Why is this male classmate sticking to me?

Lu Chanchan was awakened by the pain.

When he woke up, he was so dazed for a moment that he didn't know where he was, and the next second he was pulled back to reality by the severe pain in his stomach.

Only then did he realize that the pain was so severe that he couldn't even cry out. He could only tense up like a conditioned reflex, pressing his hands firmly into his upper abdomen, in order to suppress the pain.

Lu Chanchan's mind was in chaos, and he was sweating profusely. For a long time, he felt nothing but pain.

Just when he was about to pierce his stomach, the excruciating pain receded slightly and turned into a convulsive throbbing pain.

Only then did Lu Chanchan's consciousness gradually return, and he found himself lying extremely stiff beside Jiang Yulin. With the faint light outside the window, he could barely see the furnishings in the room and Jiang Yulin's profile.

Jiang Yulin even slept in a very upright position, lying on his back in a relaxed and comfortable manner.

Lu Chanchan breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, Jiang Yulin didn't hug him like before falling asleep, otherwise he might not be able to break free from his arms.

Holding her stomach, Lu Chanchan moved herself to the side of the bed very slowly, curled up and lay on her side, pressed her stomach with one hand, and clung to the edge of the bed with the other, continuing to bear the pain.

Although the pain at this moment is not as severe as it was at the beginning to make people confused, it is painful and painful, which brings out a strong nausea.

Lu Chanchan swallowed desperately to suppress the vomiting, but it didn't help much. He had to grit his teeth and sit up, got out of bed enduring the pain, and rushed to the bathroom hastily.

As soon as he got to the bathroom, he lay down on the sink and vomited out his undigested dinner.

Lu Chanchan ate very little at night, so after a round of vomiting, she could only vomit some sour water continuously.

Even though the pain was so painful that people were not very sober, Lu Chanchan knew that it would be impossible to vomit like this, but strong nausea and retching cannot be controlled by will alone.

The violent vomiting brought out the stomach pain that had subsided a little bit, and it was even worse than ever.

Invisibly, it seemed as if a thin and sharp knife had stabbed hard at a certain point on his stomach, Lu Chanchan trembled convulsively, and vomited out something again with his waist folded.

This made his eyes go dark for a few seconds, and the hand supporting the sink trembled wildly, but he didn't fall down, as if it was his last sliver of perseverance.

After some hazy sights appeared again, Lu Chanchan raised her hand vigorously and wiped the sweat from her eyes.

Vaguely, he saw blood streaks appear on the snow-white tiles of the washbasin, which were diluted by the water flow and turned into a light reddish color and disappeared into the sewer.

It’s over.

There was a bang in Lu Chanchan's head.

It's over.

He pressed his stomach and fell to the ground exhausted.

At this time, the door of the bathroom was pushed open. Lu Chanchan followed the sound and looked over. Jiang Yulin was standing in front of the door. In fact, he couldn't see clearly, but he subconsciously reached out to the man.

In the next second, he fell into a warm embrace. Jiang Yulin's body was very warm, sticking to his cold and sweaty skin, which made Lu Chanchan tremble slightly and shrank even more into his embrace.

Lu Chanchan smelled the familiar smell of mint on Jiang Yulin's body, and suddenly thought that he also used Jiang Yulin's body wash at night, and he should have the same smell as Jiang Yulin.

But now he is sweating and throwing up, probably can't smell it at all, Lu Chanchan is not very clear-headed, and his thoughts are messy, but he feels aggrieved inexplicably when he thinks of these.

He subconsciously grabbed the fabric of Jiang Yulin's chest, and opened his mouth to cry, "It hurts..."

Jiang Yulin seemed to have said something, but he couldn't hear a word, so he could only instinctively cry out in pain.

·

When Jiang Yulin walked out of the bathroom with Lu Chanchan in his arms, his back was wet.

He gently hugged Lu Chanchan to the bed. Lu Chanchan was wearing his short-sleeved shorts with a big neckline and trouser legs. He looked as if he had been fished out of the water, frighteningly weak.

Jiang Yulin found a long coat to wrap him up. Lu Chanchan was unconscious, but his hands were still holding his stomach tightly.

Jiang Yulin gently pushed his hand away, and Lu Chanchan trembled all over, with a painful groan from his throat.

"It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt," Jiang Yulin comforted him along his back, and slowly lifted his short sleeves, "Let me see, okay?"

When it reached the upper abdomen, a shocking bruise directly hit Jiang Yulin's eyes.

Lu Chanchan had a palm-sized bruise on the place where the haunted house was hit, and a fingernail-sized dot in the middle was the worst, with deep bloodshot eyes.

Jiang Yulin's hands were shaking, and he froze in place for several seconds before he could restrain his panicked breathing, wrapped Lu Chanchan in his coat and carried him out the door.

·

The taxi driver glanced at the passengers in the back seat and lazily said, "Sorry, I won't pick up passengers after get off work."

The boy who just sat in didn't seem to hear anything, and only hurriedly said, "Please go to the People's Hospital, and add money as you like."

Only then did the driver realize that the boy was holding another one in his arms. The light in the back seat was dim, and the man was wrapped in a long coat and curled up, so it was hard to tell whether it was a man or a woman.

But as long as there is no problem with the eyes, you can tell that the situation is urgent. The driver was completely sleepy, and quickly started the car, "Hey, what's wrong?"

"I don't know..." The boy's voice was muffled, his head was lowered and he couldn't see clearly, "He said his stomach hurts..."

"Stomach pain, it's probably acute gastroenteritis or something." The driver stepped on the gas and the car rushed out, "Young man, don't worry, there are no cars on the road at the moment, uncle will drive you faster, it will be over in ten minutes." arrive."

"Thank you." The boy still didn't look up, he only cared about comforting the person in his arms.

The driver glanced at the rearview mirror, saw that he was in such a hurry, and guessed that it was probably his girlfriend, so he comforted him, "My wife had a stomachache in the middle of the night two years ago, so I'm anxious, it's not much better than you are now, When I got to the hospital, I saw that it was…”

The person being hugged in the back seat suddenly moved and let out a low moan of extreme pain.

Half of his face was exposed from under his coat. The driver took a look and stopped speaking abruptly.

Male... male?

Jiang Yulin didn't even bother to pay attention to what the driver said and did. All he could think about was Lu Chanchan.

Lu Chanchan curled up in his arms, her face was full of tears or sweat, her whole face was bloodless, she groaned in pain unconsciously, and pressed her hands on her stomach.

"I can't press it," Jiang Yulin broke away from his hand, replaced it with his own and stuck it to his upper abdomen, coaxing softly, "Hey, bear with it, we'll be at the hospital soon, and the pain will stop soon."

Lu Chanchan's upper abdomen was cold, and Jiang Yulin could clearly feel the violent twitching of the organs under his palms through a thin layer of skin.

Every time there was a spasm, Lu Chanchan's body would tense and tremble involuntarily, and at the beginning, he would burrow into his neck and cry out in pain.

In the end, it was as if all the strength in my body had been sucked out, and I couldn't move any more in pain, but my consciousness was still there, so I could only purse my lips and cry.

Jiang Yulin's palm was pressed against his stomach, and he didn't even dare to rub it lightly, for fear that his actions would make him feel more uncomfortable.

"Stop crying, okay?" Jiang Yulin brushed aside the hair that pierced his eyes, and coaxed him over and over clumsily, "Stop crying..."

"Not uncomfortable..."

The driver glanced at the rearview mirror and saw that the boy seemed to be touching the corner of the man's mouth in his arms. Suddenly, his shoulders trembled twice as if they were collapsing, and then he raised his head.

"Master, can you go faster?" His final voice trembled when he was restrained to the extreme.

The driver slammed on the gas pedal again, "It can't go any faster, there are still 2 minutes at most, don't worry, boy..."

·

After entering the hospital, Lu Chanchan was pushed to the emergency room, and Jiang Yulin was still trembling standing outside the emergency room.

The clothes on his back were soaked, and he felt chills against his body, like he was having a nightmare, and he couldn't calm down no matter what.

The doctor was taken aback when he came out and saw Jiang Yulin. The young man in front of him didn't look much better than the one inside.

"Young man, are you okay?" the doctor asked quickly.

Jiang Yulin shook his head, and took two steps closer to the doctor, "How is he?"

"Oh, it's all right," the doctor waved his hand, "The patient's stomach is relatively fragile, and he was hit by a blunt instrument, which caused gastric bleeding. We just stopped the bleeding under the gastroscope, and we will transfer him to the ward for observation. Seriously."

After Jiang Yulin heard this, his face seemed to soften a little, "Thank you doctor, can I go see him now?"

"Of course," said the doctor. "The person should not wake up now. After a while, he should be in pain for a while after anesthesia. Bell, let's give him painkillers."

Jiang Yulin followed the doctor and listened carefully, "Okay."

After listening to the doctor's explanation, Jiang Yulin finally went to the ward.

Lu Chanchan was obediently lying on the bed for an infusion. Although her face was still pale, she looked much better than her fragile appearance in the car.

Jiang Yulin sat down on the sofa beside the bed, bent down, buried his face in his hands, and let out a long, long breath.