I who pretended to be a bully have feline sequelae

"Don't be afraid, I'm here." Song Qiulin patted her on the back, "Don't hold your breath, you are safe now, the water here is not deep at all."

She pulled up Wen Yu's clothes to cover up the leaking spring, and then carried her ashore.

Wen Yu was still wearing that wet bathrobe and had just pulled out of the water, like a shivering little animal in the water, he could only hold Song Qiulin's neck tightly in his helpless mood, "Hurry up, let's go back. "

"Don't wait for Dr. Wen?"

"Wait, wait, my life is important. My sister will protect herself when she is so old."

Song Qiulin: You didn't say that 10 minutes ago.

"Okay." Song Qiulin carried her back to the room, "You change your clothes first, I'll go back and get my phone."

I was in a hurry when I came out just now, the mobile phone was still locked in the locker cabinet.

"En." Wen Yu nodded.

Before Song Qiu left, he still remembered to turn on the heater fully and told, "Remember to dry your hair, don't catch a cold."

"understood."

"Ruan Ruan, don't fight with your sister."

"Meow!" The little chubby cat nestled beside the bed and flicked its tail lazily.

Song Qiulin took the key and walked back. When she entered the door, she happened to bump into Wen Ziyang and Song Zhou who came together after the dinner. She glanced behind them, "Where's Li Yanran?"

"I went to KTV to sing with Hammer." Wen Ziyang said, "Don't worry about her, she's used to being crazy, and I'll be back when the fireworks show is held."

Song Qiulin nodded, picked up his phone and was about to leave, but was stopped again.

"Don't you want to soak?" Wen Ziyang asked, "Why didn't you see Wen Yu?"

"She doesn't like soaking. I just soaked for a while and I'm ready to go back." Song Qiulin winked at Song Zhou, "The water temperature is very comfortable, please feel free, both of you."

"Is she uncomfortable?" Wen Ziyang made a gesture to go with her.

Song Zhou pulled her back, "The child comes out to relax and play, and you will be unhappy if you follow her like an old mother every day."

"Normal concern is too much." Having said that, Wen Ziyang also knew that Wen Yu didn't like being stared at by others.

"It's just that I don't like hot springs. The little girl has a thin skin, so she may not be used to being naked in front of people."

"Don't worry, Doctor Wen, I will help you look after it, and I will notify you immediately if there is anything to do." Song Qiulin answered.

"Then trouble you."

"No trouble."

Song Qiulin nodded to her and stepped out sideways.

After getting on the elevator, the corridors of the hotel were thin and long, and the orange light above her head was a bit depressing after a long time. She felt flustered for some reason.

Grabbing the phone tightly and walking a few steps faster, he just took out the key card when he got to the door, only to find that the door was actually open.

Song Qiulin remembered that she had locked it before she came out. Even when she opened the door, Wen Yu was lying on the carpet with her hair disheveled and her arms stretched out ferociously, cosplaying Sadako.

Wen Yu didn't get out after crawling for a long time. Finally, when someone came to the door, she quickly grabbed the person's feet, and raised a distorted and painful face from the messy hair, "Deskmate, you are back."

Fortunately, Song Qiulin didn't believe in those monsters, otherwise she would really be startled.

"What's wrong with you?" Song Qiulin knelt down to help her up.

Wen Yu leaned his head on her shoulder, "I, I don't know... I started to feel uncomfortable not long after you left."

It felt as if there was a rope between the two of them. The farther away Song Qiulin was, the tighter the rope was, the more difficult it was for her to breathe. Her heart felt as if it was pinched by someone's hand. But now Song Qiulin She immediately felt a lot more comfortable in his arms.

"Hold your phone first, and I'll call a car to take you to the hospital." Song Qiulin stuffed the phone into her hand.

As soon as he walked to the elevator, the phone in his hand vibrated, and he pressed to answer, and Wen Yu's panting voice came from the opposite side, "Don't go, don't go, something seems wrong, come back soon."

She hurriedly turned and went back to the room, before the door opened, the door opened from the inside, Wen Yu with a pale face rushed out, slammed into her arms, trembling uncontrollably.

"Uncomfortable?" Song Qiulin patted her back, "Then you wear a coat, and I'll carry you down."

"No." Wen Yu shook his head, and finally recovered a little, "It seems that I start to feel uncomfortable when you are far away."

I thought that everyone would be happy after avoiding the six-point curse, but the ultimate move is waiting here.

"Meow~"

The little fat cat bumped its head against them and squeezed out from the gap, running to Song Qiulin's feet with an envelope in its mouth.

"What's wrong?" Song Qiulin knelt down and patted its head, and took the envelope.

The envelope was opened, and inside was a blue capsule to play with a note.

'You'll use it'

Needless to say, this is another matter that Qiu Ling made up.

Song Qiulin's gaze sank, being able to write this note meant that Qiuling had come out again when she didn't know it, which meant that the new medicine didn't work on her either.

Is it really necessary to be hospitalized for comprehensive observation and treatment?

"Deskmate?"

Song Qiulin came back to his senses, looked at her, and comforted her, "It's okay, I'll call Dr. Wen first."

After all, I promised Wen Ziyang just now that Wen Yu would tell her immediately if something happened.

Fifteen minutes later, Wen Ziyang, who had changed into casual clothes, arrived in a hurry, picked up the listless Wen Yu, "Go to the hospital first."

"Oh." Looking at her expression, Wen Yu knew that he would definitely not be able to hide this time, so he could only nod his head, thinking of her, he turned to look at Song Qiulin again, "At the same table, you stay with me."

If her guess just now was correct, she and Song Qiulin couldn't be too far away, otherwise she would frighten her to death when she went into epilepsy in front of Wen Ziyang later.

Wen Ziyang carried Wen Yu into the car, and at the same time called Li Yanran, "Stop singing, come back...Which hospital?"

She turned to look at Song Zhou, who nodded, "I'll send the location directly to her WeChat."

Among the people present, she was the only one who had stayed in City C for a while and was familiar with the nearby hospitals.

"Okay, Song Zhou sent you your mobile phone, you can go directly by car."

Wen Yu saw that she was very uncomfortable, so he stretched out his hand and squeezed her palm, "Sister, nothing will happen, don't frown."

Wen Ziyang held her back, "It's my fault, I should have taken you to the medical examination long ago."

"I didn't want to go, what does it have to do with you." Wen Yu moved his body and winked at Song Qiulin behind Wen Ziyang's back.

Song Qiulin, who was driven off the shelf, could only speak out, "Doctor Wen, she just finished playing the game during the day, she may be tired, let her sleep for a while."

"Yeah." Wen Ziyang stood up and let Wen Yu's head rest on his shoulder, "Stop talking, let's take a nap for a while."

"it is good."

Hospital

Wen Yu felt like she was being moved around like a rag doll for various examinations, including acupuncture and electrocardiogram, all kinds of things she didn't like could not be avoided, and after a set of examinations, she felt that she was short of breath.

"Is it really not uncomfortable?" Wen Ziyang pushed her bangs away and touched her forehead, "Qiu Lin said on the phone that you can't breathe."

"No, I've followed you up and down several times, and I can still jump." Wen Yu said indifferently.

In fact, it is also good to have a physical examination, so that Wen Ziyang can rest assured.

"The heart rate is a bit faster, but there are no major problems in other indicators." The old doctor who was attending the consultation pushed his glasses, "No need to take medicine, just stay up late and do less strenuous exercise."

Wen Ziyang asked, "But she has never looked like this before."

The doctor put down the stethoscope and asked Wen Yu, "When your heart beats fast now, does it still hurt or have difficulty breathing?"

Wen Yu shook his head, "It used to hurt a little when I ran too fast, but it hasn't happened in a long time recently."

Except that the heart will be tight when switching bodies, but it won't be so painful.

"Well, that's really not a big problem." The doctor added a few notes to her medical record, "You just said that the possibility of rejection of the transplanted heart can only be judged after the specific test results come out in a few days."

Wen Yu subconsciously glanced at Song Qiulin, and turned back when she saw that her expression was normal.

"Okay, trouble."

After coming out, Wen Ziyang handed the report in his hand with the results that could be found to Li Yanran, "The B-ultrasound image is normal, you can look at the rest."

Li Yanran also became serious, and checked the stack of things one by one, "There is really nothing wrong with it, the doctor diagnosed nothing wrong, don't be too suspicious."

After such persuasion, Wen Ziyang's expression still did not improve.

"You must be tired. Ziyang and I are going to buy something to eat. You guys should take the car back first." Song Zhou pulled Wen Ziyang's arm, and indirectly gave Wen Yu and Song Qiulin a gift.

Wen Yu:? ? ?

She raised her head and gave Song Qiulin a wink, "You see, your sister is hooking up with my sister right in front of me."

Song Qiulin smiled lightly, "I see, so you belong to me."

Wen Yu: Huh?What logic.

……

Yan Xun obediently did her homework in the room until 09:30, but she never waited for Wen Yu's text message, so she could only call Wen Yu herself, but no one answered, so she called everyone around her again, and finally Only Li Yanran answered it alone.

"Are you watching the fireworks behind my back!"

"It's in the hospital, come back now." Li Yanran frowned, almost forgot to leave this little ancestor alone in the hotel, "We are not in the hotel, you stay in the room first, we will be back in a while."

"What are you going to the hospital for? Who's sick?" Yan Xun was a little nervous, "It can't be Sister Wen Yu."

"No problem, Wen Ziyang is just worried, you can stay at ease, and bring you food when you come back."

"Oh."

Wen Yu waited for her to hang up the phone before asking, "Yan Xun?"

"She thought we were going to watch the fireworks without telling her."

"Hahahaha, I almost forgot about it." Wen Yu smiled, "But it's still too late to go back now, you can go to see it with her, I'll just go back with me at the same table."

Li Yanran looked serious, "Are you sure you're okay?"

"It's all right, you haven't read the inspection report."

Yes, I have seen them all, but what happened a few years ago left a shadow on the few of them, and they dare not go through it again.

……

"Huh... I'm finally back." Wen Yu took off his coat, "My sister insisted on wearing so many clothes for me that I couldn't even move."

Song Qiulin took her coat, hung it up casually, and seemingly unintentionally mentioned, "Doctor Wen said your heart was transplanted?"

Wen Yu paused his teasing hands, lowered his eyes to cover up, "Ah, what's the matter."

"A few years." When she was in the car just now, she checked the Internet, and the average lifespan of a heart transplant in China is only ten years.

Ten years, this number is too short. If you subtract the number of years you have already used, it seems that you can see the end at a glance.

It's hard for her to imagine that the person who has been with her all the time will leave one day in the near future.

"I don't know. When you were a teenager, why did you ask this?" Wen Yu didn't want to delve into this topic.

Song Qiulin stared into her clear eyes, his thoughts were a little heavy, but he didn't show it, "It's okay, you rest first."

"Ah."

Song Qiulin went into the bathroom, buried his head in the sink and splashed water on his face several times. The biting cold feeling seemed to penetrate deep into her vertebrae from the skin, making her unable to move.

Raising her head, the face of the person in the mirror seemed to be too pale, with a circle of red around the eye sockets, and the emotion in those deep black eyes was unfamiliar to her.

She stretched out her hand, rubbed her stiff face, smiled gently at the mirror, and took out the towel.

Wen Yu was sitting at the table with his back to her, with his head down, holding the stack of papers he brought back from the hospital and reading them seriously.

"Straighten up, and I'll wipe the ends of your hair for you." Song Qiulin pinched a soft towel and covered her shoulders. The moment he put his palms down, he noticed that Wen Yu's body had obviously become stiff, and then lowered his head even deeper.

"..."

"Wen Yu?"

A crystal clear teardrop fell down and hit the table, silently, but caused thousands of ripples in Song Qiulin's heart.

She knelt down, turned Wen Yu's face to face her, and finally saw the tear-stained face she had hidden.

It could be seen that Wen Yu was desperately enduring, her lower lip was bitten until it lost all color.

Song Qiulin frowned, pressed his thumb on her lips distressedly, and said softly, "Release."