After being coveted by old men for many years, I quit

After Zhou Cheng finally calmed down, when he saw the familiar building, the feeling of powerlessness in his heart leaked out little by little.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and forced himself to calm down.

The last time this happened was when the doctor had just rescued his mother and came out of the emergency room and told him that her cerebral blood vessel ruptured and she was bleeding acutely. Although the rescue was successful, there was a high probability that she would become a vegetable with only a small Hope to wake up.

He forgot how long it took him to recover at that time, he only remembered that those few days passed in a muddle, and the whole person was shrouded in a haze.

He Xiao drove the car to the parking lot and stopped steadily, unfastened his seat belt and got out of the car, and walked around the front of the car naturally with his feet, walking towards the passenger seat.

When Zhou Cheng got off the car, the man held his hand again.

The two walked towards the hospital building.

It was obviously a very familiar place, but with every step closer, the fear shrouded in Zhou Cheng's heart intensified, making his limbs gradually stiff and cold.

He Xiao didn't go far while leading him, when he noticed his abnormality, his long legs stopped, and his tall and tall figure turned around.

"What's wrong."

Not far away, the dim light of a street lamp shone over. He looked at the paleness on Zhou Cheng's face, only then realized that the fingers he was holding were too cold to warm him.He Xiao's eyes darkened a bit, and his five knuckle-jointed fingers clenched the cold hand more and more tightly.

Zhou Cheng seemed to be unable to breathe, his chest was heaving and his lips were trembling, he couldn't speak for a while, and finally he was almost hoarse before he managed to say, "Can you... wait a while Come in, my leg...can't seem to move."

When a person is extremely scared, his torso becomes rigid, as he is now.

No matter what the situation is inside, Zhou Cheng is afraid to face it. His instinct makes him try to escape here, but there lies his dearest family member in this world, how could he really leave?

"Chengcheng."

He Xiao bowed down, put his hands on his shoulders, his eyes as deep as the sea met his slightly out-of-focus gaze, "Chengcheng, look at me."

Zhou Cheng looked at him silently, the corners of his eyes twitching.

Everything in front of him was shielded from the senses, only the handsome and gentle face of the man remained.

He Xiao looked at the refocused focus in his eyes, couldn't help but leaned over and kissed him on the lips, then straightened up, and pulled him into his arms.

"No matter what the situation is, I will be with you, huh? Believe in yourself and me." The man's quiet voice leaned against his ear.

Zhou Cheng closed his eyes, something overflowed from the corners of his eyes, and buried his face deeply into the man's broad chest.

Under the bleak cold night, the two figures silently embraced each other, and the street lamps stretched their shadows on the ground very long.

Zhou Cheng smelled the familiar and reassuring breath of the man, slowly raised his hand, responded to the hug, and slowly tightened his arms around the man's back.

"Uncle Xiao," he leaned on the man's chest, his voice choked several times, "I'm afraid... I'm afraid to hear..." He couldn't say what he said next, his white Teeth clenched his lower lip so as not to let his own crying flow out of it.

He Xiao's eyes flashed, he raised his head and stroked his soft short hair, "I know."

He is like a flower living in a greenhouse, beautiful and pure, but this kind of beauty and purity cannot withstand any changes, let alone the harsh wind and frost outside.

How pure he is is how fragile he is.

The Zhou family collapsed, and the greenhouse that raised him was gone.

He can only be forced to adapt to the cruel environment outside, but he is too fragile after all, maybe the matter he is facing now is already a blizzard enough to destroy him.

Fortunately, with him here, this snowstorm will never hit him.

He will protect him well, as beautiful and pure as before.

He Xiao closed his eyes, and touched his thin lips against his forehead. After a while, he pulled away the person who was close to his arms, looked down at him, and gently wiped his clean and slender knuckles away. Moisture on the face.

"Let's go in first, huh? The doctors are in the rescue, you have to have confidence in them, your mother needs you now too."

The gaze in his eyes seemed to have strength, pressing on Zhou Cheng's face, "No matter what the result is, you have to remember, I will face it with you, you are not alone, you still have me, you know? "

Zhou Cheng lifted his wet eyes, and finally nodded slightly.

He Xiao led him to continue walking.

When I came to the door of the operating room, there was no one else in the corridor at this time except for a few nurses.

The air is filled with a faint smell of disinfectant, mixed with the cold air of winter nights.

One of the advantages of private hospitals over public hospitals is that most of the decorations use beige or warm colors instead of cold colors.

So even if there are not many people around and the corridor is very deserted, the warm lighting and walls still make people feel a lot more relaxed.

The red light on the operating room door was on.

As soon as they saw the two, the nurse standing outside the door greeted them.

"Mr. He."

He Xiao glanced at the closed operating room door and asked in a low voice, "What's going on?"

When he answered the phone, he was in a hurry and didn't have time to explain clearly, and he had to rush over with Zhou Cheng, so he didn't ask in detail.

"The patient's heart rate suddenly dropped at three o'clock in the morning. The nurse notified us in time. After calling you, we sent the patient for examination. It was found to be hypostatic pneumonia and is being treated now."

Zhou Cheng couldn't understand the technical terms she said, so he hurriedly asked, "Is the situation serious?"

The nurse's face froze, as if she was in trouble, "...It may be life-threatening. To be specific, I have to wait for Dr. Hao to come out after the operation. Please wait a while."

He Xiao looked down at Zhou Cheng who was stunned, held his hand tightly, took him to the chair next to him and sat down.

"Let's wait for a while, the nurse said it's only possible, don't think too much, huh?" He approached him, coaxing softly.

Zhou Cheng was absent-minded, and nodded perfunctorily, his eyes still on the lit operating lamp.

He Xiao glanced at his tightly pursed lips, perhaps because of the cold wind blowing during the walk outside, his pale crimson lips were dry and peeling.

He waved to the nurse standing by, took out a piece of cash from his wallet, and handed it to her, "Please buy me two cups of hot drinks, please."

The nurse looked at the man's handsome face, listened to his deep and magnetic voice, blushed slightly, and took the money, "Okay."

In fact, there was a drink vending machine just around the corner at the end of the corridor, not far away. She didn't understand why he didn't go there by himself, but she seemed to understand after looking at the hands that had been clasped together since the moment they appeared.

Ming Ming, sure enough handsome guys like handsome guys, it's not her turn QAQ After a while, the female nurse came back, took two cups of hot milk tea in her hand, and handed the leftover change to He Xiao, "Mr. He , the hot drink you want."

He Xiao only took two cups and handed one of them to Zhou Cheng.

"Take something, your hands are cold."

Zhou Cheng came back to his senses in a daze, glanced at the paper cup handed in front of him, raised his hand to accept it, "Thank you."

He took a sip, and the mellow milk fragrance permeated the entire lip cavity, and the hot temperature came from the palm of his hand. Only then did he realize that his body was cold, and he licked it again, the coldness on his body bit by bit was dispersed.

He Xiao watched him take a few sips while quietly holding the cup, and then tasted it. As soon as the tip of his tongue touched the sweet and fragrant liquid, he frowned subconsciously, and put down the cup casually.

The two sat on the bench for a while, when the red light on the door suddenly went out.

Zhou Cheng put the cup aside, quickly got up from the chair and went to the door.

He Xiao walked over and stood behind him.

A male doctor opened the door and came out. He took off his mask and said, "Which one is the patient's family member?"

Zhou Cheng hurriedly said, "I...I am, doctor, how is my mother?"

"The operation was successful, but the patient's vital signs are still unstable. He needs to be admitted to the ICU for observation for a few days. Things may happen at any time in these few days. You have to be mentally prepared."

Zhou Cheng stared at him in a daze, and after a while, he recovered his voice, "Then can I...can I go see her now?"

"Not yet, the patient has just been transferred in, and family members are prone to infection when they go in. There are special caregivers inside, so you can come back tomorrow."

After the doctor finished speaking, he nodded, turned and left with a tired look on his face.

Zhou Cheng didn't respond until he walked away.

He Xiao mo frowned coldly, stretched out his hand to turn him around, touching his numb and empty eyes, the frown deepened, "Chengcheng?"

Zhou Cheng came back to his senses, tears welled up in his eyes, stared blankly at the man's gloomy face, unable to say a word.

He Xiao sighed, but still reached out and pulled him into his arms.

In the deserted corridor with no one else, the boy's low sobs sounded.

When we got back to the villa, it was still dark.

With a very heavy heart, Zhou Cheng unbuttoned his seat belt in a daze and got out of the car.

As soon as his face stepped on the ground, he was bent down and hugged by the man who came over.

He didn't have the energy to say anything more, so he let him carry himself into the house.

He was very tired, but as soon as he closed his eyes, the doctor's words would flash in his mind, making his thoughts clearer.

He Xiao put him on the bed, took off his shoes for him, covered him with the quilt, and then rubbed his hair that was messed up by the wind, "It's still early, why don't you sleep again?" "Uncle Xiao."

"Ok?"

Zhou Cheng felt the palm on his forehead, and then sat up from the bed.

He lowered his head, only the floor lamp by the bed was turned on in the room, He Xiao couldn't see clearly what he was thinking.

His eyes darkened, and he sat down on the edge of the bed, "Why?" Just as he spoke in a deep and mellow voice, his thin lips were sealed by warm and soft lips, blocking the rest of the words that he hadn't had time to say.

Zhou Cheng clasped the man's straight shoulders with both hands, and lightly closed his eyes, his eyelashes trembling like a feather fan.

He was a little frustrated when he didn't get a response from the man, but then he summoned up courage and deepened the kiss.

He Xiao kept his black eyes open all the time, feeling the boy's youthful kissing skills, and kept teasing his lips.