Mr. He, please respect yourself

He Chumo was only stunned for a moment, and didn't think about it anymore. After taking the medicine, Song Zicheng's complexion was still very bad, and there was more sweat on his forehead. He touched Song Zicheng's forehead, his hands were cold, and he immediately took a The coat wrapped him tightly, picked him up and walked outside the house.

It was late at night, and the temperature difference between inside and outside the house was large. The sudden chill made Song Zicheng tremble all over his body. He was confused, but felt extremely uncomfortable in He Chumo's arms, as if he was riding on a lonely boat facing the wind. In the wooden boat, he felt uncomfortable all over, "Where are you going..."

"Hospital."

He Chumo picked up the man and ran straight into the car. After placing the man in the back seat and lying down, he immediately started the car. It was already one o'clock in the morning, and there were almost no cars on the street. Soon, he arrived at the private A hospital.

He Chumo hurriedly looked for a doctor with Song Zicheng in his arms, followed by a flurry of examinations, prescriptions, registration, water delivery, and payment. He Chumo listened to the doctor's arrangements and wandered around. When he was finally able to relax, it was already early morning It's three o'clock.

The hospital was quiet, with occasional children crying. He Chumo held the medicine just prescribed by the doctor in his hand, his beard stubble was slightly visible, and his face was tired.When I returned to the injection waiting room, I saw Song Zicheng who was drinking water, and fell asleep at some point.

Song Zicheng raised his head slightly, tilted to one side, and leaned almost weakly on the back of the chair. The posture of sitting for a long time seemed to make him a little uncomfortable, and his breathing was filled with a strong nasal sound.

He Chumo rubbed his temples, and sat beside him. Before he could sit still, Song Zicheng seemed to hear the movement, and his head moved, and it tilted even more.

He Chumo had no choice but to gently support his head and let him lean on his shoulder.

Just because he is a patient.

But He Chumo soon regretted it. He had to wait for a long time to carry the water, and his shoulders were already numb from the pressure, especially Song Zicheng's curly hair. Scratching him always feels itchy.

He Chumo sat uncomfortably, but it was not easy to wake up Song Zicheng. After all, he had a soft heart to rely on, and it was not easy to push people away, so He Chumo's face at this time was just like his name, black and black.

There were not many people in the injection room. He Chumo stared at Song Zicheng's hanging bottle, counting the drops of the liquid medicine, so sleepy that he wanted to doze off.At this time, an old man came over and stood in front of Song Zicheng.

Being disturbed, He Chumo's face became even darker, but seeing that the other party was an old man, he had to cheer up.The old man was wearing a hospital white coat, with his hands behind his back, bent over and glanced at Song Zicheng who was sleeping soundly, then at He Chumo, and after glancing at the medical records in Song Zicheng's hand, he put on his reading glasses, picked up the medical records, and Gu flipped through.

"Old doctor?" He Chumo was paying attention to the old man's movements, and when he saw him flipping through Song Zicheng's medical records, he couldn't help but speak out.

"Be safe and don't be impatient." The old man held up his glasses and looked at them seriously without raising his head.Not long after, the old man closed the medical record and put it back in its original place.

"Are you Xiaocheng's fiancé?" the old man put away his reading glasses and asked.

This tone obviously knew Song Zicheng, but He Chumo didn't know who this old doctor was from Song Zicheng, so he nodded when he heard him ask this question.

With his hands behind his back, the old man stared at He Chumo for a while, and said slowly: "Xiao Cheng can't smell fish, remember next time."

"???"

He Chumo was taken aback, watching the old man's figure go further and further away in a daze, feeling a little puzzled in his heart, Song Zicheng couldn't smell the smell of fish, so what did it have to do with him?

Wait a minute, the old man thought that he forced him to eat fish, right?

Suffering a big dumb loss, He Chumo suffocated in his heart, and pushed Song Zicheng roughly regardless.

"It's time to get up."

"Hmm..." Song Zicheng felt uncomfortable when someone pushed his shoulder. He muttered, half-closed his eyes, and looked at the person in front of him ignorantly, as if he was still in a dream.

"Wake up." He Chumo glared at him.

Slowly returning to his senses, Song Zicheng's face was still dull, with a slight red mark left by his sleeping position. He slowly sat up straight, looked at the needle in his palm, and then at the infusion bottle, consciously ignoring it. Seeing He Chumo's glaring eyes, he said obediently, "I haven't lost yet."

He Chumo looked at Song Zicheng's pitiful face as if he had been bullied by him, and couldn't utter abusive words, so he continued to stare at him: "I know!"

"Oh." Song Zicheng yawned heavily, tears welling up in the corners of his eyes.

Punching cotton, He Chumo was very dissatisfied with Song Zicheng's attitude.In the middle of the night, I sacrificed my precious rest time, busy up and down to take care of a half-sick and not disabled person, exhausted and exhausted without a word of thanks, and was stabbed by an old man just now. collapsed.

He Chumo was so angry that he couldn't break out, folded his hands on his chest, and stared angrily, showing the usual president's prestige, "If you have something to tell me, say it now."

It was three o'clock in the morning, Song Zicheng was tossed and sleepy, his mind was still out of control, he couldn't respond to He Chumo's question, "What should I say?"

He Chumo had a serious face.

Song Zicheng knew that he was going to be angry, so he blinked his eyes and tried hard to think, "It's medical expenses... yes, medical expenses! I'll transfer the money to you right now."

"I'm short of your money?" He Chumo was furious, wanting to knock him on the head.

Song Zicheng had a bitter face, he actually just wanted to sleep and didn't want to say anything.

He Chumo: "The doctor said you are suffering from stomach problems. Tell me, what did you eat tonight?"

"I didn't eat anything. After a busy day, I was too tired, so I went to bed directly."

For some reason, Song Zicheng didn't dare to look at him, and stared at the needle port on the back of his hand, his voice soft.

"Didn't eat fish?" He Chumo asked back.

"No...no..." Song Zicheng shrank his neck and changed his words: "Actually, I just took one bite, just one bite, I know you like it, so I will eat it after one bite." I didn't touch it again...and put it back in the pot to keep warm."

"That's not what I meant." He Chumo said, "Is it because you can't eat fish? Since you can't eat it, why do you still want to eat it?"

Song Zicheng looked up at him, "It's not that you can't eat fish, it's just that if you smell the fishy smell, your stomach will feel uncomfortable..."

He Chumo frowned.

Song Zicheng became nervous when he saw his impatient face, and his words were flattering, "I'm not saying that the fish cooked by Aunt Li is not delicious... My stomach pain has nothing to do with Aunt Li's cooking, it's just because I'm a little tired, my stomach is sore. It will be uncomfortable."

Song Zicheng was a little apprehensive. Aunt Li was from the He family's old house. After He Chumo moved out of the old house, she was the one who took care of He Chumo and was in charge of his daily life and food.Now that I am in the hospital, I am afraid that He Chumo will mistakenly think that he is dissatisfied with Aunt Li's food and deliberately torment him.

"If you can't eat it, don't eat it next time."

Song Zicheng raised his head to look at him in surprise when he heard the words, and after realizing the meaning of He Chumo's words, he couldn't help showing surprise on his face.