Acting as a substitute

Hearing Yuan Jiayi's words, Bo Shenyan seemed to have been drained of all his strength, and stayed in place in a daze.

Yuan Jiayi cleared his throat, but what brought him a new round of stinging pain, he frowned, opened his mouth and panted lightly.

"Don't talk yet, Jiajia, no matter what, take care of your health first, and we'll talk about our affairs later, okay?"

Bo Shenyan used the back of his hand to test the temperature of the water he had just poured into the cup after heating, and held it to Yuan Jiayi's lips, he was at a loss as to how to feed him.

This was the time when Yuan Jiayi was the least aggressive, but to Bo Shenyan, he had never been so afraid of his resistance.

It was as if the person on the bed gave Bo Shenyan an instant breakdown if he gave him a resisting look or said "I won't drink".

Seeing that Yuan Jiayi didn't say anything, his eyes were as calm as the deep sea.

But Bo Shenyan understood that it was an undercurrent.

The doctor on duty came in to check Yuan Jiayi's wound, and under the pressure of Bo Shenyan's prior instructions, he said a lot of positive and optimistic words about the wound, so that Yuan Jiayi could relax and take good care of his body before picking up the scalpel It is not impossible.

Yuan Jiayi's expression showed no sadness or joy, he nodded politely to the doctor, staring enviously at his nimble hands holding the pen and stethoscope.

After checking the situation, the doctor was suffocated by the low air pressure in the ward, hurriedly confessed a few jargon that Yuan Jiayi also knew by heart, turned around and left in a hurry.

"Jiajia... drink some water..."

The knuckles of Bo Shenyan's hand holding the cup were blue and white, but upon closer inspection, they were still trembling slightly.

Yuan Jiayi raised his right hand to catch the cup in his hand, but Bo Shenyan dodged it, and moved it to his lips, a little flattering.

"I, I'll feed you, don't get yourself wet."

"No need...I'll do it myself."

With the retained needle inserted in his wrist, Yuan Jiayi didn't have to worry about being stabbed by the needle point, so he barely sat up with his elbow propped on the pillow.

The wound on the back of his head made him feel dizzy. He lay on the bed for a few days, his center of gravity was unstable, and the sudden movement of getting up caused him to fall backwards. Bo Shenyan quickly reached out to grab him, and then gently put him down on the pillow.

"Jiajia, can you lie down first, please..."

Yuan Jiayi blinked blankly, acquiescing to Bo Shenyan's actions.

He was lying down and couldn't use his strength, and Bo Shenyan didn't dare to feed him with kisses like before, so he could only dip a cotton swab in water and smear it on Yuan Jiayi's lips little by little.

"Straw... I'm going to find a straw..."

Bo Shenyan seemed to be in a state of despair, he subconsciously felt in the pocket that didn't have a straw at all, then put down the water glass and walked out the door.

There was a bodyguard guarding the ward at the door, seeing Bo Shenyan coming out, he hurriedly asked him what he needed.

Yuan Jiayi lay motionless on the bed, followed Bo Shenyan to the door.

This man is still so gentle and patient.

Unfortunately……

"Jiajia, straw, there's a straw."

Bo Shenyan walked back with a small colorful straw in his hand, unexpectedly funny.

If it was in the past, Yuan Jiayi would definitely laugh with his stomach in his arms.

He lowered his eyes in silence, obediently bit the straw that Bo Shenyan handed over and sucked gently, the sweet liquid slid into the injured throat, Yuan Jiayi swallowed almost greedily.

"Slow down, Jiajia, slow down, don't rush..."

Bo Shenyan clenched his fists in pain, wanting to grab it but didn't dare, so he could only use his fingertips to gently wipe away the water stains on the corners of his lips.

A large glass of water was quickly finished by Yuan Jiayi. He looked at the glass with unsatisfactory content, but Bo Shenyan took it open on the table without hesitation, and then held his arm.

Yuan Jiayi's non-resistance appearance made Bo Shenyan extremely insecure.

He always felt that Yuan Jiayi might leave his sight at any time, and then completely disappear from his life.

Even if it is a minute and a second, Yuan Jiayi needs to touch the temperature of his body all the time to feel at ease.

"Jiajia... let's sleep for a while, shall we?"

Bo Shenyan touched Yuan Jiayi's face and made a tentative request.

Yuan Jiayi shook his head and did not avoid his hand, "Mr. Bo, please rest for a while."

It seemed that Yuan Jiayi cared about him, but Bo Shenyan was flustered for no reason. He hurriedly held Yuan Jiayi's arm and forced a smile.

"I'm not sleepy, I'm not sleepy, Jiajia, you sleep, I'll watch over you."

Yuan Jiayi closed his eyes and sighed lightly.

"I didn't blame you."

Bo Shenyan's fingers pinching his calf suddenly froze, and he looked at Yuan Jiayi with joy and disbelief.

He's not that naive, doesn't believe it's going to end so easily.

"Jiajia...you..."

Yuan Jiayi's tears slipped from the end of his eyes again, and silently soaked into the pillow.

"What happened... I don't blame you, because you are not wrong... But as soon as I saw you, I remembered when I was abandoned, and I remembered how my mother was lying on the wooden board and turned into a puddle of meat .”

"For whatever reason, I was the one who was let go."

Bo Shenyan really wanted to say that no matter what choice he made at the time, Bo Shenrong would never let Yuan Miao go, but if this reason is put forward now, it seems like a futile sophistry.

His heart was so cold that he seemed to have foreseen the end of the two, but he still pursed his lips, wanting to listen to Yuan Jiayi's words before accepting his final judgment.

"I... can't even look at you more, let alone continue to love you."

The anesthetic in Yuan Jiayi's body had worn off, and now the wound on his palm was swollen and painful, and cold sweat spread all over his forehead.

Bo Shenyan wiped off his sweat, sat on the side holding a tissue and said nothing.

When he was asleep, Yuan Jiayi could faintly hear Bo Shenyan's words.

He already knew the whole truth, and Yuan Jiayi didn't shy away from it any longer.

"Actually, it's my fault. After the bone marrow was pumped out for Sheng Lan, I could leave with my mother... It's ridiculous to think about it. What did I do to provoke you? You and I are not from the same world... If... "

"Jiajia, how could Sheng Jianghe let you go? Even if you fled to the ends of the earth, when he needs you, he will still catch you back, that kind of person..."

Bo Shenyan's voice stopped abruptly.

He lowered his head and stopped explaining.

At this time, no matter what he said, it seemed so pale and powerless.

"You asked me why I bought myself a cemetery."

Speaking of this question, Yuan Jiayi slowly opened his eyes, still wanting to sit up and talk.

Bo Shenyan hurriedly got up to help him, put his arms around Yuan Jiayi's shoulders to help him sit up, and took the pillow that he used to accompany the bed but never lay down on it and put it behind his waist.

"Every time during an operation, I see the family members of the patients hugging and crying in the corridor. As a doctor, I sympathize with them."

Yuan Jiayi didn't have much strength, so he could only use the strength of Bo Shenyan's arm to support his body, but he refused to lean on him.

Bo Shenyan was afraid that he would knock his left hand, so he held Yuan Jiayi's wrist which had obviously lost weight in the past few days.

"...But when I look at them from the perspective of patients, that becomes the thing I envy the most," Yuan Jiayi sticks out his tongue and licks his dry lips, "The patients who pass by me every day are all Facing the wall of the corridor, they prayed to the gods in their hearts with tears, and sincerely wanted to ask for protection."

"Maybe their gods played a role. When we managed to save the patient's arm, they would cry and hold our hand and say thank you repeatedly. Those few hours during the operation may be the best time in their lives. The most pious idealistic moment."

He spoke more and more quietly, and at the end he began to whimper, and raised his right hand with the retention needle inserted in front of his eyes, not wanting Bo Shenyan to see his tears.

"My blood type is very rare. Every time I give Sheng Lan a blood transfusion, I worry that I will die and never be able to see my mother again." Yuan Jiayi looked out the window with red and swollen eyes. When I got up from the hospital bed and left the ward for the first time, my mother was also facing the wall, praying for my safety with her hands clasped like when I was a child."

Bo Shenyan took his hand in fear, put it on his lips and kissed it lightly, "Jiajia, you will be fine in the future, I promise, absolutely nothing will happen..."

In his heart, he can only treat Yuan Miao unilaterally, but he never dares to have any expectation that she will treat him well.

Yuan Jiayi sighed, "An optimistic pessimist."

The warm hand holding him froze.

"No one prays for me, and there is no god to protect me, so I will prepare a grave for myself."

He laughed again, and looked sideways at Bo Shenyan.

"Don't care about hell, I have my own house after all, don't I?"

Bo Shenyan couldn't bear to listen anymore, he really wanted to kiss Yuan Jiayi's lips fiercely, so that he would stop saying these pessimistic words, but no one could understand Yuan Jiayi's state of mind better than him.

He didn't dare to say or do anything, he could only let his heart continue to be beaten, and listened with pain.

There was the sound of procrastinating footsteps at the door of the ward, and the next second, there was a knock on the door.

"Please come in."

Bo Shenyan's voice was also very hoarse, his body was exhausted after not sleeping for several days, and his eyes were extremely black and blue.

After getting permission, the magnetic door was slowly pushed open, and Duan Fu, who was wearing a hospital gown, walked in slowly.

"President Bo, let me see the original doctor... sir."

Duan Fu speaks very measuredly, seeing Yuan Jiayi's tightly wrapped hands, he hastily avoided the word doctor, which would make him worry.

His condition was even scarier than Yuan Jiayi's appearance. Yuan Jiayi's skin was usually ivory, but now he was sick and only morbidly pale.

But Duan Fu's face was pale as if there was no blood flowing under his skin, and his knuckles were clasped against the wall to support his body, and his knuckles were also thin and pale. Aside from Yuan Jiayi's state of mind, Duan Fu seemed like someone who should be visited.

Yuan Jiayi silently looked at the man who saved his life.

The author has something to say: I have perfected the story line of Xiaobo Crematorium, alas, it is too uncomfortable.

But I refused to accept it. After sleeping all night, I felt that I could do it again. What's so terrible about abuse, I'm going to write it!

Thanks for watching, bows!

感谢在2021-02-2423:04:36~2021-02-2513:22:58期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: 283435741;

Thanks to the little angels who cast mines: Suya, Jiang Cheng is better looking than you, 1 Xirong Spruce; thanks to the little angels who irrigated the nutrient solution: 30 bottles of Suya; 2 bottles of Luming; 1 bottle of altar; thank you very much for your support Support, I will continue to work hard!