Cubs can't, at least they shouldn't

There are people coming and going outside the ward.

Gu Changxi stood at the door of the ward, and could see the people on the bed through the glass.

He subconsciously tried to twist the doorknob, but his fingers went straight through the door.

Gu Changxi looked at his palm and made a pushing motion.

There is no resistance.

The sounds and smells all around are real.

The stretcher rolled past him, and two nurses trotted across his body.

Without stopping at the door, Gu Changxi walked into the separate ward.

The light in the room was dim, and the nurse was dozing off on the sofa.

The vital signs monitor beeped continuously and monotonously.

There is a hospital card hanging on the bedside, with "Xing Ye" written on the place of the name, and the date is five years ago.

Gu Changxi wanted to touch the card, but his hand passed through without accident.

Next to the hospitalization card is a loose leaf to record the condition.

Line by line, Gu Changzhen read it.

There are three time points in the record, next to which are the signs and treatment of the patient in shock.

He looked around carefully, but he didn't look at the person on the bed.

In the end, even after carefully looking at the humidifier, Gu Changxi walked to the bedside.

Jiang Song was wearing a ventilator, and his half-length curly hair was scattered on the white and green striped pillow.

There was almost no blood on his face, even the red mole under the corner of his right eye lost its color.

He slept so deeply, breathing so weakly that it seemed he would never wake up.

Gu Changxi stood by the bed, and it took a long time before he spoke hoarsely: "Jiang Song."

The person on the bed obviously couldn't hear him, but frowned in pain, as if struggling with exhaustion and pain.

The timer in the room went off.

The nurse came over with a yawn covered, picked up the recording board, and scribbled down the readings on the instrument.

"Can't you see that he is in pain?" Gu Changxi asked the nurse with red eyes.

Even though you know no one will hear you.

Sure enough, after the nurse looked down at Jiang Song, he just shook his head helplessly.

While writing the record, he said to himself: "I have been working in special care for almost ten years, and I can judge life and death for the king of Hades. I don't know if anyone in my family is looking forward to such a young and handsome man. Can't shout, commit crimes..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Song coughed twice, and a few red blood spots splashed on the breathing mask.

The nurse was obviously used to seeing life, old age, sickness and death, so he just pressed the call bell calmly, "I'm in intensive care, breathing and bleeding."

Gu Changxi heard footsteps running towards this side outside the ward.

Jiang Song seemed to agree that he might not survive, and coughed again.

The dots of spray on the mask became denser, and some liquid even flowed down the inner wall, turning into a berry-colored red mark.

Gu Changxi stood stiffly on the side, watched the nurse rang the bell twice, and said in a quicker tone, "The blood pressure in the intensive care unit has dropped."

Soon the doctors and nurses rushed in from the door of the ward, pushing the nurses to the back.

Gu Changxi was still standing by the bed, between the busy doctors and nurses.

Jiang Song's body arched convulsively because he couldn't breathe, but because of too much plaster, he was stuck at an unnatural angle.

The doctor was directing the anticonvulsant injection, and several nurses held down Jiang Song's hands and feet.

Blood foam continued to cough out from the corner of Jiang Song's mouth, and landed on Gu Changxi's hands.

Gu Changxi looked down at the red stain on his palm in surprise, and instinctively reached out to grab it, "Jiang Song!"

Jiang Song's closed eyelids trembled slightly, but they did not open.

Since entering the door, Gu Changxi seemed to wake up for the first time.

He watched several nurses lift Jiang Song onto the operating trolley, but all rushed to him.

"If you don't work hard, Jiang Song," he clung to his ear, suppressing the choking, "If you don't live, I can't guarantee anything else, but I can guarantee that I will always suffer, and life is better than death."

His voice seemed to come from the depths of hell: "And all this is your fault, if you don't live, you will kill me."

The operating trolley was pushed out, and Jiang Song disappeared.

The corridor was empty, not even a soul.

He ran with great strides.

The waiting area, the checkout desk, the inquiry room, were all empty.

"Jiang Song! Jiang Song!" Gu Changxi woke up sweating profusely.

He touched the bed, but the other half was empty.

Without even putting on any clothes, he ran out naked and barefoot, "Jiang Song? Jiang Song!"

The living room, study and dining room were empty.

Gu Changxi never felt that Jiang Song's family was so big.

"Jiang Song!!" Gu Changzhen's eyes were covered with blood in an instant.

"Hey—" A small voice came from the second floor, "I'm on the balcony!"

Gu Changzhen ran up the stairs step by step, and found Jiang Song on the balcony.

Jiang Song had a guilty conscience on his face, "Are you awake? I..."

Before he finished speaking, Gu Changxi strangled him into his arms.

After being stunned for half a second, Jiang Song hugged Gu Changzhen and patted him on the back, "What's wrong? Sweating so much?"

Gu Changxi didn't speak, but used his arms to hold him tighter and tighter.

"Having a nightmare?" Jiang Song secretly tucked the cigarette case in his trouser pocket, "I came up to get some air, and I didn't go anywhere."

"Jiang Song." Gu Changxi sucked on his shoulder for a while, then raised his head slightly for a long time, "Are you smoking again?"

"I..." Jiang Song stammered, "I..."

Gu Changxi remained silent for a long while, his face terribly gloomy.

"What's the matter..." Jiang Song asked with little confidence.

Gu Changxi lifted him up from the ground as soon as he bent down, and said in a heavy tone, "Didn't you promise me not to smoke anymore?"

Jiang Song lost all face, but became more and more unwilling to show weakness, "Is smoking one cigarette for three months considered smoking? Can I not even smoke a cigarette as an elder?"

"How did you promise me when you were coughing?" Gu Changxi sat on the sofa holding him, "What did you say when you couldn't sleep because of your chest pain at night?"

"I haven't had any pain recently," Jiang Song puffed up his chest, "I haven't had any pain anywhere recently."

"It doesn't hurt anywhere, so just forget about it?" Gu Changxi gave him a deep gouging look, and pulled off his pajama pants neatly.

"You son of a bitch, are you crazy?!" Jiang Song was just about to reach out to grab his pants, when he got hit on his buttocks, which was hot and painful.

"I'm warning you, Gu Changxi," Jiang Song struggled to kick him, "Don't toast or eat fine wine!"

"Have you ever offered me a toast?" Gu Changxi grabbed his pair of snow-white ankles and asked him angrily, "You gave me fine wine in a dream."

"Are you blaming me for having nightmares?" Jiang Song died of injustice, "Try to touch me again!"

"Snapped--"

……

As soon as Xing Ce entered the door, he saw Gu Changxi's red eyes, and pointed at Jiang Songle who was lying on the sofa, "Oh, you are angry again, are you crying?"

Jiang Song's waist seemed to be broken, but he was still reserved and flamboyant, "I said a few words to him."

"My mother asked me to bring you the pickles she pickled herself." Xing Ce came in with a bunch of fresh-keeping boxes, "She specially pickled the sweet ones for you, and the sweet ones were separated from the ones for Gu'er. "

"Is there anything special for him?" Jiang Song kept smiling and asked nonchalantly.

"There are chili peppers for him. If he is willing to let you eat them, you can eat them." Xing Ce seemed to be joking, "I see him, he is so subdued by you, so good."

Jiang Song tugged at the blanket on his body and nodded in agreement.

"Why are you lying on your stomach all the time? Come here and I'll tell you how to put these." Xing Ce walked to the kitchen with his things in his hands, "Your salt, you don't put enough salt, you have to put it in the refrigerator."

Jiang Song cleared his throat, "Put it on the table, I'll do it later."

Xing Ce poked his head suspiciously, "Then Gu'er, let me tell you?"

When Gu Changxi entered the restaurant, Xing Ce couldn't help being curious when he saw his pitiful attitude, "What, why did you provoke him? Did he beat you?"

Gu Changxi lowered his head and tidied up the boxes with him, "He smokes behind my back."

"Ah?!" Xing Ce was about to change sides, "He smoked secretly again? No, no, I have to tell him to go!"

Gu Changxi pulled him back, "I told you, don't talk about him."

"What body, body? He can't control his height at all." Jiang Song pushed a bunch of boxes with small red flowers pasted on them to Gu Changzhen, "Here, his, less oil, less salt, no chili. Don’t leave it for a long time, eat it for two days, throw it away, the old lady loves to make these, these are useless.”

"He hasn't touched a cigarette for a long time. The company has been busy these two days, so maybe he's under a lot of pressure." Gu Changxi explained for Jiang Song.

"Where did he get the pressure, the pressure? You say you, the company has no shortage of people to do things, why do you let him suffer?" Xing Ce's fire/power shifted with Gu Changxi.

"Yes, it's all my fault." Gu Changxi stacked all the boxes together, "So don't talk about him when you go out later."

Xing Ce glanced at him, and there was a bit of sympathy in his reproach.

Seeing that Xing Ce was about to leave, Jiang Song waved at him, "Thank you, auntie."

Xing Ce tapped his forehead from the air, "Lie down, just lie down!"

As soon as Xing Ce left, Jiang Song's face immediately changed.

He buried his face in his arms and kept rubbing his waist, "Hiss—"

Gu Changxi wanted to pick him up from the sofa, but he slapped him, "Let me be gentle! Are you a driver? That's fine...how dare you hit me?" I??"

"Didn't you just say it's okay..." Gu Changxi muttered in a low voice.

"Little bastard!" Jiang Song threw a pillow at him, "Help me up!"

Gu Changxi lifted the blanket covering his lower body and cleaned up the half-wiped mess for him.

There are red palms and red ink pads printed on Jiang Song's buttocks, and the rest of the place is as white as suet jade.

As soon as Gu Changxi touched him, he gasped, clutching the cotton sheet on the sofa, "You...can't... be gentle?!"

Gu Changxi lowered his head and wiped it for a while, defending it distressedly, "I'll carry you to wash it, I'm afraid it will be scratched after I wipe it like this."

Jiang Song resigned to his fate and let him hug him up, and bit his ear hard, "Don't you say let me come? Is this called let me come?"

Gu Changxi also felt wronged, "Is it because you smoke? You said before that you would never lie to me again."

Jiang Song kicked his legs angrily, and pinched his lips with his fingers, "It's because you had nightmares first! I will live a long life, and you are not allowed to have nightmares in the future!"

The author has something to say: Thanks to the little angel who threw the rocket launcher: 1 Jiuyou;

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: Gaga Rabbit, 45389303, 1139916, 1 Yanliang;

Thanks to the little angel who cast the landmine: Qili~G45389303, Yangzhi Ganlu, a text reading machine without emotion;

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