Substitute unspoken rules

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Song Yi could protect his head with his hands, the glass shattered on the ground, a sense of dizziness hit the ground, the ground was soaked in blood, and the room was instantly filled with the smell of blood, no one knew who it was.

In a trance, Song Yi could hear the sound of someone kicking the door, the sound became smaller and smaller, and then could not be heard...

When he woke up again, he was already lying in the hospital.

The tip of his nose was filled with the smell of disinfectant, and Song Yike felt his head hurt badly. He closed his eyes and moved his fingers lightly, and the pain immediately spread to all his limbs.

After the pain in his head subsided a little, he tried to open his eyes, but his eyes were pitch black and he couldn't see anything.

Song Yike tried to blink his eyes, closed them and opened them again and again, but couldn't see any light.

He anxiously touched his face with his hand, and in a panic, he pulled the infusion tube tied to his hand. The pain from all over his body told him that this was not a dream.

The fear of darkness came to him bit by bit.

Song Yike fumbled around with trembling hands, and accidentally fell off the hospital bed heavily, making a muffled "dong" sound on the cold floor.

He didn't care about the pain from the fall and other wounds on his body, and wanted to get up from the ground, but after struggling several times, he didn't have the strength to get up.

Song Yi could hear anxious footsteps outside the door, so she stopped struggling and waited quietly for the footsteps to approach.

The visitor also smelled of the same disinfectant as the hospital, but there was a faint scent of sandalwood mixed in. Song Yike guessed that it should be a doctor in the hospital.

The man asked anxiously, "Are you all right, did you fall?"

"Did you drop your legs and waist?" Song Yike shook his head silently, tears streaming down the corners of his eyes.

After the man finished speaking, he bent down and picked up Song Yike from the ground, Song Yike pushed him in a panic.

"Don't move, be good!" The man's deep voice rang in his ears, and he quickly put Song Yike back on the bed, then covered him with the quilt again, and took a new needle to prick him.

Song Yike's head was knotted, he didn't want to touch anyone, and he didn't even bother to notice who the speaker was. He just vaguely felt it was very familiar, but he didn't want to free his head to think about it.

"How are you feeling, are you still dizzy?"

"Don't move around next time, if you have something to do, ring the bell, okay?" The man asked in a gentle voice, as if he was a very gentle doctor.

Song Yike shook his head in confusion when he heard the words, and tears welled up again.

Qi Siyan, who had been staring at him nervously, felt something strange, he stopped his hands, paused, and asked, "What's wrong?"

"You look miserable!"

Song Yi couldn't see how the person in front of him looked at him. He blinked and asked feebly, "Doctor, what's wrong with my eyes?"

"Can it be recovered? Why can't I see anything!" Song Yike held his last hope and asked the person in front of him for help. He hoped that this person could give him the answer he wanted.

However, the doctor in front of him seemed to be frightened by this question. He was even more nervous than Song Yike. He raised his voice several decibels and said, "Are you blind now?"

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Song Yike's answer, he stepped forward and lifted Song Yike's eyelids to check.

Song Yike stared at the front in confusion, and soon a layer of mist appeared in his eyes.

Qi Siyan checked it carefully, and quickly contacted the attending doctor.

Song Yi is not the patient he accepts.

It's just that when he was on duty, he met Xin Shangzhi who hurried out of the ward, so he walked in to have a look, but he didn't expect to meet Song Yike who accidentally rolled off the hospital bed.

Obviously, Song Yike didn't recognize him, he didn't know what mood he was in now.

Every time they met, it seemed that they were too unhappy, except for the time watching the fireworks, they were all in the hospital, either he was injured himself, or he was with someone who was injured......

After a few seconds of silence, Song Yike's voice was unreasonably hoarse, "Doctor, how long have I been in bed?"

"Is there any patient that came with me? How is he?"

Qi Siyan didn't answer his question, but chose to remain silent.

A few seconds later, Qi Siyan gently rubbed Song Yike's head, and said, "Don't be afraid, wait for me here for a while, I'll be back soon!"

Song Yike was startled by this intimate gesture, except for Xin Shangzhi, no one would touch his hair so presumptuously.

But now Xin Shangzhi is not here, but replaced by a strange doctor.

Qi Siyan moved his hand away and strode towards the door.

Song Yi can rely on his ears to sense whether people are walking away. Hearing the sound of footsteps walking away, he still couldn't help shouting: "Doctor..."

Qi Siyan stopped his hand that was about to open the door, when Song Yike said in an uneasy voice, "Can you make a call for me?"

"I can't find my phone..."

Qi Siyan reached out and touched the cell phone in his pocket, but instead of taking it out, he said:

"Are you looking for your...boyfriend?"

Qi Siyan was about to blurt out Xin Shangzhi's name, but he decided to replace these three words with boyfriend!

Song Yike did not expect the doctor to ask such a question, he was a little surprised, and soon after the surprise, he felt a sense of loss, and he responded softly: "En!"

Qi Siyan was not surprised, he should have guessed the relationship between the two when he saw the two holding hands in the hospital.

He didn't take out his mobile phone to help Song Yike call Xin Shangzhi, but said, "He's here!"

"Don't worry, wait here obediently, I'll call him, okay?"

Qi Siyan's answer shocked Song Yike again, but now he doesn't want to know why the doctor asks these messy personal questions, he desperately wants to see Xin Shangzhi now.

As soon as Qi Siyan closed the door, he bumped into Xin Shangzhi who was walking in a hurry.

Xin Shangzhi first cast an unkind look on his face, and then gave Qi Siyan a warning look.

Then he went straight to Song Yike's ward.

Less than a minute after Qi Siyan left, Song Yike heard the door opening and footsteps again.

He wasn't quite sure if the person who came was Xin Shangzhi, so he could barely suppress all his emotions, and stared at the place where the voice came from.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, until a sense of familiarity came over my face.

Xin Shangzhi controlled the desire to go forward and hug Song Yike, he was afraid of touching Song Yike's wound scratched by the glass.

He leaned over and kissed Song Yike's gauze-wrapped forehead lightly, then took a deep breath of the smell in his hair, and then said hoarsely:

"A Song..."

Song Yike reached out to find Xin Shangzhi's face by feeling, but what he touched was his neck.

At this moment, a strong sense of grief enveloped him again.

Such a beautiful person can only be touched now...