Kuaiwen: I ran away after making the boss cry.

Shao Weishan asked Yun Chen, and Pei Tingfeng had to lie.

At least wait until Youyou gets better, at least ask Yun Chen what he means...

After Pei Tingfeng discussed the surgical plan, he rushed back to see Yun Chen without resting for a moment.

Yun Chen has been released from the ICU, but he is still asleep. His rapidly declining body can only rely on machines to assist in functioning. There are bags hanging at the head and end of the bed.

Pei Tingfeng was used to seeing this, but now the person lying on the bed was the person he loved most...

Pei Tingfeng came over to take a closer look and saw that Yun Chen's eyebrows were furrowed and he looked uncomfortable. His heart tightened and his brows also wrinkled: "Are you awake in the afternoon?"

The nurse quickly replied: "I woke up once, but fell asleep again soon. My body values ​​are quite stable."

He glanced at the monitor a few times, asked the nurse to leave first, then took a cup of hot water to warm his cold hands, and stretched his hands to Yun Chen's lower abdomen.

Sure enough, just as he guessed, Yun Chen's belly was slightly swollen, and he could hear the sound underneath if he touched it.

Although it's not serious, it's impossible to sleep comfortably like this.

Pei Tingfeng first gently covered it with his hand. When the skin under his hand warmed up and gradually adapted to his hand, he started to turn it gently.

As his strength increased little by little, Yun Chen didn't feel much discomfort, but instead alleviated the colic that had been bothering him all afternoon.

The young man's frowning eyebrows relaxed a little, his swollen eyelids twitched a few times, and a sigh-like belching sound came from his throat, with faint signs of waking up.

Pei Tingfeng didn't want him to wake up too quickly, so he temporarily withdrew his hand, hugged him into his arms, and blocked the light in front of his eyes: "Don't be anxious, breathe slowly."

Yun Chen fell from the cold quilt into a warm embrace, and his anxiety also weakened.

His body relaxed a lot, slowly waking up.

When he fully recovered his consciousness, he found that Pei Tingfeng had arrived, and he was leaning closely against him, with most of his body in his arms.

Pei Tingfeng stretched his hand from the hem of his clothes, carefully avoiding the position of the tube, and gently moved it on his lower abdomen: "Is it uncomfortable because of the swelling? It's okay, just rub it and it'll be fine..."

Pei Tingfeng's tone was too gentle and too careful. He was even cautious about waking up from his sleep, like coaxing an extremely fragile child.

This made Yun Chen realize that his illness had reached a very serious stage.

But a month ago he was fine.

In just one month, no matter how serious it could be, could it still kill him?

Yun Chen stubbornly tried to push his hand away, but the raised hand fell down weakly.

Pei Tingfeng thought he was in pain again, so he stroked his hair soothingly with one hand and adjusted the pain relief pump hanging nearby with the other hand.

Turning up the concentration, he immediately controlled Yun Chen's hands to prevent him from pressing his abdomen again.

Yun Chen's hand that couldn't move was held tightly by him again.

In this gap, something strange came from Yun Chen's body. Following the sound, he saw the bag hanging by his side from the corner of his eye.

Only then did he realize that he couldn't even control basic excretion.

His self-esteem was hit like never before, and Yun Chen's tears fell instantly: "Let, let go..."

Pei Tingfeng: "What's wrong? Why are you crying?"

Pei Tingfeng anxiously wanted to ring the bedside bell, but noticed that the value on the detector was still healthy.

He realized something and continued to stroke the young man's hair: "Sick people are like this, no one will laugh at you..."

Yun Chen didn't have the strength to break free from his embrace, but his weak voice was filled with endless hatred and disgust: "Don't you just...want to see my jokes..."

Pei Tingfeng's throat became hoarse, and he felt that the knife that was stuck in his heart was being twisted again, and a thick layer of fog was cast around him.

He lied to him just to make him laugh.

Has he always thought this way?

But for Yun Chen, he is just being played with...

Pei Tingfeng squandered the young man's love and did all the selfish things, and then he was sure that he would come back again and again.

Finally, retribution came.

All this happened too fast. In the late stage of cancer, there was no way to save her, so she could only rely on the pain pump to slowly die.

The canary that once could not fly away even if the cage was opened, could no longer fly its wings after several unsuccessful attempts to escape.

Until his death, he never flew freely...

[Ding, Pei Tingfeng’s strategy value is +2, and his current strategy value is 98]

His hand holding Yun Chen trembled. He wanted to let go but couldn't let go. He cried in pain and sincerely confessed: "Yun Chen, I was wrong. I can't be wrong again. I want to kill myself every moment for you." Apologize, I wish you had never met me, I..."

Pei Tingfeng's spirit almost collapsed.

But the damage caused to Yun Chen by going crazy last time was too great. The nerve was so tight that he didn't dare to break it. He begged sadly: "Don't be sad, I will cure you and make you healthy, Yun Chen." , don’t cry..."

Yun Chen had experienced the death of his mother, so how could he not know his own situation?

He closed his eyes weakly, and the overwhelming feeling of nausea made him unwilling to listen to Pei Tingfeng say another word: "Get out."

There was a buzz in Pei Tingfeng's head, and his body froze.

The disgust in the young man's tone seemed to have substance, and he pulled at the tight nerve so hard that it almost broke.

Pei Tingfeng used all his strength to control his trembling, then gently put Yun Chen down and placed him on the bed.

After coming out of the ward, Pei Tingfeng collapsed.

He sat down on the cold floor, gasping in pain in the abyss.

Finally, like a wounded child, he hugged his knees with his arms and sobbed helplessly.

After an unknown amount of time, the ward door opened.

The nurse frowned and said tentatively: "Mr. Pei, the patient is asleep. Do you... want to come in and stay for a while?"

Pei Tingfeng raised his head blankly.

He stood up in a hurry, walked in with empty steps, found a small space at the end of Yun Chen's bed and lay down, curling up and trying not to touch him.

Pei Tingfeng looked at the monitor beside the young man from a distance, and it was not until late at night that he fell asleep in despair.