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Fingers covered in greasy blood strenuously stretched towards the central control screen, and every muscle involved was painful and convulsed. Mao Fei persisted desperately, resisting the weight of Zhuang Zhou's weight on his body, bit by bit, inch by inch, The numb fingertips finally pressed the answer button.

As soon as Mao Fei breathed a sigh of relief, he immediately collapsed back into the seat. He clasped his hands on Zhuang Zhou's back, not daring to use force or move around. Song Yusong's voice rang out in the carriage: "Hey, old Zhou. Ah, what—"

"Teacher Song!" Mao Fei endured the sharp pain from his lungs and shouted with all his strength, "We had a car accident!"

As soon as the words fell, Mao Fei couldn't bear the psychological breakdown anymore. He coughed and cried bitterly, tears mixed with snot, and his mouth was filled with a strong bloody smell: "Teacher Song! What should I do?!"

The broken glass on Zhuang Zhou's back cut Mao Fei's finger, he didn't notice it at all, he was forced to listen to Song Yusong's voice with all his attention: "I'll call Zhuang Mu right away! Where are you! Did you call an ambulance?"

"I can't move! I... woo... I am, I am... I don't know!" Mao Fei seemed to have an old and dilapidated radio in his head, playing noisy radio stations at the highest volume, and he looked up. Face stopped crying as much as possible, and when he regained his mind with all his strength, he could no longer hear Song Yusong's questioning.

"Zhuang Zhou... Please..." The left eye was once again covered by blood, and Mao Fei raised his hand tremblingly to touch his forehead and head, as if it didn't hurt, or it was completely numb, then there is no end to it The bleeding is more likely to be from Zhuang Zhou.

Mao Fei cried so hard that he buried his head in Zhuang Zhou's shoulder and kept murmuring. The noise outside the car became louder. He prayed for the ambulance to come quickly, and at the same time blamed why the ambulance didn't come. Suddenly, the bell rang loudly. Mao Fei Fei used his hazy right eye to see that the caller was "Zhuang Mu".

Nervous to the extreme, Mao Fei desperately poked the central control panel, and the moment Zhuang Mu was connected, he asked anxiously, "Mao Fei?!"

"I, I'm fine!" Mao Fei couldn't help sobbing, "Zhuang Zhou... woo...he passed out!"

"Don't worry, don't worry," but hearing that tone Zhuang Mu was about to go crazy, he comforted Mao Fei and said, "Don't be afraid, you've done a good job, the ambulance will be here soon, I'll let Pei Li find you, you Don't be afraid."

"I'm so scared!" Mao Fei wailed, "There's a lot of blood, I—"

Unable to utter another word, it turned into violent retching and convulsions, and the long, sharp sound pierced the brain again, Mao Fei struggled to breathe, but was still unable to match the suffocation sweeping the whole body, as if spinning from a high altitude Falling rapidly, he couldn't see or hear, and the last bit of clarity was lost in the endless darkness.

Yunning City People's Hospital.

I don't know how long it has passed, but the surrounding is very quiet, and there is still a clear smell of disinfectant.

Mao Fei's eyelashes trembled, and someone whispered in his ear, "Good boy?"

Unlike Zhuang Zhou's voice, Mao Fei was not happy, he wanted Zhuang Zhou.

In the car, he was still waiting for the red light, and the fingers stuffed into his clothes were scratching him badly. Mao Fei liked these little tricks. Zhuang Zhou was his lucky boyfriend, and he treated him like a brother and a father. Husband, there is always boundless indulgence and love for him.

Pei Li took out a tissue to wipe away the tears gushing out of his eyes, and said distressedly: "Don't cry, it's okay."

Changing one tissue after another failed to wipe away Mao Fei's tears. Pei Li was so worried that he whispered: "Feifei, wake up."

The whole body hurts, as if it was violently reinstalled without lubricating the engine oil after disassembly.

Mao Fei slowly regained consciousness from the drowsiness, and opened his eyes tremblingly, his eyes were dazed and helpless.

"Good boy!" Pei Li held his hand and drew his eyes to himself, "You scared me to death..."

Mao Fei looked at him, his memory gradually came back, his eyes suddenly panicked, tears poured down his face in a blink, and he buzzed, "Where's Zhuang Zhou?"

"He's fine, he's in the next room," Pei Li saw that his face was blushing slightly, and didn't dare to wipe it off with a paper towel, just dipping it in and out, "His parents are here, and they're guarding him." , should still be in a coma."

Mao Fei frowned, his lips trembling unbelievably: "W-Where is the injury, is it serious? Have you gone to see him?"

"It's gone, it's not serious," Pei Li rubbed his hand to comfort him, "The left arm is broken, and it will take a cast for a month, and there is a slight concussion. Bed rest is enough."

Mao Fei's nose was sore and runny, and the more he cried, the more he couldn't help it. He yelled, "Brother Pei, I'm scared to death, I'm scared to death..."

Ask again: "You didn't lie to me, is it true? Are there no other injuries?"

"It's gone, the rest are minor injuries." Pei Li stood up, ready to go to the bathroom to get some hot water to twist the towel, "He has a good foundation, and he will recover in less than a month, don't worry."

One hand was dripping, and Mao Fei touched himself with the other gauze-wrapped hand. His hair was still there, and there was no bandage. There was a gauze bag on his forehead. He tried to bend his leg. Although it was sore, it was fine. After successfully jacking up the quilt to a bulge.

When Pei Li came back, he sat by the bed and applied a hot towel to his face: "The doctor just came and said you are fine, don't worry."

Mao Fei let out a sobbing "Hmm", still frightened, and muttered, "I really want to see him..."

"Later. Also, do you want to tell your classmates and your mother?"

"...No need, I told them they are going to be in a hurry...Where's my phone?"

Pei Li looked at his distressed and pitiful little face, and sighed: "I don't know where it went, I will buy you a new one later, and it will arrive tomorrow."

Only then did Mao Fei realize it, and turned his head to look out the window. It was gray and heavy, and the rainstorm had not stopped.

"Brother Pei, how long have I been asleep?"

"Let me see, it's seven o'clock in the morning, and you've slept all night."

Mao Fei closed his eyes, feeling as tired as if he had struggled in the mud all night. He covered his stomach: "I'm so hungry, but I'm so sick, I feel nauseous when I think about eating."

Pei Li went to change a hot towel, this time wiped his chin and neck, and coaxed: "Have some porridge?"

Mao Fei shook his head, and said the same thing: "I want to see him..."

The heavy rain washes the leaves, rustling and hypnotizing.

Pei Li nursed Mao Fei and drank two sips of warm water, and according to his request, he pinched his fingers and rubbed his tiger's mouth gently. After rubbing for a while, he fell into a deep sleep again.

The ward was quiet again, the incandescent lamp was dazzling, Pei Li went to turn off the light lightly, and saw Zhuang Mu and Li Wei standing in the corridor talking through the glass on the door, he waited silently for a while, Li Wei left, Zhuang Mu Probably wanting to smoke, he put his hands in his trouser pockets irritably.

Pei Li pushed the door out and asked him with his eyes: "What's wrong?"

With a ruthless expression on his face, Zhuang Mu walked up to Pei Li and hugged him by the shoulders, leading him to the safe stairs.

This floor is all VIP wards, there are few people, so there is no need to worry about someone breaking in.

Zhuang Mu leaned against the wall and rubbed his eyebrows: "Did you see the woman my mother brought?"

"See, Assistant?"

"Blind date, take the opportunity to bring someone who will take care of Zhuang Zhou."

Pei Li pursed the corner of his lower lip, took a step closer, stretched out his hand to press Zhuang Mu's temple and slowly rubbed it in circles: "I can't drive you away, can you?"

Zhuang Mu sighed.

Pei Li also sighed: "When Mao Fei wakes up, I will tell him."

Zhuang Mu put his hand on the back of Pei Li's hand, pulled it down, and put his chin in his palm, he complained, "I'm so tired."

Pei Li took another step closer and gave Zhuang Mu his arms to lean on.

After ten o'clock in the morning, the rain started to lighten.

Mao Fei slept in a dream full of disasters. When he woke up, he didn't see Pei Li, and the needle on the back of his hand was gone. He gasped and got out of bed. The hospital gown was baggy, and the cotton slippers didn't have his bear The ears are so comfortable.

He stood by the window, the glass reflected his terrible and embarrassing image, the sound of the rain made him want to pee, so he staggered and moved to the bathroom with pain all over his body.

The mirror on the sink is more intuitive than glass. This is Mao Fei's worst hairstyle in the past 20 years.

He wanted to scratch in water, but he was afraid of getting wet gauze, so he was struggling when the door behind him opened and closed, and Pei Li came in, carrying sweet millet porridge.

"Are you awake? Is there any discomfort?"

"Yes, my heart hurts."

After hearing this, Pei Li laughed, helped Mao Fei to sit by the bed, and announced the good news: "Zhuang Zhou has woken up."

Mao Fei's eyes were shining brightly, if not for Pei Li holding him down, he would have jumped up: "I---!"

"Don't worry!" Pei Li signaled him with a "shh" to be calm, "He woke up while you were asleep, and he also wanted to look for you as soon as he woke up. He was arranged for a series of checkups, and he was tired. I fell asleep again now."

"No! I'm going!" Tears flowed before he finished speaking, "Did you tell him, did you tell him I'm fine?"

"After talking about it, everyone present proved that you are fine. I said you were tired and sleeping, so he was relieved."

"Woo...Little Brother Pei, I, I want to see him..."

Pei Li scolded him as a "crying bag", then scooped up a spoonful of millet porridge and fed it to his lips: "Open your mouth."

Mao Fei opened his mouth and ate half a bowl of millet porridge with tears in his eyes.

Pei Li had never taken care of anyone like this before. It was a little fresh and a little helpless. He wiped Mao Fei's swollen face with a hot towel and cleaned it up. Then he sat opposite Mao Fei and said, "Good boy."

Mao Fei begged him: "I'm so obedient, can't you let me take a look? Now I know that everything in the TV series is real, can I just take a look? I didn't cry, make trouble, hang myself, his father Mom is here, so I won't go in, anyway, he is sleeping, so I will lie on the door and take a look."

Pei Li was so pitiful that his heart was broken: "I want to tell you something, it's not a bad thing, don't get excited."

"Not a bad thing?"

"Well, it's not a big deal. Zhuang Zhou's mother brought a woman here without permission, saying that she came here to take care of Zhuang Zhou, and the purpose was to go on a blind date, but you know Zhuang Zhou, he can't wait to take you to get married. So you don't have to be afraid."

Mao Fei stared at his big moist eyes, his nose was sour, and he wanted to cry again.

Pei Li pinched the tip of his nose: "Don't cry, hold back."

Mao Fei flung him wildly and scolded in a buzzing voice, "You're still pissing me off!"

"Zhuang Mu and his mother have already gone back, two busy people, now only the woman and Zhuang Zhou's father are left in the room, I'll take you there, be good and be polite, do you hear me?"

Mao Fei hugged Pei Li's wrist, sucked his nose hard, and nodded obediently.