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In the end, the employees from the marketing department called 120 for emergency services, and Bai Xiangxiao also asked store manager Wu for a day off, and they went to the hospital together.

He saw Han Xing lying on a hospital bed, drowsy with his eyes closed and drowsy on an IV drip.

The tie of the man's shirt has been untied, and the gold-rimmed glasses are also put aside. His slightly messy hair sets off his resolute face more sharply. With physical discomfort.

Such a weak Han Xing is very rare.

Bai Xiangxiao sat on the chair next to the hospital bed and was slightly lost in thought, watching the liquid medicine slowly flow in the transparent hose, and then delivered into the raised blue blood vessels on the back of Han Xing's hand.

It seemed that he had never seen Han Xing sick before.

On the contrary, he himself has been admitted to the hospital every year since he was a child, and he has been in the hospital for serious and minor illnesses in turn, and his physical fitness has always been poor.

I remember when I just graduated from elementary school, I went out to play wildly every day, but I was infected with the flu, and I had a fever every night, and even the high fever persisted to 40 degrees.

Bai's father was very busy at work at that time, and there was no time to take care of him. Every time, Aunt Chen took Bai Xiangxiao to the hospital, accompanied him on the bedside for infusion, and tested the temperature of his forehead with the back of her hand every ten minutes.

Aunt Chen is a very careful person. Sometimes the medicine infused is too cold, and Bai Xiangxiao's whole arm is cold. Aunt Chen puts an old-fashioned hot water bottle next to his arm, and helps him with her hands from time to time. Knead until warm.

At that time, in order to take care of the sick Bai Xiangxiao, it was often too late to make dinner for Han Xing, so Aunt Chen let Han Xing eat outside by himself, but she always boiled a pot of sticky and soft millet porridge and put it in an insulated box. Go to the hospital and feed Bai Xiangxiao.

When feeding him with a spoon, Aunt Chen would comfort him with a smile: "Smile and eat more, your body will recover soon, and we will never get sick again."

Bai Xiangxiao still remembers Aunt Chen's gentle tone and the kind smile on her face.

It's just that at that time, I seemed to have no conscience, Aunt Chen turned a blind eye to his kindness, and Bai Xiangxiao's rebellious heart was so serious that it was unimaginable when he was young.

He rejected Aunt Chen's kindness, took only two mouthfuls of the bowl of sweet millet porridge, and stubbornly raised his head.

"Where is my dad?"

Aunt Chen quickly explained: "Your father has been busy with work recently and has no time to spare. Aunt Chen is with you these days."

Bai Xiangxiao clenched the hand beside him, and turned his head: "He has time for everything else, even if I die, he won't even take a look."

Of course, this other person was implying something to Han Xing.

Aunt Chen hurriedly put down the porridge bowl: "Children can't talk nonsense, what is dead, it's okay, Aunt Chen is with you, we can go home after two days of infusion, and then Aunt Chen will cook for you Meat to eat."

Aunt Chen raised her hand to caress Bai Xiangxiao's back, gently stroking it again and again.

Bai Xiangxiao turned around and put on the blanket, ignoring the people behind him who cared about him.

He didn't know what Aunt Chen thought at that time, she must have been very disappointed.

But she might not know that when Bai Xiangxiao was hiding under the quilt, he tried his best to hold back his crying, and his tears wet the pillow.

He wished that his father would have half the care that Aunt Chen had for him, but at that time his heart was filled with father Bai's indifference, as if he was a child abandoned by his biological father.

Only full of grievances.

"—The family members come here."

Bai Xiangxiao came back to his senses, looked up at Han Xing's hanging bottle, and saw that there was still more than half of the liquid medicine, so he stood up and walked to the door in peace.

The middle-aged doctor in a white coat looked at Bai Xiangxiao and asked unsurely, "Are you the patient's family?"

Bai Xiangxiao turned his head and looked around to make sure there was no one else, so he nodded.

The doctor took two medical records, handed them to Bai Xiangxiao and said, "This is the result of his examination. Pneumonia and long-term sleep deprivation caused blood pressure to rise. If it continues, you will have cardiovascular disease. Serious and even dangerous. Life, don't look at him under 30 years old, there are countless cases of sudden death among young people, you family members should pay attention."

Having said that, the doctor raised his eyes: "You tell his parents, it must be taken seriously."

Bai Xiangxiao looked down at the medical record, tightened his fingers, and asked aloud, "When did he get sick?"

"I had symptoms at least a week ago, otherwise it wouldn't be protracted into pneumonia."

a week ago?It seems that it is the time when Hanhang Company is busy with projects.

Bai Xiangxiao didn't say anything more, and listened carefully to the doctor's instructions, then nodded.

After the doctor finished what he had to say, he looked at Bai Xiangxiao again: "Are you the only one here today?"

Bai Xiangxiao raised his head and hummed.

The doctor sighed helplessly, and pointed to the ward: "Who is he to you?"

Bai Xiangxiao was taken aback for a moment, not knowing how to explain it, he rubbed his nose awkwardly, and then he was in a dilemma for a long time before answering in a low voice.

"It's my brother."

The doctor nodded, smiled and patted him on the shoulder: "Go in quickly, your brother is awake."

Bai Xiangxiao froze all over, his jaw almost fell to the ground, his figure with his back to the ward was like a statue, and he didn't dare to look back.

Woke up?

woke up? ? ?

Did Han Xing hear what he said just now?

Like a bolt from the blue, Bai Xiangxiao was so embarrassed that he wanted to find a hole in the ground to hide in.

From the hospital bed not far behind, came a slightly hoarse voice: "Bai Xiangxiao."

Bai Xiangxiao shuddered all over, turned around in shock, and saw that Han Xing sat up halfway at some point, even put on his glasses, leaning against the head of the bed with his neckline slightly open, looking at him expressionlessly .

Bai Xiangxiao walked over with stiff steps, step by step, and stood at the end of the bed.

"You, you're awake..."

Han Xing hummed: "Give me the medical record."

Bai Xiangxiao quickly offered the two pieces of paper with both hands. He watched Han Xing lower his head and carefully read the results of his examination, and then frowned even tighter.

Seeing that he never asked anything else, Bai Xiangxiao couldn't help but relax his tense nerves, slowly moved to the chair and sat upright, put his hands neatly on his knees, and coughed lightly: "The doctor said that you had symptoms a week ago. It’s too late, because the delay was so serious because I didn’t see a doctor in time.”

Han Xing turned over a page of the medical record, but did not speak.

Bai Xiang laughed and paused for a moment: "He also said it was caused by long-term lack of sleep, so...you still can't sleep well?"

Is it because I didn't take sleeping pills?Or is it because melatonin doesn't work at all?

Bai Xiangxiao curled up and clenched both hands, as if another stone that could not breathe was pressed down on his heart, which made him dare not look up at Han Xing's face.

After a while, Han Xing's calm voice came from above his head: "You can fall asleep."

Being able to fall asleep and sleeping well are two concepts.

Bai Xiangxiao pursed his lips tightly, and suddenly felt that he was really a heartless person. These days, he was able to sleep peacefully like a dead pig, and he could not think about some things. He looked like a coward who could only escape from reality.

"The doctor said that you need to infuse fluids for five consecutive days. You need someone to take care of you these few days. If your guest room is temporarily vacant, I can move there today. I will go back to school when you recover." Bai Xiang smiled with a pale face , summoned up the courage to finish speaking in one breath, as if eager to make up for something in his tone.

Han Xing looked at him in surprise, he didn't expect him to say these words.

Being stared at so earnestly, Bai Xiangxiao couldn't help but get nervous, rubbed his nose and said, "Well, Sister He Tao said that your company is not busy recently, and I'm on summer vacation now, and I can ask for leave at any time for part-time jobs. I'm usually very busy. , Ah, it’s okay if it’s inconvenient to live in your house—”

"convenient."

Bai Xiangxiao raised his head and froze for a moment.

Han Xing leaned against the head of the bed and looked down at him: "The guest room is empty."

Bai Xiangxiao came back to his senses, and immediately his body relaxed, as if he had got a chance, he smiled greenly: "Okay."

Han Xing turned his head and stopped looking at him, and the corner of his pale mouth was tightly pursed.

If Bai Xiangxiao observed more carefully, he might be able to find that Han Xing's infusion hand was trembling extremely slightly and uncontrollably.

Bai Xiangxiao didn't think much about it, it was rare to be able to relax in the same room with Han Xing, and although he didn't say a few words, he quietly accompanied him to finish transfusing two bottles of medicinal liquid.

Afterwards, I took a few more boxes of medicine. This trip was over in the hospital, and it was already three o'clock in the afternoon.

Bai Xiangxiao first went back to the school dormitory to get some clothes, then went to the supermarket to buy a bunch of fresh ingredients, and it was almost five o'clock when he took a taxi to Han Xing's house.

Han Xing was wearing dark blue pajamas, looking at Bai Xiangxiao carrying a bag and shopping bags from the supermarket, with surprise under his gold-rimmed glasses.

Bai Xiangxiao changed into his slippers, and pointed in the direction of the kitchen: "Can I borrow them?"

Han Xing hummed, and saw Bai Xiangxiao walk into the kitchen, put on the apron that he had made for a long time and get busy.

In fact, Bai Xiangxiao is also vain in his heart. Although he can cook one or two simple dishes, he is also a real novice in the kitchen. It is the first time in his life to cook for others with such a big fanfare.

Many dishes are even started from online tutorials, so Bai Xiangxiao can't guarantee how the final taste will be, but at least it is cleaner and healthier than eating outside.

Now he can only hope that Han Xing is not a picky eater. After all, he has blown out his big talk about taking care of others, and it will be hard to stop if he doesn't show it.

Finally, I made three dishes and one soup before six o'clock, steamed the rice, and it looked good when it was placed on the table.

Bai Xiangxiao was very nervous. Seeing Han Xing sitting across the table, looking up at the dishes on the table, he asked, "When did you learn how to cook?"

Bai Xiangxiao couldn't help blushing: "I just learned it..."

Really. Learn and sell now, all dishes are recipes from the Internet.

Han Xing picked up the chopsticks, lowered his head and started eating.

Bai Xiangxiao also hurriedly tasted his own handicrafts. As expected, the dishes were a bit bland, and the soup didn't seem to be tasty enough. It can only be said that the taste is mediocre, not to the point of being unpalatable.

He raised his eyes and glanced at Han Xing who was opposite him twice, and he couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief seeing that he had no expression on his face, nor did he have any intention of commenting.

A meal for the two of them was unusually harmonious and quiet.

What made Bai Xiangxiao feel gratified was that Han Xing ate a lot, and even the soup was not wasted.

It can be seen that I am really hungry.

Anyway, the result was good. This cooking experience gave Bai Xiangxiao a lot of confidence, even lying in bed at night, looking through various recipes on his mobile phone, planning three meals a day for tomorrow.

After looking through the recipes, he still felt that it was not enough, so he directly sent a message to the third child, and asked the third child's mother how to make a few dishes.

Bai Xiang laughed and studied in the guest room for a whole night, and didn't go to the bathroom to wash up until twelve o'clock when he was really sleepy.

Standing in front of the mirror, looking sideways to the outside, the direction of the master bedroom was pitch black, and a bright light appeared from the closed door of the study room, indicating that the people inside hadn't slept yet.

Bai Xiangxiao hesitated for a while after washing, then poured a glass of water and walked to the door of the study, knocking on the door.

There was no movement at all inside, and after a long time, Bai Xiangxiao almost thought that Han Xing fell ill inside, and the door in front of him was opened from the inside.

With his tall figure facing away from the light, Han Xing slightly lowered his head to look at Bai Xiangxiao.

Bai Xiangxiao handed over the hot water in his hand, a little embarrassed: "This is for you, and... it's time to sleep."

Han Xing took the hot water and hummed in a low voice.

Bai Xiangxiao couldn't see the expression on his face clearly, but when he saw that he agreed, he turned around reassuringly.

Suddenly, a wide palm stretched out in front of him, blocking Bai Xiangxiao's sight and making him freeze in place.

The palm paused for a moment, then slowly stretched towards his ear, the dry fingers touched the slightly curly hair on the sideburns, and then quickly pulled it away.

"Toothpaste foam."

Han Xing raised his index finger, and there was a touch of white foam on his fingertip.

Bai Xiangxiao's face turned a little red from embarrassment, it must have been accidentally stained while washing up, he quickly raised his hand and wiped it carelessly, then ran back to the guest room as if fleeing.

Han Xing watched the back of the boy leaving, clenched the hot water cup in his hand, and looked down at the other hand.

The foam has melted on the fingertips and moistened the skin.

The thoughts that had finally taken a night to calm down were once again turbulent.

Han Xing couldn't help raising his palm, buried his head with difficulty, recalled the delicate and soft hair of the boy, and took a deep breath.

He sighed silently.