[Comprehensive Korean Drama] Attack!Male match!

When I opened my eyes again, the first thing I saw was the dazzling pure white, and then the faint smell of disinfectant water lingered in my nose.

This is, the hospital?

Struggling to sit up, but his arms had no strength at all, and he fell back again as soon as he got up a little bit, and the dizziness that followed made him moan softly and groan, "Oh!"

"Don't move!" Ferlanant's voice was almost at the same time as Zhengyu's falling movement. He quickly reached out his hand and managed to catch Zhengyu's back a second before it touched the bed.

"Ferlanant?" Zheng Yu, who was weak all over, could only allow the other party to push him back and put him back in place. When he opened his mouth, he realized that his voice was very hoarse, and his throat hurt like hell, burning like fire.I don't know if it's the pain and numbness or what, but the stomach has completely lost feeling at this time.

Ferranante's face was dark. Hearing this, he just snorted coldly, pressed the beeper on the bedside, and said to the nurse who came in later, "Change the medicine."

The young female nurse also seemed to be intimidated by the coolness emanating from his body, she didn't dare to look this way, she quickly helped Zhengyu change a bottle of medicine, and then adjusted the speed of dripping , and then ran out with a whoosh.

At this moment, Zhengyu's mind is like a pot of porridge boiled, and he can't remember anything, but his IQ is still there. Just by looking at Ferranant's expression, it can be inferred that something must have happened. Some things that make him not very happy, and the cause of the matter is probably related to himself.

"That, Ferlanant?" Seeing that Ferlanant was about to go out after helping himself to tuck the quilt again, Zhengyu was also in a hurry. He gritted his teeth and straightened his body, grabbing his sleeve, "Fira Nantes, cough cough!"

"Lie back!" Ferranant really said, but the black air on his body seemed to be heavier.

Zheng Yu tugged at the corners of his mouth with difficulty, showing an expression that couldn't be compared to a smile, and lay back obediently.He was indeed exhausted, and the moment just now was a supernatural performance in a hurry, but his fingers still firmly hooked Ferranant's clothes corner, "Don't go, why am I here?"

Ferranante gave him a hard look, "Want to know?"

Zhengyu nodded.

Ferranante took a list on the table, and read blankly, "Persistent low-grade fever, low blood pressure, oh, look, gastric ulcer, great, the doctor said that as long as you persist for a while, gastric bleeding It's definitely not a dream, oh, and, it should be a nervous spasm caused by too much pressure."

The master's irrepressible anger was revealed without any hindrance in the calm voice, and along with the memory slowly returning, Zheng Yu shrank her neck when she heard a sentence, and finally the whole person was about to get under the quilt.

After reading everything, Ferranant threw the paper away with a stern face, and looked down at Zhengyu coldly, "Also, I'm very interested in recommending you to chat with Attilo on Twitter."

"Push, why are you pushing?" Zheng Yu didn't react for a while, but finally became agitated after a while, "I don't want to see a psychiatrist!"

Ferranant continued to remain expressionless, "It's a counselor."

"It's all the same!" Zheng Yu said bitterly, "I'm not sick." Those ghostly consultants are said to be able to hypnotize them, if they catch me dying once, they will be mad!

Ferranante gave him a distrustful look, "Really?"

Zheng Yu nodded vigorously. He was already dizzy, but now his eyes were full of stares, as if the blood in his whole body was rushing to the top of his head, and it might explode at any moment.

In the end, Ferranant couldn't stand it any longer. He held him down and sighed, "Relax."

This thumping made the little bit of strength that Zhengyu had accumulated with great difficulty quickly exhausted, but he still refused to let go, "I"

"Okay, don't go." Ferranant said helplessly, "Zhengyu, I hope you understand that I don't want anything to happen to you."

The concern and worry in the other party's eyes cannot be ignored, Zheng Yu finally let go of his hand slowly, nodded, "Yes." After a while, he said again, "Thank you, Ferranante."

Ferranante sighed, and stretched out his hand to brush Zhengyu's hair behind his ears after some movement, with a gentle expression that could almost drown someone.His voice was as low as ever, and what was different from the past was that today he still had a little bit of fear, "Zheng Yu, you will never know what it was like when I saw you curled up in the corner alone. Feeling."

The heat from the other party's fingers came continuously, and the handsome face was close at hand. Zhengyu was stunned for a while, blinking, unable to grasp the point, "Uh, am I really that miserable?"

Ferranante couldn't help chuckling, looking at Zhengyu's expression helplessly and angry, "Well, it's worse than what I said." After speaking, he looked at him very seriously, with a firm tone that could not be refuted, " If you're not happy, tell me."

Zheng Yu was stunned for a moment, hesitated again and again, and nodded with difficulty.

Ferranant smiled lightly and shook his head, still with that angry but helpless expression, "But you can't, right?"

Zhengyu, who had been exposed, was embarrassed for a while, cast his eyes wildly, and said to him from left to right, "When will I be discharged from the hospital?"

Ferranant snorted coldly, and once again showed that chilling expression, without speaking, just quietly looking down at Zhengyu.

Originally looking down on this kind of perspective, there is a unique sense of superiority, and what is even more unfortunate is that Ferranante himself belongs to that kind, and in a state of unrestraint, he can definitely scare normal people with his momentum alone. Crazy Diablo faction, so the result can be imagined.

So Zhengyu had the first experience of being hospitalized in his life, and Ferente, who returned from the academic exchange half a week later, even ran all the way over, his grief-stricken appearance made it impossible to look directly at him.

The dusty old man did not speak, just sat quietly on the large sofa in the VIP ward, held a coffee cup but did not bring it to his lips, sighed one after another, and looked at the bleak winter landscape outside the window alone , with the same gloomy expression as the low sky outside, with a remorseful and melancholy expression, just like an old gentleman of the medieval blue school.

Zheng Yu, who was no longer seriously ill but was still required to be hospitalized for three days of observation, was sitting on pins and needles, wearing a hospital gown, constantly changing angles in front of him, begging for attention, but the old gentleman was still as sad as before, and he refused to separate half of his eyes Come here, wait until the coffee gets cold and change the second cup, then sighed heavily, and said sadly to Ferranante who was busy with business but insisted on coming and standing for at least an hour every day, "Filler, oh God, I'm guilty , I'm really not a good elder."

[Zheng Yu couldn't help complaining every day. In fact, he insisted that Ferranant was here to monitor him and prevent him from escaping from the hospital, but this is simply impossible!Because at any time, there will always be a group of three men in black guarding the door!Zhengyu once argued with Ferranante on this point, he thought it seriously damaged his human rights, but all he got was the cold eyes of the other party, and the worried appearance of the old gentleman who blamed himself more and more]

Zhengyu was about to cry, but couldn't stop repeating the lines that he had almost uttered in the past few days, "I'm sorry Ferente, I shouldn't have disobeyed your instructions and didn't eat on time, er, what's more, I shouldn't have eaten on time rest."

Ferranant curled the corners of his lips coldly, adding fuel to the flames unhurriedly, "Oh, of course, of course you can, and you can ignore any friends, alone, alone, desolately and sadly curled up in a certain place. A dark and gloomy corner, quietly dying, great."

Ferente sobbed shortly, wiped the corners of his eyes that were dry at all, and said sadly, "Don't talk about Ferret, it's nothing, I'm just a sad old man who spent the rest of his miserable life alone, Oh, maybe it's been a few years, oh, you don't need to sympathize or pity me, this is God's will." He said and pretended to draw a sign of the cross on his chest.

Opened his mouth several times but couldn't speak, finally Zhengyu scratched his hair in frustration, and wailed helplessly, "I know I was wrong, what exactly do you want from me to be satisfied?!"

Ferranant looked at him without any emotion, and said calmly and objectively, "It doesn't matter if the others are satisfied or not, Zheng Yu, I think you understand?"

Zhengyu opened his mouth, and finally lowered his head slowly, with a muffled voice, like a child who has done something wrong and finally knows where he went wrong, "I'm sorry, I will definitely eat on time and sleep well in the future, you guys, don't ignore me Me." The last sentence has already brought a slight nasal sound.

Zhengyu was afraid, he was really afraid, the special silence in the hospital, especially at night, the deathly silence that cannot be described by human language, directly evoked the dark emotions buried in his heart , almost drove him crazy.The only two people who would appear here ignored him as if they had agreed upon it. Zheng Yu felt that if things went on like this, he really had to make an appointment with that Tui Luo.

Ferrante is the elder in his heart, and although Ferrante has not known him for a long time, he has already been classified as a trustworthy friend. He really does not want to lose them, so lonely and lonely , Zheng Yu really didn't want to experience it again.

"Good." With a soft sigh, Ferranant stepped forward, kissed his forehead, and patted his back lightly.

Still not used to this kind of concern, Zheng Yu subconsciously wanted to retreat, but Ferranante's arm was quite strong, and he had to admit that he actually did not reject his behavior.

Very warm and reassuring.

If someone sincerely helps and cares about him, it would be too hypocritical for him to refuse bluntly, right?

So, after a brief struggle, Zheng Yu generously accepted the kindness from the other party.

Looking at these two people, Ferente sighed slightly with complicated eyes. He put down his cup and opened his arms to Zhengyu, "My poor child."

"Ferente." Zhengyu was familiar with hugging Ferente, and this time he rubbed the other's neck with sincerity, just like a real junior.

Ferente squeezed his arm distressedly, and shook his head, "Are you going to envy those ladies who grow fat after drinking water?"

Zheng Yu burst out laughing, looked up at the almost substantive worry in the old man's eyes, noticed the never-leaving gaze behind him, and promised with unprecedented earnestness, "I will definitely eat well in the future!"

After a moment of silence in the ward, Ferente and Ferrante looked at each other and shook their heads tacitly, "It's worrying."

Zhengyu: O__O"...