Xiaobaihua is not pretending anymore!

The incomparably gorgeous fireworks were set off wantonly, the sky was as brilliant as day, and there were lively laughter and laughter everywhere, only Song Zui was cold all over.

Old Deng also fell to the ground suddenly one day. The person who could chase him for half a block with a feather duster seemed to be drained of all energy and lay on the hospital bed for a long time until he died.

To him, the smell of hospital disinfectant smelled like death, so he was reluctant to go to the hospital, and he would rather bear it for himself if he had a cold or a fever.

But the young man looked at the people on the ground, shook hands soaked in cold sweat, and ran to the nearest public hospital on his back.

He ran with all his strength, and his forehead was covered with dense sweat. After he was admitted to the hospital, the nurse registered the information: "How long has the patient been unconscious in the amusement park?"

"5 minutes."

"Seven minutes?"

The nurse's tone revealed surprise. It took less than 15 minutes to go from the amusement park on Haiping Road to the hospital, and it might take more than 5 minutes to take a taxi.

In fact, a comatose patient should not be carried to the hospital, as it could easily oppress the chest cavity and aggravate hypoxia, but she couldn't bear to criticize the boy whose voice was trembling with nervousness.

After registering, Song Zui sat on the chair in front of the emergency room. The air was filled with the pungent smell of disinfectant. He stared at the closed door, not realizing how nervous he was.

Until the nurse came over and advised: "Don't worry too much."

He lowered his head and realized that his hands were turning white. He said thank you and tried to calm down, but he couldn't help but think of the past images in his mind.

Lao Deng went into the hospital in a coma and never came out again. He saw with his own eyes how a cheerful and talkative middle-aged man was in limbo. Before he died, he sighed to him and said that he didn't want to stay in the hospital anymore, but life played a black joke on Lao Deng. .

Even though he jumped down from the hospital roof, his father couldn't get out of the hospital, just half a meter away.

He was waiting for the test results outside the emergency room. A doctor in a white coat came out of the ward with a thin report in his hand.

Song Zui's back froze immediately, the surrounding air seemed to be still, only his heartbeat could be heard.

Want to know the result and be afraid of knowing.

Instead, the doctor spoke first: "There is nothing wrong with his physical condition. His heartbeat and pulse are normal. It may be due to hypotension and insufficient blood supply to the brain. He can go home after he wakes up."

Song Zui let go of his clenched hands suddenly, he couldn't tell whether he was grateful or scared, and fell on the chair with a sigh of relief. He called Assistant Fang.

Assistant Fang was very surprised when he heard the news that He Shanting was hospitalized, and immediately asked him the name of the hospital. Along with Assistant Fang was Dr. Liang, the family doctor of the He family.

Dr. Liang is a middle-aged man in his early 50s and [-]s, with mild white temples and gentle eyes. The first thing he did when he arrived at the hospital was to go through the discharge procedures.

Assistant Fang pressed down on the young man who was about to question him: "The rules of the He family are that you only treat them in your own hospital. The doctors are all world-renowned experts, and they will definitely not be worse than this hospital."

Song Zui didn't know what the He family's rules were, and it would take a lot of trouble to transfer to another hospital if he was suspected of having low blood pressure. It's not unusual to give up treatment in a public hospital.

The assistant at the top of the car comforted him: "Mr. He will have no problem. If we really let him stay in the public school, he will definitely not be able to stay for two days. He will still have to be transferred to another hospital."

Song Zui suppressed his doubts after listening to the words. He Shanting was indeed an extremely hypocritical person in various aspects, such as demanding that there be no movement in the house, such as being unable to bear the unnoticeable cat hair on the sofa.

Fortunately, Song Tiantian is a German cat that sheds less hair. If it is a puppet that sheds a lot of hair, maybe you will die or I will live. Only one can be kept. On the hospital bed, it may be picky and noisy in the next ward.

The car drove to the hospital on Fenghuang Road. Although the hospital was large in size, it was not open to the public. It seemed that the hospital was opened for He Shanting, and the financial strength of the He family was evident.

Song Zui stayed in the ward after the nurse finished taking the drip. He looked at the people on the bed without blinking. He Shanting in the past always had endless energy.

Now the man's slender eyelashes cast shadows on the skin under his eyes, and sharp needles are stuck on his pale wrists, and drips are dripping from the bottle.

It is fragile like never before.

Only at this time did he realize that the other party would also be in pain. He lowered his dark phoenix eyes and suddenly caught a glimpse of the earplug in He Shanting's left ear.

Only the left ear is there and the right ear is not.

Ordinary people seldom wear earplugs during the day, and the uneasiness he suppressed surged up again. His eyes fell on the clothes the man changed, and he walked over by a ghost.

Apart from the mobile phone, there was a pile of Swiss candies in the pockets of his clothes, with all kinds of flavors, as if to meet unexpected needs, only to find out that the other party likes to eat candy, and he let go of his heart.

Just as Song Zui was about to put away his coat, he suddenly saw a small bottle of medicine, which he obviously carried with him, he pursed his lips to check the name on the medicine.

Alminazine.

Traditional antipsychotic drugs.

His doubts, large and small, seem to have been explained. On the first day he entered He's house, he heard that He Shanting was extremely sensitive to sound, and the servants' actions in the house were silent, so that he would be censored if he made any movement in the room. warn.

Song Zui's heart was filled with turbulent emotions. No wonder he saw the other party taking medicine but lied to him that it was sugar. This was probably the biggest secret of the He family, so he would not seek medical treatment in an outside hospital, maybe it was not as simple as low blood pressure.

He thought that his movements would be uncontrollable, but in fact his expression was extremely calm. In order to avoid people noticing, he put the medicine in his pocket, calmly folded his clothes, calmly returned to the chair and sat down.

He didn't know if he was cold-blooded. When Lao Deng jumped off the roof, what he thought about was what to do with the funeral expenses.

How ugly the blood stains all over the place.

Song Zui looked at the man who hadn't woken up on the hospital bed and thought, why is it A Ting who is sick and not him?

If it was him, it would not be a big deal to be sick. Anyway, he also felt that he was not normal. He had been bereaved for a long time, but it was A Ting who was sick with warmth in his arms.

He subconsciously rejects intimacy. Before he met Song Tiantian, he didn't even want to raise a cat. He didn't feel how cold he was, but the other party warmed him up and told him that he was not an annoying child.

Ating, who is like the sun, should live a warm life.

He wanted to break up with another reason besides the other party's deceit. He was not sure how long the other party would like him. The coldest thing in winter is not that there is no heat source, but that it disappears when there is heat source.

But Song Zui sat beside the hospital bed and suddenly felt that compared with the other party's safety, nothing was important.

He cautiously stretched out his hand to touch the man's pale face, trying to warm the man's icy skin with the cool temperature of his hand.

"Just make up when you wake up."

Seeing that He Shanting didn't respond, he sniffed and said: "To be honest, you have a lot of annoying things. You are picky, hypocritical and deceitful, but if you live with you for the rest of your life, it's not impossible."

The next second the man opened his eyes.

Because He Shanting opened his eyes too quickly, the boy sitting by the bed was stunned, unprepared for him to wake up suddenly.

The man's blue-gray eyes looked at him fixedly, except for his pale complexion, he still had a loose look, as if he just woke up accidentally.

Song Zui didn't call the doctor right away, he recovered his senses and carefully closed the door of the ward and asked in a low voice, "What's the matter with your illness?"

"It's nothing."

He Shanting's voice was lazy.

"I saw the medicine bottle in your pocket." Song Zui organized his words as much as possible, "Is it because of your voice?"

The air was silent for a while.

He looked straight at Shanghe Shanting, he didn't have the curiosity to explore his privacy, but he didn't want what happened today to happen again, so he held the needle-pricked hand of the other side.

"It's not a big deal." He Shanting's voice was understated, "I can hear very subtle voices, and sometimes I don't know if what I hear is true. It's too harsh to give me a headache."

Song Zui couldn't comprehend what it was like, the surrounding voices were amplified in his head, but it must be an extremely unbearable voice that can make people faint from pain.

It must be hard to live in such a world, every second is like torture on the edge of a knife, because we need absolute quiet, we can only live in an empty and lonely house.

But if it's just like this, that's okay, he can buy a big house, probably because Zong Ba read too much, before He Shanting woke up, he was already trying to make up for a brain tumor or leukemia, luckily neither.

"Since when?"

He Shanting turned his head and thought for a while.

"When I was very young."

Song Zui didn't know if it was a genetic disease of the He family, but He Shanting never mentioned his parents, only said that he would visit his grandmother in Germany for Christmas, and the Xu family's attitude towards He Shanting was also more respectful than close.

With too many things on his body, it is easy for people to overlook that He Shanting is also a real person. In addition, this person dislikes Song Tiantian's cat fur and is dissatisfied with the cheap sofa, and never mentions his illness.

So much so that he never took the initiative to care about He Shanting, the other party's request was just to change to a quiet house, he thought it was the other party's fuss again.

Song Zui lowered his head and his eyes were red, as if he knew his self-blame, the man reached out and touched his head.

"I can control the disease."

Song Zui felt the gentle touch on the top of his head, and the uneasiness in the hospital quietly disappeared, but then he thought of one thing.

"Then why did you agree to go to the Chamber of Secrets?"

The closed environment of the secret room was extremely quiet, and the slightest movement would be particularly harsh. He went with him even though he knew he was not in good health, and didn't take his body seriously at all.

He Shanting looked at him and paused for a while and said.

"It's hard to be with you."

Song Zui's heart thumped heavily under his chest, and the earplugs were only for the left ear and not the right ear, because he was used to standing on the right side of the other party, and he didn't want to hear the noise of the amusement park but wanted to hear him talk.

Reason told him that he should criticize this behavior, and only a sick person would do this, but when he thought that the other party was indeed mentally ill, he couldn't say anything, and was filled with unspeakable emotions.

The man on the hospital bed lowered his eyes: "If you want to leave, you can leave. I won't morally kidnap you to stay by my side. I'm a patient anyway."

It is completely a weak and kind-hearted rhetoric of the protagonist of the novel.

If someone else said that, Song Zui might be moved, but he has already seen through He Shanting's disguise, and he said it nicely, but he still has to block the door early in the morning, which has nothing to do with being weak and kind.

He stood up without thinking: "Okay, I'm leaving."

Sure enough, the other party grabbed his wrist, and he couldn't sit down.

Damn it's on this guy.

He doesn't know what the future will hold, but at this moment he wants to spend the rest of his life with the person in front of him, hopefully a very long and good rest of his life.

Song Zui went downstairs and ran into Dr. Liang. He called to the doctor who had finished the psychological evaluation in a low voice: "How is his condition?"

"pretty good."

Dr. Liang was obviously unwilling to disclose the situation.

I don't know why Song Zui felt that the doctor's voice was familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere before, seeing that Dr. Liang didn't want to talk about his politeness, he didn't ask much.

Probably aware of his perfunctory, Dr. Liang frowned and thought about it and added: "It should be caused by being in a closed environment. The psychological aspect will indeed affect the physiology, but it won't take so long to wake up."

Song Zui looked at He Shanting with suspicion.