Serious warning to next door Husky neighbors

The impact of reporting this incident is not that big, it's like giving Zhou Qingyan a holiday, but in terms of impact, there must be some.The school leaders collectively talked about this matter in a meeting, and the teachers in the office chased after them to ask, which disturbed Zhou Qingyan with a headache.

Chen Nansong was quite happy, he was tired of being with him all day long, and even when he was about to go to the toilet, he asked him to help carry it.

People in their twenties are like a child, Zhou Qingyan has to guard the door when he enters the bathroom.

"Let me tell you a story." Chen Nansong squatted at the door.

"I...go to the toilet, I don't need a story." Zhou Qingyan was speechless after being tormented by him these days.

"Today I will tell you about rabbits and..."

"Shut up!" Zhou Qingyan yelled, and finally sighed, "Talk tonight."

"Okay!" Chen Nansong finally left from the door, and shouted in the living room, "I took the cat for a walk!"

"Okay." Zhou Qingyan replied in a low voice and helplessly.

When Uncle Chen came back from his walk, Uncle Zhou's meal was ready.

"You said, can you stop going to work and rest for a few more days?" Chen Nansong looked up at him with a rape leaf in his mouth.

"If we stay any longer, we will both go crazy sooner or later." Zhou Qingyan said.

Chen Nansong was unhappy, and put down his chopsticks, "You think I'm annoying, don't you?"

"Ah?" Zhou Qingyan froze for a moment, then smiled, "We stick together every day, I'm afraid I won't be able to bear to go out if we stay any longer."

"Tsk." Chen Nansong picked up the chopsticks again, "It's so far away from being angry." He compared his little finger to the distance of a fingernail.

"I've never seen you so clingy before." Zhou Qingyan said.

Chen Nansong didn't speak for a long time, "It's just like this when I'm familiar."

Zhou Qingyan rubbed his head a few times, holding the bowl in his hand, "I'm going to the pool, do you want to come?" He stretched out his arms.

Chen Nansong almost kicked the bowl when he jumped on him.

In the evening, Dr. Liang sent a message, saying that he had changed the address of the consultation room and asked Chen Nansong to go there when he was free.

Zhou Qingyan left after work the next day, Chen Nansong finished feeding the cat in the morning, and went out to take a taxi at the door.

"New urban area." The driver glanced at the address, "It's quite out of the way."

Can you not be biased, with Dr. Liang's little money, it is not bad to buy one that is not on the market.

The door is still the green earthy signboard, the house is in an alley, and there are quite a lot of neighbors around.

When Chen Nansong entered, Dr. Liang was still eating, and the whole room smelled of spicy hot pot.

"Are you interested in your neighbor's money? Move to this ... crowded place." Chen Nansong thought for a long time and didn't know how to describe it.

"Neighbors and neighbors, you can really earn some extra money by consulting occasionally." Dr. Liang put down his lunch box, "Tsk, look at your mental state, how is your relationship going?"

"Very good." Chen Nansong sat on the swivel chair and lowered his head to grab the thorns on the cactus.

Dr. Liang patted his hand, "Hey! Just a few, don't let me pull them out." He took a sip of the soup, "It seems that you don't need to receive treatment."

"I hope." Chen Nansong changed his posture, "By the way, I've made up my mind. I'm going to study psychology."

"Going abroad?" Dr. Liang wiped his mouth, "Or domestic? Are you dating?"

"Domestic." Chen Nansong held the pen in his hand, "I can't go by myself."

"Good boy, it's fine." Dr. Liang leaned back a little, "You can come to me if you don't understand anything. After all, I have contributed a lot of money in the past few years, so it will be used as tuition fees."

"You're so kind." Chen Nansong rolled his eyes at him, "Are you reliable?"

"Reliable." Dr. Liang patted his thigh, "I got a new sandbag in the room next door, why don't you go and have a look?"

"Of course I saw it." Chen Nan loosened the door next door, the space is not big, but everything is still there, and the three sandbags in the middle are neatly patted, "I'll fight for a while, you can continue to eat."

"The soup is cold, what else can I eat?" Dr. Liang closed the door.

Chen Nansong played alone in the room all afternoon, this time he was not angry, but purely happy.

His life seemed to be slowly returning to the right track, not only on the right track, but also an ordinary and happy life that he didn't even dare to think about.He was laughing every time he hit the punching bag.

At seven o'clock in the afternoon, he opened the door to say hello to Dr. Liang.

"Have you eaten?" Dr. Liang asked him.

Chen Nansong rubbed his stomach, "I seem to be hungry, let's go."

"Beef tripe noodles at the door, newly opened." Dr. Liang took off his coat, took off the cotton coat from the hanger at the door, "I'm not sweating, are you afraid of catching a cold?"

"No." Chen Nansong wiped his head, and put on the hood of the sweater casually.

The door was pushed open, and the person who was blowing in the cold gasped, "Is that the one with the blue brand?"

"Yes, that's the one." Dr. Liang pointed to a small shop opposite. The sign at the door was covered with heavy snow, and the words could not be read clearly.

Chen Nansong had just crossed the road when his cell phone rang.

Unfamiliar number.

"Hello, hello." Chen Nansong pushed open the door of the small shop, staring at the menu on the wall, wondering what noodles to eat.

"Mr. Chen, right?" The voice of a strange middle-aged man was heard over there. The surrounding environment was too chaotic, and there seemed to be the faint sound of an ambulance.

Chen Nansong was inexplicably nervous, "Yes, what's wrong?"

"Do you know Zhou Qingyan? He was in a car accident..."

Chen Nansong didn't hear the following words clearly, his head went blank for a moment, his ears buzzed, and his heart really missed a beat at that moment.

Usually when watching TV dramas, the main character would get dizzy every time something happened, Chen Nansong thought it was too fake.

too exaggerated.

When it happened to him, he really shook his body.

"Where is it!" Chen Nansong's voice was trembling.

When the store door was pushed open suddenly, the glass clicked, the boss scolded him from behind, and Chen Nansong bumped into Dr. Liang with his shoulder.

"Why are you going?" Dr. Liang was knocked back a few steps.

Chen Nansong ignored him, ran out madly and stopped cars on the side of the road, and stopped several cars without stopping. He was about to stand in the middle of the road, and Dr. Liang yelled for a long time beside him.

"Is there a car?" Chen Nansong was so anxious that he couldn't even stop a car.

"Yes!" Dr. Liang trotted to the opposite side of the road and started a black car next to him, and then threw the key over, "You can do it yourself..."

Chen Nansong had already gotten into the car and kicked the accelerator and flew out.

The snow on the road was still a little slippery, and he couldn't go any faster. He ran like a lunatic on the road, rushing towards the city hospital while pressing the maximum speed limit.

At the traffic lights, he tapped his hands on the steering wheel a few times, "You must be safe." He kept muttering in a low voice.

He didn't know how Zhou Qingyan felt about him, but Chen Nansong knew that this person took up the bulk of his messy life, and it would be empty if he took it off.

Chen Bei's father only injured his leg in a car accident. He hoped that Zhou Qingyan would also be lucky, and it would be fine to take his little luck.

When I checked my name in the hospital, the doctor said that I was in the operating room.

"Is it serious? Where is the injury?" Chen Nansong dragged the nurse at the door and did not let go.

"The left hand is not broken, and the lungs and chest are seriously damaged." The nurse continued after a pause, "The current situation is not very good, but the operation is not over yet, so no one can say for sure."

Chen Nansong didn't speak, and the nurse left after finishing speaking. He was the only one at the door of the operating room, and a doctor passed by occasionally, and the air was quiet for a long time.

- beep

The phone rang, and his hands shook, and it took him a long time to pick it up.

"Nan Song? I'm on my way, how is Qing Yan?" Zhou Xin's phone call made her go crazy.

Chen Nansong tried his best to control his voice, "It's still in operation."

The operation was not over when Zhou Xin came.

Chen Nansong sat on the chair outside for an unknown amount of time, staring down at the floor, and the operating light didn't go out until after nine o'clock in the evening.

When the person was pushed to the ward, Chen Nansong stood up abruptly, and his eyes were dark for a moment.

Zhou Qingyan was pushed to the intensive care unit, and he could only look at people through the glass for the time being. There were countless tubes inserted into his body, and there were braces on his arms.

The doctor said that his life was saved, but it is not sure whether there will be any sequelae in the follow-up. This time he injured his lungs and it is not easy to raise.

The current situation is a dangerous period, and the first four days have to survive before opening eyes.

"What happened to the accident?" Zhou Xin turned to him and asked.

"Accident, the truck hit it when it was turning." Chen Nansong stood in the corridor and looked into the ward, "Sister, you go back, I will call you when I wake up."

"I'll come over at noon tomorrow, so don't be tired." Zhou Xin stayed there for another hour before leaving.

It was useless for Chen Nansong to stay. Looking at the person on the bed, he was worried again. He couldn't bear it until the early morning, so he took a taxi and went home first.He didn't bring anything to the hospital, so he had to go back and get ready.Before the front foot stepped into the door, a phone call came, and it was still a strange call.

The results of the handling of the traffic accident came out. The driver is not a local, and the car does not even belong to him.

After Chen Nansong asked about the license plate, he always felt strangely flustered.

I was thinking of packing up two pieces of clothes, but Zhou Qingyan didn't need to change clothes at all with his appearance, so turning around would be a gift.

He squatted in front of Zhou Qingyan's closet and watched, his head followed the smell of lemon, and finally smelled it with a blue shirt on his face, which was the same one when the two met for the first time.In the end, he stuffed a piece of clothing, not for Zhou Qingyan, but for himself.

It was dawn outside when Chen Nansong finished his bath, and he was nestling in the living room with his wet hair.

In the end, I called my friend. He felt that the car was really strange.

Finding the owner of the car was not an easy task. Chen Nansong reluctantly agreed to help after searching for a long time.

The ward can visit at six o'clock in the afternoon, and Chen Nansong went to wait in front of the hospital ward at five o'clock.

The doctor said that Zhou Qingyan's condition is still stable, but he is not conscious, and he still can't make money for the time being.It is impossible for Chen Nansong to keep an eye on people and take care of them. Yesterday afternoon, he contacted the nurses to help take care of them for a few days.

At six o'clock, Chen Nansong went in wearing a sterile suit, moved a chair and sat beside the bed, Zhou Qingyan had just pulled out the needle, and the back of his hand was still red.

He didn't dare to touch it for fear of breaking it, but he felt itchy, so he hooked two fingers and put them in the palm of his hand. In less than two days, Zhou Qingyan looked a little thinner, and the contours of the bridge of his nose and cheeks changed. deeper.

"I've been begging for help all my life as a joke, but this time I beg you well." Chen Nansong said in a low voice, "I beg you to be well in the future."