, and then it will be determined according to his situation."

"Okay!" Ling Jibei agreed.

But suddenly someone grabbed his wrist, he lowered his head and met Yu Jianglan's dark eyes, he looked at him for a moment, shook his head weakly, "I don't do surgery."

Before Ling Jibei could say anything, the old doctor became anxious, "You child, do your parents know, it's all like this, and you don't have surgery yet, you know..."

The doctor's muttering was drowned out in Yu Jianglan's ears little by little, his head became dizzy, his neck softened, and his eyes darkened.

"Yu Jianglan!"

...

That night, Ling Jibei didn't return to the base, but ran up and down to hospitalize Yu Jianglan, and placed him in the VIP ward with the best environment.

He first called the club manager Fan Jie to ask Yu Jianglan for leave, and the other party immediately approved it, and also wanted Yu Jianglan to have the surgery during the suspension period.

Then he called Qian Meng, who was obviously still in a state of confusion. After answering the phone, he asked a series of questions, "Shen Maojie is Yu Jianglan's cousin? When did you and Yu Jianglan meet? Did Shen Maojie fight?" Do you want to report for expulsion?"

Ling Jibei directly answered his last question, "Don't report the fight beforehand..."

When Yu Jianglan woke up, she subconsciously wanted to raise her hand to touch the center of her eyebrows, only to find that there was an IV hanging on the back of her hand.

Ling Jibei stood at the door and called on the phone, his voice was not too loud, just enough for him to hear clearly.

Ling Jibei: Yu Jianglan is my friend, so I owe you a favor...

He hung up the phone, returned to the room, and saw that the person on the bed had already woken up, with a pair of black eyes shining brightly in the dim light.

Ling Jibei smiled brightly, sat on the head of the bed, and poured him a glass of water, "Are you awake? Have some water?"

Yu Jianglan struggled to get up, took the steaming water, and held it in his hand for a long time before raising his eyes, "Shen Maojie beat someone, how to deal with it, how to deal with it."

"Is Captain Yu so disciplined?" Ling Jibei deliberately used words to make things difficult for him, and looked at him with deep meaning.

It is alluding to his competition to release water.

Yu Jianglan didn't answer, she lowered her eyes and took a sip of warm water, her thick and slender eyelashes cast a gentle shadow under her eyelids, showing no emotion.

After a long while, he raised his head and opened his lips slightly.

"Thank you? Are you going to say thank you again?" Ling Jibei said first.

The flash of astonishment in Yu Jianglan's eyes let him know that he guessed right, he waved his hand, "Farewell, thank you, but I can't eat it as a meal."

As he spoke, he held Yu Jianglan's back very intimately and naturally, helped him lie down a little bit, and muttered in his mouth, "□□..."

"I asked for leave for you and Lao Fan. You have to stay in the hospital for a few days in this situation."

"Yeah." Yu Jianglan responded, he knew how serious the back injury was this time, and part of the reason was that he was frightened by that blow, he was really afraid that he would not be able to stand up.

"In terms of surgery, I also contacted you..."

"I don't have surgery." Yu Jianglan interrupted him lightly, with firm eyes, and repeated, "No surgery."

"No surgery? Why? It won't hurt after it's done. Don't you want to play games without distraction? Do you want to go to physical therapy every three days?" Ling Jibei was 1 puzzled, he didn't know Yu Jianglan was stubborn What, the tone became more and more excited, "Didn't you listen to what Sister Ning said last time at the base? If you continue like this for a long time, you may become incontinent and paralyzed in the future, Yu Jianglan who pissed his pants!"

"That's only in the future, and maybe." Yu Jianglan bit these two words, his tone was very slow, and his face was surprisingly calm, "I have seen a doctor, and the doctor said that my waist injury of this degree is caused by surgery. No minimally invasive surgery."

He rolled his Adam's apple with difficulty, and forced a smile, "So we can only do major surgery, which is risky, and if it is not done well, he will be paralyzed."

is direct.

Ling Jibei couldn't speak for a while, seeing Yu Jianglan's sad and wry smile, his heart seemed to be scratched by something, and he was slightly uncomfortable.

Maybe it's because the night is deep, the moonlight is soft, and the surroundings are quiet, which is especially suitable for expressing your heart.

Yu Jianglan's every word has a sense of unreality like a dream, flowing into Ling Jibei's heart like a tide.

"I've always had bad luck. It seems that luck has nothing to do with me." Yu Jianglan smiled self-deprecatingly, with a trace of morbid fragility on his pale face, "Good things with a probability will always be missed, but there are risks Bad things are bound to happen.”