refining fire

At noon the next day—

Zhou Shen was lying in a ward like a luxury hotel. He woke up from the pain just after the anesthesia passed.

Seeing that he was awake, Jin Ye slowly raised the back of the hospital bed.

"Fortunately, your injury is not serious. Fortunately, the bullet did not cause a serious fracture, but got stuck in the shoulder muscle. You should rest for a while." Jin Ye handed him a glass of water and said.

Zhou Shen gulped and gulped several sips.

"I said, are you stupid?! Do you know that if this position is a little bit off, you will die?! Can you stop doing such stupid things in the future?" Jin Ye yelled at him a little angry and distressed.

"..."

At this moment, Zhou Shen felt that half of his body was in pain and he couldn't move, and his head was buzzing because of the stamina of the anesthetic.

"Are you hungry? What would you like to eat?" Jin Ye's attitude was uncertain, and he suddenly asked with concern.

"I want to eat canned food..." Zhou Shen blinked and looked at Jin Ye pitifully.

"Wait!"

After all, Jin Ye walked to a cabinet, rummaged through a pile of nutritional supplements and fruits for a long time, and finally he found a can of yellow peaches, unscrewed it casually, sat back on the bed and fed it to Zhou Shen with a fork.I thought to myself, fortunately, the group of people from the police station brought this as a souvenir when they came to visit the sick in the morning.

Zhou Shen ate a mouthful of yellow peaches, and asked shamelessly, "...do you have canned oranges?"

"Tsk, why are there so many things!" Jin Ye put down the things in his hand with a look of disgust, and went back to the cabinet to search back and forth, but when he came back, he was holding a few oranges in his hand and said, "There are no canned oranges, You can just eat a few fresh oranges!"

While talking, he worked hard at the side to pick up oranges for Zhou Shen.

"Have you been here all this time?" Zhou Shen looked at him and asked.

"I don't have to go to work. Besides me, who else is more suitable to stay here?" Jin Ye stuffed most of the orange into Zhou Shen's mouth, and ate the rest by himself.

With his mouth full, Zhou Shen wriggled and said, "You didn't tell my parents, did you?"

"They, you came here when you entered the operating room early this morning! After the operation, seeing that everything is going well for you, I will let the second elder go back and rest first!"

Jin Ye continued to pick an orange from his hand, looked at the clock on the wall and said, "It's already noon, your mother should be here soon!"

Zhou Shen's expression froze a little, and he said with a frowning face, "Oh! How can I tell them, I guess my mother's anxiety disorder should have happened again!"

"Nonsense! For such a big matter, of course the family must be notified! If something happens to you, no one can bear the responsibility!"

As he said that, he stuffed another orange into Zhou Shen's mouth, resumed his previous irritable attitude, and continued to scold him: "I said you don't usually read the almanac when you go out? Don't you know how dangerous you were yesterday?"

"Hey, when will it not be dangerous to work in our line of work? The job of licking blood on the knife edge, I really want to cherish my life so much. I read the almanac every day and tell fortunes every day, so I might as well resign and go home!" Zhou Shen replied helplessly, wanting to appease Jin Ye with fried hair.

"I think it will work! Don't do it!" Jin Ye replied immediately.

"Quit and go drink the northwest wind?" Zhou Shen rolled his eyes at him.

"I'll support you!" Jin Ye said angrily.

"Fuck off! Don't disgust me! It's not your turn to take care of me!" Zhou Shen turned his face away and gave up appeasing this unreasonable weirdo.

Just as he was making a fuss, his mother pushed the door in with a lunch box.