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Consciousness was sluggish, and Meng Yi felt like he was constantly falling in the darkness.

The upper body seemed to be scorched by a fire, especially the side neck covered with rashes, which was hot and painful.

However, his lower body seemed to have been soaked in water for a long time, and his legs were wrapped in wet cloth, so he couldn't lift them up.

In a daze, it seemed that someone was talking in his ear, and carefully identified it should be Chen Lin's voice.

"What disease? What does he lack? He lacks nothing!"

"I'm fucking warning you to speak responsibly! My buddy is a decent person! He didn't get any injections or drugs! Why are you fucking hungry and thirsty! You're making a movie!"

"If you don't, you have to die... die! Die! He's been fine for more than ten years, why did he die as soon as he arrived at your hospital?!"

This was the last sentence Meng Yi heard before he completely fell into a coma.

When I opened my eyes again, I saw the ceiling was all white, and there was a dripping bottle. Chen Lin was squatting in front of the window of the ward with his back facing him, dejected like a dead father.

Meng Yi's heart skipped a beat, and he subconsciously felt that he might be suffering from some terminal illness, otherwise the two hundred and five wouldn't have died like this.

But he moved his fingers, and found that the hot and dry body that lasted all day yesterday had completely disappeared, his body was comfortable, his mind was clear, and there was no other discomfort except that his neck was still itchy.

Could it be a return photo before dying?

"Meng'er! You finally woke up!"

Chen Lin stood up abruptly, and laughed heartily, but soon lost face, with her mouth curled like a donkey.

"Let's go! Hurry up, you can't stay in this prodigal hospital for a minute, they are all fucking charlatans!" He supported Meng Yi's back and was about to help him up.

Meng Yi was still confused, "What's wrong? What did the doctor say? What's wrong with me?"

"Oh, you don't have any illnesses! It's just that you have been single for too long and lack nourishment. I will find you a partner tomorrow, and I will guarantee that the medicine will cure you!"

Just as he finished speaking, he was interrupted by the sound of the door opening. A doctor in a white coat walked in with his medical records, followed by a group of experts who were not young.

"Wake up, Mr. Meng, is there any discomfort in your body now?"

Before Meng Yi could speak, Chen Lin became impatient, "Why are you here again? It's endless, right? Let me tell you that we don't have any illnesses, so we don't have time to listen to your nonsense!"

"Chen Lin!"

Meng Yi called him to stop, raised his hand and snored on his head, trying to comfort him, "Calm down, Dr. Xu has consulted me for many years, and he knows my body better than myself, so he won't misdiagnose me. "

Too lazy to talk to the doctor, Chen Lin glared angrily, and waved to Meng Yi, "Okay, listen, listen to how capable they are."

Meng Yi raised his hand to hold him down, while he leaned lazily on the head of the bed as if he had no bones, motioning for the doctor to start.

"Mr. Meng, the situation is a bit complicated, so I won't go around in circles with you."

The doctor first gave him a stack of test sheets, pointed to a series of complicated chemical formulas on it, and said: "You were weak when you were young, and you lacked this hormone in the pituitary gland for a long time. Since it does not affect your life, we have always adopted conservative treatment. "

"But during your coma, we took your blood three times for testing, and found that the hormone content in your body fluids is decreasing sharply, which is also the main reason for your sudden fainting."

Meng Yi blinked in surprise, "Why did it decrease?"

"Recall if you have any discomfort in your body recently, and when did the symptoms of discomfort start?"

"If it's uncomfortable...it's really uncomfortable."

He squeezed his lower lip and recalled obediently: "It's been about two or three months. I have a bad appetite recently, and I always have insomnia and night sweats at night. Especially yesterday, I was hot all day long. Here! There is a red spot on my neck. , especially itchy."

"That's right."

The doctor pressed on his rash and said: "Although your pituitary gland lacks this hormone, it can barely maintain a state of balance between supply and demand, but recently this balance has suddenly been broken. The induction of special smells or liquids from the outside leads to rapid metabolism of hormones."

"Rapid metabolism?"

Meng Yi grimaced, thinking that this hormone is too ignorant, and he did it without even saying hello, "How fast can it be, the supply is in short supply?"

The doctor hummed, "This possibility is very high."

Meng Yi was stunned, his head went blank, and a thin layer of sweat leaked from his palms. Although he knew nothing about medicine, he could tell from Chen Lin's expression like he had eaten shit that this was not a trivial matter.

"What will happen if the supply exceeds the demand? I will be hot like yesterday, get a rash, and then faint suddenly?"

"It's just a mild symptom."

The doctor said solemnly: "If it is serious, you may have difficulty breathing, depressed mood, sharp loss of appetite, and even shock."

"Shock...then I'm not far from death?"

"No, no, it hasn't reached that point yet." The doctor waved his hands repeatedly: "We guess that your body is induced by the outside world to develop disease, and this induction may become a turning point."

"Turning opportunity?" Meng Yi rolled his eyes, and hope was rekindled: "You mean I still have help?"

"Yes, this is where the condition is complicated. We need to confirm as soon as possible what substance induces the reduction of hormones in your body, so that we can formulate the next step of treatment."

"Recall carefully whether you have been exposed to special foods, smells, or even strangers during the period when you were feeling unwell."

Meng Yi took a few deep breaths and began to think hard: "I didn't eat anything special, I don't have a good appetite recently, I haven't touched the smell, strangers..."

With a numb scalp, Meng Yi suddenly remembered yesterday morning.

Damn it, that drop of blood!

He smelled Fu Juehan's blood and felt it was delicious, and then he started to lose control for no reason, his whole body was hot and dizzy, and even the loss of appetite at the very beginning was from the night when he first met Fu Juehan three months ago!

There were rumbles in his head, as if there were countless bees whispering in his ears, Meng Yi raised his head, and asked the doctor uncertainly: "It is true that I have those symptoms since I met a friend, but I am not sure if it is because of him. I smelled his blood yesterday morning, and I've been sick all day since, not only passed out, but... and..."

Seeing that he hesitated for a long time and couldn't speak, the doctor urged anxiously: "Are there any more serious symptoms?"

Chen Lin also jumped anxiously, "Fuck it, Meng'er! You're still shy at what time, what's the matter!"

With his eyes closed, Meng Yi blushed and roared in a low voice: "I also got my pants wet..."

As soon as the voice fell, the ward was instantly quiet.

Meng Yi didn't have the face to look at Chen Lin, he hung his head and said nothing, his little fluffy curly hair wanted to get stuck in the quilt.

Unexpectedly, Chen Lin covered his mouth and looked dumbfounded, "Your illness has gotten out of control to the point of peeing your pants?!"

Meng Yi: "..."

Meng Yi: "Shut up, you! It's not peeing your pants...it's..."

He couldn't say anything, he raised his eyes and asked the doctor for help, the latter understood immediately, and asked him about other illnesses that occurred after he came into contact with Fu Juehan, and then left with the expert team.

About two hours later, the doctor came in with the medical certificate. Even though Meng Yi had calmed down a lot, he still couldn't help knocking over the instant noodles that Chen Lin was eating.

"Hormonal deficiency?!"

With very limited medical knowledge, and his mind filled with the image of himself pounced on Fu Juehan like a wolf, Meng's entire face turned red, and he focused all his attention on the last three words.

"Doctor..." His voice was muffled in his throat, annoyed and embarrassed: "I, am I really so lacking?"

The doctor smiled kindly, "Currently, the treatment plan we have given requires you to exchange hormones with that friend regularly, Mr. Meng. He compensates, and you ingest them to compensate for the loss. The frequency should not be less than once every three days."

"Wait a minute!"

A row of question marks flashed across Meng Yi's head, and he stuttered, "What do you mean he compensates me for what I ingest, how to make up for it, how to ingest it..."

"Ah, this hormone exists in large quantities in body fluids, and it will be quickly inactivated once it is separated from the body. You can ingest the active hormone through physical methods."

Like a thunderclap on the ground, Meng Yi was stunned. He tried his best to scrape the remaining biological knowledge in his head, and tried with the last hope: "Body fluid refers to intracellular fluid and extracellular fluid. .....?"

The doctor shook his head. "It's sweat, blood, saliva and—"

"Fuck! This fucking..."

"Aren't you playing with me!" His cheeks flushed, and he almost jumped up on the spot, "Are you asking me to suck his... all kinds of fluids from him?!"

"You fucking want to suck fresh ones?!"

The doctor was also a little embarrassed, "Although this sounds unbelievable, it is indeed the only treatment we can give at present. Since it is your friend, you can tell him this situation and ask him to come to the hospital to draw blood. We will try our best to help you." You make a potion that will not be inactivated."

"Wait, doctor," Meng Yi rubbed his face, his eyes were full of embarrassment, and he flicked his fingers in the air in embarrassment: "But I just smelled him... that's it, you still let him I'll just drink it...then I have to...don't change that..."

The doctor pushed his glasses, and dared not say enough: "We guess this is one of the side effects. Since there are no similar cases in China, we can't make a conclusion yet. I suggest you come to the hospital for reexamination after a while."

"Then how do I ingest his...all kinds of fluids?" Meng Yibian pouted his mouth and picked the hospital gown with his fingers awkwardly, "How do I know which method is effective."

"Blood transfusion, kissing with exchanging saliva, prolonged skin-to-skin contact while the other party is sweating profusely, and..." The doctor suddenly cleared his throat, with an unnatural expression: "Not after intimacy. Sex. Acts." To clean up—”

"Stop! Stop, stop, stop!" Meng Yi exploded on the spot in embarrassment, crossing his chest with both hands: "Forget it! It's dead! Impossible! I'm going to die! Die outside! Jump from Wangjiang! I can't even do that with him!"

He turned around angrily and lay down on the bed, stuffing himself under the quilt.

I was so worried that my head drooped.

this fucking...

What's the matter...

This treatment method is not only outrageous, but also has no operability. How can he talk to others?

Boss Fu, can you let me draw some blood?The kind that you can drink tons of tons...

Boss Fu, can you let me kiss you?The kind that flows halazi...

Boss Fu, can you give me a sticker?The kind that sticks together with sweat...

Damn it, Meng Yi could imagine how stinky Fu Juehan's face would be with his toes, maybe he would treat him as a pervert.

That morning, he just fell ill and said a few hooligan words to him, and he was almost pushed on the table and beaten. If he dared to be so presumptuous, wouldn't Fu Juehan beat his ass to swell?

Don't dare to think. Don't dare to think.

Meng Yi sat in the car aggrieved, feeling sad for a moment, even the little curly hair collapsed and drooped, as if there was a mushroom cloud floating above his head, locking onto him and raining sporadically.

Chen Lin made indirect remarks several times, and asked him who the person who induced his disease was.

He was exhausted physically and mentally, and he didn't have the mood to tease others, so he uttered a few words listlessly with the seat on his head: "Fu Juehan."

"Fu what?" Chen Lin almost jumped up from the car seat, "You mean that Boss Wangjiang???!!!"

Chen Lin's expression was off the mark, and he stared ahead like a roe deer.

He suddenly thought of the novel he was chasing recently on Weibo. The protagonists in it were not only two men, but they didn’t even have names. They were all replaced by the three letters ABO, but that O would come every month like an aunt. What period, isn't it Meng Yi's symptom!

Hot all over, wet pants, uncontrollable and unable to stop, this is exactly the same as hell!

He looked at his own hair with a sad face, seeing him with his head down pitifully, pinching the stick of the lollipop with his slender fingers and turning it around twice, his red lips containing pear ginkgo candy were full, and he could vaguely see the looming tip of the tongue.

Isn't this the standard delicate O in the novel, and occasionally when the temper comes up, a fierce stare can arouse others' desire to abuse.

Comparing to Boss Wangjiang's tough guy physique who beats up movie stars every minute, I'm sure I'll be eaten to death by myself!

He grabbed Meng Yi's hand with a groan, and was devastated: "Meng'er! Can Fu Juehan let you be number one?!"

The author says:

I can't, Boa.

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Meng Baoer: Boss Fu, can you give me a hug?The sticky kind, huh?

Other objects: I am so happy.