Please don't be so hard on me!

"You too... hiss." With the help of his assistant, the doctor took off the patient's clothes halfway, and before finishing a sentence, he hissed with a distorted expression, "Luo Minghan, you can do it."

It wasn't a good word, but Luo Minghan accepted all the orders. He held Miao Cun's hand all the time, and said in a cold voice: "Don't talk nonsense, save people first."

The doctor's surname is Yu, he is his friend, and he works in a private hospital under his family group. He can be regarded as the more decent one in Luo Minghan's circle, with a higher moral bottom line.He is a rising star in the field of surgery. Looking at this small injury, he is really a bit overqualified.

It was rare to see Luo Minghan deflated and anxious, but the one surnamed Yu found it amusing. He paused for a moment, checked Miao Cun's wound solemnly, and pondered: "It's a pity, you are late - you have to amputate."

Luo Minghan's expression changed, his blood faded instantly, and he said with dead eyes, "Say it again? You fucking fart!"

The surname Yu didn't expect that Luo Minghan didn't catch such an obvious joke. He touched his nose in embarrassment and comforted him: "Okay, okay, it's true. Do you have common sense? It's not as good as using 'rescue' , take an injection of antipyretic medicine, treat the wound, and apply the medicine on time."

His eyes glanced at Miao Cun's pale lips with pity, and he said without emotion: "I just pity him for suffering for so long in vain."

Luo Minghan's heart tightened: "What do you mean?"

"What do you mean?" Dr. Yu replied, "You have never had a high fever above 39 degrees, but you have always had a fever at [-], right? That kind of pain is magnified ten times." He reacted with a half-smile, "Why, The trouble you caused, seeing the wound so inflamed and rotten with your own eyes, you still expect me, a doctor, to tell you that it's okay, it doesn't hurt, just a little bit?"

Luo Minghan was speechless.

The surname Yu understood his embarrassment, and smiled slightly: "Okay, it must not hurt, do you feel better?"

Luo Minghan didn't allow to swallow, and his gaze on Miao Cun's face was almost empty.

Miao Cun's armpit temperature was forty-two degrees, and he was talking nonsense repeatedly in the car. His hands were cold, but his forehead was sweating. When he entered the hospital, he was already unconscious, and he only thought he was sleepy. Sorry to say, Brother Luo, I'm so sleepy...I want to sleep for a while.

If he hadn't gone to see Miao Cun... If he hadn't made that phone call, didn't hear the strangeness in Miao Cun's voice, or if he had heard it, but deliberately turned a blind eye to him because of this childish cold violence... ...Luo Minghan didn't dare to think about it any further, and inserted his hands into his hair in despair.

He turned his head and ordered his assistant to record the list of medicines, while burying Luo Minghan: "Your skills are so bad."

"I—" Luo Minghan swallowed abruptly.

Although not taking measures is one aspect, he is the only culprit for this situation.In that case, he had long forgotten Miao Cunshi for the first time, and overestimated his ability to bear it. Although he was extremely careful when cleaning up afterwards, Luo Minghan never thought that the wound would tear Cracked deep.

He cherished it for a long time, endured it for a long time, respected it for a long time, and imagined many romantic beginnings and ways of playing that Miao Cun could accept and be comfortable with, but in the end he sent him to the hospital.

"I'm not joking with you. This kind of injury can be big or small. Inflammation can kill half of a person. High fever is only the first step, and it can be regarded as a strong warning to the body," Dr. Yu restrained his teasing smile and looked serious. Said: "If it is sent later, the high fever will cause irreversible damage to the brain and other internal organs of the body, and the inflammation will continue to develop. Under the blessing of high fever, it will cause more complications, such as blood in the urine, blood in the stool, infection, shock... I did not scaring you."

The splitting pain passed Luo Minghan's limbs again like a gust of wind, he didn't dare to breathe, only his lips were suppressed and trembling.

"I don't understand. You're not a novice. Even if you get hurt, don't you know how to deal with it?" Mai Tai, surnamed Yu, has always been quick and accurate. The technique, this medicine..." He showed a horrible expression, "The last time I met Xi Xiaohan, I scolded you for half an hour for not being the same, and I thought you met some kind of true love." He paused, his eyes pitying: "That's the end? Do you love him or play him to death?"

The person surnamed Yu is a mutual friend of the two, and he is very clear about their bad things. In the past, every time when Xi Xiaohan was mentioned, Luo Minghan would always speak duplicity. Instead, after seeing pain in his eyes, he gritted his teeth and whispered: "Of course I love him."

"Yeah, yeah," Dr. Yu nodded perfunctorily, "Love love love, that's fine, it's really fucking unlucky to be loved by you, it's better to not love him."

"Fart." Luo Minghan's face was gloomy, the redness in his eyes made him look cold and crazy, Dr. Yu raised his hands and surrendered: "Okay, I'm a bastard, I fart, you accumulate virtue."

The nurse came in with a medicine bottle, "Miao—" fell silent, and took a step back.

She saw Luo Minghan knelt on one knee on the edge of the bed, hugging the unconscious patient through the quilt, his forehead pressed tightly against the patient's.His eyes were closed, and that posture, seen from the nurse's point of view, revealed an atonement-like piety that could not be heard by God.

The nurse coughed, as if she was embarrassed, and deliberately did not look at him, "Is the patient Miao Cun's family member? Come and sign." After checking the information, she hung the medicine bottle on the drip rack and asked: "Hanging in water will be cold, especially the arms. Pay attention to keeping the patient warm."

Luo Minghan listened to this sentence, and took another quilt from the nurse's station in the advanced ward, but the head nurse couldn't help but laugh: "You can't be bored, as long as it fits well."

Luo Minghan was taken aback for a moment, and then asked without demeanor: "Then what if he's cold?"

Seeing his seriousness, the head nurse sighed helplessly, and said dumbfoundingly: "You, just protect the hand on which the IV is attached to him. Don't be nervous. He should sleep for a while and then wake up." Now, you can prepare some warm water first, as well as light and digestible food, porridge is the best, but seafood porridge is not recommended."

take it easy?How could he not be nervous?Luo Minghan asked himself in his heart, and when Miao Cun said "Luo Minghan, I hurt", half his life died from the pain.

Walking back to the ward, the usual firm steps turned out to be muddled in the eyes of others.

Years later, the weather was fine and the wind was warm. Luo Minghan opened the window a short gap and sat down on the edge of Miao Cun's bed, his back just blocking the air vent.

Miao Cun's hand was really cold, he gently held it in his palm, his careful and clumsy movements made Miao Cun frowned.

Wait, wait, Miao Cun is still awake.Luo Minghan looked at the watch, the drip, the sky, and Miao Cun for a while, paying attention to the slight movements in the corridor, and when he heard the voice of the head nurse, he stopped her at the door: "I haven't woken up for three hours. Any problem?"

The head nurse had no choice but to come in to check. As soon as she got to the edge of the bed, she saw the patient's eyelids move and then gently opened.

"Aren't you awake?" The head nurse blamed Luo Minghan for making a fuss angrily and amusedly.As soon as the words fell, a gust of wind passed by people around him, and Luo Minghan had already reached the bedside, and put his hand on his cheek: "How do you feel?"

"thirsty."

Luo Minghan poured warm water from the thermos, and listened to the head nurse asking him questions, "Does the hand hurt? Is it numb? Is there anything wrong? Let me see the fundus of the eyes, um, the tonsils -- ah -- - It's still swollen - Xiaozhen! The patient is awake, come and take his temperature!"

On the contrary, Luo Minghan became superfluous, standing by the bed and not daring to approach rashly.Miao Cun turned his eyes and saw his anxious and shriveled look, couldn't help but pursed his lips and smiled weakly.

This smile was captured by Luo Minghan, and the anxiety and self-blame he had been feeling all day settled down in an instant, and he also hooked his lips to Miao Cun, those emotions receded like a tide, leaving behind the embarrassing pain.

The nurse took the temperature. Although the fever has not completely subsided, it has dropped below [-] degrees.The drip was still on, and the speed was slowed down for fear that Miao Cun's hand would hurt.Luo Minghan was finally able to hand the glass of water to his lips.

"You took me to the hospital?"

"Ah."

"How do you know I'm sick?"

Luo Minghan asked him back, "Why didn't you tell me?"

The hospital bed was rolled up, and Miao Cunyi sat on the head of the bed, holding a warm paper cup in his hand: "It's just a little uncomfortable, nothing special to say."

"It's only a little uncomfortable?" Luo Minghan's heart heaved, and he endured it forcefully, "Do you know, I hope that one day, even if your finger is cut by an art path, a shallow cut is so shallow that you can give me a hand. The bleeding has been stopped before the phone call, and I want you to tell me too."

Miao Cun still didn't raise his eyes, he picked the seam of the paper cup with his fingers: "I told you, will it work?"

"It's useful." Luo Minghan said firmly, "It will be useful in the future, every time."

"What about being angry?"

"what?"

"Is it useful to be angry to tell you?"

Luo Minghan was silent: "It's useful."

"I was angry that morning." Miao Cun said lightly.

"Why are you angry?"

"Do you have to say that too?" Miao Cun asked incomprehensibly.

"want."

"My chest is very congested, like pressing on a stone. Although I want to pretend to smile happily, I can't laugh, and my heart keeps sinking."

Luo Minghan was silent for a long time this time, and then suddenly smiled.Although the smile was hasty, it was sincere, and the eyes were bright, bright and gentle.

Miao Cun was depressed, and his irritated voice rustled: "Are you laughing at me?"

"I didn't laugh at you, I was just happy."

"I'm angry, are you happy?" Miao Cun asked in amazement.

"Of course you won't be happy when you're in a normal relationship," Luo Minghan said, "but we're just having fun, so if you get angry for me, I'm happy."

Miao Cun: "...Because you think you have the upper hand?"

Luo Minghan's smile deepened, he had to lower his head, and covered his lips with his clenched hands, and said vaguely: "You say so."

Miao Cun bit his lip, his cheeks were flushed with a high fever, and he said angrily, "It's just a little angry, and you haven't won a lot."

"Well," Luo Minghan coughed, and said solemnly, "I'm more angry than you, so you actually win more."

Miao Cun: "I don't have such a boring desire to win as you do."

Having said that, her lips still curled up a little.

He also said: "Fortunately, I didn't like you very much. It's really unlucky to like you."

Luo Minghan curled his lips, it was rare that he was not shocked by these words.

"Then can you tell me why you are angry?" He took a winter pear from the fruit plate and peeled it wholeheartedly.

"It's too painful. Although I can endure hardships, I can't suffer so much."

Luo Minghan: "..."

Miao Cun always speaks like this, which is very strange and seems to make sense.He always speaks of the simplest logic in a weird way.Luo Minghan asked: "Do you have a measuring cup in your heart?"

"The most painful time in the past was fighting with others. I dislocated my shoulder and cracked my calf bone. I passed out from the pain. This time it hurts more than that time. From now on, I will only talk about platonic love." Miao Cun said naturally, His eyes stopped on Dongli, and he was a little greedy.

It just feels very dry, and the whole body is dry from the inside out, so the pear looks very attractive.

Luo Minghan handed it over, and Miao Cun said, "I can't eat so much, just give me half."

Luo Minghan: "No."

"why?"

"You can't divide pears."

"You are so superstitious."

Luo Minghan stubbornly handed him the whole pear: "Throw it away if you can't finish it, eat as much as you can."

Miao Cun took a bite, and Luo Minghan watched him chew slowly, as if he was afraid that he would choke, as if he was a child who just knew how to eat.Hearing his rustling chewing sound, he said for a long while, "It won't hurt again next time, apart from me, Plato doesn't really want you to talk about Plato's love."

Miao Cun: "..."

Holding the pear, she looked at him alertly and suspiciously.

Luo Minghan glanced out the window, turned away the mineral water bottle, and said in a low voice, "I didn't perform well the first time, give me another chance."

Miao Cun's voice also lowered for no reason, and his eyes intersected with Luo Minghan's, looking at the vertical lines on the bed sheet: "Then the second time will definitely play well?"

"must."

"The Chinese don't lie to the Chinese."

Luo Minghan was choked, and the bottle was shaken. He wiped the spilled water in embarrassment, and made a messy promise: "...Chinese people don't lie to Chinese people."

"Cheated?"

"Cheated--"

"Let you also experience this pain." Miao Cun smiled happily: "I will let Guan Yingtao find the best one for you."