Pain at minus 7 degrees Celsius

Qiao Jiawen lingered at the door of the ward and dared not go in. Watching the director of the hematology department lead a group of nurses to leave in a mighty manner, he wanted to step forward to ask questions, but his feet seemed to weigh a thousand catties, and he couldn't move for a long time.

What does such a ward mean? Although he is not a professional doctor, how could he not know?

In this area, people who either brushed shoulders with death or walked side by side with him, how long Cheng Han has been like this, whether he has been successfully matched, whether he has undergone surgery, he is actually a little afraid to know the answer.

As Cheng Yue's only younger brother, how much should he suffer?

When Cheng Yue pushed open the door of the ward and came out, he leaned against the wall next to the door in a daze, leaning his head against the white wall and looking at the voice-activated light on the top that flickered on and off. intense unease.

"Boss?"

"Jiawen? Why are you here?"

Cheng Yue wanted to squat down against the wall, but the pain in his stomach rolled back and forth, as if there were groups of active volcanoes that were about to erupt inside, hitting his entire abdomen with back and forth pain, that strong smell of blood He kept tossing and turning, but he didn't have the extra strength to go to the bathroom.

Looking at Qiao Jiawen's worried and concerned face, his already distracted gaze slowly regained focus.

"Boss, your face is very pale, are you feeling unwell?"

"Help me up."

Qiao Jiawen stretched out his arm to meet Cheng Yue's hand, the chill soaked in cold sweat was particularly frightening in the warm breath of summer.

"I'm going to the nurse for the wheelchair."

"Help me back to the office."

Cheng Yue's obvious panting sound was especially noticeable in Qiao Jiawen's ears. He was out of breath intermittently after speaking these few words, and seemed to be holding back something that made him feel tense, but he still obeyed his instructions, Qiao Jiawen Almost half-embracing him, Cheng Yue had already attached all his strength to him, and walked towards the office in small steps. The white coat on the outside was damp with moisture, The inpatient department went to the administrative building for a long distance, and Cheng Yue actually walked in an extremely fast manner, but he couldn't stop the pain that was stronger than the next.

Qiao Jiawen watched helplessly as he stopped twice in the middle of the journey, took out a medicine bottle with a torn label from the pocket of his white coat, and chewed an excessive amount of pills. The chest became more and more disturbed each time.

After a long, long time, every time Qiao Jiawen recalled every scene of that day, he felt frightened and frightened. He should have thought of it, he should have refused, he should have called Feng Zhichu or the operating room forcefully, and he should not let his temper go. Take him back to the office.

He couldn't even figure out what kind of support would allow him to hold on to his basically powerless body and move back to the office in small steps with his support before he began to vomit blood profusely.

Later, he finally understood that it was just his deep love for Cheng Han.

Qiao Jiawen helped Cheng Yue to the bed in the lounge, wanting him to lie down for an examination, but the man waved his hands at him laboriously and sat on the edge of the bed and bent down deeply, even rubbing his hands Without any strength, he hangs weakly on the side of the bed.

"You go to prescribe medicine, there may be some bleeding/bleeding."

Cheng Yue's words finally verified his conjecture, and he ran to the pharmacy like a gust of wind without stopping any longer.

Cheng Yue only felt that the wind blown by Qiao Jiawen's white coat passed across his face and caused pain all over his body. The pain in his heart had been gradually transformed into colic under the stimulation of painkillers, but the effect of the medicine was not enough for the rolling stomach The pain in his mouth was a drop in the bucket, and the smell of blood continued to surge up the esophagus. After all, the strong rust smell in his mouth could not be held back. The blood was spattered and stained the beige cashmere carpet red.

Is this how you are freed?

Is it so that all people will be happy?

"Mom, it really hurts."

Cheng Yue felt that in his life, he had never been so close to the god of death like now. It seemed that he could touch his hideous face with his tentacles, and he could see him floating above his head when he looked up.

The past was shown in front of his eyes like the black and white movies in the old days.

With Gu Jingyan's alluring face, she stretched out her white and slender hands quietly and kindly to call him gently;

Cheng Yifan's disappointment of hating iron and steel is getting farther and farther away, even those hopeless eyes and scolding voices drifting away;

The shame that Cheng Han carried collapsed little by little until it disappeared, and his beloved brother was finally able to stand upright and face the world;

Lu Ziqian and Liang Mujin, they were supposed to be a happy couple, but it was because of his erroneous intervention that made that happiness so bumpy;

What's more, Xiao Hao, with his romantic and charming face with a naughty smile, Lai Lai's expression can't hide all kinds of amorous feelings, from far to near, Cheng Yue seems to have seen the deep reluctance and love on his face Sad, wanting to reach out and touch his familiar face again, but the tentacles are a piece of cold air.

It turns out that everything is nothing but nothingness.

Qiao Jiawen rushed into Cheng Yue's office with a big bag of medicine bottles again, but he was nowhere to be seen on the bed in the lounge. While he was wondering, he saw a looming figure on the other side of the bed, and walked around with a stride.

The overturned medicine bottle rolled down on the ground, and the white pills sank into the beige cashmere carpet with large bloodstains, and it was a little unclear, but Cheng Yue knelt on one knee like that, his body trembling uncontrollably, but he didn't make a sound. Moaning/groaning a little bit, one hand was dripping with blood and pressed hard on the stomach, the other hand desperately covered his lips, the blood gushing out flowed back to the arm along the pale and thin fingers, Seeing the figure suddenly appearing in the sun, the corner of his mouth slightly raised, turned out to be a relieved smile. . . .

The heavy rain washed the windshield wantonly, and the wipers quickly blocked the rain from left to right, but it couldn't do anything about the increasingly dense frequency.

Xiao Hao held the steering wheel with one hand, turned on the bluetooth and continued to talk with the construction party.

He had just finished inspecting the construction on the construction site, and before he could take off his hard hat, he went into the temporary shed to negotiate with the engineering party. The phone vibrated in his pocket, and he picked it up apologetically. call.

The flustered and hasty voice of the little nurse on the phone lingered in my ears like the most urgent call from hell.

"Mr. Xiao, the dean can't stop vomiting blood and has been sent to the operating room. Dr. Qiao asked me to inform you."

Before he even had time to say sorry to others, Xiao Hao grabbed a key and drove like crazy to the hospital.The journey from the suburbs to the city needs to pass through winding mountain roads, and the potholes on the road are covered by stagnant water. Xiao Hao's car drove extremely fast. He didn't even slow down when entering the curve. He twisted the steering wheel vigorously. Almost floated out.

Before he left in the morning, he was still leaning against the hospital bed and reading a book quietly, so leisurely and natural, detached, even though he was cold and indifferent to him, he still looked good.

It's just a morning, he just went out for a morning.

Standing at the door of the hospital, Xiao Hao's legs were trembling and he couldn't walk. He stumbled and almost crawled to find the operating room that the nurse said, but in front of the empty operating room, on the light blue bench , Qiao Jiawen sat motionless with his head bent and his head in his hands. The large swaths of blood on the dark green surgical gown almost stained the clothes, and the bloody leather gloves were thrown aside and even dripped with blood.

"Family?"

When Xiao Hao asked, his voice trembled and his tone changed. The two words squeezed out through the gap between his teeth were almost incoherent. Qiao Jiawen, who had been sitting there for a long time without any response, slowly raised his head. There was no focus in the depths of his eyes, he was dazed for a long time, and then he stood up suddenly as if he had come to his senses, swung his fist with all his strength, and smashed at Xiao Hao who was stumbling towards this side.

Xiao Hao never expected that Qiao Jiawen, who has always been calm and joking all the time, would swing his fists and punches with hysterical rage as if possessed, subconsciously dodged for a while, and then stretched out his hands to support his back The back of the chair let the fists fall down.

Qiao Jiawen vented hysterically, his eyes were red, and he screamed at Xiao Hao, throwing the critical illness notice in his hand on Xiao Hao's face.

"Xiao Hao, you are an out-and-out bastard, I misunderstood you!"

"Jiawen... Ayue, tell me what's wrong with Ayue? Aren't you in the operating room? Aren't you operating on him?"

Regardless of the pain that hit his body, Xiao Hao seemed to have just realized that Qiao Jiawen shouldn't be here at this time. He just heard the little nurse say that Qiao Jiawen is in the operating room and he is operating on Cheng Yue.

"Tell me, where is A Yue?"

Qiao Jiawen's eyes were scarlet, and he didn't look at Xiao Hao. He raised his hand, the blood on it had dried up but still had a strong smell of blood, but he seemed to ignore it, and slid along the snow-white wall with his head in his hands. to the ground.

Qiao Jiawen couldn't figure it out, it was only three months, and he only went out to study for only three months, why when he came back, everything was changed.

Just now, he was still standing on the operating table, holding a scalpel in his hand, and saw that Cheng Yue's mouth and the inside of the opened abdominal cavity were almost riddled with holes, such serious adhesions, and such blood filled the air. , he couldn't even find a place to start. The blood gushed out like he had found a breakthrough just now, and his heart stopped several times. Lower and lower each time until finally undetectable.

He just stared dumbfounded at the man lying on the operating table, except for the weak and almost undetectable heartbeat, he was emaciated, breathless, and his tiny will to survive made him helpless.

He only remembered that his right hand trembled and signed the critical illness notice twice, and his legs standing on the operating table were so weak that he was about to kneel down in a second. An unprecedented sense of fear, this person, he can't save him no matter what.

The violent beeping of the heart monitor brought him back to his lost sanity, and he arranged for the roving nurse to call Feng Zhichu's cell phone, but he had nowhere to stay.

Feng Zhichu rushed over in less than 3 minutes. When he walked into the operating room, he still had disordered breathing. Qiao Jiawen forgot in a daze that the helplessness in the depths of his eyes was obviously abnormal. He exchanged positions back to back. Unable to stay any longer, he walked out of the operating room step by step with blood all over his body.

Xiao Hao couldn't react, the panic and uneasiness in his heart gradually expanded, the door of the operating room was closed tightly and there was no movement at all, Qiao Jiawen, the only one who knew, squatted on the ground without saying a word, Xiao Hao completely lost his mind.

Thinking back to everything that happened since Li Ze came back, thinking back to the Naxi son that the two misunderstood each other, thinking back to Cheng Yue's determination when he moved out, thinking back to the longing and entanglement of the past three months, thinking back to the morning At that time, if there was a faint smile on the man's mouth, Xiao Hao finally cried out with regret, and fell limp by the door of the operating room. . .

Within a few minutes, the door of the operating room was opened, Xiao Hao lost his support and fell backwards with his back leaning on him. The little nurse's scream finally called back Qiao Jiawen who was crouching in the corner and holding his head.

"Director Qiao, Dr. Feng called you into the operating room, and the dean's heart stopped again!"

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