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Broken ankle.

The doctor made a calm judgment after seeing the CT film, and then sent Dewey to the operating room without saying a word.

Zheng Luolai couldn't figure out why this guy was always in trouble, so he could only wait outside fidgeting.

At two or three o'clock in the morning, my eyes were bloodshot.

If I knew it would hurt him, I wouldn't make trouble at that time. Seeing the miserable picture of Dewey in pain, I really couldn't bear it.

It seemed like a long time before the door of the operating room reopened.

The doctor on night shift accompanied the nurse to roll out the hospital bed, and said to Zheng Luolai, "Don't get wet before removing the stitches, pay attention to rest, and eat more eggs and meat to help him recover."

Zheng Luolai agreed twice, walked carefully to the bedside and asked, "Are you okay?"

Dewey's complexion became very ugly, but he was quite strong, and said with difficulty: "Don't tell my parents, let my brother come and pick me up..."

The nurse reminded: "You have to be hospitalized."

"Ah..." Dewey blinked unexpectedly, as if he was even more haggard: "Is there a TV and Internet here..."

The nurse had a black line on her face: "There is an intensive care unit, and you have to pay for the hospitalization."

Dewey looked at Zheng Luolai expectantly: "Lend me money."

It seemed that he was not on the verge of death, Zheng Luolai said to the nurse with a headache: "Push him away, push him away quickly.

-

Beijing gradually ushered in the thin morning light.

The anesthetic on the leg gradually failed, and Dewey, who had just slept for a while, was awakened by the pain again, gnashing his teeth and staring at his high-hanging leg in silence.

When Zheng Luolai came back, he hummed alas.

Zheng Luolai put the take-away breakfast on the bedside table, covered him with a quilt, and asked worriedly: "Is it hard? Can the doctor give you a painkiller injection?"

Dewey shook his head with a pale face.

Zheng Luolai was helpless: "I called your brother just now, he just got up and is on the way now."

Dewey said with ulterior motives: "It's all your fault, you will die if my brother comes."

Seeing his unlucky situation like this, Zheng Luolai no longer used his quick tongue: "It's all my fault, I'm sorry."

Dewey quickly struck while the iron was hot: "Your apology like this is not sincere at all."

Zheng Luolai squinted at him: "Then what do you want?"

Dewey reluctantly laughed: "Give me the Wii."

"...promising." Zheng Luolai is used to this guy exploiting electronic products as soon as he catches them. He frowned and opened the porridge box: "Let's eat something first. It will definitely be uncomfortable to infuse on an empty stomach."

As he spoke, he took a spoonful and brought it to his mouth.

Dewey ate it unceremoniously, and said vaguely while swallowing: "Bun, bun."

Zheng Luolai silently broke off a bun and fed it to him.

Dewey chewed: "Well, soy milk."

Zheng Luolai put the soy milk into the straw again and sucked it.

Dewey is addicted: "Go, take my mobile phone and send a text message to everyone, telling them that I am in the hospital, please visit."

"Believe it or not, I told them that the reason you slipped and fell was because of an attempted rape?" Zheng Luolai asked with dark eyes.

-

"Serena, what's wrong with you?!"

Before dawn, the door of the ward was suddenly pushed open, and then Du Yi hurried in.

Zheng Luolai was being forced to use the remote control to choose a TV program for that idiot, and when he saw this, he nodded as a greeting.

Dewey's heart is still good, he quickly said: "I accidentally fell in the shower, luckily the hooligans sent me to the hospital in time."

Du Yi took a few glances at the man with a delicate face but no good intentions beside the bed, and said lightly: "Please, please go home and rest first. I'll take care of him, and I will thank you well some other day."

Zheng Luolai could feel the brother's hostility, so he stood up indifferently and said, "Then I'm leaving."

"Wait, remember to bring me the Wii!" Dewey quickly reminded.

Maybe it was on purpose, Zheng Luolai smiled and stroked his short hair: "I know, you should take care of your illness."

Then he walked out leisurely.

Sure enough, Du Yi's expression became even more ugly, he sat down on the bedside after two seconds of silence and asked, "Does it still hurt, have you eaten yet?"

Dewey nodded and smiled: "It doesn't hurt anymore, I am invincible."

It's a pity that his haggard face and feet wrapped like rice dumplings are not convincing at all.

-

Although I am very concerned about it, men have self-control, good or bad. When the situation comes to middle-aged women with exaggerated emotions, it will be quite different.

Because the injury won't heal in a short time, Du Yi had to inform his parents.

Du Qisheng was calm, but Bai Xia felt as if she was in a catastrophe. She ran to the hospital crying and complaining, she almost hugged Dewey and yelled for her life.

"Mom, I'm really fine, please forgive me!" Dewey couldn't stand the noise in his ears, and shouted with difficulty.

Bai Xia cried until her eyes and nose were red: "Why don't you understand mother's heart, you child? If you fall heavily and become disabled, how can mother live? If you fall to the head, you will die..."

Then she shed tears again.

Dewey was powerless to defend, and looked at his brother helplessly.

Du Yi comforted his mother helplessly and said: "Mom, I have consulted the doctor, his injury is not serious in terms of fracture, and there will be no sequelae."

Bai Xia slapped him: "Why is it not serious, I can't even stand up now, and he's not you, he was beaten and beat in the army all day long!"

"Ahhhhhhh!" Dewey suddenly screamed: "It's so loud, my head hurts when I hear the sound, I feel so uncomfortable!"

Bai Xia was so frightened that she immediately stopped her tears and sobbed silently a few times.

Dewey covered his face with a quilt: "I'm going to sleep, don't disturb me, I hate it!"

Du Yi smiled and patted his mother's shoulder: "Don't you see that he is very energetic? Today I will accompany you to bed, so you go back and pack his things for the hospital, and come back tomorrow."

Bai Xia thought for a while, then wiped her face with a tissue and said, "Okay then, you can buy whatever Weiwei wants to eat."

"Understood." Du Yi heaved a sigh of relief.

-

As night fell, the anesthetic completely lost its effect, and the severe pain finally returned slowly.

Dewey's legs were fixed and he couldn't touch them, so he could only lie there stiffly, his lips turned white from biting.

Du Yi patiently wiped his cold sweat with a towel, and comforted him, "It will be fine tomorrow, it's okay."

"Brother..." Dewey hummed, "I still need painkillers..."

Du Yi said: "Then what can I do, too many shots will be bad for your health."

"It hurts...it's unbearable." Dewey's spine gradually disappeared during the day, and it seemed that only complaining could make him feel better.

Du Yi was so distressed that he had no choice but to sit on the edge of the bed, put Dewey's head on his lap, and caress his forehead while deliberately chatting: "What did you play at a friend's house yesterday? If you go home early, it will be fine. .”

The warmth and sense of security brought by the body made Dewey feel better. He whispered: "Wii...can simulate movements, and playing balls is just like the real thing. It's fun."

Du Yi smiled: "It's just like when I was a child, I like these things."

Dewey snorted, "I like it even when I'm old..."

Du Yi held his cold hand, and turned up the air conditioner a few more degrees: "Sleep as long as you can, brother is here to watch you, it won't hurt when you wake up."

This sentence seems to have been said for many years. Every time Dewey gets sick or injured, he always hugs him like this, watching him weak and light sleep.

Although he has grown up, he still seems to be infected by magic when he heard this. As expected, Dewey didn't say anything, and gradually closed his eyes.

His eyelashes are long, the tip of his nose is pointed, and the corners of his mouth are slightly curved even when he is relaxed, which makes people feel very warm when they see it.

Du Yi ran down his brother's soft short hair over and over again, with a quiet expression, and stayed up all night.