The Beijing-flavored tea master and the rich and powerful boss are HE

On the national highway, sirens blared.In the dark snow fog, the police car rushed into the urban area as if flying all the way.

Fang Chengyan's blood trickled out, and Song Zhi couldn't tell whether it was coming from his shoulders, chest or back.

The blood turned cold in the air, soaked through Song Zhi's coat, and then touched the skin coldly.

He hugged Fang Chengyan tightly, panicking.

In the emergency room.

The doctors immediately made a detailed examination of the seriously injured patient.

Fragments of the bomb pierced Fang Chengyan's chest, which could be called a fatal wound.In addition, ultrasound and CT examinations showed that there were more than ten metal fragments in his body.With the pacing of the heart and the flow of blood, there is a danger of moving in the body at any time, and the situation is quite urgent.

After a few minutes.

Fang Chengyan was sent to the operating room.

Song Zhichu was in the corridor outside the operating room, watching the door close and shut tightly.

The policemen who came from the end of the corridor wanted to take notes, but they were temporarily stopped by Xiang Bin who was on the side.

The Fang family also quickly received the news from the police and rushed to the hospital immediately.

On the white corridor of the hospital, they saw Song Zhi sitting outside, covered in blood, staring at the bright green light in front of the operating room in a daze.

Fang Changyun trotted over anxiously: "What happened?"

Song Zhi turned his head slowly like a slow motion replay.

Facing such a pair of blank and empty eyes, the old man also choked up.

Song Zhi really wanted to open his mouth to tell Fang Changyun what happened, but he opened his mouth slightly, but couldn't utter a word.

Panic congested in his throat for a moment, causing him to lose his voice. He opened his mouth for a few seconds, then gave up, and remained silent for a long time. Finally, only one sentence came out: "I'm sorry...Grandpa."

sorry……

Don't say that you are a sinner in your own family.

he looks like……

It seems like I'm going to be someone else's sinner again...

Fang Changyun knew that he was frightened, so he stopped asking.He twisted his brows into the word Chuan, and he was so anxious that he ran to ask the police, and only then did he know what was going on.

The old man stretched his head back and forth outside the operating room, he couldn't sit still, he walked back and forth in the corridor, seeing that Song Zhi was also covered in injuries, he told the other party: "I am here to guard."

"You go to the doctor, too!"

……

When the man woke up, it was already a week later, and there were only two days left before the Chinese New Year.

His heart was fine, but the surrounding vascular nerve tendons were ruptured. After the contaminated tissue was cleaned up by the doctor, he was stitched up again. Because the damaged area was too large, a drainage tube was implanted in his body.

So serious.

Fang Chengyan vaguely saw the surrounding environment.

He is in his bedroom.

But Song Zhi was standing in front of the sunny window with his back to the big bed, opening a window.

The other party turned around and saw him wake up, paused for a moment, then hurried over with concern: "Are you awake?"

Fang Chengyan lingered on the sick bed, his face was still pale and haggard with sickness, but when he opened his eyes and saw Song Zhi, he was very happy and couldn't help smiling at him.

"I'll call your grandpa."

"do not."

Song Zhi was held back.

Fang Chengyan looked at him with gentle eyes: "Stay a little longer."

His voice was still hoarse when he spoke, so Song Zhi fed him some water.Immediately afterwards, Song Zhi sat down silently beside the big bed, skillfully tucking the corner of his quilt.

Fang Chengyan asked, "Where's your injury?"

"It's almost done." Song Zhi said.

Compared with Fang Chengyan, what happened to him was not a big deal. After a week, all the bruises on his body had disappeared, and the cuts on his face and the wounds on his lips had all fallen off without leaving any scars.

Fang Chengyan checked him one by one, and after looking at his wrists, he wanted to sit up again and take a closer look at Song Zhi's face, but he just moved a little before he felt a burning pain in his heart.

"Don't move around!" Song Zhi hurriedly came to help him and raised the pillow.

"how do you feel?"

"It's okay." Fang Chengyan was sweating on his forehead, leaned on the pillow, stared at Song Zhi, spoke softly, and could see the joy in his mood.

——The little tea master has been taking care of him with all his heart during his coma.

Does that mean that they still have a chance to go back to the past?

"..."

The two looked at each other, and Song Zhi took the lead to withdraw his sight.

Obviously they were in trouble together and escaped from birth, but now they have nothing to say.

The short silence was quickly broken, and there was a conversation outside the bedroom door.

Song Zhi went to open the door and found that it was the medical team hired by Fang's family. The staff behind them were pushing some unknown medical equipment. The leading doctor told him, "It's time to clean the penetrating wound today."

Song Zhi was puzzled: "How to clean it?"

"Use it, punch it from the inside."

Song Zhi glanced at the machine, which said nano negative pressure debridement machine, but washed the wound from the inside out...he could almost immediately imagine the pain.

The attending doctor saw Song Zhi's expression was wrong, and told him: "The fragments stuck into the patient's body contain lead. If you don't wash it thoroughly, you may be poisoned by lead. If you recover well and don't have a fever, you don't need to wash it again. The patient Since he can wake up, it means that he is out of danger, but we must also take care of everything in the future."

"There is a drainage tube in the patient's body, and it is easy to reject and become inflamed."

"Also, watch out for lead poisoning."

After the doctor finished speaking, he hurriedly followed his assistant into the door.

Song Zhi stood where he was, his head was a little numb.

The door of the bedroom was closed afterward, and he stood two steps away from it, staring at the door closely, trying not to feel synesthesia, what kind of suffering the man was going through inside.

Rinse the wound that ran through his chest... Song Zhi clearly remembered that at the moment when the explosion sounded, he was covered under the man's body and saw a large blood flower blooming from the man's chest.If Fang Chengyan hadn't covered himself up, he might be the one who should bear the pain now.Thinking of this, Song Zhi felt more indebted to Fang Chengyan in his heart.

After an unknown amount of time, as the metal tool touched the medical tray, there was a crisp sound.

It's over.

The doctors came out one after another, and the leader took off his mask: "For the injuries on the abdomen and back, remember to take medicine in time."

Song Zhi nodded and walked in slowly.

The bedroom is simple and cool, with few furnishings, and a dark gray Italian-style bed in the middle.Fang Chengyan took off his shirt, red.Sitting half naked, bright red blood seeped from under the white bandages wrapped around his body.

Song Zhi looked at it wearily, but didn't dare to look again, as if if he looked at it one more time, he would feel more self-blame in his heart.

He didn't speak, he went to fetch the water, and when he came back, he tried his best to wipe off the fine sweat on the man's forehead with a wet towel.

He didn't dare to imagine what the wound looked like under the bandage, but Song Zhi knew that it must be shockingly bleak there.He had seen Fang Chengyan's abdominal and back injuries before. There were several bloodstains on his abdomen, and the wound on his back was taken out with tweezers and many fragments were taken out by the doctor.These few days Song Zhi was very worried, afraid that the man would catch inflammation and fever, so he simply became a nanny, staying by his side all day long, feeding and rubbing medicine for him.

Song Zhi picked up the medicine bottle for external use familiarly, pulled off the cap, and was about to rub his hands on the man's abdominal muscles like before, when he suddenly realized that the man was awake now:

"You come by yourself?"

The man looked at him and said in a low voice, "Wipe it off for me."

The little tea master gently smeared the medicine on the cotton swab, then moved closer, and then slightly lowered his body, leaning towards the man's abdominal muscles. He could closely observe the ups and downs of the muscles and the perfectly rounded arc.Although he has seen Fang Chengyan half naked many times, every time, the other party's figure is good enough to make people blush and heartbeat, especially now, the abrasions on the abdomen and bloody bandages make him full of battle-damaged beauty .

Song Zhiji was as gentle as possible, and concentrated on applying the ointment to a bloodstain in front of his eyes, but he suddenly couldn't ignore the compelling gaze above his head.

The man's arm was pushed back, fully showing the wound, making it easier for Song Zhi to approach.

He stared at Song Zhi's eyelashes, nose bridge and scarlet lips, raised his big hand, and gradually touched the back of Song Zhi's head gently.

The latter pretended not to care, and told him: "The doctor said, it will take another month for you to recover."

"After applying the medicine, I'll call the old man over later."

Fang Chengyan listened quietly, and moved his hands from the back of his head to his neck, and put his cheeks on his cheeks vaguely, gently stroking the smooth skin of his chin.

"Remember to drink water later."

"I still need to take traditional Chinese medicine. I will tell you to take the remaining pills. Just take it honestly."

Song Zhi kept talking about serious things, but Fang Chengyan obviously didn't listen. He touched the other person's hair and cheeks again and again, followed his gaze, and looked at him with innocent, expectant and longing eyes: "It doesn't matter."

Song Zhi fell silent, lowered his eyes, stared at the silk quilt, and whispered: "Thank you."

The man was a little helpless: "This sentence is even less important."

His big hand lingered on Song Zhi's chin, and was about to touch his lips.

As a result, Song Zhi avoided the side of his face and grabbed his hand: "Drink the medicine first."

Fang Chengyan stared at his back quietly and left, waiting for him to come back downstairs to fetch the medicine.

It was a bowl of bitter medicine.Even holding it, Song Zhi could smell a bitter taste.

After watching the man take a sip, he quickly took another spoonful of white sugar with a spoon and fed it into Fang Chengyan's mouth.

The medicine is not bitter but the sugar is too sweet.

Seeing the distressed look on the man's brow, Song Zhi thought he was suffering, pointed to the pile of western medicine on the bedside table, and said to him, "I still have to take a lot, is this enough?"

Fang Chengyan pursed his lips, the lingering sweetness still lingering in his mouth.He moved closer, stared at Song Zhi's lips, and wanted to kiss him: "Why don't you try it too, how much sugar did you put?"

Song Zhi threw the spoon into the sugar bowl with a "hanglang".

In the past few days, he was almost tortured to death by the self-blame in his heart. He felt ashamed when facing men, even when he entered their house and faced the old man, he felt ashamed.

Song Zhi said to the man with a serious face: "Fang Chengyan, I'm really, really, not in the mood right now!"

Fang Chengyan stopped moving.

Silently, he drank all the traditional Chinese medicine that Song Zhi handed over.

It is indeed a very bitter medicine, and the whole throat is astringent after drinking.

Song Zhi gradually restrained his sullen expression, and said, "Drink two more glasses of water."

After finishing speaking, he turned around to pick it up, so he didn't see how Fang Chengyan's anticipation gradually disappeared on his face, turning into the disappointment he suppressed as much as possible.

Today's sunshine is too good, the curtains are moving gently with the wind blowing, the air circulates quickly in the room, with a cold and fresh smell.Song Zhiming was standing in front of him, but it made people feel very far away.

Song Zhi came back and handed Fang Chengyan a cup filled with warm white water.

The man stared at the cup, rubbed his fingertips on it, and called him: "Song Zhi."

Fang Chengyan lowered his eyes, with a helpless sadness hidden in his voice:

"Can you, like me a little more?"

The author has something to say:

Lack of medical knowledge (?o?;;

Corrections are welcome.