The scumbag of a wealthy family

The secretary-general arrived with the family doctor and the medical staff from the emergency center at the same time. The doctor squeezed Shen Lingzhe's jaw open and pulled out Wei Huan's bloody fingers.

He stood aside, the doctor fixed Shen Lingzhe's limbs with bandages, blood dripped from Wei Huan's fingertips onto the floor, his eyes were fixed on Shen Lingzhe's haggard and sick side face.

"Nurse, please help treat this gentleman's wound." The Secretary-General noticed Wei Huan's fingers.

The nurse came over and said softly, "Sir, please sit on the sofa."

"How could he have such a severe fever?" Wei Huan sat down obediently, raised his head and asked the doctor.

"Mr. Shen's lung infection was caused by inhalation of heavy smoke, and his fever persisted." The doctor took out an injection and pierced it under the skin of Shen Lingzhe's arm.

Wei Huan stood up and walked over. The nurse hadn't bandaged his wound yet, "Eh? Wait?"

He looked at Shen Lingzhe's frowning brows and his unconscious state, thinking to himself, what are you doing running back when you're so sick.

The Secretary-General stared at Wei Huan silently. He should have the most real feelings now, what kind of feelings he has for Shen Lingzhe, whether he is using Shen Lingzhe to complete the task, or doing a fake show for real.

"Get some ice packs to help him physically cool down." The doctor ordered, and the secretary-general immediately went out of the room to get them.

When he came back with an ice pack, Wei Huan reached for it, and the secretary-general said calmly, "I'll do it."

Wei Huan stared at him expressionlessly, my love, are you acting like this?Wei Huan took the ice pack from the secretary-general's hand, wrapped it with a towel and applied it to Shen Lingzhe's forehead.

The Secretary-General stood beside him calmly, at least his worries were not fake.

After waiting for the doctor to put the IV on Shen Lingzhe, the secretary-general sent the doctors and nurses away. Wei Huan sat by the bed, his appetite throbbing from time to time was ignored by him, and his black eyes stared at Shen Lingzhe's restless sleeping face. After a long time, he slowly closed Eyes.

"Ugh..."

"what……"

Wei Huan raised his head suddenly. He heard Shen Lingzhe's hoarse and unbearable groans. He touched his forehead with his palm. The whole bag of ice was melted by his temperature. His body temperature suddenly reached its peak and he began to sweat. Clothes were wet with sweat.

Wei Huan tore off the quilt covering him, tore Shen Lingzhe's shirt with both hands, and the buttons flicked around. good quilt.

In the early morning, Wei Huan stretched his arm and found that he couldn't move. He opened his eyes in shock. The doctor was pressing his arm, pushing the needle with his fingers to inject an unknown liquid into his blood vessel. Wei Huan fell into an inexplicable panic. He raised his eyes and looked at the open bathroom door.

Shen Lingzhe came out wearing a bathrobe. He had a cold face, but he still couldn't hide his tired expression, and said lightly, "It's just a nutritional injection. Since you don't want to eat well, that's the only way to go."

Finally the doctor stopped the injection, Wei Huan turned over and ran to the bathroom to retch, Shen Lingzhe was already familiar with this scene, thanked the doctor and sent them out.

"You know I hate this!" Wei Huan walked out of the bathroom after rinsing his mouth. He saw Shen Lingzhe standing in front of the bed, planning to change into a brand new suit, "What do you want to do? You are so sick and still go to work?! "

Shen Lingzhe ignored him and picked up his shirt.

Wei Huan grabbed his wrist and pulled Shen Lingzhe's shoulder, "Are you listening to me? Who do you think you are? If you persist like this, the world can't turn around without you?"

Shen Lingzhe was pushed onto the bed by him, and Wei Huan leaned on his body, pressing Shen Lingzhe's chest with his palm, "Our matter is not over yet, you'd better get well soon."

Shen Lingzhe lowered his eyes, condensing Wei Huan's bandage-wrapped fingers, he thought, is it true that Wei Huan really only breaks your "limbs" before you will stay by my side honestly?

The author has something to say: Tomorrow I will make up all the words!