Serious warning to next door Husky neighbors

The noise in the corridor was getting louder and louder, the sound of smashing glass, the sound of insulting, the sound of doctors and nurses persuading to fight, all mixed together and it was hard to distinguish, the noise at noon made people's eardrums hurt.

The old man in the next bed poked his head out of the window, his legs were still hanging, and the calf cramp of the person watching the difficult movements.

"What's wrong?" Chen Nansong asked.

Zhou Qingyan sat back on the chair, "Parents and daughter, I don't know what's going on." He lowered his head and took an apple from the fruit basket, "Do you want to eat it? Peel one for you."

"Yeah." Chen Nansong also felt that it would be better not to watch the excitement, so he turned around and stared at the apple in Zhou Qingyan's hand.

"I'm drooling." Zhou Qingyan raised his eyes and smiled at him.

"Ah, really?" Chen Nansong laughed twice.

Before he could put down his smile, the door suddenly slammed, and something fell on it, causing several people to look up at the door together in fright.

"What's the situation." Chen Nansong stared at the door, "Is it locked? I'm afraid I'll rush in later, the door will almost be overwhelmed."

"I've locked it." Zhou Qingyan paused for two seconds, then continued to lower his head to peel the apple. After peeling the apple, he cut it into pieces and sent it to Chen Nansong's mouth.

"Thank you." Chen Nansong said inarticulately, chewing in his mouth.

Boom!

This time the door was really about to crash.

"Shameless thing! Don't fucking come into the house from now on!"

A man's roar rang out at the door, and just after the cursing was finished, a woman added angrily, "Get lost."

Chen Nansong didn't know who they wanted to get out of here. Anyway, the back of a girl's head was sticking to the glass at the door. Her hair was probably a bit messy. It felt like the back of her head was a lot bald.

"You have lost all the face of your ancestors." A man's voice.

The girl's head was knocked on it, and the crying and screaming mixed together, making people's hearts tremble.

"If it wasn't for murder and arson, there wouldn't be such a commotion." The old man next door added.

Chen Nansong was so uncomfortable that he could not help but frown when the screams reached his ears.

What crime can I commit?

The noise in the corridor continued for another 5 minutes, and the continuous insults reached my ears. Finally, a few people outside the door were pulled away by the security guards, and they continued to curse when they reached the elevator.

Chen Nansong didn't swallow the apple in his mouth, he was stunned for a long time before swallowing it.

This kind of insult and noise is both familiar and unfamiliar. It was familiar in the past few years, but it has been too long since I heard it in recent years.

Putting it on others is to watch the fun, and putting it on him is to recall memories. People in the same situation will always empathize with each other, not to mention that it was himself who was beaten and kicked by the gang before.

Chen Nansong chewed the apple bit by bit absent-mindedly.

After a while, the door was pushed open by the nurse.

"Chen Nansong?" The nurse glanced at him, and the hanging bottle in her hand was hanging on the side bracket.

"Eat after finishing this bottle, you can go out for some activities at night, and you can go out of the hospital after an examination tomorrow." The nurse was adjusting the needle.

"Hey? Nurse, what happened to the noise outside just now? It's scary." The uncle in the next bed turned to look at the nurse and asked.

The nurse poked a needle into Chen Nansong's blood vessel, "My daughter is pregnant, her boyfriend ran away, and my parents rushed over just after the abortion."

"This... shouldn't you beat her boyfriend, why beat your daughter?"

She adjusted the hanging bottle, turned her head to look at the uncle, "There are so many people in the world, there are everyone, and not everyone has a brain." She turned her head to look at Chen Nansong, "Okay, call me after beating. "

"Okay." Chen Nansong nodded.

"It's really scary, and the parents can do it." The uncle muttered a sentence before he turned to look at them, "Young man, you say yes."

Chen Nansong ignored him.

Zhou Qingyan looked at the uncle and replied, "He's sleepy."

"Okay, you guys rest, I'll sleep for a while too." The uncle just got up and turned around and fell asleep again.

The curtain between the beds was drawn, Zhou Qingyan reached out and touched Chen Nansong's head a few times, "What do you want to eat? Chen Bei said he burned the pot, and there is no food today."

"He didn't blow up my kitchen." Chen Nansong smiled, "I want to eat meat."

"Then let me take a look." Zhou Qingyan sat back on the sofa next to him, flipping through the takeaway on his phone, looking quite serious on his face.

There is a black and white dividing line on his neckline, which is not obvious. You can only see it if you look carefully. Chen Nansong put his finger on it and touched it back and forth, "It's so tanned."

"That's right, I haven't slowed down yet, the sunburn on my waist is more obvious, do you want to see it?" Zhou Qingyan looked at him nervously.

"Wait until I get out of the hospital, and read them all." Chen Nansong said without blushing.

Zhou Qingyan smiled, "Just chicken soup, you can't eat anything else."

"Okay." Chen Nansong said.

"Then I'll be busy first. There's still a class to finish tomorrow, so why don't you go to bed first?" Zhou Qingyan took out the computer from behind.

"Enough sleep, I'll just watch you, hey? By the way, I'll pay you back the surgery fee, and show your payment code." Chen Nansong looked at him with his mobile phone in his hand.

"You're serious." Zhou Qingyan looked at him and smiled.

"Of course." Chen Nansong turned the phone in his hand, "I can tell the difference between falling in love and getting married. Hurry up and don't smudge."

Seeing his stubborn look, Zhou Qingyan didn't say anything more, and Chen Nansong paid nothing for the surgery fee, hospitalization fee, and medicine fee.

The person on the bed said he wasn't sleepy anymore, but after a while he was about to close his eyes again. If it wasn't for the takeaway at the door, he would really be able to fall asleep.

It's true that he hasn't touched meat for a week, and that guy Chen Bei doesn't know what to think, he makes porridge for him every day, millet porridge, preserved egg porridge, red bean porridge every day, and he is always worrying about what he will do the next day.

Chen Nansong said that his mouth was broken, and he wanted meat and meat, but the guy seemed to have shields in his ears, so he didn't hear a bit.

Right now, he was staring at the chicken soup on the table, and just looking at it made him want to pick off the bones of the chicken.

When the chicken leg was biting into his mouth, he smiled very hopelessly, "Are you hungry? Would you like to have a bite?"

Zhou Qingyan held the vegetable porridge in his hand, "No, you can eat."

"It's getting late, don't stay with me, I'll go back tomorrow, just wait for me at home." Chen Nansong hadn't finished vomiting out the chicken bones in his mouth.

It was already dark, Zhou Qingyan closed the computer, "I'll come pick you up tomorrow."

"You and Chen Bei both have the same problem, automatically ignore my words." Chen Nansong wiped the corner of his mouth, "Then see you tomorrow, be careful on the way back."

"Yeah." Zhou Qingyan held the coat in his hand and bent over to kiss him.

"Farewell, I haven't brushed my teeth after eating." He shrank back a bit, leaning his cheek closer, "This way."

Zhou Qingyan held his face and kissed him, "Let's go."

In the evening, Chen Nansong returned to the ward after washing up. He took his mobile phone and wanted to send a message to Zhou Qingyan, but there were more than a dozen missed calls on the top, all of which were from Chen Bei.

"What's wrong with this kid?" Chen Nansong answered the phone half lying on the bed.

"What's wrong with you?" He had just finished speaking, and the voice on the other end of the phone was sobbing and dragging his half-dead tone.

"Brother Song, I, my dad was in a car accident!" Chen Bei's voice felt like he was about to cry.

"Which hospital are you in?" Chen Nansong jumped up from the bed, "How is it?"

"Still undergoing surgery." Chen Bei was dying of anxiety, panting heavily, "He's in the Affiliated Chinese Hospital."

"Do you want me to go there?" Chen Nansong glanced at his hospital gown.

"Why are you here? Let's talk about it after you leave the hospital tomorrow. I'll give you a call." Chen Bei said.

"Then I'll go there tomorrow after I'm discharged from the hospital." Chen Nansong sighed.

"Don't come!" Chen Bei yelled, "Your dad is going to visit my dad tomorrow, so don't come here, or you two will fight again, what if you get sick again?"

"Can you wish me a little better?" Chen Nansong said, "Let's talk about it tomorrow. Be careful yourself."

"Okay." Chen Bei replied and hung up the phone.

Chen Nansong frowned fiercely, whether to go to this hospital or not is a big question.

Uncle Chen has always been very kind to him, but if he met his father, he would probably start a fight.

Chen Nansong covered his head with the quilt, and threw his face into the pillow.

Think about tomorrow.

Even though he said so, he still didn't make up his mind the next morning. The nurse came to prepare him for discharge. Chen Nansong changed his clothes, and Zhou Qingyan sent him the coat.

He called Zhou Qingyan and said that something happened to Chen Bei, he would go over there and meet at home in the evening.

Hired a taxi at the door, "Never mind, let's talk about it when we meet." Chen Nansong rushed all the way to another hospital and bought flowers and fruit baskets at the door.

Uncle Chen's leg was broken, and the rest is not a big problem, but he can't speak for the time being.

The elevator went all the way to the inpatient department on the third floor.

Chen Nansong was at odds with the hospital. He had just been discharged from the hospital, and now he was visiting patients, so he was never idle all day long.

He looked up and found Ward 302, which was a single room with a lot of space.

As soon as Chen Nansong pushed the door, he saw a buttock lying on the edge of the bed. Chen Bei was bending over to twist the towel, and there was no response when the door opened. , "Brother Song, you are finally here!"

"Don't make it look like a funeral." Chen Nansong pulled the man off his body, "How is uncle?"

"It's okay, I can wake up in the afternoon." Chen Bei wiped his father's hands with a towel.

"You can leave soon, I just heard from my mother that your father and the others are coming soon." Chen Bei turned his head and said.

"Okay." Chen Nansong also didn't want to meet those two people, too much trouble is not a good thing.

The two of them hadn't spoken a few words, the chattering voices in the corridor were getting closer, the door was pushed open, and a middle-aged man and woman stood at the door, holding two bouquets of flowers in their hands.

Chen Nansong was obviously taken aback when he turned his head.

"Chen, Uncle Chen..." Chen Bei was terrified.

"Yeah." Chen Feng glanced at Chen Nansong without saying a word, then turned his head and walked to the hospital bed, "How is your father?"

"It's okay, but the leg is broken, and it will be fine after a few months of training." Chen Bei's loud voice is now talking like a cat meowing.

"Yeah." Chen Feng found a chair and sat down.

"Chen Bei, I'm leaving first." Chen Nansong turned his head and prepared to step out of the room.

"Stop!" Chen Feng roared.

The voice made Chen Bei's shoulders tremble in fright, and he looked at the person at the door in horror. He hoped that his father would wake up quickly, otherwise he really couldn't control the situation.

Chen Nansong stood at the door with his back facing him without saying a word, and after a long pause, he said, "What are you doing?"

The steps behind her were getting closer, Chen Feng said coldly, "Go back and get married."

Chen Nansong laughed, snorting and laughing, the ironic meaning was written in big characters floating in the air for people to see.

"Go back? Where are you going? It didn't kill me. I feel uncomfortable, right?" Chen Nansong turned around, and the two looked at each other.

"Don't challenge my patience."

"I won't go back, I have a partner." Chen Nansong hummed and laughed again, staring at the person in front of him, "Men."

"Snapped"

The slap was so frightening that Chen Bei couldn't hold back and let out a slap. Chen Nansong was slapped to the side, and the left side of his face was flushed and looked a little swollen.

The corner of Chen Nansong's mouth was bleeding, and a bloody smell gushed out from his mouth. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, raised his head and stared at him, with a provocative yet stubborn energy, "I won't go back."