Kuai Chuan: After I escaped from a terminal illness

The sleepiness in those eyes no longer existed, replaced by clarity, and the light-colored pupils stared at the ceiling for a while, as if thinking about something.

Yu Tang nodded slightly, frowning and looking at the retainer in his hand.

Not to say.

No big problem?

Yu Tang admitted that he just put his hand on Sheng Hao's side waist just to test it out.

Because in the past two days, Sheng Hao was too nervous about his hands.

That kind of carefulness is not at all like Sheng Hao's usual rough nerves.

Can……

Maybe it's just a coincidence?

Yu Tang pursed his lower lip lightly, his eyes swept across the corner of the room intentionally or unintentionally.

Yesterday Yu Tang wanted to get out of bed by himself, but Sheng Hao rushed in to hug him. Yu Tang knew that there must be a monitor installed here.

Is it a coincidence.

Just try it and find out.

Yu Tang closed his eyes again.

The night in the manor was very quiet, there was rustling wind outside the house, Sheng Hao rubbed his eyes and sneezed again.

Sheng Hao rubbed his red nose, and attributed all the sneezing tonight to Yu Tang thinking about himself, during the day and at night, maybe even in his dreams right now!

Sheng Hao felt extremely happy when he thought about it. He sat in front of the piano, took out his mobile phone and turned on the monitoring in the room.

The room was dark, but the night vision camera was very clear. His little brother was still sleeping soundly in the same position as before, with his hands hanging obediently by his side, and was wrapped around the bed by the retainer.

Sheng Hao didn't want to stick this retainer.

But he was still worried.

Sheng Hao went to Jiang Qi, and wanted to ask him if he had any experts in treating tendon nerves.

At this moment, Sheng Hao awakened, Yu Tang left the game, the memory of the remaining three npcs had been refreshed, and new players entered.

Jiang Qi's setting has also changed. Now he is not a psychologist, but a researcher in the field of aviation.

Sheng Hao cursed and left, and went to look for Fu Hechang again.

A capitalist is a capitalist, and Fu Hechang agreed to Sheng Hao and helped him find a lot of teams.

The doctors said that although the level of playing is still not restored, they will try their best to make their hands flexible, and it is no problem to play ordinary short notes.

and commanded.

Before starting the treatment, it must be carefully protected so that it cannot be injured again.

So Sheng Hao took a risk and took out the retainer secretly for Yu Tang to use.

Sheng Hao stared at Yu Tang's sleeping face on the monitor, and regret flooded his heart again. His little brother was so kind to him, but he ruined his most precious hands.

He must be well compensated for the rest of his life.

Make it up to his little brother.

Sheng Hao choked up for a while, and was about to put the monitor aside.

But just as he was about to put it down, the person on the screen frowned as if he had experienced some kind of nightmare.

Sheng Hao was already nervous, but now his heart was even more turbulent.

Yu Tang struggled with his hand in the dream, and found that it was fixed, fear came to his heart again, and he cried in a panic, still begging for mercy.

Sheng Hao stumbled up and ran up, opened the door, and unfastened the retainer with a snap.

His heartbeat had reached the point where it was unbearable, and he hugged Yu Tang tremblingly.

In the past at this time, Sheng Hao would casually wipe the cold sweat from Yu Tang's forehead.

But this time he didn't.

While hugging him tightly, Sheng Hao kicked the retainer beside the bed to the bottom of the bed so that Yu Tang could not see it, and then carefully held his upper arm: "Brother, don't cry, I didn't tie you up, you can see that your hands can moveable."

Sheng Hao didn't dare to make too much of a move, he carefully shook his arm, and tried to smile: "It's okay, it's okay, look, don't be afraid..."

Yu Tang knew Sheng Hao too well.

So much so that Yu Tang couldn't continue to lie to himself.

There must be something wrong with his hand.

Yu Tang opened his eyes, tears just fell down, and the tone of his voice couldn't hide his sadness: "Xiaohao..."

Sheng Hao lowered his head, meeting Yu Tang's sad eyes.

Yu Tang's voice was already trembling, but he was still trying to stay calm: "Xiao Hao, I know there must be something wrong. If you need to cooperate with the treatment, just... put on the retainer for me."

"If you wear it, there is hope, right Xiaohao?"

Seeing Yu Tang's cautious probing, Sheng Hao's heart was pulled hard.

Sheng Hao couldn't stand the flood of discomfort, so he knelt down beside the bed with a plop, and cried helplessly: "Brother, I was wrong! Why am I such a bastard, why did I use that kind of thing to tie your hands?" !"

The manor was silent, and Sheng Hao's mournful cry sounded.

Yu Tang froze there, looked at Sheng Hao, and probably knew the answer.

The people Sheng Hao cried were all dizzy, they stumbled and picked up the retainer.

Sheng Hao gripped his heart to fix Yu Tang's hands, and wept loudly: "They said that it can't be cured, and I can't play after it's cured. Brother, cut off my hand, I'm sorry..."