The Sand Sculpture Actor Awakens

Ban Zhun fell asleep in a disturbed state.

Ever since he found Rong Qian lying on the bed next to him with a fever and talking nonsense, he often got up from the warm bed after the nurse gave Rong Qian the fever-reducing needle to check whether Rong Qian's fever had subsided.

Every time I woke up, I was shivering from the cold, and I only felt dizzy after a while, but the temperature on Rong Qian's forehead did not change significantly until the bottle of fever-reducing injection was finished.

Ban Zhun was worried that Gong, a good protagonist, would be so stupid. After all, Rong Qian was the dumb boy he grew up with. Although the two of them had hardly spoken, it was impossible to see him so sick Province.

What's more, the current Rong Qian is still his honorary wife, and he has to shoulder the responsibility of being a husband.

With the lights on in the ward, Ban Zhun tucked the corner of the bandage for Rong Qian, leaned against the side of the bed, leaned on his chin and sighed.

The Rong family couple were ruthless enough, no matter what, Rong Qian was also their own son, so it was a bit too cruel.

Unlike his parents who are so amiable and amiable, he has never been beaten since he was a child...

Thinking of his parents, Ban Zhun's thick eyelashes trembled suddenly, he blinked twice quickly, and then looked up at Rong Qian's infusion bottle as if evading, watching them fall drop by drop, and then slide into Rong Qian's blood vessels inside.

Worried that Rong Qian would lose consciousness due to burning, and touch the splint bandage on his arm, the wound would not heal in a short time, so Ban Zhun limped over with two chairs and sat on it. Beside Rong Qian's bed, he put his injured leg on another chair and guarded him with his coat on.

Ban Zhun quietly took care of him until midnight. Because of the injuries on his body, he was so sleepy that he simply fell asleep by Rong Qian's hand, thinking that he could wake up and physically cool him down.

Unexpectedly, it was dawn after this sleep.

The nurse who was changing shifts walked into the ward and saw that Ban Zhun was lying on the bedside of Rong Qian who had a fever and guarded him as he had said to his colleagues who had already left work.

On the side of the medical records, the medical staff could see Rongqian's name written in the family column of Ban Zhun's preoperative risk notification, so they knew the relationship between the two.

Looking at the two men on the bed, the little nurse didn't know who to envy.

Rong Qian opened his eyes when he heard the movement, and his eyes fell on Ban Zhun, who was sleeping soundly on his arm with his cheek.

Under Rong Qian's acquiescent gaze, the little nurse walked to Ban Zhun's side and patted him on the shoulder lightly.

"Mr. Ban, wake up, you should go back to bed and get an injection, you will catch a cold if you sleep here."

"Well……"

Ban Zhun sucked on his stagnant nose and opened his eyes uncomfortably.

His left leg, which had been fixed on the chair for half the night, was so cold that it was stiff. With the help of the nurse, Ban Zhun carefully moved from Rong Qian's bed to his own, and then put on the infusion needle.

The little nurse tore off the tourniquet from Ban Zhun's wrist, slipped it into the pocket of the nurse's uniform, and said with a smile, "Mr. Ban, you and your lover have such a good relationship. You take care of Mr. Rong even if you are injured."

"Love?" Ban Zhun looked at Rong Qian with a broken smile as if he had heard some big joke, and asked the little nurse, "Him?"

Rong Qian glanced at him, took out his earphones and put them on, and stopped paying attention to Ban Zhun.

The little nurse raised her head and finished adjusting the drip flow, and was puzzled by Ban Zhun's tone: "Aren't you two..."

Ban Zhun was very dizzy, but he still insisted on shaking it, proving Rong Qian's innocence: "Hey, really not, he is my distant cousin..."

Thinking of Rong Qian's original book, he hated people other than the protagonist to approach him, so Ban Zhun was worried that these flowery little nurses would eagerly come to disturb him after knowing that Rong Qian was not married. And put this account on his class's head.

From the corner of the eye, seeing that Rong Qian had already put on the earphones, Ban Zhun lowered his voice: "He has a bad temper and tends to be violent. You must talk to him less. He is not yet eighteen, and he is not enough to be sentenced to prison." of."

The little nurse glanced at Rong Qian's arm in disbelief, and secretly gestured to Ban Zhun, "Then his injury?"

Ban Zhun nodded heartbroken, "Yes, it's self-harm."

The corner of Rong Qian's mouth raised a slight arc, and his fingertips landed on the button to continue playing.

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Rong Qian was young and his body had a fast metabolism. After the injection, and being urged by Uncle Zhao who came to deliver meals, he drank a lot of hot water, and his complexion soon returned to normal.

Uncle Zhao sat on the sofa and folded Ban Zhun's clothes, talking to Rong Qian, "It's good to be young. Back then, when I was your age, Young Master Rong, I didn't even know what it was like to have a fever. Now, This pain in the waist and legs has been found..."

Rong Qian never talked to Ban Zhun, and only when Uncle Zhao came over could he reluctantly follow up.

"Uncle Zhao still needs to pay more attention to rest and supplement calcium at the same time."

When Uncle Zhao saw Rong Qian talking to him, he couldn't help but lighten up a lot, he hurriedly responded with a smile: "Hey, I'm making it up, and I usually bask in the sun."

Rong Qian pursed his lips and nodded. He was about to take his eyes away from Uncle Zhao and read his book carefully, but he was caught by a person sitting on another hospital bed halfway.

Ban Zhun was leaning on the bed with his computer in his arms, sorting out the company affairs that he left behind during his injury.

The hospital bed is not wide enough, so the small table on top is also very narrow, and there is no room for an additional wireless mouse.

Therefore, he could only use the touchpad that came with the laptop, and tap on the keyboard with the eight fingers except for the injury.

He has kept the force of his fingertips on the keyboard to a minimum, but the impact caused by the collision of the two objects still causes a dull pain in his unhealed phalanx. From time to time, he needs to stop and rest for a while, and gently grasp the stiff finger.

Rong Qian's fingers also paused slightly.

Ban Zhun's full attention was absorbed in his work, and he couldn't extricate himself for a while, so he naturally didn't notice that every time he stopped and clenched his fingers, Rong Qian would subconsciously look this way.

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"Young master, rest for a while."

Uncle Zhao went back to Ban's house to take a nap in the afternoon, and when he opened the door of the ward with the fruit prepared for Ban Zhun and Rong Qian, he found that Ban Zhun was still staring at the computer screen with red eyes.

"Hmm...Okay, Uncle Zhao, I'll be right away."

Ban Zhun responded, but his eyes still stayed on the large paragraph of text and refused to leave.

Rong Qian closed the book, took a quick look at Ban Zhun who was pouring warm water, and then stood up to take the things in Uncle Zhao's hands.

"Hey, thank you, Master Rong, young master, drink slowly, drink less, the wound will swell."

Uncle Zhao disapproved of Ban Zhun's overdrinking behavior.

But Rong Qian seemed to understand why Ban Zhun did this.

He found that only when Uncle Zhao was here, Ban Zhun would let Uncle Zhao accompany him to the bathroom, and whenever he and he were alone in this ward, Ban Zhun almost slowed down his breathing rate .

Rong Qian opened the lid with one hand, put the cut fruits on the tea table one by one, then took the fork handed over by Uncle Zhao, and ate quietly with his head down, his long eyelashes blocking his eyes, so that people don't know him. Thinking about something in my heart.

Through Rongqian's careful observation of Ban Zhun in the past two days out of precaution, he found that Ban Zhun especially likes to eat sour food, especially green oranges, green plums, and even lemon hawthorn and passion fruit. Yangmei, pomegranate and grapefruit, as long as they are sour, he can eat them with satisfaction.

Rong Qian changed the direction of his hand that was going to reach out to Apple, and said to Uncle Zhao, "Uncle Zhao, this pineapple is really fresh."

Uncle Zhao immediately became happy, and the confidence on his face was as fulfilling as if the pineapple had been planted by him, "No, it's very fresh, soaked in salt water, it won't irritate the mouth."

Ban Zhun really took a quick glance at them.

The fingers resting on the keyboard anxiously picked the little dots on the letter "F", as if he wanted to get out of bed quickly to eat but couldn't let go of the things in front of him.

There was a smile on the corner of Rong Qian's mouth that he didn't even notice.

He knew that Uncle Zhao would probably tell his grandmother the details of his relationship with Ban Zhun, so in order to make the old man feel at ease, Rong Qian seldom made a cold face in front of Uncle Zhao, and sometimes even took the initiative to chat.

"This pineapple looks like it's just been picked, and it's full of moisture." Rong Qian pierced a square-cut pineapple on the small fork held by his fingertips, as if an expert was appreciating treasures seriously, "The taste is also very strong. "

Ban Zhun's ears perked up, "Uncle Zhao, quickly help me out of bed."

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Pineapple has the effect of promoting body fluid, quenching thirst and promoting urination. This advantage was perfectly demonstrated by Ban Zhun, who went to the bathroom four times in just one afternoon.

So much so that Uncle Zhao completed the rest of his task of walking [-] steps today just by helping Ban Zhun to go to the bathroom.

The sleep part that Ban Zhun was looking forward to the most finally came in the dark of night.

The feeling of being covered with a quilt and getting ready to fall asleep made Ban Zhun feel extremely comfortable. As soon as he closed his eyes, the phone next to his pillow vibrated.

Ban Zhun was very curious, and also worried about missing important things, so he sighed, carefully avoiding the injury on his ring finger, and took out the phone from under the pillow.

Before unlocking, Ban Zhun took a special look at the bed curtain to confirm that the light from his mobile phone would not disturb Rong Qian, then frowned and looked at the screen.

It was a message from Zhen Bujia.

It's two voices.

Ban Zhun didn't have earphones at hand, so he had to press and hold to convert it into text.

[Zhen Zhen is a manager: Brother Zhun, the gift for Mr. Rong has been prepared, and when Brother Zhun is discharged from the hospital, he can bring Mr. Rong to inspect and accept it. 】

Ban Zhun held the phone, a little confused.

When is he going to prepare a gift for Rong Qian?

The severe damage to the brain caused by the car accident made Ban Zhun concentrate on recalling for a long time, but he still couldn't remember what unfinished gift he had prepared for Rong Qian before that.

Just thinking about it, Zhen Bujia sent two more photos.

Ban Zhun opened it and saw that it was a luxuriously decorated KTV private room.

[Zhen Zhen is a manager: Brother Zhun, look, this is a regular package decoration, suitable for business entertainment, you can rest assured about privacy.At that time, please invite the princess and the young master, haha, I am not talking about the young master like Zhun, but the kind of young master hahaha, if you like Zhun, you can just pick a few. 】

Seeing that his words became more and more outrageous, Ban Zhun hastily interrupted him:

[Ban Zhun: Stop, you're almost done, you can clean up the business for me, and I'll take him to the inspection after I leave the hospital in a few days. 】

Zhen Bujia replied quickly, and the words converted into words carried his deep doubts:

[Zhen Zhen is a broker: Brother Zhun, how can you make money if you do a clean business? Brother Zhun, don't worry, I will never let the relevant departments find out. 】

Ban Zhun was exhausted by this greedy and stubborn assistant, he sat up with his elbows propped on the pillow, and planned to give Zhen Bujia a formal lecture.

[Ban Zhun: As legal citizens of the country, we cannot do things that violate laws and regulations. 】

Zhen Bujia was obviously stunned.

[Zhen Zhen is an agent: Little bastard, who the hell are you, do you know whose account you stole?Let me tell you, your number is gone, shave your head and prepare to go to jail. 】

Ban Zhun: "..."

Forget it, he endured it, after all, this is also a manifestation of Zhen Bujia's loyalty.

Ban Zhun pressed the voice button, leaned in front of the microphone and said in a low voice, "Shut up, it's me."

Only then did Zhen Bujia feel relieved and continued to speak.

[Zhen Zhen is a manager: I'm sorry, brother Zhun, my emotions were confiscated just now, so I retract the above sentence. 】

Ban Zhun replied that there is no need, and let him finish talking together.

Zhen Bujia's stubborn appearance is like a dung beetle who doesn't push anything but dung balls, and his words are always full of meaning:

[Zhen Zhen is an agent: Brother Zhun, you also know at this time, how can you make money without doing something special? 】

Ban Zhun is no longer going to change his mind, and just give him a happy one.

[Ban Zhun: Either you will be the boss, or you can do as I say. 】

Sure enough, after these words passed, Zhen Bujia hurriedly sent a new message, probably an admission of mistake.

The screen was so sensitive that Ban Zhun accidentally clicked on the voice on it——

Immediately, Ban Zhun heard Zhen Bujia's loud voice easily cover the noisy background of KTV, accompanied by machine gun-like speech resounding in the ward:

"Brother Zhun! Don't worry! I've prepared an exclusive private room for you, and you can watch the little boy casually in the future..."

Ban Zhun gasped in shock, he didn't bother to see if the person in the next bed had been woken up, he quickly stretched out his finger to touch the voice that hadn't finished playing, trying to turn it off.

But at this time, Zhen Bujia sent another message, covering the position of the previous one, and Ban Zhun clicked on the original position, and directly pressed on the new voice——

"Brother Zhun! I even arranged a big bed for you in that room! You can mess with Mr. Rong as you like!"

The bed curtain beside him was pulled open.

Ban Zhun stared into those dark eyes, dumbfounded.

The author has something to say:

Class Boss: ... I cracked

Mrs. Ban: Can Zhen Bujia speak for himself?

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