My brother became a playboy

Zhao Xing's wound hurt badly in the middle of the night, and the doctor suggested another painkiller, but Zhao Xing gave up after looking at the ingredient list.

I laughed at him for avoiding medical treatment. He said that he could bear the pain, but he didn't want to take some medicines at all.

His attitude was firm, and I couldn't persuade him anymore. After thinking about it, I simply moved my bed towards him, and then reached out to hold his hand that didn't have the indwelling needle.

The ward was pitch black, and the room was exceptionally quiet. Feeling the warmth from his palm, I almost fell asleep.

But one second before my meeting with Duke Zhou, Zhao Xing suddenly said, "Tomorrow you have to start taking medicine."

I said "hmm", not really worried.

After a while, Zhao Xing said, "I'm a little scared."

"What are you afraid of?" I asked him.

"The medicine is too new, and there are not enough samples. I'm afraid it won't work. I'm afraid you'll have an allergic reaction. I'm afraid you'll feel bad..."

"Don't be afraid," I chuckled, "I'm a villain, and villains always have good luck that makes people jealous."

What I said actually didn't have any logic, but Zhao Xing seemed to be appeased immediately.

"Suddenly I'm not so worried," he said.

I said "hmm", patted the back of his hand, and said to him: "If the pain is so painful that you can't sleep, you can think about where we can play next."

Zhao Xing said warmly: "We seem to have played all the interesting places."

"You can consider going to the north..." My voice became smaller and slower, "The bathhouse culture in the north seems to be good..."

I chatted with Zhao Xing for a while, and gradually lost consciousness. When I woke up the next day, I checked my phone first, and found that I slept for nine hours last night.

I turned my head and found that Zhao Xing was still sleeping.

"Zhao Xing?" I called him softly, but he didn't respond.

I called again: "Zhao Xingxing?"

He didn't even tremble his eyelids, it seemed that he was really sleeping.

Zhao Xing usually wakes up earlier than me. He must have been in pain for a long time last night, and he probably didn't fall asleep until the middle of the night.

I feel sorry for him a little bit, but if I had to hold on last night and stay up late with him, I wouldn't do that.

The main kind of behavior is useless except to move each other, and it is impossible for me to hurt him instead.

But think about it differently, if I was in so much pain that I couldn't sleep, Zhao Xing would most likely stay up with me, even if he poured himself a few cups of coffee.

I have never doubted that Zhao Xing loves me, but occasionally I doubt whether I still love him, I am a selfish and cold person in my bones, I try hard to love someone, but maybe what I give will never be called Up more.

I stared at Zhao Xing and thought about it for a while, and finally hunger forced me to get up and take a shower.

Zhao Xing and I didn't eat the hospital's sick meals. Every meal was delivered from the restaurant outside. I went back to the ward with a slightly heavy lunch box. After I finished eating, Zhao Xing still didn't wake up.

I stretched out my fingers and touched Zhao Xing's neck. After feeling the beating pulse under my fingertips, I confirmed that he was still alive, and withdrew my hand.

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The doctor came to make rounds and naturally asked about our relationship. When I replied my partner, he was not surprised, but just told me: "Don't have sex in the near future."

"Okay, I understand."

After seeing off Zhao Xing's doctor, it didn't take long before my doctor came in again. The examination was done before, and now the intravenous injection is about to start.

The nurse who dispensed the medicine was very careful. When the needle pierced my skin, I subconsciously turned my head and looked at Zhao Xing who was still sleeping.

It hurts a bit, but since the person who will feel distressed has not woken up, there is no need to cry out.

The reaction to the medicine was greater than I had imagined. Half a bottle of medicine flowed into my body through the dropper. I called the nurse to pull out the needle, and rushed to the bathroom to vomit.

I vomited for more than 20 minutes, but in the end I could only spit out some acidic water. My throat hurt a bit. I raised my hand, pressed the flush button, and stood up staggeringly, just in time to meet my embarrassed self in the mirror.

——Illness is really a grinding thing. The word health is more precious than imagined.

I rinsed my mouth, washed my face, and sprayed some deodorant on my body, and then slowly opened the door - I just met Zhao Xing who was trying to get out of bed.

"What are you doing out of bed? The doctor said you have to rest for a few days."

Zhao Xing stopped his movements, moved his body back slowly, and said, "I'm really worried when I hear you vomit."

"It's all right now, it's a normal drug reaction." I moved him back to the original position as gently as possible, and covered him with the quilt familiarly, "What you have to do now is to rest in peace and recuperate, don't still think about taking care of me."

Zhao Xing said "hmm", and after a few seconds, he discussed with me: "Let's hire a nurse."

"Okay." I agreed quickly, and in the current situation, I really can't hold on, "Let professional people do professional things and take good care of us."

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The new nurse is a young man in his 20s, not ugly, and even a little handsome.He works very quickly, taking care of me and Zhao Xing alone, which can be called doing his best. Of course, this is also related to the high expenses we gave him.

Zhao Xing basically relies on the nurse for other things, but when it comes to private parts, he will only look at me with those clear eyes, and I will stop what I am doing, politely ask the nurse to leave, and do it myself .

Urination is still considered elegant, and there are also unrefined ones.

Zhao Xing originally wanted to endure for another day or two, and then deal with it when he could get out of bed by himself. I saw that he was really struggling, so I just took tools to help.

Zhao Xing's face was flushed red. He curled up his toes and insisted on asking me to go out first. I looked at him calmly and said to him, "It's not that I didn't do it for you. Why be ashamed?"

"That's different..." Zhao Xing's body bowed into a curve, but in the end he couldn't resist the normal physiological needs. Tears leaked from the corners of his eyes, and he turned his head away in embarrassment.

I'm actually a bit of a clean freak, but even if Zhao Xing is a little dirty, I won't feel disgusted.

I cleaned up the dirt and wiped his secret place with a warm towel before helping him put on his pants.

Zhao Xing's eye circles were still red, I thought about it and asked him, "Are you comfortable?"

As expected, there was no answer.

"I'd be happy if you could be more comfortable, so I'm willing to do this."

After a few more seconds, Zhao Xing said hoarsely, "Too much?"

"Too much?" I don't quite understand the meaning of this sentence, does it mean that I am too much.

"You are too kind to me."