I'm weak, I installed [Transmigration Book]

"Old Chen, is there nothing wrong with the old man?" Seeing that Dr. Chen took off the stethoscope, Uncle Xu hurriedly asked.

"It's fine for the time being." Dr. Chen will come to check Song Shiqing's body every week, and he is almost familiar with all the indicators of his body, "However, the old man still needs to take some time to go to the hospital for a comprehensive examination. Although it lasted less than a minute, it was obviously not a good omen."

Song Shiqing leaned against the head of the bed: "Xu Qing will arrange the time."

Dr. Chen also said: "What you need most now is to rest. Please arrange it as soon as possible for the previous proposal to reduce the workload."

"I got it, I got it." Song Shiqing began to chase people away, "Since I have no problem, you can leave quickly."

Dr. Chen didn't want to talk to him, so he turned to Uncle Xu, "Has the old man been drinking tea recently?"

Song Shiqing relied on Dr. Chen's back to see him, so he gave Uncle Xu a wink openly.

Xu Shuquan pretended not to see it, and nodded without saying a word: "If you don't listen to me, I must drink."

"Old man." Dr. Chen took off his gloves and turned around with a serious face, "You are taking cardiovascular drugs, and drinking tea will increase the side effects of the drugs and affect the efficacy of the drugs, and it will also aggravate your symptoms. I can only tell the young master about your situation."

"Okay, okay, I'll try not to drink." Song Shiqing's physical condition has been hidden from Song Hanzhang, he doesn't want the junior to worry about him, so he keeps saying perfunctory.

After finishing speaking, he was dissatisfied with Dr. Chen's threats, so he let Uncle Xu see off the guests with a displeased face, and stopped him halfway: "Xu Qing, call Hanzhang in."

The white gauze by the window was winding, and the room was spotless, even the sheets were arranged without a single wrinkle.

Chun Leshui took a quick look and recognized that this was Uncle Xu's room.

He withdrew his eyes from the corner of his eyes and looked at Song Hanzhang in front of him. This person almost blocked all his sight, the back of his face was covered in shadow, only a pair of angry eyes glowed with a frightening light.

Chun Leshui had to raise his head to keep his breathing unobstructed, and there were tears in the corners of his eyes.

Song Hanzhang couldn't see him like this the most, he punched the door next to his ear, and said sharply: "Speak!"

Chun Leshui was frightened, tears immediately rolled down his cheeks and splashed small splashes on Song Hanzhang's forearm, and he held the arm that was resting on his neck with both hands.Song Hanzhang couldn't control the strength in his hands under impulse, seeing Chun Leshui's cheeks flushed due to lack of oxygen, he immediately let go.

But his face didn't ease at all because of Chun Leshui's pained expression covering his throat and gasping for breath.

Chun Leshui gulped air into his lungs, and he was also startled by Song Shiqing's sudden fainting.

And if he hadn't happened to be nearby to pick it up in time, Song Shiqing might have fallen to the ground directly. Old people at this age are the most vulnerable to falls, and it would not be impossible for the black-haired person to send the white-haired person directly.

When receiving the old man, Chun Leshui still hit his waist on the corner of the table, but as long as he is fine, a little injury is a minor problem.

Originally, Chun Leshui thought so.

In the end, Song Hanzhang was fine, he threw him against the wall without saying a word or asking the reason, his feet hurt, his waist hurt, his neck hurt, and he almost couldn't even continue acting.

When people are in pain, emotions such as anger and grievance can't help but magnify. He lowered his head and didn't look at Song Hanzhang. Anyone could hear the resentment in his words: "What do you want me to say? I said that grandpa's fainting has nothing to do with me, do you believe it?"

"What do you think?"

"No matter what I say, you think I caused grandpa to faint, so what are you asking?" Chun Leshui laughed at herself, "I have already told grandpa that you want to divorce me, and grandpa agreed. "

Song Hanzhang was taken aback, Chun Leshui raised his eyes, with emotions he couldn't understand: "Congratulations, Hanzhang, you got rid of me."

After these words were finished, the originally tense corner fell silent.

Chun Leshui stood with his head down. From Song Hanzhang's perspective, he could only see his dark curly eyelashes and pointed nose. He was not "heartbroken" as before because of this result, nor was he as Song Hanzhang thought. Express the so-called "love" to him like that to beg him not to divorce.

He just congratulated Song Hanzhang calmly, without letting Song Hanzhang hear even a little extra heartfelt voice.

Song Hanzhang looked at him strangely.

This was indeed his ultimate goal, but Chun Leshui's reaction did not make him feel the thrill of victory at all.

Chun Leshui really didn't want to see his annoying face. Seeing that he didn't speak and was in no mood to continue dealing with him, he turned his face to avoid Song Hanzhang's sight: "Can I go out and pack my things and get out?"

"you--"

knock knock --

The knock on the door interrupted what Song Hanzhang was about to say, and Uncle Xu's voice came into the ears of the two through the door: "Young master, the old man is calling you."

Song Hanzhang frowned and stared at Chun Leshui for a few seconds, then let go of the hand on the door and changed to holding the doorknob. Chun Leshui consciously moved a few steps to the side, but did not look at him from the beginning to the end.

[If you die, die, Song Hanzhang, an idiot, will serve whoever he likes. 】

Song Hanzhang paused and cast a sidelong glance at Chun Leshui.

【Fuck, my feet hurt so much, I'm sure there will be scars QAQ】

Chun Leshui lowered her head and didn't notice his gaze, but this sentence sounded full of grievance.

Song Hanzhang looked down, Chun Leshui actually had one bare foot, the instep was red and swollen, which was shocking compared with the skin color of other places.

He suddenly remembered that he seemed to be holding an ice pack to compress the back of his feet before he dragged him into the room with his collar.

Song Hanzhang opened the door irritably and went out. Before taking two steps, he heard Uncle Xu ask Chun Leshui: "Leshui, Hanzhang didn't do anything to you, did he?"

He turned his head, just happened to see Chun Leshui forced a smile and shook his head lightly.

[What else can I do, can I bite back after being bitten by a dog?I'm also afraid of being infected with rabies. 】

Chun Leshui slandered for a while, noticing Song Hanzhang's piercing gaze, and secretly rolled his eyes.

He leaned on the wall and jumped into the living room with one foot. Uncle Xu stretched out his hand to help him: "Come, let Dr. Chen show you."

Chun Leshui's instep was splashed with hot tea. Before Dr. Chen came, he only had a simple cold therapy, flushed with cold water and applied an ice pack, but the wound kept burning and hurting when he confronted Song Hanzhang in the room.

Dr. Chen immediately said, "It's a bit serious. You have a second-degree burn. How long have you been in cold therapy?"

"Half an hour?" Chun Leshui was not particularly sure.

The words behind them were blocked by the door, and Song Hanzhang entered Song Shiqing's room.

When he entered the room, Song Shiqing had just got off the bed and was about to stand up while supporting himself on crutches. He hurriedly called for his grandfather to come forward to help him.

Song Shiqing said, "Help me to the sofa."

Song Hanzhang carefully helped him over, and at the same time looked him up and down: "Are you okay? What did Doctor Chen say?"

"It's not an old problem, what could be the matter?" Song Shiqing disapproved and patted him reassuringly.

Song Hanzhang was worried: "Then why did you faint?"

Song Shiqing glanced at him: "Don't you know why I fainted?"

Song Hanzhang's face sank: "What did Chun Leshui say to you?"

"Le Shui didn't say anything," the old man asked Shen, "but you, what are you doing making such a big fuss as soon as you get home?"

"It's nothing."

The old man obviously didn't believe it, and snorted softly: "I'll tell you, brat, if Le Shui wasn't there waiting for you to come back and see your grandfather's body!"

"Grandpa!" Song Hanzhang said anxiously, "What are you talking about, you will live a long life!"

"It's better for you to be less angry than anything else. Forget it, forget it." The old man changed the subject and opened his hands to Song Hanzhang, "Bring it."

Song Hanzhang was slightly stunned: "What?"

"Aren't you going to get a divorce? There is always something to convince me, right? Show me."

Song Hanzhang looked at the hand stretched out in front of him and hesitated.

He wasn't sure if his grandfather's fainting was stimulated by the fact that he wanted to divorce Chun Leshui, but even if there was a [-]% possibility, he didn't dare to risk his grandfather's body now.

Seeing that he was silent, Song Shiqing urged, "Why, are you afraid that I won't agree?"

Song Hanzhang nodded or shook his head, and simply remained silent.

"I know that when I asked you to marry him, I know you were angry with me..."

"Grandpa, I don't."

"I don't know if you have it or not?" Song Shiqing asked him not to interrupt himself, "You don't dare to vent to me even if you are angry, so it's all on Le Shui's head, isn't it?"

Song Hanzhang pursed his lips and did not speak.

"I kept pretending that I didn't know anything, because Le Shui never mentioned these things in front of me. He never said anything bad about you, and he never cried to me about his grievances. How to manage a marriage is It's not for me to interfere with the affairs of the two of you, but look what you've done? You've been out lovers for the past two years, and when Le Shui came back from abroad a while ago, you even brought him back to Lishui Bay!"

"Do you think I don't know these things?" He snapped, apparently out of anger, "Song Hanzhang, is this how I taught you?!"

What he taboos most now is emotional agitation, Song Shiqing was a little out of breath, which startled Song Hanzhang.

"Grandpa?!" He got up and was about to call Dr. Chen, but was grabbed by Song Shiqing. The old man closed his eyes and slowed down his heartbeat, "It's okay, I'll just rest for a while."

"What is the condition of your illness now?!"

"I still say the same thing, you are better than me if you are less angry."

After Song Shiqing finished speaking, he paused for a while before saying, "Forget it, things like feelings can't be forced, even if I don't want you to leave now, you will still leave when I die."

Hearing his words, Song Hanzhang was terrified: "Grandpa..."

"You go and call Le Shui in. After all, this is a matter between the two of you, and I don't care if you can't leave."

Song Hanzhang hesitantly walked a few steps towards the door, then stopped and turned around: "Grandpa, if you don't want me to divorce, I can stay."

"Smelly boy," Song Shiqing was irritated by him, "What are you taking Le Shui for? You have already said that this is between the two of you. What you think alone is not important."

Song Hanzhang opened the door and went out.

Chun Leshui sat on the sofa and lowered his head, not knowing what he was doing. When he approached him, he saw that his right foot had been wrapped in gauze, and Chun Leshui himself was taking pictures of his feet with his mobile phone. The gaudy eyes and nose on P on the white gauze.

Then he opened the chat software and sent this photo to Chu Lin who was on the top.

And typing miserably: Brother, I accidentally burned my foot today, it hurts so much TAT

Chu Lin: Why are you always so reckless?

Chunle Shui: Weeping Cat Head.jpg

Chun Leshui: I was hurt and you still educated me, am I not your favorite little baby QAQ

Chu Lin: Panda touching head.gif

Chu Lin: Don't cry, don't cry, touch your head.

Chun Leshui: I want my brother to shout QwQ

Chun Leshui was about to pick out a coquettish and cute emoji to send to Chu Lin, when he suddenly felt a chill on the back of his neck, he turned his head slowly, before he could stop the smile on his face.

I saw Song Hanzhang's dark face like a ghost climbing up from hell: "Do you want me to give you a whirr?"