Black Heart Tangyuan Edible Guide

The doctor glanced at him: "Are you a family member of the patient?"

Xia Tian nodded quickly: "I am him...brother-in-law, you tell me first, so I have a solid foundation in my heart."

The doctor was the one who treated Fang Zhimo for a long time. He had never heard of Fang Zhimo having a sister.

He looked at him suspiciously, but didn't try to expose it: "Life is fine. It's just that the patient's long-term blood transfusion has caused high iron levels, and he needs to be treated with iron removal."

Xia Tian didn't know what it was, so he could only nod his head and said: "Please, we will cooperate with any treatment, just ask the doctor to save his life."

The doctor smiled and said, "It's useless whether I keep him or not. It all depends on his own good fortune. He has recovered well. He used to have a blood transfusion once a quarter, but now his body is in good condition. It won't happen once in a few years. Based on his typical case, I have already published two SCI articles. Therefore, no one wants him to live a good life more than me, you guys, don't worry."

Seeing the doctor's smile, Xia Tian's hanging heart immediately relaxed a lot, turned around and entered the ward.

As soon as I entered, oh, the small room was full of people.

Tan Yuan and Tan Xiaobo also arrived, comforting Cheng Du in a low voice, while Cheng Du sat on the small stool by the bed and watched silently, without saying a word, his expression was like that of a dead father.

No, he might not be in such pain after his father died.

Xia Tian already had a bottom line in his heart, but the mountains and rivers were not visible on his face, so he walked to the hospital bed with a sullen face.

Fang Ruohan stood by the bed, with red eye circles, saw Xia Tian coming in, quickly pulled him aside, and asked in a low voice, "How is it?"

Xia Tian did not speak, only sighed deeply.

With this sigh, everyone present was completely taken aback.

Xia Tian turned around slowly, beckoning to everyone with a heavy expression: "Let's all go out, give the young couple some time."

As soon as these words came out, everyone froze in place, even Tan Xiaobo, who was still nagging and comforting Cheng Du just now, stopped making noise and looked up at Xia Tian.

Xia Tian hugged Fang Ruohan's shoulders, half comforting and half forcing him out, and finally said to Cheng Du: "Say something to make him happy, maybe he will wake up, ah."

After everyone left, the ward fell silent.

Cheng Du sat by the bed, quietly looking at the pale, shapeless person on the bed.

The eyelashes were gently closed like that, and the breathing was so weak that it seemed that he couldn't see it. A terrible thought suddenly flashed in Cheng Du's mind, and he couldn't help reaching out his hand and touching his face.

His face was a little cold, but fortunately it was very soft, not the stiffness of a dead thing.

Cheng Du breathed a sigh of relief, and stretched out his hand to hold the hand that was being infused, but when he came to the side, he barely stopped.

He withdrew his hand and called out in a low voice, "Fang Zhimo."

The eyelashes of the person on the bed trembled, and soon stopped moving again.

The deathly silence in the ward made one's hair stand on end. Cheng Du panicked, reached out and brushed a strand of hair sticking to Fang Zhimo's face, and called out again: "Fang Zhimo."

This time, even the eyelashes refused to respond to him. Except for the infusion machine and the heartbeat monitor, there was nothing active in the ward.

Cheng Du became more and more panicked, it seemed that every time he called this name, he got a response, and this feeling of not getting a response made him completely panic.

"Fang Zhimo, wake up."

Cheng Du raised his head, looked at his pale side face, and said in a low voice, "Wake up, I have something to ask you."

Still no response.

Cheng Du suddenly felt sad, and rubbed his sore eyes: "Wake up, please? Don't have an accident, please? I beg you, please wake up?"

The person on the bed was still breathing weakly, but if Cheng Du was careful enough, he would find that Fang Zhimo's fingers moved towards him quietly, as if he was not satisfied with his leaving.

It's a pity that Cheng Du focused all his attention on the micro-expression of the person in front of him, only looking forward to the slightest change in his facial muscles, but missed this obvious small detail.

"Fang Zhimo, please wake up, please don't have an accident, and don't have an accident because of me, okay?"

Cheng Du was annoyed in his heart, and he was even more unwilling to believe that a person who was... still like that last night, was lying on the hospital bed so angry today, and it was because of his own fault.

Cheng Du took out the photo from the bedside table from his arms, stroked the little figure on it, and murmured, "These two kids are us, right?"

No one responded.

"Where is this pool?"

"Back then... what happened? I can't remember anything..."

Cheng Du rubbed his eyes, then moved his gaze to Fang Zhimo's face.

"Actually, you have already made up this plan at the class reunion, right?"

"You're serious about asking me to date you, right?"

"You...you have liked me since elementary school, isn't that right?"

"Fang Zhimo, speak up."

His vision was completely blurred, Cheng Du simply took off his glasses and covered his face.

"It's all my fault, I shouldn't provoke you, I shouldn't go back to City B, I shouldn't have entered Qichu, and I shouldn't..."

Cheng Du couldn't continue.

Now, all he had left was annoyance and regret. This kind of useless annoyance lingered in his heart, making people feel even more helpless.

The man in front of him was lying here because of him, but he couldn't do anything. This feeling of guilt and powerlessness was going to drive him crazy.

If possible, he hopes that the time can be turned back to this morning, and if possible, he hopes that the person lying here is himself.

"Fang Zhimo, wake up, I don't care what means you use, and I don't want to care what your purpose is, I just ask you to wake up, as long as you are willing to wake up, I can do anything... ..."

Cheng Du pushed away the small stool and sat on the edge of the bed, tremblingly touching his pale cheek.

He is no longer afraid.

What right does he have to be afraid of him, what right is he to be afraid of a person who has liked him for more than 20 years and has been waiting for him for more than 20 years?

No, it's not a question of eligibility.

Cheng Du gently stroked the slightly cool cheek of the person in front of him, feeling the skin there gradually becoming warm due to his touch.

It was an indescribable, strange feeling.

Maybe it's Stockholm Syndrome.

Big tears hit Fang Zhimo's face, warm fingers touched his lips, a soft breath brushed his cheeks, Fang Zhimo received an unexpected kiss.

This kiss was like a breeze blowing across the earth, and like a dragonfly touching a pool of water, it was too light and soft, it made people tremble and at the same time felt that it was not enjoyable enough.

When Cheng Du was about to look up and leave, he was dragged onto the bed by a strong force.

The VIP bed is quite wide, even if two men with long hands and long legs roll together, there is no pressure.

It was impossible to raise his head, Cheng Du's back of his head was held down by a big hand, and a kiss came over without warning, covering his lips.

This kiss was completely different from the previous two drunken ones, gentle, restrained, and without any trace of indulgent lust.

It's like lovers who share their hearts with each other.

"you're awake?"

Cheng Du propped himself up in disbelief, staring at those deep eyes, as if he was afraid that if he blinked, those eyes would stop staring at him.

"Is what you just said true?"

The pallor on that face had all faded away at some point, and turned into a rose-like pale pink. Fang Zhimo didn't answer the question, and looked at the person in front of him with a smile.

"what?"

Cheng Du hadn't recovered from the shock.

"As long as I wake up, you can do anything, is it true?"

Fang Zhimo was still smiling, but his eyes became deeper.

Whether it is true or not, he will make it true.

...So he heard it all!

Cheng Du was embarrassed for a while, but what he said must count.

He tilted his head, squinted his eyes that couldn't see clearly, and said in a low voice, "Mmm."

As soon as the words fell, a big hand pressed him on the bed again, the body temperature melted, and the warm feeling came from all the limbs, especially the heart, as if some missing place was filled, row by row The rose flower poked its head out from the thorns, slowly blooming, and the fragrance was overflowing.

Cheng Du closed his eyes, enjoying this familiar stability and indifference, this warm feeling, as if, long, long ago, in a corner deep in his memory, there was once...

The door lock suddenly rang at this moment, and Cheng Du wanted to turn his head to look, but was stopped by a big hand.

A deep voice like Lan vibrated in my ears: "Can you see clearly?"

"...can't see clearly."

Cheng Du replied honestly.

The person below laughed softly: "Then continue."

After speaking, he would drag Cheng Du in as soon as he lifted the quilt.

Cheng Du still remembered that he was infusion, and hurriedly stopped him: "Don't...be careful with the needle."

Fang Zhimo pulled out the needle smoothly: "I won't lose."

Cheng Du said again: "Your left arm is injured."

Fang Zhimo said with his tusk, "It's wrapped."

Cheng Du couldn't help it, he couldn't see clearly because he was very comfortable. He was trying to find something to say, but he heard a familiar voice say again: "Didn't you say that you can do anything as long as I am willing to wake up?"

Cheng Du: "..."

"Now, I want you to lie down with me for a while." The voice suddenly became a little sly.

Cheng Du: "..."

"Is it okay to lie down for a while? Are you planning to break your promise?" The cunning turned into grievance at some point, and gently scratched Cheng Du's heart.

Cheng Du said helplessly: "Okay, just lie down for a while, and I have to go to work later."

"Okay, okay, all the assistants in the world are dead, you won't be able to transfer without Qichu, Special Assistant Cheng." The grievance has turned into a sour smell of vinegar again, and Cheng Du hasn't figured out how to refute, so Fang Zhimo continued: "You can go back to work as soon as possible. Apart from lying down with me, there are a few additional conditions."

"What additional conditions?" Cheng Du asked, but he regretted it as soon as he finished asking.

"One, you must call me after work every day; two, you must report to me when you go out for entertainment, especially if Yan Qiting is present; three, the shaving water and perfume must be of the same brand as mine; four, move Come and live with me; [-]. I haven't made up my mind yet, and when I do it... hey, where are you going?"

Cheng Du had already touched his glasses back at some point. He straightened up, straightened his messy suit, and said condescendingly, "Go back to take a shower and go to work."

Young Master Fang's health has improved over the years, and his temper has also improved. He can't stand others looking at him condescendingly, especially this person is Cheng Du.

He jumped off the bed with bare feet, opened his arms, blocked the door, and said dissatisfiedly, "What? What about the additional conditions?"

When Fang Zhimo said this, he was obviously angry, his black eyes seemed to burst into flames, and he didn't look like a patient.

His illness has always been like this, it comes and goes quickly, as long as he can get blood replenishment in time, there won't be any major problems for a while.

Of course, the premise is that the rescue is timely. If the rescue is not timely, once the organ ischemia occurs, the consequences will be disastrous.

Seeing him like this, Cheng Du felt relieved.

He tidied up his cuffs slowly, raised his red phoenix eyes, which were slightly turned up at the corners, and slowly burst into a meaningful smile: "Take all the orders."

There was a sudden cheer from the ward, and everyone was almost blinded when they opened the door to enter.

In the ward that was organized like a farewell ceremony just now, the patient actually "resurrected from the dead", not only that, but also took the family members around in various circles?

Is this the loss of human morality, or the coming of the light?

Except for Captain Xia, everyone had an expression of ignorance.

The author has something to say:

About thalassemia moderate: There is very little information, and it is all nonsense.

About the hidden level: Chapter 51 and Chapter 54 actually have a joint suspicious formation, I don’t know if you can see it.

In Chapter 54, Zhongfang Zhimo thought that the anonymous text message was sent by Uncle Duan, but it was not.

[Western restaurant on the top floor of Honolulu Business Club, there must be something you want to know. 】This sentence is not in Uncle Duan's tone, so this anonymous text message was actually sent by the person in the SUV downstairs of Fang Zhimo's house.

This person originally wanted Fang Zhimo to see what kind of guy Cheng Du was, but he shot himself in the foot with a stone. After becoming angry, he decided to teach Cheng Du a lesson, and thus the subsequent kidnapping case occurred.

This was the most impulsive thing he did, and it was also the FLAG he set up for himself.

About the villain: it will be cleaned up, but it will not be written.

About Fanwai: Two articles, all full of sugar, put them up after coding.