Reborn as a handsome young master

Cheng Yanxiao is also a regular customer of the ICU ward, and every time he enjoys the one-on-one professional care of Dr. Huo.

Because of the heart transplant, he needs to use a lot of immunosuppressants, which makes him have to do countless checks every day.These were not unbearable, what made him unacceptable the most was the way Huo Lang gave him chest physical therapy every day after the endotracheal tube was removed.

Obviously there are many other ways to clear the phlegm, but Huo Lang is accustomed to using the shaking method.

His hands were warm, pressing on the chest wall and moving from bottom to top, Cheng Yanxiao couldn't help but say, "Can't you use a machine?"

"It's easier to feel the phlegm in your lungs with your hands." Huo Lang went back to business, and the thick palms of his hands moved slowly from bottom to top, from the side to the middle.

Huo Lang's fingertips were covered with a thick layer of calluses, and the rough texture always reminded Cheng Yanxiao of his beautiful muscles whenever he was touched like this.

Cheng Yanxiao was distracted by being touched, and couldn't help coughing.

Dr. Huo gave encouragement, "Very well, let's do it again."

Cheng Yanxiao: "..."

He had to be touched at least four times a day, and Cheng Yanxiao got angry when he was transferred out of the ICU.

Cheng Xin looked at the blisters on his lips.

Cheng Yanxiao looked at her face that had subsided from swelling, but her nose was still covered with a bandage, and felt sorry for her, "Sister, I want to eat hot pot."

"I want to eat too." Cheng Xin sighed unreliably.Then, thinking that my younger brother's current personality is a weak and beautiful boy, he slowed down his voice and comforted, "The stitches will have to be removed in a few days, so bear with it for a few days."

Cheng Yanxiao nodded sympathetically, and then asked, "You two really didn't fight that day, did you?"

After he came to his senses, no matter what he thought, he felt that the possibility of the two of them not fighting was so low that he could win [-] million by running out and buying a lottery ticket.

Cheng Xin looked at him with relief, and felt that it was not easy for his younger brother not to be dazzled by love.

But Cheng Yanxiao obviously wanted to ask more than that, he continued, "Why haven't you contacted me in the past ten years?"

Cheng Xin's words that were going to complain were already twitching at the corner of her lips, but she swallowed them back in the end.

She glared at Cheng Yanxiao, "Didn't I tell you about this after you get out of the hospital?"

"That's what Huo Lang said to talk about after leaving the hospital," Cheng Yanxiao corrected Cheng Xin, "I didn't agree."

Cheng Xin put his hands on his chest and sneered back at him, and said fiercely, "Why didn't you object to him in front of Huo Langti?"

Cowardly of course!

But Cheng Yanxiao couldn't say that, he turned a corner, "He was a doctor at the time, and I can't compete with doctors as a patient."

Cheng Xin hurriedly said, "Then as a family member of the patient, I can disobey the doctor's orders?"

The two of them are just like children who haven't grown up, competing with each other there.

When Yan Sijing and Jiang Xiaojun came in with their lunch, they were both a little ashamed.

Yan Sijing was hanged and beaten twice by Cheng Xin, and every time she was beaten to the point where she had no room to fight back.At first, I thought it was okay for this woman to be so scheming, cold-blooded and ruthless, but now she looks like an idiot carrying a patient who has just been transferred out of the ICU.I felt that I was very wronged when I lost.

Jiang Xiaojun was moved by Cheng Shao's desire to die.

The boss is right behind him, and Cheng Shao still wants to eat hot pot.

With a stethoscope hanging around his neck, Huo Lang appeared gorgeously in the two children's bickering.

His tall figure stood still at the door of the ward, and his aura began to spread in the air.

Huo Lang's height and aura seemed to predestined him to come on stage with bgm.

Cheng Yanxiao retracted into the quilt and could feel Huo Lang's eyes turning to his side for a week: "Do you want to eat hot pot?"

Cheng Xin died as a poor monk but not as a fellow Taoist, and chose to watch from the sidelines without any blood relationship or love. Not only that, when he glanced at Cheng Yanxiao from the corner of his eye, he was obviously gloating.

Cheng Yanxiao poked his head out from under the quilt, met Huo Lang's gaze, and said slowly, "I, I just think about it."

"After you are discharged from the hospital, we will cook clear soup at home." Huo Lang said generously, then turned around and took out the soup that Jiang Xiaojun was carrying and put it on the table: "Let's have some soup first."

Cheng Yanxiao's blood returned instantly, and he glanced back at Cheng Xin triumphantly.

Cheng Xin: "..." Brother-in-law, can you do it?

A few days ago, he said that in order to prevent this bastard from irritating his emotions, all the problems would be postponed until he was discharged from the hospital. Today he thought that the hot pot still agreed? !Is clear soup okay?

Cheng Xin ignored Cheng Yanxiao's provocative eyes, just as the phone vibrated.She lowered her head and glanced, then got up from her seat naturally and said, "Do you know how to take care of yourself? I'll come see you at night."

Cheng Xin is now the head of the entertainment company on the surface, but in fact she is helping drug dealers launder money, and she is still a police undercover agent who has been in ambush for more than ten years.

Her identity is a bit turbulent, and Cheng Yanxiao is terrified.

"Xiaojun." Cheng Yanxiao put down the spoon and nodded to Jiang Xiaojun.

Jiang Xiaojun nodded tacitly, and followed Cheng Xin into the ward.

Huo Lang pulled the chair and sat beside the hospital bed, and reminded: "Xiaojun has to go through all the news he inquired about before returning to you."

If this matter seems to Huo Lang to cause excessive ups and downs in his emotions, then when it was passed on to Cheng Yanxiao, it is very likely that the version has already been revised.

Cheng Yanxiao said desperately, "When can I be discharged from the hospital?"

"Half a month." Huo Lang said.

Since Cheng Xin received the text message that day, the time spent in the hospital has been significantly reduced.

Jiang Xiaojun, who followed closely that day, did not find out anything.Except for the ignorant teasing when facing Cheng Yanxiao, Cheng Xin was still as vigilant as ever, even if the other party was from his younger brother's side, he would mercilessly throw him off halfway.

The tubes on Cheng Yanxiao's body gradually decreased over time.

He moved around the room with Huo Lang beside him.

"I want to go to the toilet." Cheng Yanxiao was supported by Huo Lang's strong arm, "You can just help me there, I can do it myself."

Huo Lang stroked him to the toilet.

Cheng Yanxiao said it was very strong, but he had an indwelling needle in his left hand, and his right hand was also bruised and purple in the hanging water these days, and it would cost him to pull on pants with elastic bands.

Huo Lang pressed his hand on the armrest beside the toilet, and quickly tore off his pants, not forgetting to say thoughtfully: "Do you need to take it off?"

Cheng Yanxiao held the armrest with his left hand, covered half of his face with his right hand, and said sadly, "I can do it myself, Dr. Huo, please go out for a while."

Huo Lang glanced at his current posture, "I'll turn around, you can't put on your pants by yourself."

Cheng Yanxiao didn't lose his temper at all.You can only hold your belongings with your right hand and face the toilet with luck.

For a long time, not a single drop of urine came out.

"You just had the catheter removed, and your body isn't fully fit yet." Huo Lang couldn't help but reminded after not hearing the sound of water for a long time.

Cheng Yanxiao took a deep breath to relax.

The urge to urinate in the bladder was squeezed and stacked, layer by layer...but he was still unwilling to come out of the body.

Cheng Yanxiao waited until the end, already a little anxious.

"Do you need a whistle?" Dr. Huo was very understanding, and after speaking, he blew a long whistle.

It's just that Cheng Yanxiao couldn't urinate until the whistle was over.

"Stop blowing it." Cheng Yanxiao leaned on the armrest in despair, resigned, "I can't seem to urinate."

Huo Lang looked back helplessly at his tender buttocks that were exposed in the air, quickly pulled up his pants, and helped him onto the bed: "I'll rub it for you."

Cheng Yanxiao half-slumped on the sofa, and the temperature in the room was 26 degrees.He was wearing a set of cotton pink pajamas, and his slender back muscles pulled out a graceful arc along with his half-supported body.

The thin and tough waist was gently rubbed by a thick palm.

Huo Lang's eyes were fixed on the small piece of skin under his palm, and his palm was warm, turning it skillfully on his flat belly.

Cheng Yanxiao's ears turned red when he touched him, and his breathing changed.

But Huo Lang asked very honestly, "Do you feel better? Do you feel like peeing?"

The desire to urinate had already been suppressed, but unexpectedly it came up again after being asked this question.Cheng Yanxiao took a deep breath and said firmly, "Help me up, I'll try again."

Cheng Yanxiao was helped to the toilet again, and the temperature of Huo Lang's palm still remained on his lower abdomen.

Huo Lang pulled off the pants again and again.

The sense of shame after being ripped off this time is not so strong, maybe I'm used to it.

"Shall I whistle again?" Huo Lang said and whistled again.

Urine slowly escaped from the body amidst the whistle.

Yellowish urine with a touch of blood.

Huo Lang didn't know when he turned around and looked inside.

Cheng Yanxiao hurriedly pressed the flush button and looked at Huo Lang with indescribably complicated eyes: "Do you still need to record this?"

Huo Lang's notebook for recording his physical condition has been replaced with a new one in just a few days.

Cheng Yanxiao was lucky enough to glance at it. It was mixed with Chinese and English, detailing the amount and color of his urine at each time period? ? ?

"Just to see if there is any injury when pulling out the tube, is it a little painful?" Huo Lang helped him put on his pants, and helped him to the pool, "Wash your hands."

Cheng Yanxiao lay back on the hospital bed with a hopeless face, comforting himself: Doctors are like this, even if this doctor is your lover, it cannot be avoided.Relax, relax, and you'll still have a great experience in bed.

Huo Lang took out his notebook again and began to record all kinds of data of Cheng Yanxiao. His charming facial features were silhouetted in the natural light, and his handsome whole body shone.

Cheng Yanxiao pointed at his nose and asked softly, "Shall we go back to England?"

"Until your body fully recovers, we will stay in the country." Huo Lang rubbed his soft hair smoothly, and suggested: "The sun is very good in the afternoon, do you want to take you to dry it?"

"Okay. Can I play with my mobile phone?" Since he opened his eyes in the hospital until now, he has never touched a mobile phone, and Xiaoxiaole has not been favored for a long time.

"Old rules." Huo Lang seemed to have expected that this person would not be idle, and put his mobile phone in his coat pocket early on. "half an hour."

Cheng Yanxiao smiled at him with his mobile phone, when a text message jumped in.

—Leave the hospital, hurry up!