Quickly travel: The paranoid boss behind the Shura field has become sickly

At ten o'clock in the evening, An Ting walked out of the bathroom after cleaning up and was about to take things to leave when he unexpectedly heard a strange sound coming from Xu Siming's office.

He walked over carefully and gently opened the door to check. Unexpectedly, he saw Xu Siming curled up on the ground, looking in pain.

"Mr. Xu!"

An Ting strode over and helped Xu Siming up, letting Xu Siming lean in his arms.

He gently patted Xu Siming's cheek. Xu Siming's consciousness seemed a little blurry at the moment, and he began to babble.

"Mr. Xu, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"

After asking, An Ting realized that Xu Siming was unconscious. How could he answer his question?

He looked around and saw Xu Siming's cell phone on the table.

He quickly grabbed his cell phone and called the ambulance. After about 10 minutes, the ambulance finally arrived in a hurry.

After getting in the car, Xu Siming kept holding on to An Ting's hand. When the doctor saw this, he said to An Ting, "Just go with him. He just needs someone to take care of him."

"it is good."

Originally, An Ting was not worried about leaving Xu Siming alone in the hospital. Although the nurse would call Xu Siming's family, it was already so late now and it would not be that fast to get there.

After arriving at the hospital, the doctor immediately arranged an examination for Xu Siming, and the examination results came out half an hour later.

An Ting stood by the bed and looked at Xu Siming who was undergoing infusion. When he saw the doctor coming over with the test results, he immediately stood up.

"Doctor, what's wrong with him?"

"He has acute gastroenteritis. You don't have to worry too much. It's best to remind him to eat on time and replenish energy in time during this period, preferably a liquid diet, which will help his recovery. In addition, he should drink more hot water. "

"Good doctor."

"What I just said are simple points. The nurse will come over later and explain to you in detail how to take care of him."

"Okay, thank you doctor."

After the doctor examined Xu Siming, he left the ward. Not long after, the nurse came in with a small notebook.

Nurse: "This booklet contains dietary recipes for patients with acute gastroenteritis, as well as precautions. If you can't remember it, take this booklet home. During this period, you must pay attention to his diet and don't let him eat irritating food." Food, let alone cold food, and don’t let him eat without eating, remember?”

An Ting nodded, "I'll remember that, thank you."

"He still has more than half of the bottle of potion. Remember to ring the bell when the infusion is finished. By the way, it will probably take one night to complete the infusion of his potion. Is someone here to replace you?"

An Ting shook his head, "No."

Just now he wanted to use Xu Siming's mobile phone to call his family, but who knew that Xu Siming's mobile phone suddenly ran out of power and shut down.

"It's okay. You are a grown man. You should be fine taking care of me for one night. If you are really sleepy, you can rent a folding bed on the first floor to sleep next to me."

"Thank you."

The nurse sister was very enthusiastic and kept talking for a long time before walking out of the ward.

After the nurse left, An Ting sat back on the chair and continued to guard Xu Siming.

At first, An Ting passed the boring time by watching videos on his mobile phone, but for some unknown reason, he gradually became sleepy and fell asleep next to Xu Siming without even turning off his phone.

The video on the phone was still playing repeatedly, and An Ting was sleeping soundly on the bed with his arms as pillow.

Xu Siming was awakened by the feeling of thirst. When he woke up, he saw that he was in the hospital. Thinking back to the scene before he fell into coma, he guessed that he had a stomach problem.

He glanced at the infusion bottle and saw that there was still a lot to be infused.

Sitting up and reaching for the thermos bottle, he suddenly saw An Ting lying beside the bed, and he was immediately stunned.

Tushanting?

How is he here?

Could it be that he has been staying here?

drop!

A low battery reminder appeared on the phone interface. He reached over and turned off the phone that had been playing the video.

"Ok?"

As soon as the phone was turned off, An Ting woke up.

An Ting sat up and rubbed his eyes drowsily.

The way he looked around fell into Xu Siming's eyes, and Xu Siming suddenly felt extremely cute.

He looks so cute when he's asleep.

"Mr. Xu, are you awake?"

Xu Siming looked at him and nodded, "Yeah."

"Are you thirsty?"

"A bit."

An Ting stood up and poured a glass of warm water for Xu Siming and handed it over. Then he looked up at the clock on the wall and said in surprise, "It's so late, it's already three in the morning."

An Ting suddenly thought of the infusion bottle. Fortunately, when he looked over, the infusion bottle was not half full.

Seeing An Ting's nervousness, Xu Siming comforted him, "The nurse probably came over to see her and changed the medicine in time. Don't worry."

"Fortunately, I thought I fell asleep and forgot to call the nurse, and then..."

"Then what? Then put air into the blood vessels and die on the spot?"

An Ting's heart tightened and she quickly reminded, "Don't talk nonsense. This is a hospital. It's not good to say such unlucky words."

"Don't be nervous. This is my old problem. I don't worry about it myself. Why are you worried?"

"Old problem? Have you had stomach problems for a long time?"

"Well, sometimes when I'm busy drawing pictures, in order not to interrupt my inspiration, I often forget to eat."

"This is not okay. You still have to eat on time. Your body is yours and you must take care of it."

"Ah."

An Ting continued: "The way you fainted just now is really scary. If your relatives see it, they will definitely feel distressed. You should pay more attention to your health in the future and eat on time. You can't make enough money. "

Xu Siming looked at the nagging An Ting. For some reason, he had the illusion that he was being controlled by his 'lover'.

He had never thought about love since he was a child. At this moment, as if he was influenced by An Ting, he actually wanted to find someone to accompany him.

It seems to be good if there is someone by your side and someone can detect the illness in time.

"Little Court."

"What's the matter, Mr. Xu?"