Kuai Chuan: After I escaped from a terminal illness

When Yu Tang woke up, the surrounding light was dim and he couldn't see anything clearly.

His body was exhausted, his arms were sore and heavy, and his head was dizzy.

Yu Tang belatedly remembered what happened before, and also realized that he was not dead, so he stretched out his hand, wanting to touch his neck.

At this moment, a big warm hand gently took his hand and took it down.

Zhan Yi's deep voice sounded above his head, very gentle and patient: "Hey, it's hurt there, don't touch it."

The voice was all too familiar.

Yu Tang's hand froze for a moment.

It was this moment of daze that made Zhan Yi realize that Yu Tang had woken up!

Zhan Yi sat up abruptly, crushing his injured leg, his painful face turned pale.

Zhan Yi ignored the supervisor, "Don't move around, you're hurt."

Yu Tang's voice was still hoarse, and it hurt to hear it. He turned over and wanted to crawl under the bed: "Let go, let go..."

Zhan Yi didn't dare to let go, his voice trembled slightly: "Don't move around, I will listen to you, and I will follow you. I will ask the doctor...I will ask the doctor to come and see you."

Zhan Yi supported Yu Tang with one hand, resting his chin in one hand to prevent him from struggling and hurting himself, and reached for the phone with the other hand and pressed it twice.

Soon, the doctors all came, wanting to check Yu Tang's body.

Messy and hasty footsteps came from the dim space, exactly the same as the scene that night, Yu Tang suddenly put his hands on his head, trembling with fright, and said loudly: "Don't come here."

Because the throat was injured, this cry was very heart-piercing!

Zhan Yi was so uncomfortable that he even wanted to kill himself with a sword, trying to explain to him: "No, they are doctors, Xiao Tang, don't be afraid."

Yu Tang would never believe this man's words again.

Yu Tang's emotions became extremely agitated, he broke free from Zhan Yi, and scrambled to touch the glass shards with his hands on the ground.

Yu Tang's neck was still wrapped with gauze, and there were hematomas under it...

Zhan Yi naturally knew what he was looking for, and he was so distressed that he could hardly breathe, so he hurriedly waved for the doctors to go out first!

Zhan Yi carried Yu Tang back and kissed Yu Tang's hair: "I told them to go out, they have already gone out. Xiao Tang, don't scare me."

Yu Tang sobbed and shrank his body: "You go out too!"

"Okay, I'll go out, I'll go out right away, and I will listen to you whatever I say."

While talking, Zhan Yi hugged him tightly and patted his back lightly.

Yu Tang was weak and couldn't break free after being hugged by Zhan Yi.

The blood loss made him lethargic, because Yu Tang's strength was not strong enough to support him for too long.

Yu Tang's back was patted a few times, his eyelids sank, and he was about to fall asleep again leaning on Zhan Yi's shoulder.

Zhan Yi's heart was beating fast, he was nervous about the person on his shoulders, seeing him slowly closing his eyes, he let out a little breath of relief.

Zhan Yi waited for him to fall asleep before he dared to let the doctor in.

When Zhan Yi hugged him, the doctor came over and gently checked Xia Yutang's wound.

"Recovery is slow."

"But it's easy to say when the patient wakes up. While taking medicine, gradually supplement some nutrition, which is conducive to wound recovery."

"Although eating will be uncomfortable, you still have to eat a little. Remember to observe your body at any time. I will write you a recipe, and you can ask the chef to refer to it..."

Zhan Yi: "No need."

No one knows better than Zhan Yi what Yu Tang should eat, what he shouldn't eat, what he likes to eat and what he doesn't like to eat.

Zhan Yi carefully placed the sleeping Yu Tang on the bed, and slightly supported his head to one side to prevent him from pressing on the wound.

Zhan Yi called the nurse to come and watch, then picked up the crutch by the wall and walked into the kitchen with it.

Zhan Yi picked out herbs, washed rice, and cooked porridge.

When the porridge was almost done, Zhan Yi leaned over with a cane in one hand, bent down, and carefully picked out the longan one by one.