withered lover

After the police car escorting Shen Lu drove away, Jiang Run helped Shen Guiwan into the car, and told the deputy sitting in the driver's seat the name of a hospital.

The deputy who just called up the navigation of the nearby hospital was slightly startled, "Aren't you going to the nearest hospital?"

"Go there." Jiang Run paused, then looked at Shen Guiwan again.

Shen Guiwan wrapped his coat and curled up in the corner of the back row, felt Jiang Run's gaze, and nodded slowly.

He huddled in a large coat, his face was as pale as paper, his chest and calf were covered with blood, and the smell of blood wafted in the confined space.

The deputy didn't understand why Shen Guiwan was so seriously injured and why he insisted on going to that hospital, but Shen Guiwan's calf was still bleeding, and the smell of blood in the car was getting stronger and stronger, the situation was so dangerous that he couldn't allow him to think about it.

He turned on the siren and slammed on the accelerator, and the black car sped towards the hospital.

The deputy drove the car very fast, and overtook the car continuously on the elevated road. Jiang Run turned the jade ring in his hand, looking solemnly at Shen Guiwan who was curled up beside him.

Shen Guiwan hunched over and leaned against the armrest under the car window, with his hands hidden under his coat, he pressed hard on his cramped stomach.

The discomfort gushing out along with the blood was brewing in his stomach again, the throat pinched by Shen Lu was burning hot, and every breath he exhaled had a fishy-sweet rusty smell.

The body temperature seemed to flow away along with the blood oozing from the wound on the calf, the cold and tiredness slowly eroded Shen Guiwan's consciousness, and the previously tense spirit completely fell into a slump.

He couldn't hear the wind and siren whizzing by outside the window, and the noise of the wheels rolling over the asphalt road disappeared, and the only sound in his eardrum was his own heartbeat.

The air conditioner was turned on in the car, and the dry wind blew through the nostrils, Shen Guiwan arched his body so uncomfortable that he let out a suppressed cough.

The chest cavity and lungs ached from the shock, and the needle-like pain made him almost out of breath. The cold sweat from his body wet his clothes and wiped away the half-dried blood stains on his chest. Moist viscous liquid.

Will he die?If Du Zhinian saw that he was injured all over, would he be angry again?

Messy thoughts were entangled in Shen Guiwan's chaotic brain, and they became an indistinct thread. His headache was splitting, and a corner of his clothes faintly vibrated again.

"The phone is ringing." Jiang Run reminded softly.

Shen Guiwan opened his eyes, and struggled to pull out the phone from the pocket of his clothes. The surface of the phone was a little wet, but the screen didn't crack like last time.

He pressed the answer button, and before he could put the phone to his ear, Du Zhinian's panicked and anxious voice came over: "Where are you now!"

Counting the time, Du Zhinian should have just finished the operation, and he called immediately after seeing the message he sent.

Shen Guiwan opened his mouth, his throat was so dry that he couldn't make a sound.

He took away the phone, covered his head with his coat, hid underneath and cleared his throat before picking up the phone again: "...in the car, going to the hospital."

Du Zhinian on the other end of the phone heard his intermittent voice, and asked repeatedly: "What's wrong with your voice? Did Shen Lu hit you again? Did you get hurt somewhere?"

No matter how Shen Guiwan tried to hide it, the sound from his injured throat still couldn't hide his flaws, and Du Zhinian knew he was injured again as soon as he heard it.

"Wan Wan? What's wrong with you? Or is your stomach hurting again?"

Shen Guiwan quietly listened to Du Zhinian's questioning voice, and let go of the hand that had been covering his stomach.

The pain accompanied by the cold was suddenly relieved when he heard Du Zhinian's voice, his stomach didn't hurt so much, and his consciousness was slowly returning.

"Du Zhinian."

Shen Guiwan hoarsely called Du Zhinian's name, and blinked slowly after getting a response.

He smiled and asked, "Can you pick me up at the hospital gate?"

"I miss you so much."

Du Zhinian had just finished the operation, and after calling Shen Guiwan, he didn't even have time to change his clothes, so he rushed to the gate in his surgical gown to wait for him.

When the car drove to the hospital, Shen Guiwan's clothes were drenched in cold sweat, and his whole body was wet, as if he had been fished out of the water.

He was in so much pain that he couldn't stand up, so Jiang Run and his deputy had to hold his arm and help him get out of the car.

Du Zhinian had imagined how Shen Guiwan would be brought here, but when he saw Shen Guiwan being helped out of the car with his own eyes, he couldn't hold back his expression at all, and cried out: "Wanwan!"

Shen Guiwan heard Du Zhinian's panicked cry, opened his heavy eyelids and took a look, and completely lost consciousness at the moment Du Zhinian flew towards him.

A large piece of dazzling scarlet burned into Du Zhinian's eyes, his mind went blank, but his body reflexively caught Shen Guiwan, and hugged his unconscious lover.

Holding the cold Shen Guiwan in his arms, he ignored everything around him and rushed straight into the emergency room.

The doctors and nurses in the emergency room saw Du Zhinian rushing in holding Shen Guiwan, who was covered in blood, they were stunned for a moment and quickly reacted, took Shen Guiwan from Du Zhinian and started to rescue him.

The blood on Shen Guiwan's chest was soaked with sweat and then fainted again. His clothes were covered with mottled blood, and he looked like he was seriously injured. The nurse unbuttoned him, revealing his neck and scar covered with green and red finger marks Mottled chest.

After the initial panic, Du Zhinian looked at Shen Guiwan's blood-stained but not torn skin, quickly calmed down and made an inference: "It should be acute gastric bleeding caused by external force, contact the gastroenterology doctor for surgery .”

The doctors and nurses in the emergency room were busy with Shen Guiwan's injury. Du Zhinian stood beside the hospital bed with arms folded and watched the nurse rescue Shen Guiwan, his bloodless fingertips kept trembling.

Shen Guiwan is very patient, no matter how painful his body is, he will not cry, but he also hates being injured, and he would be angry with himself for a long time if he was accidentally injured.

He won't hurt his body, it's all Shen Lu's fault.

Shen Guiwan was quickly pushed into the operating room.

Du Zhinian did not follow up, but sat on the bench outside the operating room and waited.

He has undergone countless operations, seen countless family members waiting anxiously outside the operating room, said countless postoperative precautions, and made countless heavy death announcements, but this was the first time he sat waiting outside the operating room.

The long and tormented waiting tormented his nerves like a blunt knife cutting through flesh, and the hand that had only held the scalpel firmly half an hour ago was trembling so weakly.

There was a burst of staggered footsteps in the corridor outside the operating room, Jiang Run and his deputy rushed over and looked at him silently.

Du Zhinian raised his head and asked hoarsely, "What's going on?"

Jiang Run stroked the jade ring on his hand, and said in a low voice, "Shen Lu beat him. When we arrived, he was pressed to the ground by Shen Lu and almost suffocated."

"People are under control now."

Jiang Run now understands why Shen Guiwan asked him to be a witness, but the price he paid was too heavy.

They arrived one step late, Shen Lu was already under control, but Shen Guiwan was still injured.

Du Zhinian closed his eyes, rubbed his face vigorously, and said in a slightly trembling voice, "I see, I'll wait for Wanwan to finish the operation first, and then talk about other things."

He looked at Jiang Run, "Thank you."

Jiang Run had other things to do, so before Shen Guiwan came out of the operating room, he left with his assistant.

Du Zhinian had been sitting outside the door, he didn't know how long he had been waiting, the door of the operating room opened once, but it wasn't the doctor who performed the operation on Shen Guiwan who came out.

He sat on the bench blankly, looked at the red light on the door, and remembered Shen Guiwan's stomach discomfort some time ago.

Shen Guiwan was always ill intermittently, and now he was beaten up by Shen Lu until he vomited blood, his already fragile stomach didn't know what would become of it.

Du Zhinian was suddenly very afraid of seeing a doctor, afraid of hearing the news that Shen Guiwan was seriously ill.

He didn't know how long Shen Guiwan endured on the road, and he didn't dare to think about it.

Du Zhinian had experienced stomach pain and knew how difficult it was, not to mention Shen Guiwan was suffering from the pain of bleeding after being hit hard.

But Shen Guiwan still said on the phone that he wanted to see himself.

He was so uncomfortable that he was so hurt that he couldn't speak clearly and had to act like a baby to himself over the phone.

Du Zhinian leaned against the wall of the hospital, his trembling hands were tightly clasped together, the door of the operating room in front of him suddenly opened, and the gastroenterologist who performed the operation on Shen Guiwan came out.

"How is the operation? Is it going well?" Du Zhinian suddenly got up and asked nervously.

The doctor took off his mask and asked Du Zhinian, "Does he often have abdominal distension and nausea recently?"

"Morning and evening meetings." Du Zhinian's heart was lifted suddenly, "What's wrong! What did you find out?"

The doctor glanced at him strangely, "There were two polyps less than one centimeter long in the stomach, and they were removed during the operation."

"The acute gastric bleeding caused by external force is not serious, but he needs to take good care of him for a period of time after the operation. He is a bit malnourished."

He let out a long sigh with a headache, "Now I can send him back to the ward after the wound on the calf is finished."

The series of results seemed to be all right, but Du Zhinian didn't dare to rest assured, and asked again: "Is it really all right?"

He was frightened by Shen Guiwan's body covered in blood, afraid that he might have missed what he had heard or the doctor might have misinterpreted it.

"You're a doctor, don't you understand?" The doctor was annoyed by Du Zhinian's question, and immediately complained at the door of the operating room.

"Knowing that he's not feeling well, I didn't bring him for a check-up earlier. If you're really worried, just watch him eat well, and come to the hospital for regular check-ups. Don't bother!"

"He's still young and resistant, if he's your age, he might not be able to hold on!"

He didn't give Du Zhinian any face at all, and Du Zhinian was blushed by the training.

It is said that a man stands at 30, and he is despised like this before he is [-]. Will he go straight to the earth when he is [-]?

But this is the senior and teacher who brought him during the internship, and he just finished the operation on Shen Guiwan. Du Zhinian, who was scolded as a family member, didn't dare to speak loudly to him, so he could only keep his head down and keep saying "I know, I know." ".

Du Zhinian finally felt relieved after being trained by the doctor.

After the operation, Shen Guiwan was sent to the ward.

Du Zhinian helped him complete the hospitalization procedures, changed his clothes in the office, and rushed to the ward to accompany him.

Shen Guiwan had just finished the operation, and the anesthesia had not completely worn off. When Du Zhinian came in, he was still sleeping quietly on the bed.

His right hand was receiving an infusion, the wounds on his calf and neck were properly treated, the blood stains on his body were wiped clean, and the faint smell of blood was also covered by the smell of hydrogen peroxide.

Du Zhinian sat beside the hospital bed, carefully hooked the fingers of his left hand, and asked softly, "Wan Wan, does the wound hurt?"

Shen Guiwan slept deeply, could not hear Du Zhinian's voice, and could not answer his questions.

Du Zhinian looked at Shen Guiwan who was unconscious in his sleep, sour moisture appeared in his red eyes.

His lover is too fragile, like a fragile piece of beautiful porcelain, so fragile that it could be injured at any time, and if he doesn't pay attention, he will quietly disappear from his world.

"Just tell me if it hurts, okay?"

Du Zhinian leaned against Shen Guiwan's hand, rubbing against the cold back of his hand, his black hair wrapped around his pale fingers affectionately.