Same polarity does not repel

Half of winter is over, and the Spring Festival is just around the corner.

After Yue Qinghe left Bailong's company, he originally planned to go back to the private school, but after doing the math, he found that the private school would be on vacation in less than a week, so he decided to wait until school started before going back.

On the eve of the Spring Festival, Bailong was busy with a lot of things, and naturally he didn't have time to go to the bar to find Yue Qinghe. For a while, Yue Qinghe suddenly seemed to have nothing to do.

Without Bailong by his side, Yue Qinghe returned to a life of solitude.Study at home during the day and go to work at night.During the period, Bailong called several times to invite Yue Qinghe to celebrate the New Year together. He knew that Yue Qinghe had no family members to reunite with, so he might want someone to accompany him for the festival.However, Yue Qinghe politely refused. Going to someone else's house for the New Year is too stressful, and he would rather stay alone quietly.

As soon as the days are free, there will be more time for solitary contemplation.Yue Qinghe didn't have anything to think about, and kept thinking about Bailong back and forth.After such a long time, there was finally someone who made him hold on to his heart.Those eyes are sometimes bright and innocent, and sometimes they seem to have gone through vicissitudes.There are many stories in Bailong's eyes, stories that ordinary people may not be able to understand, but when he is watching, Yue Qinghe feels as if he is connected with the world again.

That time when he asked Bailong if he liked him, although Bailong didn't answer, Yue Qinghe was sure that his silence was definitely not an acquiescence.

Since you don't like it, shouldn't it be time to distance yourself?

If it goes on like this, Yue Qinghe is not sure how long he can last, if he can't brake before the bottom line of friendship, he will probably be the only one who is secretly sad in the end.

Yue Qinghe spent a few days trying to build himself mentally, but unfortunately, sometimes God's will is against him, even people who pretend to be asleep must be woken up.

Well, the Spring Festival was just about to begin, and in the early morning of the New Year's Eve, a phone call interrupted Yue Qinghe's morning reading.

"CEO Bai...?" Yue Qinghe was shocked when he learned that Bai Xuanfeng was on the other end of the phone.

"Mr. Yue, I'm sorry to disturb you at this time. In fact, there is something that needs to be troubled. I wonder if Teacher Yue can agree?" Bai Xuanfeng's tone sounded quite anxious.

"What's wrong?"

"I don't know exactly what happened. I just received news that Bai Long was sent to the hospital early in the morning. I didn't tell us the details."

"Then... is Bailong okay now?"

"I don't know. Originally, Bailong and his parents were supposed to go to the hospital, but there are too many things to be busy during the Chinese New Year, and we really can't leave for a while. I remembered that Bailong mentioned it to me before. Teacher Yue has no relatives... During the Chinese New Year period, I have more time. I want to ask Teacher Yue if he can take care of Bailong in the hospital for us? It won't take long, just take a look. We'll be there soon after we've settled our family affairs Yes." Apart from the majesty in the company, Bai Xuanfeng is now like all the elders who are worried about their children, looking forward to someone who can make them feel at ease to visit Bai Long.

When Yue Qinghe heard that Bailong had an accident, he immediately agreed without saying a word.

He hurriedly drove to the hospital and found Bai Long's ward according to the patient number Bai Xuanfeng gave him.

In the ward, Bailong was lying on the bed in a daze, so dangerous, it seemed that there was nothing serious.

It was not in the emergency room that Bailong was found, Yue Qinghe breathed a sigh of relief.

"Huh?" Bai Long opened his eyes wide in surprise when he saw Yue Qinghe, struggling to sit up, but immediately showed a painful expression.

"How are you?" Yue Qinghe asked worriedly, and strode to the hospital bed, "Does it hurt? Where did you hurt?"

"I don't know where it hurts, but it hurts all over my body." Bai Long frowned, half-supported his body with great difficulty and pulled Yue Qinghe's arm and asked, "Why are you here?"

"Just now your aunt called me and told me that you were admitted to the hospital, so let me come and see you." Yue Qinghe told the truth, "What happened? Why did Duan Duan be sent to the hospital?"

"It's all because of my unlucky luck." Bai Long rubbed his nose, "I got stuck in the morning and wanted to repaint the ceiling in front of my house, but the kid next door went out to be mischievous and accidentally knocked down my bed, so I jumped from above I fell down. About two meters was not high at all, but maybe the angle of the fall was wrong. After I fell, I couldn’t move because of the pain. It took me a long time to stand up. The neighbor was so frightened that he called an ambulance to bring me here. Just now the doctor took an X-ray and said that I injured my spine, and they haven't said what to do afterwards." Bailong knew that the injury to his spine was a very serious matter, and his anxiety was also revealed along with his words.

"You said that when you fell, the angle was wrong? Which part hit the ground first?" Yue Qinghe's expression suddenly became serious.

"I was shocked for a moment and my mind went blank. I can't remember clearly. It's probably the butt or the back."

"Back...?"

"Um."

"Do you believe me?" Yue Qinghe suddenly asked without beginning or end.

Bai Long was taken aback, and asked, "What do you mean?"

"You have injured your spine. You won't be able to recover from lying in the hospital. You may not be able to stand up after lying down for a long time. I know who can cure you, but you must be willing to leave the hospital with me." Yue Qinghe said Very serious, looking at Bailong with sincere eyes, he doesn't want anything to happen to Bailong.

"So serious?" Bai Long was at a loss when he heard that he might be paralyzed, "Who can cure me? Is it better than a doctor?"

"My master, Monk Daozhen." Yue Qinghe said, "He has martial arts in his body, and he uses the ancient methods of Chinese medicine. He can heal this kind of injury the best."

"Chinese medicine..." Bai Long murmured.

He himself absolutely believed in Yue Qinghe, even if the other party said he would personally heal Bailong himself.It's just that he doesn't know what his family will think, not to mention that most people will reflexively suspect when they hear Chinese medicine, and always think it is a folk prescription.

"It's okay if you don't feel at ease, I think Western medicine's treatment..." Yue Qinghe couldn't make any guarantees about Western medicine's treatment, and didn't know what to say for a while, so he had to sigh in the end: "Anyway, I will Accompany you."

"Take me there, I believe in you." Bailong struggled for a short time, and immediately nodded in agreement.

"Sure?"

"Well, I believe what you said."

"Okay." Yue Qinghe breathed a sigh of relief, "I'll go through some formalities for you, and I'll leave when I'm done."

He walked out while talking, and stopped suddenly when he reached the door of the ward. He turned around and asked, "Your family, will they agree?"

"I'm not a child, I'm responsible for my own body." Bai Long waved his hand to reassure Yue Qinghe, "If they have doubts, I will explain it clearly."

Yue Qinghe nodded, and went out to help Bailong complete the formalities.

When he returned to the ward, Bai Long had already got up from the bed and sat on the edge of the bed, gnashing his teeth and trying to stand up.

Seeing the scene in front of him, Yue Qinghe hurriedly stepped forward to support Bailong, and blamed him: "Will it hurt?"

"It hurts. But it hurts even more when sitting." With one hand supporting the bed and the other on Yue Qinghe's shoulder, Bai Long said with a distorted expression, "It's much better than when I just fell down. You should be able to walk even if you support me."

"I can't help but tell me, don't be brave." Yue Qinghe held Bailong in his arms and helped him walk out slowly step by step.

After finally loading Bailong into the car, Yue Qinghe drove all the way to the suburbs of Tiandu.

Leaving the border of Dongcheng, and walking through a section of mountain road, I finally saw an ancient temple.

"Is it the monastery where you grew up?" White Dragon asked.

"Yes."

From a distance, the ancient temple is not particularly big, but it can be seen that it has a long history.Yue Qinghe pulled the car over and stopped, and helped Bailong get out of the car.

"My master is old and doesn't like to be disturbed by outsiders. I'll go into the inner hall and explain your situation to him later. You will be accompanied by a young monk outside." Yue Qinghe explained to Bailong while leading him to the temple.

Walking into the gate of the temple, I saw a circle of bodhi trees planted in the spacious vestibule. It was the first time for Bailong to enter such a temple for pure practice and not for sightseeing. He limped and looked around curiously.

"Amitabha. Two benefactors, what can I do when you come to our temple?" A young monk who was sweeping the floor and guarding the door saw the two uninvited guests and asked with clasped hands.

Yue Qinghe also returned the salute with palms together, he said: "This is Yue Qinghe, a lay disciple of Monk Daozhen."

"A disciple of the abbot? Why have I never seen it before?" The little monk scratched his head and said, "If he is a disciple of the abbot, then I have to call him uncle."

"Little Martial Nephew." Yue Qinghe bent down and showed a kind smile, "It's rude to come here without invitation. Please also tell Monk Daozhen that Qinghe will see you."

"Oh...Okay. Uncle Shi please wait a moment, I will report to the abbot right away."

The young monk seemed to be in his early ten years old, and after bowing to the two of them, he walked quickly towards the main hall.

"Uncle? Nephew? It sounds so cool, it feels like you've stepped into the scene of a martial arts novel." Bai Long looked at Yue Qinghe jokingly, "Why didn't you become a little monk back then, but just a lay disciple?"

"Master said, let me decide for myself. If I have a destiny, I will naturally enter Buddhism when I am old. Unfortunately, it seems that I don't have the roots of wisdom, and I still step into the world of mortals." Yue Qinghe replied.

After a while, the little monk came back in a hurry, clasped his hands together and said, "The abbot invites Uncle Yue to enter the inner hall."

Turning around, he bowed to Bailong again: "Another benefactor, please follow me to the side hall and wait."