want to lie to me to love you again

"What front or back?"

"Did he hurt the front or the back?"

"Of course it's the front! Tsk, it seems that I'm the one who suffers." Fang Zhiyi thought about it, and felt a little bit aggrieved again.

"You're a fart!" After all, the doctor is a role of saving lives and healing the wounded. At this time, he also felt a little uncomfortable with Fang Zhiyi's actions, so he was no longer so polite when speaking to him.

"What are you doing in a daze? Why don't you call 120 quickly?! Do you want to wait for him to die?"

"No! He can only be here! He can't go anywhere!" Fang Zhiyi subconsciously refuted the doctor's words.Because he knew that once Song Zhicheng was taken to the hospital by an ambulance in his own community, the news would definitely reach Song Shi's ears, and not only would he re-enter his sight, but even the relationship between himself and Song Zhicheng. .... If Song Shi knew that he had "handled" his son and made him half-dead, the person who disappeared in Yunchang Prefecture the next day would be himself.

He would never allow such a thing to happen.

At this moment, the doctor gave him an idea, saying that he could leave secretly after calling the ambulance. After all, the medical staff are not executives, and they don't know how to extract fingerprints and footprints. At most, they know that Song Zhicheng and others Huanhao, in the end, he tossed himself like this, and didn't know who the person he had intercourse with was.

"..." Fang Zhiyi, Fang Zhiyi had to admit that he was a little moved, but he was really hesitant, because if he ran away, Song Zhicheng would be left alone to face the contempt of others, and Song Shicheng would be the only one left. His anger, one carelessness, can ruin his future.

After all, Song Zhicheng can be regarded as a small leader of a state institution. If such a scandal suddenly broke out, he might be hopeless for promotion in his life.Not only that, but he didn't know if he would be able to keep his position as the director of the Herb Collection Division.

But Fang Zhiyi thought about it again, why did he think so much about him?Doesn't he have a supernatural father?Let him worry about the future.When the time comes, if things really get serious, will Song Shi, as his biological father, really ignore it?

"How? Go or not? He won't last long."

"..." I was here to save him... yes!I am here to save him!Fang Zhiyi finally found an excuse that even he believed.So, he calmly dialed 120 from the landline in Song Zhicheng's room, and deliberately lowered his voice and said to the other end of the phone, "Moyuan Community, Room 12, Building 603, there is a patient. He has a high fever of [-] degrees and is unconscious. Yes, you guys Come on now, the person vomited blood just now, it seems that the situation is not good."

"..."

"Well, I'm not going anywhere, I'm just waiting here." When Fang Zhiyi said this, for some reason, tears rushed out, like a faucet that couldn't be turned off, and couldn't stop .In order to worry about being seen by the doctor, he quickly changed the direction and stood.

"Are you ready? Pack up and leave quickly. It's not the rush hour, and the speed of the ambulance is very fast."

"Okay." Fang Zhiyi replied, but still did not move with his back turned to him.

The doctor was a little strange, and put his hand on his shoulder, trying to pull him back, but Fang Zhiyi suddenly threw him away.

"What's the matter? Go away! Time is running out... Is it really going to be exposed?"

But Fang Zhiyi was like turning into a stake, motionless, not even moving a step. Two minutes later, he suppressed his voice and said, "You go out first, and I'll leave after packing up."

The doctor didn't suspect him. He packed up his tools first, then turned and left the bedroom. When he reached the door, he couldn't help urging, "Hurry up." Then he closed the door.

Immediately, only Fang Zhiyi who was standing was left in the bedroom, and Song Zhicheng who was lying unconscious on the bed.After such a long time, the redness on Song Zhicheng's face not only did not subside, but the color of his cheeks became darker, which indicated that his fever was getting worse.But fortunately, the person still has a breath, he can still breathe, instead of his chest not rising and falling as before.

Fang Zhiyi stood by the bed for a long time again, until the doctor knocked on the door impatiently, then leaned over and hugged him, and whispered in his ear, "I'm sorry, and, live on. Brother Song. "

Then he wiped it on his face indiscriminately, picked up his clothes casually, turned around and left without taking pictures.Fang Zhiyi, who managed to get down the stairs, didn't leave immediately, but sent the doctor away, and hid in a corner where no one noticed, watching the ambulance roaring towards him, and then watching the medical staff hurry up and down. Carried the stretcher and first aid equipment into the security door of the apartment, and then walked out and really left.

He had no face and didn't dare to take another look at Song Zhicheng who was being carried down by the medical staff, because he felt that if this happened, he would never be able to leave again.

After Fang Zhiyi left Moyuan Community, he went straight to his own residence, imitated Song Zhicheng and threw himself on the bed, and then began to sleep with his eyes closed, without even cleaning his body.

Now he felt that he was not only a rotten person, but also an indecisive rotten person, who was not firm in his stand, and even felt sympathy for the target of revenge in his heart.Really damn, more damn than everyone else.

Brother Song...Brother Song...Brother Song...Fang Zhiyi kept chewing on these three titles in her heart, and finally fell into a deep sleep.In the dream, his omnipotent and gentle brother Song came to him again, this time not only took him up and down the sea, but also brought him a gift.He remembered that he was very happy at the time, and he stuffed the bear doll he had been holding in his hand as a return gift.

He will always remember Song Zhicheng's smile at that time, it was warmer than the winter sun.

Why... he asked himself, but in the end, the question remained unanswered.

Fang Zhiyi was rough-skinned and thick-skinned. After sleeping for half a day without caring about anything, he woke up, only to find that he was fine. He didn't have a fever, and his lower body wasn't inflamed. His physique was much better than Song Zhicheng's.

But why did he acquiesce that Song Zhicheng was the one above?Fang Zhiyi thought, probably he also thinks he is cheap.

Fang Zhiyi dragged his tired body to the bathroom for a brief shower, then did a detailed cleaning by himself, and then changed into a set of bright formal clothes, ready for the banquet.

That's right, under such circumstances, he actually wanted to go to the banquet, and this banquet was very important to him.If things go well tonight, he will be able to get on board with the representatives sent by the central government, which will provide an extra layer of protection for his future actions.