Pain at minus 7 degrees Celsius

Cheng Yue was woken up by another wave of @强烈@ spasms in his stomach. It was still dark outside, and his body was hot and cold. When he just fell asleep, the quilt was pressed under his body, covered in sweat Sticking to the patient's gown and sticking to his body, he has been tossing like this until he has a fever, which has finally subsided in the past few days, and now his ghost haunts him again, Cheng Yue is a little annoyed.

Suddenly, he hated his weak body, turned over with all his strength, and saw Xiao Hao's sleeping face when he turned his head. Feeling inexplicably relieved, he leaned forward and pressed the calling bell on the bedside, and immediately She curled up into a ball and nestled in her arms.

He actually thought of Xiao Hao at this moment, and didn't want to see him working so hard and running around so hard.

Cheng Yue endured the burst of @哩@音 and ordered a few words to the nurse who came in to get her medicine. The little nurse saw Xiao Hao, who was sleeping next to him, complaining about wanting to wake him up, and Cheng Yue gave him a sharp look. He glared for a moment, shrank his neck and ran out to get the medicine.

Xiao Hao seemed to hear the voice of someone talking, curled his lips, turned over and fell asleep again, Cheng Yue saw Xiao Hao so tired, he couldn't help feeling a little distressed, and the pain in his stomach made him finally unable to hold back and let out a low breath Voice.Little by little @破@@'s groans overflowed from his mouth, especially clear in the quiet ward.

The nurse prepared the potion and helped Cheng Yue hang it up. He stood aside in embarrassment and didn't know what to do. Cheng Yue added a large dose of antipyretic medicine to the potion, and the man who was sweating profusely and seemed to struggle to say a word motioned to her. , I couldn't say anything if I wanted to refuse, so I could only accept my fate and inject him with anti-fever medicine, covered him with the quilt and retreated.

Cheng Yue endured the hard work, but he insisted on not groaning @音出声, afraid that Xiao Hao would be worried, but he was so eager to reduce his fever, so that he could go to work tomorrow with peace of mind, why didn't he know that, like his current situation, it is necessary to reduce the fever How risky is the drug.Maybe even he himself doesn't know how extraordinary Xiao Hao's position in his heart is now, and he starts to care about his emotions unconsciously.

Qiao Jiawen, who had just returned to the office after the operation on duty, was called by the nurse in Cheng Yue's ward before his butt was hot, and hurried over.

The fever-reducing potion started to take effect, and the irritation caused the whole stomach to burn and sting, and he didn't even dare to breathe normally. Every time he took a breath, he felt like he was sucking in a pair of cold air knives, cutting the wounded wounds. The pain in his stomach made him want to pass out at one point. The needle inserted into the back of his hand unexpectedly twisted out of the blood vessel but did not fall off, and the back of his hand swelled up like a steamed bun.

When Qiao Jiawen opened the door and came in, he saw Cheng Yue curled up tightly and trembling, his teeth were tightly pressed against his broken lips, but there was no @嘻@声@ at all.Qiao Jiawen tried to straighten Cheng Yue's body, but failed to completely straighten the person after several attempts. He caught a glimpse of his needle-pricking hand was swollen badly, so he had to put the needle first to signal the nurse to get the pain reliever When the medicine came, the nurse had simply told him Cheng Yue's medicine when he came here.Qiao Jiawen hated it a little bit, he was obviously a doctor who saved lives and healed the wounded all day long, but he had never seen anyone who tormented himself.

After receiving painkilling injections, Qiao Jiawen asked the nurse to pour a warm water bag for Cheng Yue Nuan, then found the acupuncture points on his hand and began to massage. After pressing for a while, Cheng Yue slowly stretched out his head buried in his arms, There was water all over the hair, and it fell drop by drop on the quilt, soaking a large area.

"Why are you bleeding again? You can still take such a large dose of antipyretics. Boss, who are you tossing?"

"Keep your voice down... Xiao Hao... fell asleep."

"Damn...Xiao Hao is a pig, he didn't realize it was so painful?"

Qiao Jiawen couldn't help swearing. Unexpectedly, Cheng Yue, whose weak face was incomplete and his eyes covered with mist, became sharp and dark in an instant. He immediately shut up and lowered his head to concentrate on helping Cheng Yue acupuncture points.

The next morning Xiao Hao woke up, turned his head to look at the sleeping Cheng Yue, felt a sense of relief, sat up and stretched, and saw that the clothes he hadn't had time to take off last night were already crumpled. Get up and get ready to wash.

When I came out, I found Qiao Jiawen lying on the sofa wearing a white coat and clothes, with a thin blanket covering his body.

Because of thinking about Cheng Yue's illness, Qiao Jiawen didn't sleep well. He opened his eyes when he heard the noise, and saw Xiao Hao staring at him with his fluffy hair in confusion. He looked at the hospital bed and didn't wake up Cheng Yue raised a finger at Xiao Hao who was about to speak, signaling him to go out.

"Why are you sleeping here?"

"Why do you sleep like a pig?"

"what happened?"

"Did you feel nothing last night?"

"I was busy all day yesterday, and I was a little tired. I fell asleep at some point."

"I don't know when I was bleeding again last night. I had a high fever in the middle of the night and used a large dose of antipyretics on my own initiative. The pain made me unable to straighten my body. I just fell asleep in the morning. I guess I fell asleep because of the pain. gone."

"Why didn't you wake me up?"

"How dare you? Even if I speak a little louder, I will stare at me several times."

Qiao Jiawen complained in a full tone, Xiao Hao was a little embarrassed, scratched his hair, and smiled apologetically at Qiao Jiawen.

Then it seemed to remember something.

"Why are you bleeding again?"

"Isn't this the right thing to ask you? You spend the longest time by his side every day."

"I was fine when I left yesterday. Lu Ziqian didn't see anything unusual when he left in the evening, it means that his appetite was a bit poor yesterday."

"Stomach disease is a heart disease, not to mention that he has suffered such a large loss this time, we cannot take it lightly."

"I'm not going to the company today."

"I waited for the nurse to come over to hang the water, and the fever flared up again when I just fell asleep. I dare not use the fever-reducing medicine again, so I can only cool down physically."

"understood."

"I'm waiting for another operation. If something happens, I'll call the nurse first. Wait for the bleeding to stop and have a gastroscopy."

Xiao Hao returned to the ward. Cheng Yue was exhausted after tossing the whole night yesterday. It was almost in the morning that the unbearable pain in his stomach gradually subsided and gradually returned to the range he could bear, and he passed out. Drowsily fell asleep.Even the voices of Xiao Hao and Qiao Jiawen talking outside could not wake him up who had always been a light sleeper.

Hearing Qiao Jiawen's words just now, Xiao Hao already blamed himself terribly, annoyed why he slept so deeply, and the sudden sense of powerlessness flooding his chest made Xiao Hao feel a little overwhelmed.

Slowly sitting in front of Cheng Yue's hospital bed, carefully looking at his sleepy face, haggard, his face returned to the previous paleness, and his brows that hadn't been wrinkled for a long time were tightly locked together.Xiao Hao knew that usually such an expression must be unconsciously revealed by him in extreme pain, he raised his hand and gently stroked his thick eyebrows, long eyelashes, and chapped lips with blood scabs.

Xiao Hao called the secretary and said that he would not go to the company today, and would send the materials over later for processing.

Then he called home to cook some porridge for the secretary to pick up. It has been a month since Liang Mujin delivered the food from home. Xiao Hao was grateful but at the same time a little awkward. After all, it was Cheng Yue who once loved Even though the two of them are already in harmony now, they don't know whether Cheng Yue's heart feels sad or uncomfortable.

With a little bit of calculation in mind, Xiao Hao patiently told his aunt on the phone that the taboos were the same as the ones he didn't like to eat, and he took the trouble to confirm it twice, and hung up the phone after half an hour. , but suddenly remembered that Cheng Yue liked to drink porridge that had been boiled for a little longer, so he called again and made a long-winded call.

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