The whole world thinks I can exorcise ghosts

"This time, I'm afraid it's more ominous..." The man on the bed was pale, but there was a gentle smile on the corner of his mouth, and the tone of his speech was casual as if he was saying that the moonlight was not good tonight.

It was just such a short sentence and he coughed violently. Feng Yue was holding the copper basin in his hand, and hurriedly put the copper basin on the stool, walked two steps to the bedside, and gently placed his hand on the man's chest Caressing, the expression is not much better than the patient on the bed.

"Nonsense." Feng Yue gently caressed the man's chest while coaxing, "Doctor Jiang has already said that it will be fine after the winter solstice."

"His medical skills are not as good as mine," the man smiled desolately, raised his hand to grab Feng Yue's broad palm, and rubbed his fingertips on the back of his hand, "Do you believe him or not?"

"I want to trust him this time." Feng Yue said firmly, "Qingqing, you will be fine."

The man called Qingqing smiled contemptuously, frowned and coughed heavily, Feng Yue's expression changed drastically, subconsciously he raised his sleeve to wipe the corner of his mouth, but the man turned his head away and avoided it.

"I will do it myself."

He stubbornly refused to let Fengyue touch it, so he raised his hand and wiped the corner of his mouth with trembling hands. There was a red mark on the back of his white hand. Fengyue took a wet handkerchief and gestured to wipe it off for him, but he dodged.

He smiled and asked, "Do you think the color of this blood looks like the wedding dress your mother prepared for you?"

Feng Yue frowned, a trace of displeasure flashed across his face, he forced the back of his hand to wipe away the bloodstain, "Do you still mind?"

The man shook his head and nodded again, "Ah Yue, if I die, you can marry that girl according to your mother's wishes."

"What are you talking about?" Feng Yue glared at him angrily, "You will not die, and I will not marry someone else, not in this life."

The man was startled, and then suddenly raised his arms around Fengyue's neck, panting heavily with just such a simple movement, Fengyue was anxious, and quickly put his arms around his waist, "Don't move around , Dr. Jiang said that you are so sick that you will be lying down and will not be able to work..."

"What rank is my Shen Qing in medical skills?" He interrupted Feng Yue's words, and asked in his ear.

The hot air pierced through the thin eardrum and penetrated into the ear hole, making Fengyue's heart itchy. He swallowed and replied honestly, "If you are ranked second, no one will dare to rank first."

Shen Qing seemed to be quite satisfied with his answer, nodded and coughed twice, Feng Yue hurriedly raised his hand to caress his vest, giving him comfort.

"Doctor Jiang is ranked third in Tai Hospital, can he understand better than me?"

"Of course you know a lot." Feng Yue echoed.

Shen Qing chuckled twice, seemed more satisfied, turned her head and bit the tip of his ear, and said in a low voice, "Ah Yue, let me mend the tattoo on your body for you."

Feng Yue turned to look at him, stroked his pale face with his fingertips, and printed a kiss on the place where the fingertips touched, "Wait until you get better."

"I'm afraid I won't be able to wait," Shen Qing shook her head, her expression was a little weak, and even her tone of voice seemed to be crying, "I'm afraid I won't be able to wait..."

Feng Yue opened his eyes abruptly, and what imprinted on his eyes was the white walls and the noisy voices around him.

There was a moment of chaos in his brain, and the unspeakable grief in his heart seemed to have not been completely separated from the dream mirror. He frowned and turned his head to confirm where he was, but found that his sight was blocked by a champagne-colored curtain. blocked.

He subconsciously wanted to sit up, and when he was about to lift the quilt, he realized that there was something in the palm of his left hand.

Looking down the line of sight, it was a hand that was being held tightly by myself, maybe it had been held for a long time, and the fingertips were covered with sticky sweat stains.

Song Nan was sitting crookedly on the chair beside the hospital bed, his head was tilted to one side as if he had fallen asleep, one hand was tightly held by Feng Yue, his brows were slightly knit together. Dreaming or sleeping is not very comfortable.

Feng Yue subconsciously let go of his hand, seeing the little red marks left on Song Nan's palm, the gate of memory was suddenly pulled open, and he remembered that Song Nan's palm was hurt.

It may be that sweat soaked into the wound, which caused Song Nan's beautiful eyebrows to become knotted. Feng Yue felt guilty and opened his mouth to wake him up, but suddenly thought of something else.

The memory of the moment before he fainted flooded his head and face like a tide, and time seemed to stand still, staying at the moment when Song Nan's blood seeped into his fingertips.

In fact, Song Nan didn't sleep very soundly. The voice of the patient crying for pain and the voice of the nurse calling the patient or the family member calling the nurse were too noisy, and the environment was limited. In addition to such a small chair, the injured hand was still being held by Feng Yue. Clutching tightly in your hands, how can you sleep?

Not to mention sleeping, he even suspected that if Fengyue tried harder, he might have to go to the building next door to get an orthopedic appointment.

Sweat seeped into the wound, and the tingling pain made Song Nan wake up from his daze. As soon as he opened his eyes, he bumped into a pair of eyes that were as deep as a deep pool and were close at hand. He was so scared that he even took the chair back. half a step.

"You..." After seeing Fengyue's face clearly, Song Nan stroked his chest and let out a breath, "When did you wake up?"

"Just now." Feng Yue still stared at him, his eyes seemed to be fixed on his face, and he couldn't move away.

"Is there any other discomfort?" Song Nan stood up and raised his hand to touch his forehead, intending to take his temperature, "Do you know how high your temperature is when 120 comes?"

Because Song Nan stood up suddenly, Feng Yue had to tilt his face slightly to see his face clearly. He let Song Nan put his uninjured hand on his forehead and asked him, "How much?"

"Sixty!" Song Nan stretched out his thumb and little finger and compared the number to him, with an exaggerated expression, "It's not dark or blowing, if it wasn't for your hot body, the doctor would have suspected something wrong with his thermometer."

Fengyue still stared at his face, and said calmly in response.

Song Nan took his hand away from his forehead, and the brows that had just been relaxed frowned again, "Why is it so cold again? You lie down for a while, I'll ask the doctor to come and have a look..."

"No need," Feng Yue grabbed his wrist, "I'm fine."

Song Nan glanced at him, with obvious disbelief in his eyes.

"Come closer." Feng Yue grabbed his wrist and pulled him towards him.

"Why?" Song Nan looked at him.

Feng Yue didn't say anything more, and pulled him to the side of the bed with force.

Before Song Nan could react, he felt his waist was encircled by a pair of arms, and a hairy head was attached to his lower abdomen.

Song Nan was shocked, his whole body froze following Feng Yue's unexpected movement, and he didn't dare to move, except his mouth.

"You... are you okay?" Song Nan felt that his language function might also be affected by a certain delay because of Fengyue's action, and he couldn't even speak clearly.

"It's okay." Feng Yue said.

"Then you..." Song Nan raised his hand and found that he didn't know where to put it, so he had to hang his hands to his side, "You... what's wrong with you?"

what happened?

Feng Yue couldn't tell what was wrong with him, in fact, he was very at a loss right now.Ever since he found the jade ring finger on Huang Diwen's body, he has been sure that he is the reincarnation of Shen Qing, the person he has been looking for for 1000 years, he wants to protect him and treat him in every possible way, and even has planned the future privately .

But not long ago, he discovered that all this may be wrong.

There is a chance that the jade ring finger will be changed hands after several years of changes, and it may even be very high, but the blood is different. He saw with his own eyes the violent reaction brought by Song Nan's blood soaked in his body. Can't be fake.

The dream before waking up came into his mind again, Feng Yue hugged Song Nan's waist, subconsciously murmured, "Qingqing..."

Song Nan was stunned for a moment, stared down at Fengyue's head, and asked curiously, "Who is Qingqing? You kept shouting when you were unconscious. Is it someone important? Would you like me to make a call for you?" he?"

"Have I been calling this name?" Feng Yue asked in a muffled voice.

"No, at first I thought you were going to kiss..." Song Nan laughed to himself and explained, "Just the one who kisses and hugs and raises high, I wonder if you are Even in a coma, I still have a dream, why do I still want to kiss, hahaha..."

Perhaps infected by Song Nan's heartless laughter, Feng Yue also laughed along with him unconsciously.

Song Nan reckoned that Fengyue might be in a bad mood. Generally, when Huang Diwen was in a bad mood, he would like to hug him like this, saying that he was relying on him, but he didn't expect that one day he would become someone other than Huang Diwen. Relying on it, this feeling is quite proud.

So Song Nan withdrew the hand that was going to push him away. Fengyue's hand was icy cold, and he could feel the coolness through layers of clothes. Song Nan remembered the body cold he said before, so he didn't continue. Ask about calling the doctor.

The two hugged each other in silence for a while. Song Nan reckoned that the time was almost up, and Fengyue's mood should have stabilized. When he was about to push the person away, the curtain next to him was lifted, and a man in a white coat The doctor came in and was stunned when he saw the two of them like this, with an embarrassed expression on his face, "Well... I'll come back later."

The sense of pride that surged up just now was completely lost by the doctor's shocked expression, Song Nan pulled the corner of his mouth in embarrassment, and subconsciously pushed Fengyue away, "Well...he...he seems to be still not too good……"

Fengyue: "..."

When the doctor asked about Fengyue's situation, Song Nan stepped aside. Fengyue's performance was not as "not very good" as Song Nan said. The doctor did not do any more routine examinations, saying that he could pack up and go home.

"Take care of the injury on your hand too." The doctor said to Song Nan before leaving, "It probably got worse overnight."

Song Nan nodded and thanked the doctor, poured Fengyue a glass of water and handed it to him, "Wait for me first."

When Fengyue was mentioned by the doctor, he suddenly remembered that Song Nan's palm was still wounded, and when he woke up, he was still holding his injured hand...

"You..." Seeing Fengyue staring at him guiltily, Song Nan couldn't laugh or cry, and joked, "Now you know guilt?"

Originally it was just a joke, but Xiang Fengyue nodded honestly after listening, "You didn't deal with it all night?"

Song Nan shrugged his shoulders, "You don't know what kind of evil you have, you have to drag me like this all night, even if you want to change hands, I'm wondering, where does your strength come from? Usually, you can't eat well. Quite a few."

Feng Yue automatically ignored the long speech behind him, "You just let me catch it all night?"

"Otherwise?" Song Nan rolled his eyes, "I can't even go to the toilet, I can't bear it anymore, so the nurse brought me a basin..." After saying that, he pointed to the two sides that were closed The curtain, indicating Fengyue to imagine the scene at that time by himself.

"I'm sorry..." Feng Yue said.

"There's nothing to be sorry about. You were delirious at the time, and you kept dragging me to call you Qingqing..." Song Nan said after finishing his gossip, "You haven't said who this person is yet?"

Feng Yue didn't want to mention it. His mind is a little messed up now, and he needs to reorganize his thoughts. He shook his head and changed the subject, "I'll accompany you to deal with the wound."

Song Nan originally wanted to refuse. After all, Fengyue had a high fever of more than 60 degrees last night, and the thermometer was almost fried. He was worried that he would have any sequelae, but saw Fengyue put on his shoes and stood firmly on him. Before and after, Song Nan dismissed this idea again.

Song Nan stayed here all night last night. He was already familiar with several nurses, and he didn't go to the front to register. Debridement went.

Feng Yue walked in after him, and the nurse in charge of debridement cleaned Song Nan's palm with a cotton swab soaked in alcohol and said, "It's all inflamed, you have to wash it with alcohol, you hold it back."

Song Nan is not afraid of pain, he nodded but turned his face away, "You can do whatever you want."

The nurse began to apply the medicine after cleaning. Fengyue, who glanced at the side, was startled, and then said in shock, "Are you the one who sent it last night? You can go to the ground so soon?"

Song Nan smiled, feeling inexplicably proud, "Aren't you awesome?"

The nurse nodded, "You can be regarded as famous in our emergency center. It's amazing that you can be infused with fluid overnight. It's amazing. Dr. Wang probably has been proud for a long time this time."

"Is his injury serious?" Feng Yue didn't pay attention to what the nurse said, just staring at Song Nan's open palm and asked.

"It's not serious at first. It's a different matter if you sweat all night. There are signs of inflammation. Change the dressing more frequently in the past two days," the nurse said, and quickly covered the gauze covered with the medicine on Song Nan's palm. , said while tearing off the adhesive tape, "But compared to the injury on my back, this is nothing."

"On the back?" Feng Yue looked at Song Nan suspiciously, and suddenly remembered the scene when he wiped his blood with a handkerchief last night.

"The wound on the back is quite long and deep," the nurse said while bandaging it, "You should go home and take care of it for a while, and come over to change the dressing if necessary. If you live far away, it's not convenient to find a nearby one." It’s the same at the clinic, but don’t touch water or eat ginger, chili and soy sauce for a few days.”

Song Nan nodded to thank the nurse, picked up his backpack and rushed to the peak, "Let's go."

[The author has something to say]: Didn't you explain clearly in the previous chapter?The identity has been clarified!The key points are also drawn, go back and read again if you don’t know clearly ~ Update on Saturday and Sunday morning ~ Good night ~