Occupation game

[five] [1]

When Long Zhi opened his eyes, he found himself lying on the hospital bed with a drip on the back of his hand.Zhao Boyi sat on the chair next to him, his face stinky.

Long Zhi vaguely remembered that it was Zhao Boyi who picked him up and went downstairs, and hurriedly ran to the school gate to hail a taxi.Long Zhi was so moved in his heart, but he didn't dare to speak out, because Zhao Boyi's face was really stinky.

"Are you awake?" Zhao Boyi spoke first.

"...um..." Long Zhi didn't dare to speak, and he didn't dare not to speak.

"are you hungry?"

"...Mmm." Long Zhi was really hungry, he hadn't eaten for a long time, and he drank wine last night.

"Be hungry," Zhao Boyi said, "The doctor said, you can't eat now."

Long Zhi stared at his eyes and turned around, feeling a little wronged.

"...I was wrong..." Long Zhi looked at Zhao Boyi sincerely, his eyes sparkling.

"What's wrong." Zhao Boyi was not polite.

"I shouldn't not eat well, and I shouldn't make you anxious."

"Should you eat something, do you know?"

"know."

"Eat regularly and quantitatively, don't you know?"

"know."

"Long Zhi," Zhao Boyi looked at Long Zhi, his anger still lingering, "This is not an example."

"Well, I remember."

Zhao Boyi's face gradually improved.

Longzhi's recovery ability is super strong, the fever subsided quickly, his physical strength returned little by little, and the number of trips to the toilet gradually decreased to the normal number.

Zhao Boyi has been taking care of him by his side, including Long Zhi going to the toilet.After a few days, Zhao Boyi was already very familiar with the hospital procedures. When the little nurse came to change the medicine solution, he could just put it down and leave. Zhao Boyi could handle it very well.

Three days later, the doctor approved that Long Zhi could eat, but he had to eat small meals frequently, and he had to eat a partial diet.

Long Zhisheng had been starving for three days and was only allowed to drink a little salt water or sugar water. He was finally allowed to eat. He was so happy.

Long Zhi has a good mouth, cold and hard things are crunchy when bitten, he doesn't like to eat liquid food.He doesn't like those porridge and soup.

This annoyed Zhao Boyi.

"You can't eat anything else now, raw or cold, hard or indigestible." Zhao Boyi said, this is almost the longest sentence he said.

But Long Zhi just likes to eat these.

Long Zhi pouted and didn't dare to say it clearly, but he didn't want to eat it when he saw the thin porridge.

[five] [2]

"Eat it by yourself," Zhao Boyi said flatly, "I have a bad stomach and a good hand."

Long Zhi looked unwilling.

"Don't gulp it down." Watching Long Zhi pour it into his stomach as if he was drinking traditional Chinese medicine, Zhao Boyi stopped him. "Eat one small spoonful one small spoonful, eat slowly." In the past, it was overeating and eating too fast that made me feel uncomfortable this time.

Long Zhi ate with a bitter face.Maybe it was because the patient had a bad temper, and Long Zhi felt aggrieved and dissatisfied.

Zhao Boyi's nameless fire suddenly rose, "You don't want to eat, do you?"

"...Yes..." Long Zhi actually dared to answer yes.

Zhao Boyi suppressed the fire, walked to the door and closed it, and when he came back, he pulled up the bed curtain and the curtain to make sure that no one could see them together.

"Kneel up." Zhao Boyi's voice was flat.

Long Zhi didn't know what it meant, and he didn't dare to disobey, so he had to do it slowly.

As soon as Long Zhi knelt down, Zhao Boyi pressed Long Zhi's shoulder with his left hand, while taking off his belt with his right hand, he took off the trousers and underwear of Long Zhi's hospital gown, without leaving any room for Long Zhi. Opportunity to respond to begging for mercy.

With the sound of the wind, the belt swished through the air, and kissed Long Zhi's buttocks again and again. Zhao Boyi's hands were strong, and he didn't think about showing mercy. After about ten strokes, Long Zhi's entire buttocks turned red.

Long Zhi wanted to talk, to beg for mercy, to admit his mistakes, and to guarantee, but Zhao Boyi pressed him hard, the pain was terribly painful, and tears just flowed down.

Zhao Boyi knew it well, after forty strokes, he stopped and asked, "Do you want to have a good meal?"

Long Zhi nodded quickly, looked at Zhao Boyi tearfully, pitifully.

"Grieved?" Zhao Boyi asked.

"I'm not wronged..." Clearly choked with sobs.

"Called you wrong?" Zhao Boyi asked.

"No..." Long Zhi looked like Zhao Boyi didn't beat him anymore, he turned around and hugged Zhao Boyi, rubbing his tears on his body, "I will eat and drink porridge well from now on, I don't dare."

"Long Zhi," Zhao Boyi let Long Zhi be in his arms, "Your stomach hurts, and my heart hurts."

Long Zhi raised his head, with tears in his eyes, looking at Zhao Boyi who was sincere, distressed, entangled and firm, even though he was in labor pain behind him, he was very moved.

As compensation, in the end, Zhao Boyi fed this bowl of porridge to Long Zhi, spoonful by spoonful.Long Zhi blinked his bright eyes, and felt that even if he was beaten, the treatment was worth it.