Blame him for being too pretty

Song Yuhe fell into a heavy sleep, even in his sleep he still felt empty around him, he struggled to wake up from the nightmare, and fumbled for the pillow next to him.

No one is empty.

Song Yuhe frowned instinctively, and soon he gently held his five fingers with one hand, and Song Guanxing's voice came: "Don't be afraid, brother is here."

Song Yuhe muttered softly, and let himself fall asleep again.

Early the next morning, Song Yuhe woke up naturally after sleeping until he was about to get out of bed, throwing off the quilt in a daze, but he still couldn't get used to the immobility of his legs for a while, half of his body fell directly under the bed, with a bang Muffled.

Song Guanxing, who was outside, heard the sound and rushed in, and saw Song Yuhe sitting on the ground, struggling to hold the edge of the bed as if trying to prop himself up, even his forehead was a little sweaty.

Seeing Song Guanxing, Song Yuhe smiled at him, like a child who has done something wrong, and said obediently: "Brother, I... I can't get up."

Song Guanxing gasped and hugged him back to the bed in a hurry. He stroked Song Yuhe's face back and forth, his lips trembling, but he didn't know what to say.

"It's okay." Song Yuhe tilted his face, rubbed Song Guanxing's palm, and muttered, "I just fell asleep and forgot, and I didn't feel any pain. I will remember it next time."

Song Guanxing has seen many patients with Hera's disease, and most of them collapsed in the later stage. It is extremely rare for Song Yuhe's mentality to remain stable all the time.

But Song Guanxing would rather Song Yuhe cry because of grievances than to smile like this and comfort others in turn to make him feel better.

Song Guanxing still didn't say anything else, just supported Song Yuhe to sit down, and said softly: "Pu Cun has something urgent, Bo Qiao may not be able to come here for a while."

Seeing that Song Yuhe's face was a little unhappy, Song Guanxing pretended to smile and teased him: "Why, brother is with you, aren't you happy?"

Song Yuhe wasn't polite to his brother either, he stretched out his hand and gestured: "I'm just not happy at all."

Song Guanxing was amused by him, stretched out his hand and flicked the center of Song Yuhe's eyebrows lightly: "If you are not happy, bear with me."

The weather outside was not bad, Song Guanxing wiped Song Yuhe's hands and said, "Shall we go outside to bask in the sun today?"

Song Yuhe was always worried that he would be bald, so he put his hat on immediately after washing, and nodded when he heard this: "Okay, how much hair grows in the sun."

Song Guanxing didn't know where he learned the wild way, but he didn't refute him when he saw him so lively, so he carried him into the wheelchair and pushed him outside to eat.

Song Yuhe took a sip of the medicinal food and said, "Bo Qiao didn't make this."

Song Guanxing glared at him: "Master, you have a sharp tongue—Bo Qiao is too busy, I asked a restaurant to make it for you."

Song Yuhe nodded without picking anything. He finished the medicinal meal slowly, patted the armrest of the wheelchair, and said crisply, "Let's go."

Song Guanxing saw that he would really take pleasure in bitterness, pressed down the corners of his lips, but still forcibly hooked them up, pushed the wheelchair out, and said with a smile: "Okay, let's go."

The sun in the early summer was not very bright, and there were large lawn plants in front of the hospital. Song Yuhe rested his elbows on the armrest of the wheelchair, squinted his eyes and looked at the large expanse of green, and felt that his eyes didn't hurt much.

"Can I play optical brain for a while?" He raised his head and asked Song Guanxing.

Song Guanxing found a chair and sat down, glanced at him: "You want to contact him secretly again?"

"Work matters!" Song Yuhe argued vigorously, "Can work matters be called secretly contacting?"

Song Guanxing was afraid of the heat, so he still found a place under the shade of a tree. Hearing that Song Yuhe dared to find a reason, he frowned again: "The optical brain is confiscated, and he can handle the rest by himself. Besides, there is Bao Qiao. Well, what are you worried about?"

Song Yuhe covered his forehead and said in a low voice: "I'm not worried, I'm just... I'm just idle, bored, and worrying, so as not to think about it."

Song Guanxing was afraid that the world would not be chaotic: "Why, you don't believe in Bo Qiao? Actually, I don't really..."

"I believe, I believe!" Song Yuhe hurriedly said, he was not happy that Song Guanxing said bad things about Bo Qiao, so he could only bark his teeth fiercely at him, "He said that after INC research is finished, he will propose to me as an engagement gift, don't you Talk bad about him!"

Song Guanxing said sourly: "My boy, you have changed, no matter how much I dissed Bo Qiao before, you wouldn't be mean to my brother."

"That was before." After suffering from an illness, Song Yuhe's mentality became more mature than before. He said seriously, "Now I have changed."

Song Guanxing said, "How have you changed?"

Song Yuhe said without any shame: "I've become more in love with him."

Song Guanxing: "..."

Song Guanxing staggered and almost fell off the chair.

It's deadly.

Song Guanxing thought blankly, why didn't he take Song Yuhe away when he was still awake, otherwise how could such a good, straightforward and enthusiastic boy be cheaper than that bastard Bao Qiao?

The brother-in-law expressed great regret.

Song Yuhe didn't see the sun all the year round in Mofenfen, his skin was already pale, and after being ill for so long, his face almost glowed white under the sunlight.

He is not afraid of getting tanned, so he squints and leans on the wheelchair to bask in the sun quietly.

Feeling the warmth of the sun shining on his body, Song Yuhe sighed and thought: "Such a beautiful sunshine, I really hope to see it all the time."

When he was in Mofenfen, he always hoped that the sun would fall from the thick clouds, even if there was only a ray.

After returning to Nanhuai, he began to look forward to being in the sun every day.

People are always greedy, wanting too much after getting it.

"Too dissatisfied."

Bo Qiao stared at the data he sent over, thinking blankly.

At first, when INC’s targeted drug was estimated to take three to five years, Bo Qiao always wanted to shorten the time as soon as possible; later, because of Song Yuhe’s helper of the bionic human simulation virus, the time was accelerated to within three years.

Up to now, Pucun's INC data has simulated nineteen sequence groups in Song Yuhe's bionic man, which are effective against Hera virus, which is a qualitative leap. If it is fast, the drug will be thoroughly studied in the middle of next year. come out.

Even though the time has been shortened from three to five years to one year, Bo Qiao is still not satisfied.

Song Yuhe's daily pain pierced his heart like thorns. It was clear that he was not the one suffering from Hera's disease, but it made him feel the severe pain in his heart.

He seemed to be running a race against death, fearing that if he was slower and lazy, he would be deprived of the most precious thing.

Bo Qiao frowned, and said to him, "Can you go faster?"

He explained to him seriously: "Mr. Bo, instead of thinking about this, you should hurry up and continue to screen the data in those sequence groups for experiments. After all, we bought the time ourselves."

Bo Qiao kept spinning for several days, very irritable, but he knew it made sense when he heard this sentence, so he could only nod his head slightly.

"But it depends on luck." He comforted him, "If we are lucky, we may be able to succeed without completing all the tests."

Bo Qiao didn't speak, and continued to arrange people to carry out the next research.

His luck has always been bad, and Song Yuhe's luck is not very good, otherwise he would not have suffered so many tragic things in just 20 years.

Instead of pinning our hopes on the illusory luck, it is better to work overtime to shorten the time.

After Bo Qiao arranged things, it was already a week later,

He made a hasty order and hurried to the hospital.

It was already night, and Song Guanxing was not in the ward. Bo Qiao took a deep breath, and gently opened the door with the medicinal food that had been boiled for a long time.

He originally wanted to give Song Yuhe a surprise, but just as he opened a crack in the door, he smelled a faint smell of blood.

Bo Qiao was taken aback, and opened the door suddenly, and saw Song Yuhe sitting on the hospital bed, almost jumping up like a frightened little animal.

His face was pale, and he was holding a pack of tissues in his hand, and he was covering his nose with random tearing.

The scattered paper towels beside him were covered in bright red blood, and even Song Yuhe's fingers were covered in bloodstains.

——I don't know if he was afraid of being discovered, he bled so much, there was not even a single drop of blood on the snow-white sheet.

Bo Qiao was dizzy for a while. He didn't know whether it was because of the blood or because the blood was too glaring. He stood there blankly, feeling like his heart would explode.

Song Yuhe didn't expect him to come back suddenly, so he quickly threw the paper into the trash can in a mess, and stuffed the paper into his nose, trying to stop the unstoppable nosebleed, and said vaguely: "Sir, don't come here , I, I tidy up."

Bo Qiao almost couldn't stand still, and the physique that made him faint when he saw blood didn't work for a while, he staggered and rushed over, his eyes were almost red.

His nose was sore from the color of the blood, he took out the paper from Song Yuhe's nose, saw that the blood couldn't stop flowing down, wiped it gently with the paper, and rang the bell to call the doctor.

Bo Qiao's eyes were red, and he wiped Song Yuhe's blood silently, his whole body was tense, and his fingers were trembling.

Song Yuhe seemed to be very used to nosebleeds, and he smiled at Bo Qiao foolishly, tugging at his sleeve and shaking: "Why did you come here suddenly, my brother said he was going to get dinner, there is no part for you Woolen cloth."

Bo Qiao clenched his jaw tightly, he didn't want to speak, he was afraid that his voice would shake out of his sentences when he spoke.

Song Yuhe could also see his tenseness, so he had no choice but to withdraw his hand timidly, sit down obediently, and stop being obedient.

Soon the doctor arrived, and finally stopped his nosebleed with the medical cabin.

After bleeding so much, Song Yuhe's face became even uglier. He was lying on the bed, his face paler than his pillow.

At this time, Bo Qiao finally came to his senses, leaned down and gently hugged him, and asked in a low voice, "Why didn't you call the doctor?"

Just now, Bao Qiao ignored him with a cold face, making Song Yuhe silent like a small animal that made a mistake, until Bao Qiao hugged him warmly, Song Yuhe tentatively hugged Bao Qiao's waist back, sullenly Said: "I thought it would be fine if it flowed a little bit, but who knew it would be unstoppable when it surged."

Bo Qiao was about to suffer from angina pectoris, so she couldn't help admonishing him: "Don't do this next time, even if you feel a little uncomfortable, you should go to the doctor."

"Got it." Song Yuhe agreed earnestly, and slightly hugged him down, letting Bao Qiao's tall body cover him, "Are you still leaving today?"

Bo Qiao didn't dare to push down hard, lest he would crush Song Yuhe, but this posture was too much of a test of his waist strength, so he forced himself to be hugged by Song Yuhe: "I won't go, I will sleep with you today."

Song Yuhe finally cheered up, hooked his neck and was about to kiss him, but then thought that his nosebleed had rubbed onto his lips just now, even if he wiped it with a hot towel, there was still a faint smell of blood, so he hurriedly stopped his movements, afraid Kissed Bo Qiao who fainted from blood.

But before he had time to lie down, Bo Qiao leaned down and kissed him softly.