The whole world thinks I still love him [Rebirth]

Fu Qing still had to invite the nurse back.

The uncle on the phone was still reluctant, "Is the young man with the dumb voice here? He's nagging, his voice is almost silent like smoking, why do you still have so many opinions?"

"He's outside, he won't go in." Fu Qing glanced at Cong Lie who was sitting on the bench in the corridor, and continued to discuss with the uncle, "We can give you double rewards, and you are mainly responsible for doing it before ten o'clock in the evening. Someone is here."

This time the uncle reluctantly agreed, said "OK" and hung up the phone.

Fu Qing walked up to Cong Lie, "Then why don't you just go back and rest, I can stay here until tomorrow morning, and my brother can come over to change shift tomorrow."

Cong Lie looked up at her, "Has the Yun family called?"

Fu Qing was a little embarrassed, "Yun Shu hit him twice secretly, and now he is being detained by his father, and he won't even let out the door."

"I didn't mean Yun Shu," Cong Lie blinked, "Didn't his father make a single call?"

"Yunji's father is like that, it's normal. My brother accompanied Yunji to the hospital many times when he was sick, and his father didn't care." Fu Qing sighed, "Don't think about it so much, go back and rest first."

"It's okay, I'll just sit here, I won't go in." Cong Lie lowered his head, staring at his palm, "Go in and watch him."

Fu Qing didn't have much to say, so she went back to the ward.

Not long after, the nurse came, and when he saw Cong Lie sitting at the door of the ward, he didn't even say hello, and walked away quickly, pursing his lips as if avoiding the plague.

Cong Lie was sitting in the corridor.

The inpatient department is much quieter than the outpatient department, especially at night, but from time to time, some hospital beds are pushed by family members, leaving a slight sound of pulleys.

There are large glass windows on the doors of the ward, and Cong Lie gets up from time to time to look inside.

Seeing Fu Qing and the uncle sitting quietly and staring at each other, he felt more at ease.

Because Yunji should have fallen asleep again.

After a while, Cong Lie saw two people getting up, and couldn't help sticking to the door tightly.

From his angle, he couldn't see the clouds on the hospital bed, and he wanted to push the door open but didn't dare.

It wasn't until the two people inside sat down again that his hooked heart could be put down again.

So back and forth, the sky soon dark.

The corridors of the inpatient department are not turned off 24 hours a day.

At night, Cong Lie was too anxious and couldn't sit still, so he just leaned against the wall outside.

He wore a mask and lowered his head. Occasionally, passers-by would look at him, and then they would walk away quickly, scared by his aura of not getting close to strangers.

When Fu Qing came out of the ward in the middle of the night, she saw that Cong Lie was still there, she was a little surprised, she turned her head and asked as she walked forward, "Why haven't you left yet? Didn't you come out earlier?"

Cong Lie didn't answer, but followed her all the way, "What's the matter? Is Yunji okay?"

"He's feeling a bit uncomfortable. He just rang the bell and no one answered. He must be rounding the room. I'll go to the nurse's station to ask." Fu Qing trotted all the way and brought a nurse back.

Cong Lie followed them back to the ward, standing quietly by the wall.

In the ward, only a very dim light was turned on. Yunji lay flat on the hospital bed, his eyes were closed, and his brows were slightly frowned, as if he was enduring the pain.

The nurse looked at Yunji's various signs, got up and said to Fu Qing, "It's not a big problem, it's still a normal recovery stage after surgery."

Fu Qing was a little worried, "Then how can he rest in such pain? Can he take some painkillers?"

The nurse continued to explain to her: "The pain reliever will be added tonight, but it cannot be used continuously at high concentrations. In fact, the postoperative pain of many pneumothorax patients has psychological factors. This may require some comfort and encouragement from the family members. After two days of extubation, he will recover soon."

Cong Lie forced himself to listen word for word beside him.

The nurse flipped through Yunji's bedside records again, "I didn't tell you until tomorrow, but let's talk about it today."

Fu Qing tensed up immediately, "What's wrong?"

"Don't be nervous, don't be nervous," the nurse smiled slightly, and said softly: "When the patient wakes up, he can instruct him to take a deep breath and cough up sputum, but because he has rib injuries at the same time, he must be light when he pats his back to avoid falling down. Pneumonia. Also, lying down for a long time may cause muscle soreness. If the patient's condition permits, it is better to do some mild functional recovery. In addition, the patient can eat semi-liquid food tomorrow. Because he has not eaten for a long time, the family members try to perform abdominal Massage aids digestion."

"It's so troublesome..." The nurse started to scratch his head. "I've never taken care of such a complicated one. I have to pat my back, cough up sputum, have to re-examine, and I have to rub my stomach..."

"Come out with me." Fu Qing saw Cong Lie pull the uncle out of the ward directly, and her mind buzzed.

She was less resistant to Cong Lie just now, but the psychological shadow he left on her was deeply rooted.

Fu Qing was really afraid that he would fight an old man in the hospital just because of such a few words.

Even though Cong Lie was untied from Han Hai as a singer, people still naturally put them together for discussion.

In the end, before she had time to go out to see it, the uncle had already returned shaking his head, "Young people nowadays really have a lot of spare money..."

When Fu Qing went out, the corridor was already empty.

She asked the uncle, but the uncle refused to say anything.

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Cong Lie went home, took a shower and took a nap. The next day, it was almost noon before he went out with food.

When he arrived at the hospital, Fu Qing had already left. In the ward, only the old man was sitting beside the bed listening to Shan Tianfang.

Seeing Cong Lie come in, the uncle pulled off the earphones, pointed to Yunji on the bed, and made a silent gesture, "Just fell asleep."

Cong Lie nodded, put on a mask and a nursing cap, and changed his coat with the uncle by the way, "You wait for me outside, and I will call you when I need it."

The uncle shook his head while putting on his coat, "You kids, you can really make a fuss..."

When his voice was slightly higher, Yunji frowned a little.

Cong Lie immediately held his hand and gently smoothed his chest.

After Yunji relaxed again, Cong Lie raised his head to ask the uncle to go out first.

Cong Lie knew that Yunji didn't want to see him.

He could also prevent Yunji from seeing him.

But Yunji has been ill since childhood and has no one to accompany him.

He was sick in his previous life, and he still said that kind of bastard talk to him.

Now that he is injured, it is impossible for Cong Lie to just let the nurse stay with him in the hospital.

As long as Yunji can feel more comfortable now, Cong Lie would rather let him blame himself in the future.

He can listen to Yunji's harsh words.

But even if he was killed, Cong Lie would never leave Yunji alone.

As for himself, it hurts to watch.

But he couldn't see it, it hurt him even more.

It was probably still uncomfortable in the chest, and Yunji didn't sleep very well.

Cong Lie has been watching by the bed, and when he sees him waking up a little bit, he gently strokes his arm to comfort him.

In the middle, he took a closer look at the injury on Yunji's side face.

The gauze that was pasted earlier has been removed today, and the wound is exposed outside.

The wound was not deep, but it was a bit long, extending from the base of the ear to the jaw, like a dark red fine line embedded in the jaw line, but it was actually not obvious.

Cong Lie stared at the wound for a while, then took a tube of gel to prevent scarring from the bedside.

According to the doctor's instructions, he dipped a little medicine on the clouded wound and rubbed it gently with a cotton swab until it covered the entire slender scar.

The nurse's advice worked well.

It seems that as long as he feels that there is someone by his side, Yunji can feel a little more stable.

Even when Cong Lie rubbed the medicine for him, he didn't wake up at all.

The nurse even came to teach Cong Lie to pat his back. Generally, patients should not be alarmed when they are asleep, but they should be patted every three hours in the middle, and they should wait until they wake up naturally after feeding.

When Yunji was patted on the back for the first time, the nurse was watching.

Cong Lie's movements were very light, but when his posture changed slightly, Yunji began to frown.

The nurse motioned him to continue, "Put your fingers together, keep your palms free, lightly, ten taps will do."

Cong Lie was not willing to pat hard at all, so he patted Yunji's back one by one, and comforted him in a low voice, "It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt, it won't hurt soon."

"It won't work like this," the nurse shook her head, "If it's easy to get stuck in his trachea, it will hurt a little. You don't want to slap your back, and you will suffer even more if it gets stuck."

She sighed, "Otherwise I'll take pictures for him."

"I'll do it." Cong Lie refused to let him touch him, and comforted him while patting him.

After taking a few shots, Yunji coughed, but luckily he didn't wake up.

The nurse handed him a tissue, "That's enough, take four to five shots during the day."

Cong Lie's eyes have been sour, but he has been enduring it.

But he couldn't bear it until Yunji was eating.

The doctor said that now I can only eat low-fat and high-protein.

He got up early in the morning to clean the egg yolk and fish bones, smashed the fish meat with a wall breaker, and steamed an egg white surimi soup.

In the end, Cong Lie added a drop or two of balsamic vinegar to the custard.

Firstly, he was worried that Yunji would find the smell of steamed eggs, and secondly, he was afraid that Yunji would recognize the smell of his cooking.

He was afraid that he would not eat it.

Yunji woke up at two o'clock in the afternoon, and his eyes were still not clear for the time being, so he greeted him as a nurse, "Hello."

His voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible if you didn't listen carefully.

Cong Lie nodded to him, opened the insulation box and took out the custard.

The insulated box worked great and the custard was still almost hot.

Cong Lie shook Yunji's bed slightly to make it easier for him to eat.

He sat by the bed, scooped up a spoonful of custard, let it cool slightly, and brought it to Yunji's mouth.

It could be seen that Yunji was trying very hard to eat, but he only took a small bite, but couldn't swallow it for a long time.

Cong Lie avoided his wound, slowly gave him comfort, and waited for him.

Yunji is too weak, and needs to rest for a while after taking a small bite.

As if afraid that he would find it troublesome, Yunji also said to him: "Otherwise I won't bother you, and I can eat by myself later."

He spoke slowly and without energy, almost as if he were sighing.

He couldn't see the inside of Cong Lie's mask, so naturally he didn't know that Cong Lie's tears had soaked the entire mask.

Cong Lie just shook his head, divided each spoonful into smaller portions, and fed them slowly drop by drop.

After eating only a thin layer of that bowl of surimi custard, Yunji was so tired that he fell asleep again.

When Yunji was awake, Cong Lie didn't dare to get too close to him, and only when he fell asleep did he protect his upper abdomen and rub gently.

Just as Yunji was able to open his mouth to eat, he was really afraid that he would feel even a little uncomfortable.

He was afraid that he would lose his appetite and refuse to eat in the future.

His mask was completely flooded, almost making him unable to breathe.

But Cong Lie still didn't dare to pick it.

Only when Yunji was fully asleep did he bring in the nurse at the door.

After waking up for the first time, it officially enters the recovery period, and nursing is more complicated than when it was in a continuous coma.

Yunji may wake up every few hours.

Every time he woke up, the nurse would ask him if he was hungry.

He is almost always not hungry, but the nurse will persuade him with the carelessness of his elders: "If you can eat, you should eat as much as possible. Wouldn't you suffer less if you recover earlier? Let me tell you, people are sick. When you are sick, the earth should revolve around you. If you are sick, you can ask more and eat more. Don’t worry about anything. And I saw that the sick meal brought to you by the meal delivery person today is so good, it smells like a glutton! Shall I have something to eat?"

Yunji nodded when he was energetic, and waited for another dumb young nurse to come in.

In fact, Yunji liked the young nurse a little more.

He makes people feel safe and quiet.

After waking up from a coma, he has been in a hazy state, looking at the outside world as if separated by a layer of water.

The uncle and Fu Qing chatted with him for a few days because he was afraid that he would be bored, and he appreciated it.

But he was actually very dizzy and had no desire to chat.

The quiet nurse was like someone who patted his back and rubbed his legs to feed him. He left after finishing his work without saying a word, and he didn't have extra contact with him.

His hands and feet are clean and quick, and he looks very professional at first glance.

He doesn't speak.

He doesn't smell of anything.

Even when supporting Yunji to pat his back, there was only the most necessary support.

A person like boiled water.

Every time I see him coming in, Yunji relaxes a lot and falls asleep more easily.

The only thing is that the nurse seems to have a bad nose, always wearing a mask, and always sniffling in the middle, which may be troubled by rhinitis.

But on the whole, he is a very responsible nurse, much more careful than the uncle with too loud voice.

Yunji lay on the bed for another two days, and gradually became more awake than drowsy.

Except for the occasional pain in his chest, he felt nothing too uncomfortable.

In particular, the sick meal that the young nurse brought over every day was really unexpectedly delicious, and almost all of them tasted like he had never tasted before.

After each meal, the young nurse would give him an abdominal massage, which was very comfortable.

Because he was only supported from behind, and the massage was also separated by the quilt.

After the initial resistance, Yunji quickly adapted.

In the past, Yunji was always sick, but rarely hospitalized.

Even in the hospital, I survived alone.

He was already used to it.

After walking through the gate of hell this time, Yunji changed a lot of his thoughts.

Just like the old man said, if you can enjoy the blessings, you will enjoy the blessings, and people will never force themselves to death.

Don't be idle and worry less, as long as you don't think deeply about many things, you will gradually lose sight of them.

Just follow the steps, he was too entangled before.

When Yunji could sit up, the nurse started to let him blow up balloons.

Ten every day, not one less.

Because the pain was a little bit strong, the hospital asked the nurse to supervise the whole process.

Every time Yunji blows, my chest hurts badly.

He always wants to give up halfway through blowing.

But in front of the nurses and nurses, and sometimes Fu Qing was also there, he was too embarrassed to call out the pain.

Fortunately, every time the young nurse waited for him to take a breath or two, he would rub his back to relax.

The male nurse who came today is a bit older, with a strict face and deep nasolabial folds.

When he saw the young nurse rubbing Yunji's back, he showed a look of disapproval, "The purpose of this balloon-blowing treatment is to inflate the lungs as quickly as possible. It won't be very effective if you take a breath and rest for a while."

Fu Qing also felt distressed, but the other party was a professional nurse, so she only dared to defend in a low voice: "Then his chest hurts now, he must take a rest."

"If you don't blow it, it won't hurt. Can the disease be cured?" The nurse curled her lips disapprovingly, "Young people nowadays are delicate."

"You..." Fu Qing's face turned cold immediately.

"It's okay, I'll play." Yunji doesn't care about anything now, he just doesn't want to hear people quarreling.

And it was such a small matter, he didn't care what the nurse said.

But his physical recovery may not be enough, after blowing twice in a row, his face turned a little pale.

The nurse next to him directly took the balloon in his hand and smoothed it bit by bit to protect his chest.

Yunji was so uncomfortable that he couldn't speak, he could only lean on the nurse's shoulder and wait for the pain to ease.

For some reason, he felt the nurse's body shaking slightly.

The nurse gave them a sideways look, "Blowing in such small breaths, when will I be able to..."

"As a medical staff, how do you say such things as coquettish to a patient?" Cong Lie covered Yunji with one hand and gently ran along his back, then turned and said to the nurse, "He's in pain, can't he take a rest? I I doubt your professionalism, what is your nurse number?"

His voice was not high and hoarse, but he spoke every word clearly.

The nurse saw that Yunji was only accompanied by a female family member, so she got impatient and urged her a few words, but she didn't expect such a big reaction from a nurse.

He was indeed at a loss, so he could only look for a step in his mouth, and his tone eased a lot, "Don't I also hope that he recovers soon? It's really useless to take a breath and rest."

"Then do you have the right to call him squeamish? Apologize," Cong Lie couldn't let go of that word, "or I'll complain."

The male nurse was a little impatient, but felt that the masked nurse was not easy to mess with, so she nodded slightly to Yunji, "I'm sorry."

After the nurse left, the ward was quiet.

Fu Qing felt that what she said now seemed inappropriate, so she went out without saying a word.

Cong Lie's mask hadn't been taken off yet, so he took a new balloon for Yunji, his voice could no longer be heard, "If it doesn't hurt, continue blowing."

Yunji looked at him for a while, then sighed, "Why are you doing this?"

Cong Lie was almost covered by the drenched mask and couldn't breathe, but he still stubbornly passed the balloon to Yunji, "I'll leave when you finish blowing it up."

Yunji raised his hand to loosen the mask strap on one side of him, "You have been guarding here these two days?"

Cong Lie wiped his face with his palm, and refused to admit it, "No, I just came here today."

Yunji shook his head, "You said you would stop pestering me, and you will do what you say."

"I can't..." Cong Lie answered halfway through gritted teeth, and quickly glanced at Yunji's face, "It's all my fault that you were hospitalized this time. I only take care of you, and I don't do much or say much ,OK?"

"Cong Lie," Yunji pursed his lips slightly and shook his head, "We agreed."

The balloons in Cong Lie's hands became wet.

He lowered his head and changed one, "Can you blow up the balloon first? Don't worry about me, just pretend I'm not here, and I'll leave after you finish blowing up."

Yunji was silent for a while, and slowly blew up a few balloons.

He was still mentally weak, and he was so tired that he didn't even have the strength to hurt after blowing.

Cong Lie patted him on the back skillfully, shaking like he was the one who was in pain, not Yunji.

He was so tense that he didn't dare to shed tears, and when he supported Yunji to lie down, he really put on his mask again and went out quietly.

Fu Qing leaned on the corridor with folded arms, "I'll tell you that I can't hide it from him."

When Cong Lie was changing shifts with the uncle, Fu Qing bumped into her, she was a little surprised.

But it's true that no one cared more about Yunji than Cong Lie, and she didn't feel at ease to hand it over to the nurse, so she acquiesced at that time.

It was daytime, the sunlight in the corridor was very bright, and people were coming and going.

Some family members are drying their freshly washed clothes at the end of the corridor.

Many family members are helping the patient for a walk.

Cong Lie's eyes were covered with red blood.

But there was not much expression on his face.

He stood quietly at the door, like a statue.

After waiting for about 5 minutes, Cong Lie suddenly asked Fu Qing: "Can you help me go in and have a look?"

"What are you looking at?" Fu Qing looked at him helplessly.

"Tell me when he falls asleep." Cong Lie lowered his head, his voice was a little incoherent.

Fu Qing sighed, "Aren't you going?"

"If he's not asleep, I won't go in first, but he will feel uncomfortable in his chest just after blowing up the balloon. If he falls asleep, someone will give him a back."

Cong Lie's calm voice did not fluctuate in the slightest.

But Fu Qing didn't dare to look into his eyes again.

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The author has something to say:

For postoperative care, please refer to the "Postoperative Precautions for Thoracic Surgery" of Peking University Third Hospital Haidian Campus.

In addition, I recently scanned a very interesting sweet article on the rebirth of the entertainment industry, and I recommend it to everyone~

"After I came back from wearing a book, I became popular"

The hot guy is on the trending search again! ! !

#Wen Yiyao subdues subway salty trotters

#Wen Yiyao assisted the police in capturing the knife-wielding gangster

#文伊远 rushed into the fire and rescued the eighty-year-old lady and her four cats

Both star-chasers and non-star-chasers have recently heard about this name.

Not only because he's always on the news channels, but because people find out—

Wen Yiyao, who was once ridiculed all over the Internet, turned out to be an all-round decathlon in horse riding, archery, knives, guns and guns. His acting skills exploded and beat rival actors. All aspects are remarkable.

The opponent couldn't find any black material, so he issued a draft saying that Wen Yiyao's big change in temperament was a design, and sooner or later the house would collapse

However, Wen Yiyao shrugged:

What character set up?

He just wore books for many years, and he finally wore them back recently.

After going through several worlds such as court plots, battles between immortals and demons, and StarCraft, Wen Yiyao now sees everything as a small scene

Regardless of whether you have money, power or resources, all living beings are equal before him.

No one dared to provoke him, even the professional trolls said: "You will need to pay more for Wen Yiyao's order."

Until, in the variety show live broadcast, Wen Yiyao was frequently provoked by his opponents, breaking the bottom line was unbearable, and a fight was imminent

Three barrages of passion:

[High-energy warning, 11 is rolling up his sleeves! 】

[11 fuck him——]

[Wen Yiyao, come on, I won't watch Rule of Law Online without you tonight]

However, in the next second, Wen Yiyao, who was furious, was pulled into his arms with one hand by the actor next to him, Lu Juanzhou.

After avoiding the camera for half a minute, Wen Yiyao reappeared with red ears and responded to the barrage:

"Fight? How could it be? Everyone here today is my good friend Wen Yiyao."

【Love before wearing a book】

Wen Yiyao traveled through the years in the book and found that every world has a villain who looks exactly like his idol Lu Jinzhou.

A small fan who has been chasing stars for many years loves the house and black, so he served the regent who failed in the rebellion, dug a new grave for the distraught demon after the thunder disaster, and sent blessing messages to the tyrant of prey who has no father, mother and no friends.

Wen Yiyao didn't know that after he finished the mission and left, the blackened villain who planned to kill the protagonist suddenly decided not to destroy the world.

Villain System: Excuse me, why are you planning to continue the mission? [Curiosity and trembling.jpg]

Lu Jinzhou smiled: Go back and find someone.