Divorced, still making trouble?

"Well, after the last test, I don't think Lei Shao and Mu Zixing will sit still, they should fight back."

On the fourth day when Ji Mingzhe was out of danger, Qiu Ye was walking towards the hospital holding the phone in one hand and steaming buns with soy milk in the other. The middle-aged woman said, "Sister, a bowl of tofu nao, and two fried dough sticks, I want to take it away."

The breakfast stall owner was amused by his sweet mouth, and said very readily, "Okay, I'll put you in line, wait a moment."

Qiu Ye calmly sat down on the blue plastic chair next to him, and continued to say to the person on the phone, "Before they make any moves, let's wait and see what happens. Let's see if we can wade through this muddy water."

"Well, I think so too." He Wenyuan said on the other end of the phone.

"By the way, Ji Mingzhe is seriously injured now. Ji Haodong will leave many things to other people to do. I am in the hospital, and the news will be relatively closed. Both Lei and Ji, uncle, please take care of people to keep an eye on them." Qiu Ye Again.

"Don't worry, you stay in the hospital with peace of mind, and I will notify you immediately if there is any news."

After the call was over, the tofu nao and fried dough sticks had just been packaged. Qiu Ye put the stool back under the table, got up to pay, and then walked forward with a pile of food.

He was wearing flip flops, loose and soft cotton clothes and pants, his hair was messy, and the red marks from the infusion tube while sleeping still remained on his face. His image was lazy like that of an old man who got up early and walked birds in the park. Grandpa is no different.

Fortunately, the public is very tolerant of good-looking people. Even if he wears a tattered rag, goes out on the street without washing his face for a few days, he is still handsome in the eyes of others.

Qiu Ye seemed to be aware of his great advantage, so he shamelessly smiled at every passing doctor and nurse.

So along the way, he not only had buns, soy milk, fried dough sticks, tofu brains, but also two boxes of yogurt, an apple and a box of fresh strawberries.

Qiu Ye hugged them and kicked open the door of the double ward on the top floor of the chest inpatient department.

The nurse in the ward came to the outside room with a urine bag. Qiu Ye glanced at the drawn curtain in front of him and asked in a low voice, "Has the doctor checked the room?"

"Yes, I just left," the nurse aunt said with a smile.

"Oh," Qiu Ye nodded, put down the things on his hands, then opened the curtain and entered the room.

When he went downstairs in the morning, Ji Mingzhe was still awake, but at this moment, the other party was opening his eyes and looking out the window.

Qiu Ye raised his lips, walked over and pinched his face, leaned down and said softly, "I'm back."

Ji Mingzhe turned his head, "Yes."

Qiu Ye, "..."

In the past two days, this person always woke up and slept for a while, and his consciousness was not so clear every time he woke up. Qiu Ye thought it was the same this time, but Ji Mingzhe responded, and looked at the other person's eyes. Qiu Ye suddenly got stuck.

"...Morning." Qiu Ye looked down at Ji Mingzhe for a while and said.

Ji Mingzhe also looked up at him, and said in a hoarse voice, "Morning."

In the past few days, Qiu Ye would kiss Ji Mingzhe and moisten his dry lips with the tip of his tongue, but now that the other party was clearly conscious, Qiu Ye suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

In the end, the two looked at each other for a few seconds. Qiu Ye straightened up first, stood beside the bed and cleared his throat, "Are you thirsty? Do you want to go to the bathroom?"

Ji Mingzhe shook his head.

"Then does your wound hurt? Do you feel any discomfort?" Qiu Yegang asked, and clicked his tongue again, "Forget it, it must hurt, when I asked nonsense."

As he spoke, he scratched his head, and suddenly became like a boy who just fell in love. He searched for a long time in front of his sweetheart, but he didn't know what to say.

This was a situation that Qiu Ye had never faced before, and he was awkward and at a loss.

Just when the atmosphere was in an embarrassing situation, the nurse went back and forth. Seeing that Ji Mingzhe was fully awake, she stepped forward and asked a few questions. The questions were obviously much more comprehensive and thoughtful than that of Qiu Ye.

After confirming that Ji Mingzhe had nothing to call a doctor or help, the auntie of the nurse said to Qiu Ye, "Mr. Qiu, you have breakfast first, and I'll take care of it here."

"It's okay, auntie, I bought a lot, you can eat some too, I'll eat here." Qiu Ye coughed, pointed to the table beside the hospital bed and said.

"Hey, okay, then I'll go to the outside room first." The auntie nurse didn't refuse, and said with a smile, she was embarrassed to eat Qiu Ye's food at first, but every time Qiu Ye bought breakfast, she would also buy one for her. After rejecting it twice, but failed, he took it.

Qiu Ye took the tofu brain out of the bag, then opened the lid, tilted his head and asked, "When will Ji Mingzhe's breakfast be delivered?"

"I just went to ask, it's [-]:[-]." The nurse aunt said.

Qiu Ye gave a pause when he broke his chopsticks, "Is it still liquid food?"

"That's right," the nurse said with a smile, "Dean Wang said that in the past two days, we should eat a small amount of liquid food several times. From the day after tomorrow, we can start supplementing with high-protein and high-calorie foods, such as fish soup and lean meat."

Qiu Ye responded, and looked at Ji Mingzhe, who was almost skinny in just a few days, feeling a little distressed.

The auntie of the nurse is a sensitive person who also guessed the relationship between the two, so she smiled and comforted, "It's like this after a major operation, young people have strong recovery ability, as long as they take good care of them, they will get better soon. "

Qiu Ye's face looked better now.

Tofu nao is sweet, Qiu Ye tasted it, the taste is soft and smooth, and the taste is also very good.

"Hey," he suddenly turned his head to look at Ji Mingzhe, approached him and whispered, "Do you want to have a bite?"

Although the hospital made a nutritious meal with great care, it had no taste at all. He didn't want to eat it once, but Ji Mingzhe had been eating it for several days.

Ji Mingzhe couldn't move his body. Hearing Qiu Ye's words, he turned his gaze towards the roof to his face.

"Just one bite, I'll help you get up and eat."

As Qiu Ye said, he stood up with his own body, carefully dragged Ji Mingzhe by the back of his neck and held him halfway in his arms, then reached out to take the small bowl on the table, and dug out a small piece of tender white meat with a spoon. Handed the tofu brain to Ji Mingzhe's mouth, "Try it."

When he spoke, his warm breath brushed against Ji Mingzhe's ears. Ji Mingzhe blinked, and opened his mouth to eat the tofu nao.

In the past few days, his mouth has been numb. In fact, he can't taste the taste. Whatever he eats tastes the same, but inexplicably, it seems that he really tasted a little sweetness from it.

Ji Mingzhe was a little dazed, and suddenly remembered that Qiu Ye had fed him like this before, but it was a long time ago.

When he was young, he always wanted to cling to Qiu Ye and spend more time with each other. Whenever he caught a cold and fell ill, no matter how serious it was, he would pretend to be weak in front of Qiu Ye. He had no strength to drink water or eat by himself. He needed him Just coax and feed.

"Ji Mingzhe, how can you be so squeamish, you are a boy and then a man, you have to be strong, you know!" Seventeen or eighteen-year-old Qiu Ye would always babble and lecture him, but the arms holding him were firm. Powerful, and the action of feeding is even more careful without the impetuousness of a teenager.

Ji Mingzhe thought that he would never get such treatment again in his life.

"Auntie, help me soak some fried dough sticks in the soy milk," Qiu Ye shouted out, then took a tissue, wiped the corners of Ji Mingzhe's mouth, and whispered, "Taste another sip of soy milk secretly, if there is too much, I can't give it to you." you."

"Well," Ji Mingzhe responded, and then looked down at Qiu Ye's right hand holding the tissue, a rare trace of confusion appeared in his eyes, as if after waking up from a long sleep, he could no longer tell what Xixi was.