Perfect Two

Cheng Xirong also didn't accept the card.He looked at Uncle Tian's hand.He was really old, his skin was yellow and dry, and the wrinkles on his knuckles were clearly visible.When I met Uncle Tian for the first time, he was still in his prime, and his whole body, even his hair, could reveal his strength.

So much time has passed in the blink of an eye, and I don't know who stole the time in between.

Uncle Tian stretched forward again, and continued: "I used to sigh with Cheng Xirong that if I had a son, I would be around the same age as him. Looking at you now, I feel that if I have a son, Maybe my grandson should be as old as you."

Cheng Xirong shook his head and rejected the card: "I am not your grandson."

Uncle Tian laughed: "It's hard to say. I didn't treat you as a grandson, and I said it too. I just want to have a sustenance to satisfy my own selfish desires."

Cheng Xirong didn't speak, but looked up at Uncle Tian, ​​his eyes never blinking.

Uncle Tian paused, put the card on the bed sheet, closed his eyelids, and said in a low voice, "Cheng Xirong's accident could have been avoided. Well, he won't either..."

Cheng Xirong was stunned.

How could this involve Uncle Tian! ?Wasn't that arranged by Feng Yi?If Feng Yi wants to do this kind of thing, he will definitely not tell others!Even Manman and Cheng Xirong believed that she didn't know about it, and Feng Yi didn't pass her through.

Uncle Tian knows?

How could Uncle Tian know?Where did you know that?Why didn't I have time?

Feng Yi has been on the set.Was he the one who contacted Uncle Tian?What did he tell Uncle Tian?

Cheng Xirong grabbed the oxygen mask, his fingers convulsed, and the mask fell off.He swallowed, reached over, and squeezed the tube tightly.Uncle Tian supported him and continued.

"I am also a person who put half a foot into the coffin, but I can't let go of this matter. I can't close my eyes until I die. I can't blame me for Cheng Xirong's death, but I had a chance to save him. I am guilty. !Little Nanlu, take it as kindness and give my old man a chance! Give me a chance to redeem myself!"

Cheng Xirong put the oxygen mask on his face, unable to say anything.

At this pace, the illness will take some time to heal.Everyone had to come to mend a knife and stab it hard in the heart. When it was pulled out, it was dripping with blood, and the sticky blood stained the clothes, leaving countless marks.

No decision can be made on either one.Can't solve it, stuck in mid-air.

Cheng Xirong was so dizzy from the fever that when he got up to go to the toilet in the middle of the night, he leaned on the wall and moved over by himself. After finishing the treatment, he sat on the toilet cover to rest, and then couldn't stand up again.He took his mobile phone from his coat pocket and called Fu Zhou.

There is no way, there is really no way.Otherwise, I will stay here for a long time.I am already very tired, will something happen if I sit down?I don't know, so, for my own benefit, I must contact Fu Zhou.

That's a good reason.Cheng Xirong himself believed it, so that the moment Fu Zhou connected the phone, he opened his mouth and said, "Help me..."

Fu Zhou appeared 3 minutes later.The door of the ward was almost knocked open. Fu Zhou gasped heavily, his chest heaving violently, squatting directly in front of Cheng Xirong, holding his shoulders and looking up and down: "What's wrong? What's wrong?"

Cheng Xirong lost his strength and went limp along his hand, relying on Fu Zhou's support.Fu Zhou hugged his back shoulders, only to hear him murmur in a low voice: "I'm so tired..."

Fu Zhou carried him out, put him on the bed, and wanted to ring the bell.Cheng Xirong pressed his wrist and shook his head: "It's okay." Fu Zhou didn't believe it, so he still called the nurse.After some examinations, the nurse took Cheng Xirong's temperature again. It was a little hotter than during the day, and fatigue is normal.

The old man in the next bed squinted his eyes and looked at this side, sighed, and sighed, "Young people today can't see each other during the day", then turned over and went to sleep.

Cheng Xirong told Fu Zhou to lie down in whatever way he asked Fu Zhou to do.It was Fu Zhou who helped him take off his shoes and flattened the clothes under his body without leaving a crease before covering him with a thin sheet.

After doing this, Fu Zhou froze by the bed, looking at a loss, not knowing what to do next.Cheng Xirong stared at the ceiling, and Fu Zhou asked him, "Should I still roll?"

Cheng Xirong: "...Fu Zhou."

"Ok?"

"I found out that you have a quality."

Fu Zhou moved forward.

Cheng Xirong let out a breath: "Tell me, why are you so embarrassing to others?"

Fu Zhou thought for a while, and asked seriously: "Is that for use or not?"

Cheng Xirong simply closed his eyes, unable to sleep and did not want to talk to him.The nurse came back again and was about to give Cheng Xirong an injection. She held up the syringe and said, "Asleep? Then turn him over and help take off his pants."

Fu Zhou: "..."

Nurse: "What are you in a daze for? Antipyretics, his fever has come up now, a little high. Wait...was it you yesterday? You were the one who took him out, right?"

Fu Zhou immediately turned around, lifted the thin sheet on Cheng Xirong's body, and helped him to lie on his side.

The nurse was not so easy to fool. She grabbed his shoulder and leaned over to look at him: "It's you! Didn't you say you can't come again? Hurry up and hurry up! Didn't you bother you enough yesterday?"

Fu Zhou suppressed a paralyzed face: "Not today."

"Yo! You—"

Fu Zhou hurriedly changed his words: "It won't happen in the future. Hurry up and get an injection, he has a fever and is so cold."

Only then did the nurse turn her attention back: "You knew earlier that you felt sorry for someone, and you didn't come out like that yesterday! How do you think you got infected? Didn't you just breathe in the cool wind in the middle of the night? Take it easy and take off his pants."

Fu Zhou remained silent, neither explaining nor apologizing.It's just that it's a bit difficult to hit Cheng Xirong's thin back.

The nurse got a little impatient, and urged from behind: "What are you doing? Hurry up, hold his hand, the needle hurts a little, and he will move around."

Fu Zhou turned around and asked, "Troubleshooting?"

The nurse looked helpless: "Your brother is so delicate, don't you know? Last time my colleague gave him an injection, he scratched the back of his hand with one paw! Tell me, you are so tired after sitting for a while, how can you grab him?" , so much energy!"

The corners of Fu Zhou's eyes twitched, and he leaned over to Cheng Xirong's ear and whispered, "Don't move around."

After finishing speaking, he pushed down Cheng Xirong's pajama pants a little, exposing his lower back.

Nurse: "Go further down. It's all nerves up to the waist."

Fu Zhou licked his lips, then moved down a little.The nurse was still dissatisfied, Fu Zhou's heart swelled, and he pulled down a lot.The elasticated trousers were easy to take off, and half of Cheng Xirong's buttocks were exposed.

The first feeling is that it is very white.It was too white, so the bruises left by the previous injections were particularly obvious. The traces teased the eyes and made people feel a little throbbing.

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