The hat that was pitted [Comprehensive]

"No." Before Yuan Qianya could react, he instinctively refused.

"Really?" Osamu Dazai lowered his head, making it hard to see the expression on his face, he said in a low voice, "It turns out that Senya-chan already hates me to such an extent that she refuses to listen to my wish before I die... ..."

"What nonsense are you talking about!" Yuan Qian couldn't help raising his voice, "Don't talk about it every day when you are young!"

In the night wind, Dazai Osamu seemed to be hurt by Hara Chiya's scolding, trembling and coughing.He covered his mouth, and the continuous coughing sound became more and more piercing.

With the light of the street lamp, Yuan Qian also saw dark viscous liquid dripping down between the man's slender fingers.

At this time, the taxi driver rolled down the window of the driver's seat, "Don't argue with the young couple in the middle of the night, your boyfriend has been chasing you all the way, why can't you talk face to face—" the driver saw Dazai Zhizhi When the color of the room was changed, the voice of persuasion immediately became tense and distorted, "You guys are still fighting like this?!"

The taxi driver was not an ignorant young Chiya Hara, who could tell at a glance what the brown liquid that Osamu Dazai was coughing up was blood from a ruptured stomach wall!

"What are you doing in a daze, quickly help him into the car!" The driver immediately shouted to Yuan Qianya, "The young man vomited blood, let's hurry up and go to the hospital!"

"Spit, vomit blood?" Yuan Qianya was at a loss for a moment, help Dazai Osamu who was hanging on the car door and sat back in the taxi again.

With the door closed, the taxi rushed out like an arrow from the string.

The driver especially had spare time when accelerating towards the hospital, "You young people, you don't usually pay attention to your health, even when you are sick, you still lose your temper with your partner!" It looks like people can't do it.

Hara Chiya was frantically fumbling through her pockets, trying to take out something like a handkerchief, but she didn't even have a tissue on her body.

Osamu Dazai tried his best to stop himself from coughing, and explained to the driver tremblingly, "You misunderstood, Chiya-chan, she is not my girlfriend." His tone was infinitely disappointed.

Hara Chiya has a complicated expression: Who wants you to care about this now, you vomit blood, you know that!

Dazai Osamu's face was as pale as a ghost under the flashing street lights by the side of the road, and his lips were pale. He curled up in the back seat, rubbing his head against Hara Chiya's legs bit by bit, and smiled wryly, " Chiya-chan already hates me very much, if I pretend to be a couple at this time, I will never be forgiven by Chiya-chan..."

The driver in the driver's seat said "Hi", and glanced at the two awkward young people from the rearview mirror, "Young man, why not be happy in love, there is no principled contradiction, and you have to make such a life and death Huh. A person's life is so long, and there are always accidents, and there will be no tomorrow. When the relationship is in place, you should hurry up and have the object first, it's awkward, it's outrageous."

Yuan Qian also opened his mouth and closed it again: there is really nothing to say to outsiders, let alone the hospital.

She took out the change according to the fee on the meter and put it on the co-pilot. As soon as the car stopped, she helped Osamu Dazai and ran to the emergency room.

"Doctor help, my friend is vomiting blood—"

The performance of the emergency doctor was in stark contrast to the flustered Hara Chiya.After filming and confirming that Osamu Dazai vomited blood because of stomach injury, the doctor issued a hospital bill for the young man who vomited blood after eating chili peppers with a complex but calm expression. He sighed while opening, "This is the first time this year."

Hara Chiya handed the man who was close to fainting to the doctor, and ran between different billing windows with various receipts issued by the doctor.Busy until ten o'clock in the middle of the night, she finally arranged all the hospitalization matters for Osamu Dazai.

When he came to the ward, seeing Dazai Osamu who had finished the treatment and was leaning on the pillow with a face as white as snow, Hara Chien, who had been frightened all night, was out of breath.She gripped the payment receipt tightly, and barely lowered her voice, "You bastard, don't force yourself if you're not in good health. Isn't it fun to go to the hospital after eating hot pot?!"

Osamu Dazai lowered his eyelids and said with infinite disappointment, "Senya-chan looked very happy at that time, I just want to know what it's like to eat food that makes you happy."

"Heh, use stomach bleeding as the price, now you know what Chongqing hot pot tastes like." Sneered twice, after all, he didn't dare to say too much to the patient Yuan Qianye, and changed the subject after stabbing him.

"You rest here tonight, and I will come to see you tomorrow. Eat the sick meal honestly, and stop being curious about the taste of other people's mouths!"

Osamu Dazai nodded honestly, then raised his head in surprise, "Will Senya-chan stay overnight?"

Hara Chiya glared at Osamu Dazai, "Don't be so ambiguous, this is a hospital."

"Senya-chan~" Dazai Osamu looked even thinner after changing into the hospital patient clothes, and there was nothing under the clothes.He acted pitifully and coquettishly, "I'm so sad, Qianye-chan stays with me, if I die in the night, it will be so pitiful to be alone."

Before Yuan Qianya could speak, the doctor who came to make the rounds couldn't help laughing, "Young man, you have to do what you can to act like a baby. It is impossible for a hospital to let a patient face death alone at night. What's more, this is just an ordinary stomach problem, if it is not If you insist on eating chili peppers and stimulating your fragile stomach wall to bleed, you don’t even need to stay in the hospital.”

Yuan Qian also felt ashamed, and quickly thanked the doctor, "I'm really sorry for your trouble, doctor, don't listen to his nonsense, if there is any treatment, just ask, I will let him follow the doctor's advice."

The doctor smiled, and kindly said to the patient on the bed, "Take a good rest, I will return your friend in a while." Then he turned to Yuan Qianya and said, "Come with me, and I will talk about the daily self-cultivation of the patient. Things to watch out for."

Hara Chiya gave Osamu Dazai a threatening look, and followed the doctor to the office.

In the duty room, the doctor with a serious face said, "Little girl, what is your relationship with the patient?"

Hara Chiya said anxiously, "We are very good friends."

The eyes under the doctor's glasses are extremely sharp, "It's about the patient's safety, you can't make the decision. I need to communicate with the patient's family about his physical condition, can you contact his relatives?"

Yuan Qian also frowned, "We haven't talked about family matters, doctor, if you have anything to do, you can tell me first."

"Sure enough, if it doesn't work, you have to do it first." The doctor sighed, "Your friend is Japanese, and it may take time to contact his relatives abroad and his family members. During this time, you may be needed as a friend." Don't worry about it."

"His condition is serious?" Hara Chiya nervously grasped the hat in his hand.

Looking at the group of childish little girls, the doctor said helplessly, "The stomach problem is just a part of his health troubles. Your friend doesn't know what he did. His body is extremely weak due to his long-term sub-health state. This stomach problem is a Primer, the health bomb in his body has been completely detonated."

"What will happen to him?" Yuan Qianya asked extremely anxiously.

"Are there still few young people who work overtime until they die suddenly these days?" The doctor said angrily, "If you don't take care of yourself, just wait for the critical illness notice!"

Hara Chiya stood there dumbfounded, she never thought that a young man who could run and dance during the day would face such a cruel future at night.

The twenty-year-old girl had never been so close to death, until she entered the single ward, she still had a look of shock on her face.

In the ward, Osamu Dazai was lying on the bed upright, with his eyes closed, his hands clasped on his chest, and his eyelashes like crow feathers cast shadows on his face.His face was pale and serene, and at first glance lifeless.

Hara Chiya mistook his state at the first sight, her heart beat wildly, until she stretched out her hand to detect the warm breath between Dazai Osamu's nostrils, and she let out a long breath: Great, I'm still alive.

Looking at the young man's sickly pale complexion, Hara Chiya felt guilty and rubbed his curly hair like seaweed.

"Hmph, troublemaker." She muttered softly.

When she moved her hand away, Yuan Qian also found guilty that the young man on the bed opened his eyes at some point, and the brown eyes looked at him quietly, focused and persistent, and his pupils were filled with his own reflection.

"Are you awake?" She stopped her hands as if nothing had happened, "Just now the doctor told you to adjust your work and rest. Keep it like this for 50 years."

Osamu Dazai continued to stare at Hara Chiya without blinking, and remained silent.

Yuan Qian was also looked at uncomfortable, turned the hat in his hand and asked, "What is your family's contact information? I will also tell them these instructions, and you must pay more attention in your life from now on."

The young man who looked like an exquisite doll let out a breath, and his eyebrows became vivid.

With infinite gloom on his brows, he said lightly, "My family members are not alive, so if you have any terrible advice, you can just say it directly. My tolerance is not that bad."

no family? !Hara Chiya's shocked expression froze.

As for Osamu Dazai's indifferent expression, in the eyes of Hara Chiya, it was a sick and weak young man who was alone and alone, pretending to be indifferent.

Thinking of the things they talked about in the past, she couldn't help but say, "Don't worry, I'm still here. I will take good care of you during your illness."

Lying on the snow-white pillow, Dazai Osamu's face became even paler, and he said quietly, "Senya-chan, don't worry about me. After all, I'm just a useless, despicable and pathetic man. Just leave me like this Let the rubbish run its course."

"..." Yuan Qianye couldn't do anything about this man who sometimes acted like a baby and sometimes had a black belly, but at this moment he was very sad. He walked over and pulled the quilt to his ear, and said helplessly, "I will stay tonight to accompany the bed. You don't have to be alone in the hospital."

"Senya-chan, don't force yourself." Osamu Dazai shrank himself into the depths of the bed, his voice muffled, "You still have lessons tomorrow, don't you want to go to the splendid world outside to have fun, no need Waste your time with me, an insignificant guy. Just leave me here to rot."

"Don't say such angry words." Hara Chiya pulled down the quilt that was about to cover Osamu Dazai's head, and tucked it tightly on both sides of his shoulders, "I will stay with you tonight until you recover from illness. Will let it go - won't leave you alone in a hospital in a foreign country with no care."

"Really?" Osamu Dazai persistently hid under the quilt, leaving only a pair of eyes and the furry top of his head outside, with a childlike innocence, "Will Senya-chan lie to me?"

"I'm not lying to you." Yuan Qian also sighed in his heart, and said his promise, "I will always be with you until you recover from illness."

"What you say is what you say." Osamu Dazai showed his first smile of the night, his brows and eyes curved, his fingers that slipped out of the quilt hooked Hara Chiya's hand, "Pull the hook, a lying child will swallow a thousand needles."

I really can't help him.Hara Chiya raised her forehead, and tightly hooked Dazai Osamu's little finger, "I will do what I say, and I will never break my promise."

Osamu Dazai gave a low "hmm", "I know."

The author has something to say: The best assist of the game: Doctor

Doctor (dazed face): Huh?I just intimidate the young people to pay more attention to their health and not to work overtime to hurt their health.

Whispering: Dazai’s routines are really hard to write

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