keep running, i won't break your legs

After squatting for too long, it was as if his hamstring was broken. If he tried to reach out to touch the operating trolley, he would be beaten back mercilessly by the nurse.

When he arrived at the place, he saw a few nurses skillfully getting Chen Ming onto the hospital bed. He wanted to tell them to be careful not to hurt him several times.

"Don't worry, he'll be fine," one of the nurses turned around to comfort him. "The doctor just now is very good. He never had any accidents on his hands."

Even if she said so, Qin Siyuan was still worried, what if Chen Ming was the accident?

The more he thought about it, the more anxious he became, wishing he could bear everything by himself.

As soon as they finished their work, Qin Siyuan rushed to the bed and stared at Chen Ming without blinking, as if he would wake up in a second.

Before leaving, the little nurse couldn't bear to see his emaciated appearance, so she persuaded him again: "You should also take a rest, don't tire yourself out."

Qin Siyuan just shook his head, but at least he could still hear others talking.

The nurse sighed softly, closed the door gently and went out. I always feel that there are not enough tear ducts in this line of work.

He didn't speak, just sat beside Chen Ming's bed, checking his heartbeat and blood pressure from time to time, it was best if there was no change.

He didn't expect the person who just came out of the operating room to wake up immediately, but he hoped that he would be the first person Chen Ming saw when he opened his eyes.

So he didn't even wash his face, afraid that if he walked away for a while, this person would wake up, and he would definitely be scared if he couldn't see others.

After a while, his cell phone vibrated twice suddenly, and he was distracted to pick it up, but he couldn't make a sound because of a sore throat.

"Hello? Xiaoyuan?"

He swallowed two mouthfuls of saliva to moisten his throat, and agreed, "Yeah."

Hearing his voice, Qin's mother breathed a sigh of relief, and then asked worriedly: "Where did you go? Why can't I contact Xiao Ming?"

He glanced at the paper-pale person on the bed and said, "Hospital."

Qin's mother exclaimed: "Ah?! What happened to Xiao Ming?"

"..."

This matter is very complicated to say, but now Qin Siyuan is not in the mood or voice to explain to her.

Mother Qin thought she had been hung up, glanced at the phone screen, and asked suspiciously, "Why aren't you talking?"

"Bye."

After finishing speaking, Qin Siyuan hung up the phone without giving Qin's mother time to react, turned off the phone, and continued to focus on Chen Ming and the slight rise and fall of his chest.

Mother Qin hung up the phone inexplicably, with question marks all over her head: "Who hung up?"

Qin's father helped her to suppress the stupid hair, and said dotingly: "Your son."

It's just right to hang up, so that the daughter-in-law will not talk about the two when she has nothing to do.

Even though he thought so, when he later found out the whole story and rushed into the police station with a kitchen knife, he realized that he was a father. Later, when Qin Siyuan went to release him on bail, he seemed very disgusted, but he couldn't help being funny. It made him feel worth the trip.

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125. Waiting for him to wake up

Qin Siyuan's hope from the first day turned into despair after these three long days. The doctor told him that if this continues, he will definitely become a vegetable.

"Why!?" Qin Siyuan's eyes were red, he grabbed the doctor's collar, and asked, "You clearly said it was a heart attack! Why did you become a vegetable?!"

become a vegetable. . . . . .Chen Ming would never want to live like this.

But how could this be?He promised himself that he would come back well.

The doctor coughed lightly, comforted him and said, "Mr. Qin, please calm down, we will do our best..."

"Get out! Get out!"

Qin Siyuan didn't want to hear the nonsense that they had tried their best, so he let go of the doctor's collar, turned his back and angrily chased them away.

A deep sense of powerlessness enveloped him. If only he had learned more about clinical practice from the teacher. He has no great ambition to help the common people. He only wants Chen Ming to live a life free from illness and disaster.

The more flustered he was, the less he could think in his mind. At this point, he could even just sit beside Chen Ming, staring at him ecstatically, thinking about everything but nothing.

In the past few days, Qin's father and Qin's mother inquired about the news, and finally found them.

In the dark ward, there seemed to be two sculptures. Qin Siyuan did not eat or drink for three whole days, and lost weight several times. Take care of it.

This caused Qin's mother to think that when she saw him, it was a homeless man on the street who was working part-time as a nurse.

Qin Siyuan didn't pay any attention to anyone, and they didn't get any response to their concerned words, so he could only close the door with a sigh, and turned back to talk to the doctor.

After returning, they contacted their friends in China, including Fan Long.

Shao Xueyang, who hadn't shown up in the past half a year, heard that Chen Ming was seriously ill, and immediately ignored everything, and went to Gu Zihang with a faceless face, asking him to take him with him.

So on the morning of the fourth day, a crowd of people poured into Chen Ming's ward.

Shao Xueyang was terrified by Qin Siyuan's haggard appearance, rushed to his side and looked at him worriedly, then turned to look at Chen Ming.

The little brother Chen who stood upright in his memory was lying on the bed with a pale face, more like dead than asleep.

etc.

I wanted to jump in a hurry, but because of the silent Qin Siyuan, I didn't dare to make any big moves, so I asked cautiously: "Yuan, when will Brother Chen wake up?"

Qin Siyuan lowered his brows and narrowed his eyes, and said in a hoarse voice, "Get lost."

Shao Xueyang's breathing was stagnant, thinking that he was still angry with him because of his brother's matter, lips touched lips, words of consolation stuck in his throat, he swallowed them, and retreated behind Gu Zihang with self-blame.

Gu Zihang had only seen this kind of emotion in Qin Siyuan once, and it was the time when Chen Ming resolutely left nine years ago.

Because he understood, Gu Zihang didn't say anything to Qin Siyuan, but instead lingered in Chen Ming's ear, staring at Qin Siyuan's flayed eyes, and said, "If you can't wake up, Xiaoyuan will return it to me."

After finishing speaking, he ignored Qin Siyuan's gaze and walked out the door calmly. His feet softened as soon as he went out, and he complained in a low voice, "This little brat is really 'sex-obsessed'." He wanted to scare him to death.

Shen Yu also came along, seeing the two "hateful ghosts" with red faces in the past, one more like a ghost than the other, he felt a little uncomfortable, but he hasn't got any title yet, so naturally he has no reason to speak, he can only speak to Gu Zihang dance to tune.

Seeing that the juniors had gone out, Fan Cage sighed softly, walked up to Qin Siyuan and stood beside Qin Siyuan, his eyes turned red as he watched.

He really regarded Qin Siyuan as his own grandson, so naturally he couldn't bear to see him dying like this. As for Chen Ming, it was Qin Siyuan who wished to become one, and he also wanted to see the two of them spend the rest of their lives well.

After a few minutes, Qin Siyuan turned his head stiffly, even though his throat was dry and sore, he still begged him: "Teacher, please help him."

Fan Long's nose was sour, and he almost burst into tears. He turned his head, rubbed his eyes, smiled, and said, "Talk to him more, tell him not to sleep, he will wake up soon."

Qin Siyuan's eyeballs moved, as if he was seriously thinking about his words.

After a while, he said "Oh", and turned his gaze back to Chen Ming, just like Gu Zihang did just now, he kept saying in Chen Ming's ear: "Bastard Chen Ming, wake up."

"You've been sleeping for so long, are you hungry?"

"Chen Ming, wake up."

. . . . . .

"Chen Ming."

It was the first time in his life that he talked so much in one day, and he didn't know what he was talking about. Sometimes he got stuck, afraid that Chen Ming would think that he was gone, so he called his name over and over again to prove that he was always by his side.

In his life, he could not escape these two words.

Fan Cage opened the door and left as early as he finished the second sentence. He is old and can't see these things.

Outside the door, several young people surrounded him and asked worriedly, "Old Fan, when will Chen Ming wake up?"

He shook his head and sighed, "I don't know either."

The information obtained from the doctor clearly showed that Chen Ming's various physiological functions declined rapidly the day before, which is not uncommon in the medical field, and the result is usually "gone forever".

In this regard, they are helpless and can only hope for the patients themselves.

At the same time, Chen Ming was tormenting between ice and fire, his eyes were pitch black, something was tearing him mercilessly, rising up and falling down until one side won, and he was dragged down all the time. I don't know if there is a bottom.

He thought vaguely—is this hell?

But he obviously hadn't done anything utterly unconscionable, so why didn't he discuss it with him and throw him into hell?

The only crime he has ever done in his life is plotting against the underage Qin Siyuan. Thinking about it, he is really a jerk.

"Bastard Chen Ming."

——Right, you think so too?

He heard someone call him that, and wanted to respond, but found his mouth was stuck, so he could only respond silently in his heart.

"Don't sleep."

--sleep?

"wake up."

— Are you calling me?

The tense Qin Siyuan didn't notice that Chen Ming's pale brows moved slightly.

It was noon in a flash, and Chen Ming finally got over the pain of hot and cold in the dream, and woke up slowly in the gloomy rainy day.

The feeling of waking up is not good, the whole body hurts like falling apart, especially the head, it is different after being filled with water, it is as heavy as a thousand gold.

He frowned uncomfortably, opened his eyelids with some difficulty, saw the snow-white ceiling, and thought he had died in another place, he didn't think he could still be alive in that situation.

Before that, he didn't think he was dreaming.

The current physical condition can only support him to lift his eyelids. If he turns his head, he feels that his head will break.

Qin Siyuan is still chattering