I Really Am a Slag Shou!

For Chi Zhao, he opened his eyes not long after he closed them. In his own cognition, he thought that a few minutes had passed.But I also want to know how it is possible for a person to wake up after a few minutes after being shot, so he speculated that he should have just been rescued and fell into a coma for three to five days.

Slowly opened his eyes, his eyelids were as heavy as stones, and finally he saw the environment around him.

Um?Not a hospital?

Looking at the furnishings...it looks like a bedroom?

Chi Zhao blinked blankly. At this time, the tired and heavy feeling had almost disappeared. He tried to sit up with support, but found that his arms were completely useless. Thinking that he had just been shot, he moved his head with difficulty. , Looking down, he found that his body was covered with a thin brown-gold quilt, and an infusion tube was inserted in his hand. Apart from this, there was nothing else on his body.

What about the oxygen tube?What about bandages?

At that time, the shot was on the back, but now Chi Zhao is lying flat, and he is lying very comfortably without any pain.

Could it be... the system hasn't canceled the pain shield for him yet?

Chi Zhao felt that things might not be as simple as he thought. After being silent for a while, Chi Zhao exerted all his strength and finally pinched his fingertips. A slight tingling sensation came, which proved that the pain shield had been turned off.

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A terrifying idea appeared in his mind, and Chi Zhao quickly called the system, "System! I wouldn't have slept for decades, right?! Have I become a gray-haired old man, Wen Yu? What?! Has he also become a little old man?!"

system:"……"

Before the system could answer, suddenly, the door was opened, and people from outside walked in as usual. His condition looked very bad, and his complexion was even worse than that of Chi Zhao lying on the bed.

He usually lives in this room, eats here, sleeps here, except when he has to go out, he stays in this room almost all the time.

The person on the bed closed his eyes quietly day after day, obviously the internal organs were injured, but he couldn't wake up no matter what, he called famous doctors all over the world for consultation, but no one could explain the situation, In the end, they could only helplessly tell him that there are many difficult and miscellaneous diseases in this world, and some diseases cannot be diagnosed by doctors.

And they told him very tactfully that, looking at it like this, Wen Xijun might never wake up, and hoped that he could be mentally prepared.

Silently listening to the unanimous statement of countless doctors, he chose not to believe those words.

Bringing the man back from Mengguo to Song's house, he bought the best medical equipment and put it at home, and then hired dozens of experienced and capable medical staff to stay and work in this house.

When they are not needed, they are the cleaning staff, the chef, the housekeeper and the deacon. When they are needed, they will immediately take off their overalls and put on white coats, and then come to check on the man who has no signs of waking up.

An accident not only made Wen Xijun fall into a coma completely, but also exposed his thoughts in front of everyone.

When the accident happened, as long as others had eyes, they could see that his care and worry for Wen Xijun had gone far beyond the boundaries of adoptive father and son. They even dared to say that if Wen Xijun was not rescued, he would definitely avenge Wen Xijun After that, follow him.

At first, it was shocking, then it was sad, and by the end, any near-sentimental emotion faded away and people came back to reality and started to feel bad about his behavior.

Song Xuezhong said about him countless times, and even raised his hand to slap him to wake him up, but it was useless.

People from the Wen family came to bother him almost every day. They wanted him to send Wen Xijun back to the Wen family. Unfortunately, they all got angry at him.

Because he didn't let others visit Wen Xijun.

"Song Luoxing! That's our father! You are no longer Wen Yu, not my second brother! What right do you have to keep father locked up in your home, and what right do you have to forbid us to see him!"

Wen Zhuang has the thinnest temper. As soon as he said something out of his mouth, he regretted it. He looked at Wen Yu anxiously, wanting to take back every word he just said, "Second, second brother, I am not That means... I, I... So, why don't you let us go to see my father!"

Wen Zhuang's growling voice subsided, and he sat down in a breakdown, with a desolate expression, "I haven't visited him this year, and he still owes me a day this year..."

Wen Ke has changed his name, he is now called Wen Hu, standing next to Wen Zhuang, his face is also not good, but after looking at Wen Yu for a long time, he has not said a word to make him hand over Wen Xijun.

If it were him who judged others by himself, he wouldn't hand them over.

No matter what others said, Wen Yu just remained unmoved. They speculated on his thoughts over and over again, but in fact, he didn't think about anything.

He just felt that the other people were too noisy. If they came over, it would affect Wen Xijun's rest. Now Wen Xijun is just too tired. He needs to rest. As long as he recovers, he will wake up again.

Such a naive idea actually appeared in Wen Yu's heart, and it would probably make many people laugh out loud.

However, no matter how ridiculous it is, Wen Yu must think so, because if he doesn't keep some ridiculous hope for himself, he won't be able to persist.

In the middle of the night, Wen Yu couldn't fall asleep. Sitting next to Wen Xijun, he looked at his face in a daze.

So, does he like Wen Xijun so much?

I like it so much that without him, I would lose my life.

There is always a dull pain in the heart, which is like a pulse, and it seems to be used to it.Ever since Wen Xijun fell into a coma, Wen Yu suffered from insomnia. He often couldn't sleep. If he could sleep five or six hours a day, it was considered a good sleep. Every day before going to bed, the moment he closed his eyes, he was praying, praying every day It's all the same sentence.

I hope that when I wake up tomorrow, Wen Xijun has already opened his eyes.

Wen Yu felt that he was not such a bad person, so he shouldn't have encountered such a cruel thing.

His lover will not die, his lover will come back.

Will.

Standing one meter away from the bed, Wen Yu stopped. He looked at Chi Zhao for a long time, but the expression on his face did not change.

When Chi Zhao saw him, he muttered even more.

Wen Yu's complexion was not good, and he couldn't eat or sleep well for a while. On the way, he personally went to pick up a mafia family with a history of hundreds of years, and suffered a lot of injuries.So now he looks a lot haggard than before, and when a person is haggard, he will look old.

Chi Zhao blinked hesitantly, "Am I... already on the fourth day?"

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This hallucination has also appeared in the past, but he has never heard the sound before.

Moreover, the voice was hoarse and unpleasant, which fit the physical characteristics of the patient who had slept for half a year.

Wen Yu opened his eyes slightly, and he walked over quickly, and when he was only one step away from Chi Zhao, Wen Yu stopped abruptly, and Chi Zhao was even more puzzled when he saw him stop suddenly.

"No way? Am I so old that even you can't accept it??"

Chi Zhao's words were just a joke. Wen Yu hasn't aged much, and Mr. Wen, a male god of frozen age, will not show obvious aging. He is looking at Wen Yu's expression too cautiously, He just wanted to say a joke to ease the atmosphere, but he never expected that just after he finished saying this, Wen Yu would cry.

Two lines of tears fell quickly from his eyes, the tears rolled all the way across his cheeks, and finally fell on the dark gray marble floor, Chi Zhao's expression froze, he stretched his arms again, and found that he still couldn't get up.

He tried hard for several seconds, but there was no progress at all, so he had to give up, and then called him with little strength, "Don't cry, isn't it a good thing that I woke up? According to the procedure, you should come and hug me now."

The expected tight hug did not appear, Chi Zhao just woke up, Wen Yu did not dare to hug him for fear of hurting his body.So, he just ran over excitedly, put his big hands on Chi Zhao's hair, bent down, and kissed Chi Zhao's forehead heavily, salty tears rubbed down Wen Yu's chin onto Chi Zhao's dry lips , Chi Zhao poked out the tip of his tongue and licked it slightly.

It's so hard.

The doctor was called soon. Chi Zhao's coma was a medical problem. Now that he woke up, it was another medical miracle. The doctor checked Chi Zhao non-stop, and after confirming that there was nothing wrong with him, they hurried out up.

If he didn't go out again, Wen Yu would probably kill someone.

With no outsiders around, Chi Zhao took a sip of the water in the straw, "So, I was just in a coma for half a year."

Wen Yu looked at Chi Zhao's eyes instantly full of accusations, what does it mean that it's only half a year?In just half a year, it almost killed him.

Realizing that he had said something wrong, Chi Zhao smiled dryly, "I'm awake now."

Wen Yu put down the water glass with the straw in it, and he raised the corners of his lips from the bottom of his heart, "Well, it's a good thing you're awake."

Wen Yu's emotions still haven't calmed down, Chi Zhao's vision is not so clear now, he can see the excitement that Wen Yu is trying to suppress.Chi Zhao couldn't even imagine how he had lived in the past six months. Wen Yu was not a person who knew how to regulate himself. He must have suffered a lot in the past six months, right?

That's why his tears were so bitter, and the bitter Chi Zhao felt a pain in his heart.

The longer he wakes up, the better his body is. Now Chi Zhao can move his arms. He looked at Wen Yu, and then moved his palm slowly.

With palms up, Wen Yu understood what he meant, and his eyes moved slightly.

Then, he put his hands on it.

Chi Zhao still couldn't use his strength, so Wen Yu took the initiative to clasp his five fingers tightly. He lowered his eyes, feeling the soft but still trying to respond to his strength in his hands. The boulder that was tormenting him disappeared so easily.