After passing through the book, he survived by cheating on the paranoid villain

Chapter 451

The doctors and nurses were very busy, and after seeing that Chu Heng was fine, they left quickly to go to other wards for inspection.

Li Zhao sat on the stool boredly, raised his head, looked around, and his eyes fell on Chu Heng unconsciously.

Chu Heng usually doesn't stick to words and smiles, just let it be with a cold expression.

What Li Zhao didn't expect was that he would behave like this even after he fell asleep.

Li Zhao guarded Chu Heng here for several hours, and he still maintained a straight sleeping position lying on his back, as if the word restraint had been integrated into his bone marrow and blood, becoming a physical instinct of a teenager.

Noticing that Chu Heng's lips were a bit dry, Li Zhao picked up the salt water and cotton swabs next to him, and dipped them on his lips.

The young man's bloodless thin lips gradually became moist.

He subconsciously pursed his lips, then slowly opened his eyes.

The two looked at each other.

Li Zhao was still holding a water glass and a cotton swab in his hand, he was taken aback, and said happily, "Chu Heng, you're finally awake."

"Hmm..." Chu Heng looked around the ward, "Is this... a hospital?"

"That's right. You had a high fever this morning, close to [-] degrees. Do you still remember it? Uncle Wang and I sent you to the hospital." Li Zhao put the things in his hands beside him and asked in a low voice, "How do you feel now?" How is it? Are you still feeling uncomfortable?"

Chu Heng shook his head: "It's not uncomfortable anymore."

The events before the coma this morning emerged in my mind.

Chu Heng took a deep breath, raised his head, and looked at Li Zhao with black eyes fixedly, as if confirming something, his eyes were a little cautious.

Although Chu Heng is often expressionless, Li Zhao always feels that his gaze at this moment is a bit different from usual.

Li Zhao's heart skipped a beat: "What's wrong?"

Almost the moment she spoke, Chu Heng lowered his head, lowered his eyelids, and said in a hoarse voice, "Thank you for sending me to the hospital."

He just woke up.

Even though the fever had subsided, Chu Heng's expression was still pale, bloodless and sickly.

He couldn't help curling up his body.

Originally a tall man of about 1.8 meters, the height covered under the quilt suddenly became aggrieved and aggrieved.

Coupled with his hoarse and cautious voice of thanks, his usual high-cold image instantly fell to the ground and shattered into scum, turning into a poor little boy who was sick and no one cared about him.

Li Zhao also really thought about the life Chu Heng lived alone before she came.

I don't know how he survived those years when he was sick.

Is it like curling up in the quilt with no sense of security this morning, suffering from high fever in a drowsy state, or going to the nearby small clinic to buy medicine by myself...

Just thinking of these two images, Li Zhao already began to feel distressed.

But she couldn't change what Chu Heng had suffered before. What she could do was to make him live a better and more comfortable life when she was still by Chu Heng's side.

"Thank you, friends should help each other." Li Zhao didn't want Chu Heng to be immersed in memories, so he changed the subject: "You didn't eat anything today, are you hungry?"

"I packed a lean meat porridge for you when I went out for breakfast. When I packed it, I asked the boss to pack the hottest one. I don't know how the heat preservation box works. I'll see if it's cold."

Li Zhao opened the insulation box, and felt the heat emanating from it without even trying it.

Li Zhao was overjoyed, and looked at Chu Heng with bright almond eyes: "It's still hot, why don't you eat some?"

Chu Heng pretended to be weak and nodded: "Okay."

He sat on the bed with his arms outstretched, watching Li Zhao take out a foldable small table from nowhere and put it on the bed, put the box of hot porridge in front of him, and finally took out a set of clean and washed Passed the cutlery to him...

Chu Heng is not a child who grew up in a honeypot.

During the years when his grandparents died and his uncles and aunts took over his inheritance, in order to survive, Chu Heng went to the trash can every day with a hungry stomach, just to pick up some leftovers that passers-by ate and discarded.

He also learned to pick up scraps and sell them. He is not a waif but dirtier than a waif.

When he grows up, he can go to the construction site to work as a temporary worker. Although he can earn money to support himself, the environment in the construction site is still not very clean.

Eat on the ground, sleep on the ground.

It was normal for Chu Heng.

Now it's just porridge, he can just hold the insulated lunch box and finish it in two or three strokes, not to mention the table, he doesn't even need a spoon.

Reason told Chu Heng that he should refuse Li Zhao to do these things.

But Chu Heng really likes the feeling that Li Zhao is like a little bee, busy for him.

In the past, every time he got sick, he carried it alone.

Sometimes lie at home for days without being noticed.

In the end, I still had to drag my exhausted body out to buy medicine.

All that was left to him at home were cold pots and cold stoves and a messy house.

This was the first time he was sent to the hospital after waking up, accompanied by others.

This feeling of being worried, cared for, and cared for was really unfamiliar to Chu Heng.

He was only seven or eight years old when his grandparents passed away, and many memories of his childhood have long been blurred.

The warmth and light in my mind now all come from the same person.

Chu Heng took the spoon and drank the porridge slowly one mouthful at a time.

Li Zhao was not idle by the side, she went out to fill a glass of warm water, took out the medicine that the nurse had just brought over, and took out the medicine one by one according to the dosage prescribed by the nurse.

She said softly, "After drinking the porridge, take these medicines."

Chu Heng let himself be immersed in Li Zhao's care, his inner emotions were surging like a beast, but on the surface he said calmly, "Okay."

After drinking the porridge, Chu Heng felt much more comfortable. Although his body was still a little sore and weak, this was a normal phenomenon after the fever subsided.

Chu Heng's menacing high fever seemed to be serious, but as long as the temperature dropped, he would be more than half recovered, and there was no need to stay in the hospital any longer.

Li Zhao went to the payment window to settle Chu Heng's remaining medical expenses, and then the two of them could leave.

After walking out of the hospital, Li Zhao looked at the time, "[-]:[-], it's almost twelve o'clock, why don't we go back after lunch? I called the class teacher at the school in the morning, and we both counted as leave today. "

Li Zhao's arrangements are too comprehensive, Chu Heng is enjoying the feeling of being taken care of by her very much at the moment, even though he just drank porridge, but I don't know if it is because of his good mood, Chu Heng feels that this illness does not seem to affect his health Appetite, he can still eat.

And Li Zhao must be hungry after guarding him all morning.

Even if he doesn't eat, it won't make Li Zhao hungry.

Chu Heng nodded: "Okay."

Li Zhao didn't call Wang Qiao, and stopped a taxi with Chu Heng at the entrance of the hospital, and left the hospital together.

(End of this chapter)