After Bai Yueguang's stand-in is passive and slow to work

Some of those bloodstains had dried up and turned rusty red, but some of them were obviously spread not long ago. I don't know if it was an illusion, Shen Heng even smelled a faint smell of blood from the air around him.

The coat that Jiang Zhiyu took off just now was still on the side, Shen Heng wanted to pick it up again, put it on Jiang Zhiyu and take him to the hospital, but before he could even move his body, someone caught him around his waist. He hugged him tightly, followed by Jiang Zhiyu's forehead, which leaned heavily against his chest.

At this time, Shen Heng naturally couldn't bear to push him away, so he could only pat him on the shoulder cautiously, afraid of touching the wound: "Don't move around, wait here for a while, I'll find a car to take you there Hospital."

As he spoke, he wanted to tear off the arms that were tied to him, but Jiang Zhiyu was feverish now, and his strength was still terrifyingly strong, and the strength around his waist was a little heavier, and at the same time, he turned his face He buried himself a little deeper in his arms.

"I'm not going to the hospital." Jiang Zhiyu whispered in his arms, because it was pressed against Shen Heng's chest, so his voice was muffled, and he sounded aggrieved: "You are not allowed to go either."

"You've had a fever for a day, and if you don't go to the hospital, it will burn out, and your back..." At this point, Shen Heng was stunned as if he suddenly thought of something.

Yesterday afternoon, Jiang Zhiyu was pushed by him, and the painful expression when his back hit the wall suddenly appeared very clearly in front of his eyes. Thinking about the fresh blood stains on his clothes, Shen Heng's expression froze.

But if he was just pushed by himself, how could he be injured to such a degree? With his strength, Jiang Zhiyu's back would be bruised, let alone bleeding.

"Back hurts..." Jiang Zhiyu answered his words in a low voice, as if acting coquettishly: "Shen Heng, hug me."

Shen Heng looked down at him helplessly, and added a bit of force in his tone: "Let go, I'll take you to the hospital."

"...not going." Jiang Zhiyu remained stubborn as always, buried his face in Shen Heng's arms and remained motionless.

"If you don't let go, I'll call 120 directly." Shen Heng sighed and lowered his head.

Jiang Zhiyu took a few deep breaths of Shen Heng's refreshing smell as if he was angry, and then reluctantly let go of his hand.

Because I kept my eyes closed just now and the fever persisted, my eyes were shining brightly under the light of the room, and the corners of my eyes and cheeks were abnormally red, and my eyes were fixed on Shen Heng's movements and refused to leave, like extremely Pets who are afraid of being abandoned.

With so many injuries on his body now, it is inevitable that he will be in severe pain when lying down. Shen Heng hesitated, put on the clothes he just took off for Jiang Zhiyu, and told him not to move around, and he will be back in a while, so he hurried went downstairs.

Shen Heng didn't know how to drive, so he called a taxi and waited downstairs, and he went upstairs to help him down.

Jiang Zhiyu was not a little bit taller than him, and at the end he took him into the car and sat down. He was panting from exhaustion in the back seat, and had to bear Jiang Zhiyu's boneless body leaning against him.

He sent a text message to Su Yuehua on the way, and Jiang Zhiyu clung to his side and hummed softly. The distance got closer and closer, until finally his lips were almost touching Shen Heng's ear, and his breath was very hot. , the hot Shen Heng was a little uneasy, and wanted to push him away.

"I'm dizzy." Jiang Zhiyu complained softly after being pushed on the shoulder by him.

"What's the matter with this injury on your body?" Shen Heng saw that he was still awake, so he asked this question that he couldn't figure out just now at home.

Jiang Zhiyu half-closed his eyes, leaned drowsily on one of his shoulders, silent and unwilling to answer.

Shen Heng reached out and touched his forehead. The antipyretics he had taken before seemed to have no effect at all. Jiang Zhiyu's temperature was still terribly hot. He frowned slightly and turned his eyes out of the car window, guessing whether he would go to the hospital or not. how long it takes.

Jiang Zhiyu seemed to fall asleep in this position leaning against him again.

Shen Heng turned his head and glanced at him. The current state of this person is pale and haggard like never before. How can there be any high-spirited and arrogant aura on weekdays? He looks sick and fragile, and he needs to be taken care of. The appearance of taking care of.

When he arrived at the hospital, Shen Heng handed Jiang Zhiyu to the nurse, and turned around to go to the registration desk to register. As soon as he turned around, someone grabbed his palm tightly from behind.

He turned his head to look in surprise. The person who was already lying on the mobile hospital bed had sat up half upright, with a panicked expression on his face. The moment he saw Shen Heng turning his head, his expression instantly changed to Wronged: "Shen Heng, where are you going?"

"I'll go and register for you." The expressions of the two little nurses next to him were even more surprised than that of the client. Shen Heng was terribly embarrassed, and Jiang Zhiyu refused to let go. In a low voice: "If you do this again, I will go home now."

Jiang Zhiyu seemed to be stabbed by his words, and instantly let go of his hand. Shen Heng didn't look at him again, turned around and left Jiang Zhiyu's sight without looking back.

When he finished all the formalities and returned to the ward, Jiang Zhiyu had already been changed into a blue and white striped hospital gown, and was lying on the bed with a bottle in his hand, closing his eyes and resting.

Hearing the movement at the door, he barely opened his eyes and took a glance. After seeing who was coming, he just pulled a pale and weak smile at the corner of his mouth: "You're back."

"Yeah." Shen Heng put the food he bought on the side of the table, walked to the accompanying chair beside the bed and sat down, avoiding Jiang Zhiyu's gaze staring at his face: "Are you hungry?"

"Yeah." Jiang Zhiyu nodded, looking a little excited.

"It's past lunch time now, and there's nothing to eat in the hospital cafeteria. I just bought a bowl of porridge. You can drink some." Shen Heng rubbed his hands and shook the hospital bed, only to find Jiang Zhiyu's hospital gown It was wrapped with a thick layer of gauze, and the protruding shape of the gauze behind him could be seen through the clothes.

He handed the porridge bowl to Jiang Zhiyu, and sat there thinking about what he wanted to say just now, thinking about how to speak, when the person in front of him called him softly.

"Shen Heng."

Shen Heng raised his eyelids to look at him, Jiang Zhiyu raised the hand holding the bowl, looked at him seriously, then smiled flatteringly, and said, "I only have one hand, so I can't eat."

"Have you never drank porridge from a bowl?" Shen Heng said lightly.

Jiang Zhiyu's look of anticipation froze on his face, he wanted to say something more, but seeing Shen Heng's indifferent expression, he didn't dare to bother him anymore, so he could only lower his eyes in disappointment, bowed his head and took a sip to dissipate the warmth White steam porridge.

"Where's your cell phone?" Shen Heng asked suddenly, seeing Jiang Zhiyu's attitude of drinking porridge seriously even though he was a little disgusted.

"In..." Jiang Zhiyu's voice paused for a moment, his eyes were a little wary: "Why do you ask this?"

"Your wound recurrence should be more or less related to me. I will help you pay for today's medical expenses, but you can't stay here forever. You have ruined the first day of the new year for me and my family, so I have to contact your family. Take you back."

Shen Heng said in a calm, business-like tone: "The doctor said that you have some infections in your back, so the cost of treatment is not low. I know you have no money now. When you return to the capital, you can ask Xiangyi to give you the money." give me back."

From his first sentence, Jiang Zhiyu froze all his movements.

Even the smile that he has been carefully maintaining, he can no longer pretend to have any upward arc. It is obviously a tall and handsome appearance, but at this moment there is a lot of helplessness and despair.

"I told you, I fell out with my family, and now they don't want me." Jiang Zhiyu's tone was sad, and after a long time, he continued in a hoarse voice: "If you don't want me now, I really don't want me." somewhere."

Shen Heng closed his eyes and reached out to him: "Give me your phone."

Jiang Zhiyu's eyes were red, and he stared at him for a moment. After a long while, he cocked his lips in a self-deprecating voice, and said in a dry voice, "Shen Heng...is your heart really made of meat?"

Shen Heng lowered his head and ignored him, picked up the clothes on one side and rummaged through them on his own, and finally found his mobile phone in the inner layer of Jiang Zhiyu's coat.

Because the password needs to be reset after changing the card, Jiang Zhiyu was not in that mood before, so Shen Heng unlocked and opened the address book very easily.

If it wasn't for the fact that he wanted to completely cut off contact with Jiang Zhiyu after breaking up with him, Shen Heng would not have deleted Xiangyi's number together, otherwise he would have called Xiangyi to pick him up.

Jiang Zhiyu's address book was empty, not even a single contact. Shen Heng searched for a long time, but found that there was no contact number saved. He was a little annoyed, and gave Jiang Zhiyu an angry look. Jiang Zhiyu looked at each other.

"My family doesn't want me, and I don't have their contact information." Jiang Zhiyu understood the meaning of his glance, and explained softly.

Shen Heng looked through the recent calls again, there were several call records in it, and they were all the same number.

He paused for half a second, then pretended he didn't notice anything, put Jiang Zhiyu's phone aside after the screen was turned off, was silent for a while, and then softened his voice: "Then don't talk about it, you should start talking about it these few days." have a good rest."

Jiang Zhiyu was stunned for a moment, as if he was a little caught off guard by his sudden change of attitude, and couldn't even answer the conversation for a while.

"Okay?" Seeing him not moving for a long time, Shen Heng reached out and rubbed Jiang Zhiyu's side face with his palm.

Jiang Zhiyu seemed to have been infused with a little life, and a smile finally appeared on his face, "Okay." He agreed, and when he looked at Shen Heng, his eyes became softer: "Shen Heng." He gently shouted.

"What?" Shen Heng looked down at him.

"I want to eat the food you cooked." Jiang Zhiyu tentatively said, with a shy expression on his face: "The food in the hospital is terrible."

"Well, I'll make it for you tonight." Shen Heng readily agreed.

Jiang Zhiyu was almost overwhelmed by the sudden happiness, and he couldn't help but want to take the relationship between the two of them a step further. His mind became hot, and he asked, "Are you tired? Do you want to lie down on the bed for a while?"

Shen Heng looked at him with raised eyebrows, but Jiang Zhiyu didn't feel embarrassed: "You've been busy today, I want you to rest for a while."

"No need." Shen Heng refused aloud. He leaned over and rolled the hospital bed down again, "The doctor told you to try not to lie on your back while sleeping now. You should rest first. I'll go back and make you dinner later."

"I'm not going to eat, can you stay with me here?" Jiang Zhiyu regretted his request at this time, he was digging a hole to torture himself.

Shen Heng didn't speak, and when he looked at him again, his eyes were already a little irritable, Jiang Zhiyu made the best of the next best thing: "Then wait until I fall asleep before leaving, and come back earlier, is that okay?"

"Yes." Shen Heng agreed casually.

Jiang Zhiyu lay on his side facing Shen Heng, and stretched out his hand to hold him, but Shen Heng wanted to avoid it, but seeing Jiang Zhiyu's firm eyes that would not give up until he reached his goal, he let him go.

Jiang Zhiyu held Shen Heng's hand with both hands, his palm was very hot, Shen Heng's hand felt cool and comfortable to the touch, and had the familiar refreshing smell, Jiang Zhiyu greedily pulled the hand to his face, He touched it lightly with his lips, and then closed his eyes contentedly.

Jiang Zhiyu has almost never suffered from such a serious illness since he grew up. He was exhausted and sick, and fell asleep soon after he relaxed. With Shen Heng's palm next to his face, he closed his eyes. His expressions were all smiling, his body temperature was gradually dropping, but his lips and face were still morbidly pale.

Seeing that his breathing was steady, Shen Heng studied for a long time before pulling his hand out of Jiang Zhiyu's. He picked up the mobile phone on the side, slowed down and quietly walked out of the ward.

The upstairs inpatient area was very quiet, Shen Heng found a location by the corridor window, clicked on Jiang Zhiyu's recent call, and dialed the unique number.

The phone rang and was picked up, and a lazy male voice that sounded frivolous came from the receiver: "What's the matter, Jiang Er, are you planning to go back to the capital? Your brother came to ask me yesterday. I've fooled you, I said it's Chinese New Year, come back if you can... The old man in your family asked you to go on a blind date, if you don't go, it will be fine, you have to find your precious ex, what are you trying to do. "

Chu Ye talked alone for a long time, but he didn't hear any movement on the other side. Jiang Zhiyu always talked directly on the phone, so this silence was a bit abnormal. He also became serious, and said in a deep voice, "Jiang Er?"

"Hi, I'm Shen Heng."

"It's like this. Jiang Zhiyu is sick now. I don't have the contact information of his family, so I don't take the liberty to bother you. It sounds like you should be his friend, so can I trouble you to contact his family and bring him back to the capital?" ?He is here with me, and it does cause a lot of trouble."

"His current hospital address is Hangzhou xx People's Hospital, may I trouble you to tell his family?"

Shen Heng spoke slowly, his voice was as clear as a Wang Qingquan, but it was indescribably alienated and indifferent. Chu Ye, who was opposite him, was a little stunned when he heard it. It turned out to be the first contact under such circumstances.

And what he said was too...

Chu Ye was already feeling a little bit sorry for Jiang Zhiyu's current state, so when he heard Shen Heng say this, he was naturally not very polite, and said with a stick in his arms: "Oh, you are Shen Heng, you just said, Jiang Er Being sick, has it bothered you?"

"Well, yes." Shen Heng replied politely: "So I hope..."

"Yes? You're too white-eyed." Chu Ye sneered, interrupted him, and said casually: "Jiang Er fell out with the family because of you, was whipped by his father, and lay down in the hospital One day he ran away to look for you without hesitation, and he was penniless, I even bought the plane ticket for him, and now he is sick, do you think he is a trouble?"

"At the beginning, I advised him not to be with you. People like you who can have sex for several years for a little money, how sincere can they be? Jiang Er is just stupid. Two years is not enough to play with you. This kind of person has developed feelings, and now it seems that I have not been hit by it, tsk, you should have no objection when I say you are wolf-hearted, right? I think you are quite worthy of the word. "