Junior Bamboo Horse is a squeamish beauty

Kuang Mu turned sideways, twisted his legs tightly and rubbed against the bed, his little face was flushed, his eyes were wide open, and he looked at Ji Xiaohuan vigilantly, his cautious appearance was like a frightened bird. bunny.

Ji Xiaohuan still had ointment on his hands, he didn't like the sticky texture of the ointment on his hands, and was anxious to feel that he had finished applying the ointment to Kuang Mu, so he bent down to grab Kuang Mu's ankle again.

This time the little rabbit reacted even more, he let out a soft exclamation, raised his tender feet to avoid Ji Xiaohuan's touch, then supported the bed with both hands and backed up repeatedly until he got to the edge of the bed and got out of bed.

Kuang Mu stood restrained and said in a low voice, "I'm going to the bathroom."

After finishing speaking, Kuang Mu leaned on the bed and hurriedly walked towards the bathroom.

He had one foot sprained, his steps were unsteady, and he accidentally bumped into the stool in the middle. The sound of the stool made Kuang Mu tremble in fright, and his steps became even more panicked.

He staggered forward, wearing a white hospital gown, more like a rabbit fleeing in a hurry.

Ji Xiaohuan was afraid that he would fall, so he stepped forward to support him in two steps, but as soon as his hand touched Kuang Mu's arm, Kuang Mu trembled from fright, and immediately blushed and hid Unlocking Ji Xiaohuan's touch, he grabbed the doorknob with both hands, and shrank back into the bathroom.

The door slammed shut.

Ji Xiaohuan frowned, looking at the door of the bathroom, with a rare expression of confusion.

After waiting for about ten minutes, the door of the bathroom opened, and Kuang Mu walked out with his drooping head. His face and hands were still dripping with water, and the front of his collar was wet. The hair is also attached to the head.

He gently closed the bathroom door, raised his head and looked at Ji Xiaohuan with red eyes.

Ji Xiaohuan had already sat back on the chair beside the hospital bed, his palms squeezed with ointment spread out in front of him, quietly waiting for him.

Kuang Mu only glanced at Ji Xiaohuan, then immediately lowered his head, then supported the things next to him, and limped towards Ji Xiaohuan.

Now he is not in such a hurry, instead he feels a lot of pain in his feet.

Ji Xiaohuan's eyes moved with Kuang Mu's movements, watching Kuang Mu standing in front of him.

Kuang Mu's whole body seemed to have been washed by water, his pretty face was as red as a ripe red apple, with some fresh dew on it, and even his neck was pink.

He stood on the ground with bare feet, the thumb of his left foot stepped on his right foot, as if he felt Ji Xiaohuan's patrolling gaze, his round and pink toes shyly moved.

"What's wrong?" Ji Xiaohuan frowned, looking him up and down.

Kuang Mu was so guilty that he didn't dare to look into Ji Xiaohuan's eyes, he turned his face away slightly, his long eyelashes were still dripping with water, trembling slightly, his face turned even redder.

"My belly... my stomach hurts." Kuang Mu said softly.

"Cold?"

Kuang Mu lowered his head even harder, his hairy head hung down in front of Ji Xiaohuan's eyes, and he nodded gently.

Ji Xiaohuan sighed softly, raised his hand and grabbed Kuang Mu's wrist to let him sit on the bed, leaned over and took the quilt and threw it on Kuang Mu's body and said, "Cover it."

Kuang Mu immediately took the quilt, covered his waist and abdomen indiscriminately, raised his hand to stuff the quilt again, and then moved towards Ji Xiaohuan's direction little by little.

He sat on the side of the bed and glanced at Ji Xiaohuan quietly, and said duplicity: "I can paint my feet..."

Ji Xiaohuan ignored Kuang Mu, he squatted on the side of the bed with one leg, put Kuang Mu's feet on his knees, and rubbed the red and swollen ankles with his palms.

Kuang Mu was caught off guard by the pain, he couldn't help but groaned, and shrank his feet unconsciously.

Ji Xiaohuan raised his head, looked at him with dark eyes, Kuang Mu immediately bit his lower lip, his red ears trembled, and obediently moved his feet back to their original positions.

Only then did Ji Xiaohuan lower his head and continue rubbing Kuang Mu's ankle.

In such a hot air-conditioned room, Ji Xiaohuan was sweating profusely, but Kuang Mu's feet were still cold.

Gradually the ointment took effect, and the ankles became hot. Kuang Mu's feet were delicate and beautiful, the toenails were round and flat, and the nails were pink, delicate and lovely like cherry blossom petals.

And the red mole on Kuang Mu's foot is extremely sensitive, as long as Ji Xiaohuan slams Kuang Mu's toes, he will unconsciously clenched his toes, and at the same time the red mole will turn red, and now the red mole is like a drop of blood dripping on Kuang Mu's feet. On Mu's instep, it became more and more gorgeous.

The room was quiet, except for the sound of heat from the air conditioner, which made Kuang Mu's heart hot and groggy.

He gripped the bed sheet tightly with his hands, and watched Ji Xiaohuan rubbing his feet with downcast eyes, his heart was completely soft.

With thousands of words stuck in his heart, he was confused and wanted to ask some stupid questions again.

But what Kuang Mu wanted to ask back and forth was nothing more than those questions. He had already asked some questions, and he didn't want to hear the answers Ji Xiaohuan gave...

Kuang Mu lowered his head, blinked his sore eyes, hesitated about those words for a long time in his heart, and dared not ask any more.

He thought, forget it, don't ruin his mood tonight just because of a few words, although Ji Xiaohuan always speaks very unpleasantly, but at least... he still treats him well tonight .

At this time, Ji Xiaohuan stood up after massaging Kuang Mu, Kuang Mu didn't react for a moment, thinking that he was going to leave, he leaned over and grabbed the corner of Ji Xiaohuan's clothes, looked up at Ji Xiaohuan eagerly and said: "I Uncomfortable, stomach ache..."

Ji Xiaohuan looked down at him, raised his eyebrows, and pushed Kuang Mu's hand away: "I'm just going to wash my hands."

Kuang Mu let go of his hand embarrassingly.

He supported the bed with both hands, watched Ji Xiaohuan's back disappear into the bathroom, and then raised his hand to touch his hot face, belatedly realizing whether he had acted too eagerly just now.

Ji Xiaohuan is so smart, he must have seen it right away......

Hearing the sound of water coming from the bathroom, Kuang Mu couldn't help becoming a little anxious, his fingers began to wring the sheets again, thinking about what he would say to Ji Xiaohuan when he came out.

After a while Ji Xiaohuan came out of the bathroom, went straight to the stool next to Kuang Mu's bed and sat down.

Kuang Mu said softly: "I'm really uncomfortable....... I didn't lie to you......"

Ji Xiaohuan gave a sound, and took out the case card next to Kuang Mu's bed to read: "Tomorrow I will go for a gastroscopy, and I will make an appointment with the doctor later."

"Can you not do..."

Ji Xiaohuan looked away at Kuang Mu, making a gesture to stand up: "It's fine, you decide your own affairs."

Kuang Mu immediately grabbed Ji Xiaohuan's wrist: "Do it, I can do it."

Only now did Ji Xiaohuan sit back on the chair and pushed Kuang Mu's hand away.

Kuang Mu's hand stopped in mid-air awkwardly, he lowered his head and sniffed, and curled up little by little under the quilt, which covered him tightly from head to toe.

Ji Xiaohuan took out his mobile phone and recorded the contact information of the attending physician on the medical record card, which not only recorded Kuang Mu's information, but also noted Kuang Mu's current physical condition.

Ji Xiaohuan looked at it for a while, then put the medical record card back with a sullen face.

After a while, Kuang Mu was panicked under the quilt, poked his head out, and saw Ji Xiaohuan taking out his phone, tapped the screen a few times with two fingers, and then flipped it quickly, as if he was looking up something .

"Ji Xiaohuan."

"kindness."

"...I have nothing to do with Qiuqing, and have never had anything to do with each other." Kuang Mu's voice was very soft, as if he was probing.

Ji Xiaohuan paused with his fingers, clicked on a webpage about "indirect gastric colic", and then said kindly again: "You have already told me before."

Kuang Mu let out an oh, and retracted his head again.

Of course he knew that he had already told Ji Xiaohuan about this matter, and he remembered everything that happened between him and Ji Xiaohuan, as small as an expression or a word.

It's just that Qiuqing came to him today, he was afraid that Ji Xiaohuan might misunderstand.

Kuang Mu was actually a little uneasy, Ji Xiaohuan sat here upright, always giving Kuang Mu a feeling that he would get up and leave at any time.

"Ji Xiaohuan." Kuang Mu pointed to the accompanying bed next to him, and whispered, "You can sleep here."

Ji Xiaohuan was busy looking at his phone, without even raising his head, he replied, "Yes, you go to bed first."

Although Ji Xiaohuan's words were perfunctory, Kuang Mu also took this sentence as Ji Xiaohuan's agreement, he calmed down, lay on his side with a red face and looked at Ji Xiaohuan.

Ji Xiaohuan didn't know what he saw, his brows were slightly frowned, his thin lips were tightly closed, which further highlighted his distinct mandible, his profile was as perfect as a statue.

Kuang Mu looked at it, and the corners of his eyes unconsciously curved again.

He thought his elder brother was so pretty, he even wanted to raise his hand to touch Ji Xiaohuan's tall nose, and then leaned over to kiss his brow.

It's not that Kuang Mu didn't think about it, if there hadn't been such a thing between Ji's family and Kuang's family, what would happen to his relationship with Ji Xiaohuan now?

He felt that the relationship between them would be even better than before, and Ji Xiaohuan would definitely be the brother who loved him the most, and the person who treated him best in the whole world.

But the word "brother" is not enough for Kuang Mu. His brotherhood towards Ji Xiaohuan has slowly deteriorated over the past ten years, becoming distorted and ashamed.

He wanted to hug him, kiss him, kiss him deeply, have nothing against him, be intimate with him, be honest with him, and even...do the most private things with him.

Thinking of this, Kuang Mu's slender fingers grabbed the bed sheet tightly.

Kuang Mu was really too sensitive, he straightened his toes when he was provoked, bit his lower lip, closed his eyes helplessly, his eyelashes shone with water and trembled slightly, he could not bear to look at Ji Ji any more Xiaohuan took a look.

With Ji Xiaohuan right beside him, he couldn't even move.

Kuang Mu was extremely annoyed, he was not such a person in the first place, but after meeting Ji Xiaohuan why everything changed.

Maybe it's because he really likes him.

Kuang Mu thought so, his face flushed with shame, he turned around silently, stuffed the corner of the quilt into his mouth and bit it, the unbearable desire could not be relieved, Kuang Mu's nose was sore, he wanted to cry because of grievance.

It suddenly occurred to him that Ji Xiaohuan liked girls. He liked Qiuqing before, but he might not like boys, let alone Kuang Mu. Friends, but they couldn't get to the step Kuang Mu wanted.

Kuang Mu thought of wrapping the quilt tightly here, and after a long time he called softly: "Ji Xiaohuan..."

"What's wrong?" Ji Xiaohuan responded.

"..."

Kuang Mu turned his back to Ji Xiaohuan, his throat rolled, his nose gasped, but he didn't say anything.

After a long time without getting an answer from Kuang Mu, Ji Xiaohuan stood up and leaned over to caress Kuang Mu's forehead, and it was rare for Kuang Mu to hear a little concern in his indifferent tone: "Not feeling well?"

Kuang Mu felt even more sour, he moved forward, broke away from Ji Xiaohuan's hand, and said in a hoarse voice: "No... I just want to tell you that the light is too bright, please dim it down. …”

Ji Xiaohuan was stunned for a moment, raised his hand to dim the lights, and sat back down.

Kuang Mu closed his eyes, rubbed his head lightly against the pillow, and wiped away the moisture from the corners of his eyes.

Kuang Mu hadn't had a good night's sleep for several days, last night with Ji Xiaohuan by his side, he had a rare good night's sleep, until he was woken up by the nurse at [-] o'clock in the morning.

Kuang Mu opened his eyes in a daze, and his first reaction was to look to the side.

There was no one on the stool, the quilt on the accompanying bed was neatly folded, even the folds on the pillow were exactly the same as last night, Ji Xiaohuan never slept on the bed at all.

Kuang Mu drooped his shoulders, and the expression on his face turned cold.

The nurse took an electronic thermometer and dripped it on Kuang Mu's forehead, and the temperature displayed on it was 36.8.

The nurse took a look and said, "Your brother made an appointment for a gastroscopy for you last night. I will take you in for anesthesia at ten o'clock. If there is no major problem after the examination, you can be discharged from the hospital. However, your current physical condition is not good. Well, the waist and leg injuries require daily application of medicine, so after you leave the hospital, you still need someone to accompany you and take care of you."

Kuang Mu didn't speak. He sat on the edge of the bed with his head down and was silent for a while, then said softly, "I don't want to have a gastroscopy, can I cancel it?"

He had seen those videos of gastroscopy before, a long tube was pierced from the mouth to the stomach, just looking at those pictures made Mu Mu feel terrified.

But if Ji Xiaohuan can accompany him, he still has courage, but today he is alone, he is really very, very scared.

"Don't want to do it?" The nurse was checking Kuang Mu's ankle. Hearing this, she raised her head and looked at Kuang Mu. She smiled and said, "You're not afraid, are you? Don't worry, your brother made an appointment for you with a painless gastroscopy." , you will fall asleep after the anesthesia is given, and it will be finished when you open your eyes. It doesn't hurt at all. It's not easy to make an appointment in our hospital. It took a lot of effort for your brother to find the director yesterday before adding a number for you. , if you don't go, he will definitely be angry."

As soon as the nurse said this, Kuang Mu stopped talking.

Ji Xiaohuan worked so hard to get him an appointment, he definitely had to go, and the relationship between him and Ji Xiaohuan had just eased a bit, he was quite afraid that Ji Xiaohuan would get angry.

It was 10:[-] in the morning, and he was about to be pushed in for anesthesia in [-] minutes. After washing, Kuang Mu sat on the bed and stared at the door in a daze.

The nurse saw through his thoughts, smiled and said: "You are waiting for your brother, your brother is still a high school student, he must be in school now, so he probably won't be able to come."

Kuang Mu naturally understood this truth, but he still couldn't bear to hold on to some vague thoughts and wanted to wait and see.

He waited until ten o'clock, and the nurse brought Kuang Mu into a ward, but Ji Xiaohuan still didn't come.

There were two male doctors and one female nurse in the examination room.

The nurse first gave Kuang Mu a small dose of medicine, and Kuang Mu frowned and drank the medicine down. There was a soreness and numbness in his mouth, which went all the way to his throat, and then the male doctor came over with a needle.

Kuang Mu was afraid of getting an injection. He glanced at the needle tube, closed his eyes, and couldn't help shaking his arm. The female nurse held his arm and said softly, "Relax, it will be fine... "

After a sharp pain, Kuang Mu gradually lost consciousness.

The painless gastroscopy was performed very quickly. After ten minutes, Kuang Mu was woken up by the little nurse.

When he opened his eyes, he felt dizzy, so Kuang Mu shook his head and slowly sat up from the bed. The nurse tried to support him, but he shrank his arms and avoided it.

The nurse took back her hand in embarrassment, and added: "The result will come out in a while, please wait outside."

Kuang Mu nodded and opened his mouth to speak, but his throat was so numb that he couldn't say anything, he just coughed twice.

The door of the ward was pushed open, and Kuang Mu walked out leaning on the wall. The little nurse kept following him, for fear that he would lose his footing and fall.

There were several people waiting for the examination outside the examination room. At the last seat of the bench, a teenager in school uniform sat looking down at his mobile phone.

One of his long legs was arched, the other straight, and his blue and white trousers were gathered to reveal his bony ankles.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, he glanced at the door, put his phone in his pocket, walked towards Kuang Mu, and reached out to support him.

The little nurse who was in charge of the gastroscope was only in her early twenties, she looked up at Ji Xiaohuan for a long while before she realized and asked, "Are you his?"

Ji Xiaohuan squinted his eyes, he had already lost count of how many times he had answered this question, this time he didn't bother to explain, so he said two words casually.

"friend."

"Oh." The little nurse nodded and said: "Although it is said to be a painless gastroscopy, a small number of people still feel a little uncomfortable. It is normal for him to be sick recently. You can go back first and report to the patient." I can come and get it."

"Okay, thank you." Ji Xiaohuan nodded politely to the nurse, then looked down at Kuang Mu, and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong with you?"

Kuang Mu raised his face, looked at Ji Xiaohuan with sparkling eyes, he hesitated for a moment, pursed his lips and said, "I'm a little dizzy..."

Ji Xiaohuan nodded, at first he supported Kuang Mu to walk, but after walking two steps, he found that Kuang Mu's legs and feet were weak, and he had to take a step slowly for a long time.

Ji Xiaohuan is impatient, too lazy to stand here, he bent down and wrapped one hand around Kuang Mu's waist, and hugged him horizontally.

The suddenness of this action frightened Kuang Mu, his eyes widened all of a sudden, and he subconsciously raised his arms to hug Ji Xiaohuan's neck tightly, the tips of his ears turned red.

The little nurse behind her opened her mouth in shock.

Two good-looking boys were walking in the hospital, and one was holding the other, which attracted the attention of many people in the hospital, especially some young girls, who exclaimed softly.

Ji Xiaohuan was so anxious to send Kuang Mu back to the ward that he didn't pay attention to the eyes of the people around him.

Kuang Mu's mind is much more sensitive. He looked around at the reactions of the people around him, and couldn't hold back his iceberg face any longer. He buried his head in Ji Xiaohuan's chest calmly, hiding his own like an ostrich, Shame's neck is pink.

He could actually walk by himself, but at a slower pace.

But he couldn't say what he wanted Ji Xiaohuan to let go of in his throat, he even raised his hand to hold Ji Xiaohuan tighter, his upper body was tightly attached to Ji Xiaohuan's body, wishing he could feel every inch of his skin Ji Xiaohuan's body temperature.

When he reached the inpatient floor, there were far fewer people in the corridor, so Kuang Mu raised his head and stared at Ji Xiaohuan's sharp jawbone with flickering eyes.

Kuang Mu tightened his arms around Ji Xiaohuan's neck, and felt an impulse in his heart. He suddenly wanted to call Ji Xiaohuan his brother, but his lips moved, and finally he just called out: "Ji Xiaohuan Xiaohuan..."

Ji Xiaohuan's Adam's apple twitched, without even moving his head, he responded, "En?"

"You just told the nurse..." Kuang Mu tightened Ji Xiaohuan's school uniform with nervous fingers, stared at Ji Xiaohuan's neck, stuttered twice and said, "Say, say We are friends."

Ji Xiaohuan paused slowly, waiting for Kuang Mu to say the next thing.

But what happened next, Kuang Mu choked his throat and couldn't say anything, he raised his eyes and looked at Ji Xiaohuan with sparkling eyes, anxiously waiting for Ji Xiaohuan to give him a response.

Ji Xiaohuan finally lowered his head and looked back at Kuang Mu.

He remembered that when he was young, Kuang Mu would never look at him with such cautious eyes. At that time, Kuang Mu was the little treasure he held in his palm.

Delicate, crying, clingy.

He will be angry for a long time because of a joke made by Ji Xiaohuan, and then he needs Ji Xiaohuan to come to his side to coax him, so that he can loosen his puffy mouth and say in a childish voice with red eyes One sentence: "Then you can't do this again next time, or I won't forgive you..."

But next time, no matter how angry Ji Xiaohuan made him, Kuang Mu would still forgive Ji Xiaohuan with tears in his eyes.

But now Kuang Mu is actually full of anticipation because Ji Xiaohuan casually said the word "friend", so much so that he asks Ji Xiaohuan beggingly just to get an answer from Ji Xiaohuan.

Now just friends can satisfy him.

Ji Xiaohuan knew that Kuang Mu would be very happy as long as he agreed, but Ji Xiaohuan didn't respond for a long time, his eyes were quiet.

Kuang Mu's pupils dimmed little by little, and finally he let go of Ji Xiaohuan's clothes, and with his fingertips hanging by his side, he lowered his eyes and said, "It's so cold outside, Ji Xiaohuan, let's hurry up!" Go back to the ward."

The heating in the ward was fully turned on, Ji Xiaohuan put Kuang Mu on the hospital bed, went to the dining table and opened the plastic bag, inside was the rice he had brought for Kuang Mu.

Kuang Mu had just finished his gastroscopy today, so he could only eat some liquid food. Ji Xiaohuan put a bowl of millet porridge on the small table and brought it to Kuang Mu.

Ever since Kuang Mu asked that question just now, the atmosphere between the two of them was terribly depressed for a moment.

Kuang Mu was in a bad mood. Looking at the bowl of porridge, he felt his stomach was so full that he couldn't take a bite, but when he thought that this bowl of porridge was bought for him by Ji Xiaohuan, he couldn't say "I don't want to eat it." eat" words.

Ji Xiaohuan looked at him silently, turned around and went to the dining table to pick up a plastic cup, poured a small half of the porridge in Kuang Mu's bowl for himself, then pushed the remaining porridge into Kuang Mu's arms, Say: "Eat."

Kuang Mu looked at the little porridge poured into Ji Xiaohuan's cup, and said in a nasal voice, "Didn't you have breakfast? You can drink my bowl."

Kuang Mu was worried that Ji Xiaohuan would not have enough to eat, so he raised his hand to give Ji Xiaohuan the portion he had.

But Ji Xiaohuan raised his hand and pressed down his wrist: "I've already had breakfast."

Kuang Mu froze for a moment, then looked at Ji Xiaohuan's porridge in a crude plastic cup.

But Ji Xiaohuan saw through his thoughts, and said in a calm voice: "Didn't you say yesterday that you don't want to eat alone."

Kuang Mu's breathing stagnates.

After Ji Xiaohuan said this, he picked up the porridge and drank a couple of sips, but when he raised his head, he saw Kuang Mu's red lips slightly parted, staring blankly at him motionless.

Ji Xiaohuan raised his eyebrows and said, "If you don't eat, I'll finish this porridge."

Kuang Mu's nose suddenly became sore, he gritted his teeth, quickly lowered his head, picked up the porridge on the table, and drank it in mouthfuls.

He didn't drink fast, every sip suppressed the nausea in his heart, he took small sips, he didn't finish the bowl of porridge after 10 minutes.

Ji Xiaohuan held the cup and sat patiently by the bed, Kuang Mu drank five or six sips before he lowered his head and took a sip, so that he would be able to maintain the same progress as Kuang Mu.

At the back, the porridge in the cup had become cold, Ji Xiaohuan raised his head and drank the porridge in one gulp, then raised his hand to take the bowl in Kuang Mu's hand.

Ji Xiaohuan looked at the bowl, and suddenly laughed: "I poured half of a bowl of porridge, but you still have half of it after drinking it for a long time."

No matter how you hear Ji Xiaohuan's tone, there is some sarcasm.

Kuang Mu frowned, and raised his hand to take the porridge: "I can finish it."

But Ji Xiaohuan threw the porridge into the trash can with his hands: "It's cold."

Kuang Mu raised his head and looked at Ji Xiaohuan with wide eyes.

Ji Xiaohuan didn't care about Kuang Mu's gaze at all, he cleared the things on the dining table, carried the trash, and walked towards the door of the ward.

"Where are you going?" As soon as Kuang Mu saw that Ji Xiaohuan was about to leave, he quickly pushed away the quilt, and followed him out of bed staggeringly.

"Get the report for you." Ji Xiaohuan looked back at him.

Kuang Mu felt the sharpness in Ji Xiaohuan's gaze, and immediately stopped his forward steps, pursed his lips, silently stepped back two steps, bent down and sat on the edge of the bed and did not speak.

Only then did Ji Xiaohuan turn around, go to the corner and throw the trash into the trash can.

At this time, the door of the ward was pushed open, and Dr. Qin came in with two blank sheets of paper in his hand: "I just went to the imaging department and saw your report, so I took it back together... Yo, Someone is with me today."

Doctor Qin is in a good mood today, seeing Ji Xiaohuan, he couldn't help but tease him a few words.

"Doctor Qin." Ji Xiaohuan went to the bathroom to wash his hands, and walked to Doctor Qin's side: "I'm going to get the report, thank you for helping me get it back."

"Well, I just looked through it on the way." Dr. Qin raised his hand and flipped through the case, pointing to the conclusion of the report and said: "The main problems are those you mentioned, but he still has some chronic non-atrophic gastritis. Adding bile reflux may be caused by irregular eating and unreasonable medication..."

"Do you not eat well, and often take medicine randomly when your stomach hurts?" Dr. Qin suddenly turned his head and asked Kuang Mu.

Kuang Mu was stunned for a moment, he glanced at Ji Xiaohuan hesitantly, and suddenly felt guilty for no reason: "I'm fine."

"What does it mean? If you are okay, it is impossible to stay in the hospital now. Do you know that you have a slight anorexia now?"

Hearing these words, the smile on Ji Xiaohuan's face suddenly sank.

Doctor Qin is getting old, and he hates Kuang Mu who doesn't cherish his body at such a young age and treats himself as a sick person the most. Seeing that he was about to start admonishing others again, Ji Xiaohuan interrupted him in time: " Doctor Qin, what should he do in this situation?"

"Find someone to stare at him, and pour him into his mouth if he doesn't eat!" Doctor Qin snorted coldly: "I've seen a lot of people like him, I'm not kidding you, his current physical condition is still in good condition. If you can recover your health, if you don’t take it seriously, you will ruin yourself sooner or later, I suggest you contact his parents and family members, he needs someone to watch him in his daily life.”

Doctor Qin spoke, handed the report to Ji Xiaohuan, turned around and left.

Ji Xiaohuan took the report and opened it to read.

The report recorded Kuang Mu's physical condition in detail, and some technical terms seemed blunt and difficult to understand. Ji Xiaohuan struggled to read, but still frowned.

Sitting on the bed, Kuang Mu poked his head and quietly looked at the expression on Ji Xiaohuan's face. After a while, he picked up the water on the bedside table, took two sips of water, and said, "... The nurse also told me today that my current physical condition is not safe to live alone."

He wanted to pretend to say this casually, but his voice trembled twice unbearably.

Ji Xiaohuan stopped turning the page and looked at Kuang Mu.

Kuang Muzheng was holding the cup tightly with both hands, his small face was permeated in the mist of hot water, the exposed half of his face turned red again, and the round Adam's apple on his neck was lightly twitched. Scrolling, as if waiting for Ji Xiaohuan's answer.

Ji Xiaohuan's thin lips moved, just about to speak.

At this time, Kuang Mu's cell phone rang at the dining table.

Ji Xiaohuan stood close to the dining table, so he picked up the phone and wanted to pass it to Kuang Mu, but accidentally saw the information on the screen showing that it was Qiu Qing.

Ji Xiaohuan snapped his fingers, and suddenly smiled and said, "You can ask your parents to accompany you, or you can choose to live at a friend's house."

Kuang Mu raised his head and looked at him, holding the cup tightly with his slender fingers: "I have no friends."

Ji Xiaohuan smiled and said nothing, turned the phone around flexibly in his hand, and threw it on the bed.

When Kuang Mu saw the information on the phone screen, his eyes suddenly widened.

He immediately picked up the phone and looked at it, quickly checked the content of the message with his fingertips, then raised his head and said eagerly: "I told you, I have nothing to do with Qiuqing, she sent this text message to ask if I will Yu Hao told his family or teacher about my detention in the warehouse."

As if to prove the authenticity of what he said, Kuang Mu slid out the page of the message, leaned over and put the phone in front of Ji Xiaohuan.

Ji Xiaohuan didn't look at the screen, he took two steps back indifferently, and asked, "What does this matter have to do with me?"

Seeing Ji Xiaohuan's nonchalant attitude again, Kuang Mu's heart tightened, and the eagerness to explain just now disappeared in an instant.

Obviously the room was warm with the air conditioner on, but Kuang Mu still felt chills all over his body.

Kuang Mu's hand was still hanging in the air, and the eager expression on his face was still there, but Ji Xiaohuan's words made him look very stupid.

Kuang Mu's hands trembled, and he sat back on the bed slowly, his hands dropped on the bed, and he didn't speak any more.

In the afternoon, Ji Xiaohuan asked Dr. Qin again, and got an accurate answer that Kuang Mu's condition was almost stable, and he could be discharged from the hospital at any time.

Ji Xiaohuan immediately went through the discharge procedures for Kuang Mu, but when he handed the discharge form to Kuang Mu, Kuang Mu was stunned for a while holding the list, as if he was not very happy, but asked Ji Xiaohuan silently: " Are you in a hurry to get me out of the hospital?"

Ji Xiaohuan packed up his things: "You've recovered, why aren't you in the hospital?"

Kuang Mu bit his lip and retorted: "I'm not fully recovered yet, my legs and my waist... both hurt."

After Kuang Mu finished speaking, he pressed his waist with his hand to show his authenticity.

Ji Xiaohuan just turned his head to look at Kuang Mu, ignored him, and continued to pack things at a speed that could not be refuted.

Kuang Mu didn't help, just sat cross-legged on the bed and watched Ji Xiaohuan tidy up.

He wished that Ji Xiaohuan could tidy up a little more slowly, and if he was a little slower, it would be best if he couldn't do it all his life.

In fact, Kuang Mu knew that he was almost ready to be discharged from the hospital, but he never mentioned it.

Because he knows very well that the peaceful relationship between him and Ji Xiaohuan is only limited to the hospital. Once he recovers from the hospital, the two of them will never meet in class during the day, and it is even more impossible to see each other at night.

Ji Xiaohuan refused to even admit that they were friends, so everything must have returned to its original form.

In that art festival competition, the words Ji Xiaohuan said pierced Kuang Mu's heart one by one.

Kuang Mu tried his best not to think or ask, but that didn't mean he really didn't care, on the contrary he cared too much, he cared so much that whenever he thought of Ji Mingyi, his heart ached and the nerves of his whole body were involved, and it was so painful that he couldn't even breathe.

These days he can't sleep almost every night, even if he falls asleep, he still dreams of Ji Mingyi.

Sometimes Ji Mingyi smiled at him gently like before, sometimes Ji Mingyi walked towards him covered in blood, no matter what the situation was, Kuang Mu finally woke up crying.

Kuang Mu felt that he was a little abnormal, his mind was tense and fragile, like a broken straight string, which would break at any moment, only when he saw Ji Xiaohuan would he feel better and stop thinking about it.

But it is clear that such a good time is now coming to an end.

Ji Xiaohuan quickly finished packing Kuang Mu's things, he walked out of the ward and came in again, got a crutch from somewhere and handed it to Kuang Mu.

Kuang Mu took it without saying a word, and was about to go downstairs by himself while leaning on crutches.

He crookedly went down two flights of stairs, his movements were very clumsy, and he wanted to stab himself with the crutch several times.

Ji Xiaohuan stood behind and watched until Kuang Mu almost threw himself downstairs, he grabbed Kuang Mu by the collar and carried him to the elevator like a chicken: "There is an elevator here. "

Kuang Mu looked up at Ji Xiaohuan, then lowered his eyes again, his nose was red and he didn't speak.

Kuang Mu was in a bad mood along the way and didn't say a word.

He didn't speak, and Ji Xiaohuan naturally had nothing to say to him.

Sitting in a taxi, the driver is a rude male driver who can overflow with too many words. Ji Xiaohuan sat in the co-pilot and answered the driver's words from time to time. The two of them wanted to discuss everything from today's weather conditions to contemporary politics.

The driver's voice was so loud that Kuang Mu's head was dizzy from the noise. He was already motion sick, and now his chest was churning with discomfort. He opened the window a little calmly, and leaned against the window with his eyes closed.

The movement was very small, but Ji Xiaohuan's voice stopped immediately.

He turned his head and glanced at Kuang Mu, and interrupted the driver in a low voice: "Master, drive slowly."

The driver looked up at the rearview mirror, immediately understood what Ji Xiaohuan meant, and stopped talking.

After a while, the driver looked at the street blocked like a long queue in front of him, sweating anxiously, and said to Ji Xiaohuan in a low voice: "At this time, there will be at least two hours of traffic jams in Fu Ting Community, can he bear it?" Got it?"

Kuang Mu just got sick, plus motion sickness, and now his complexion is very bad. He frowned and leaned softly against the window. Although he was wearing thick clothes, he couldn't hide the thinness of his bones.

Seeing his limp appearance, the driver also became worried.

Ji Xiaohuan turned his head and looked at Kuang Mu for a long time. After a while, he turned his head and downcast his eyes for a moment, then he gave out the address of his home skillfully, and said in a low voice, "It's close here, send us here."

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