Why Don't You Coax Me?

Counting the days, Ran Shu couldn't help feeling depressed.

In the end, he climbed onto the bed, held Sang Xian in his arms and said dejectedly: "Your birthday is already here...but I can't prepare anything for you. I planned to prepare it, but I started thinking about it many days in advance, but you suddenly fell ill , now your birthday is here, and we are still in the little room..."

Then sighed.

Obviously we can celebrate birthdays together, candlelight dinners, and fireworks.

But in the end, they could only cuddle up to each other in a closed house.

These days, except for the first two days when Sang Xian's attitude would be sensitive and extreme, the rest of the time was very calm.

It was not the first time that Ran Shu had seen Sang Xian like this. He usually comforted Sang Xian for a while and stayed with Sang Xian for a few days, and he would be fine.

He handled the situation with ease.

But this time the state of losing self-awareness lasted for more than ten days, which made him start to waver, thinking whether he should really give Sang Xian anesthesia and send him to the hospital.

Is it not a solution to procrastinate like this?

After thinking for a while, Ran Shu looked at Sang Xian, and compared two fingers: "I gave you a navel orange twice, is it okay? I can only think of this, and I can't do anything else now."

Sang Xian naturally didn't answer him, but just looked at him.

Ran Shu supported his body and kissed Sang Xian's lips lightly, but Sang Xian still would not refuse.

As soon as he thought about it, he took the initiative.

Ran Shu was resting on the bed alone, feeling hungry and unable to get up.

Obviously it was over last night, but he fell asleep all night, and now it's the evening of the next day, and he still hasn't recovered.

He looked sideways at Sang Xian and asked in a low voice, "Sang Xian, are you hungry?"

Naturally there will be no answer.

But after thinking about it, he knew that he fell asleep during the breakfast and lunch hours, so it would be strange if Sang Xian wasn't hungry.

Recently, Ran Shu has a lot of experience in cooking porridge, and Shen Junjing or Xiao Qi will come to deliver some takeaways from time to time, open the door and leave it at the door before leaving.

Later, Ran Shu went to fetch it again, which also solved the problem in this regard.

After a long time, it was confirmed that there would be no danger, and Sang Xian would not be as sensitive as he was at the beginning.

Ran Shu moved his body and leaned into Sang Xian's arms: "Get well soon, I don't want to come by myself, I'm too tired."

As he said that, he checked Sang Xian's body: "If you don't keep exercising, you won't lose your chest muscles, right?"

Finally, he let out a long sigh: "I'm so hungry..."

He lay on the bed for a while, finally managed to get up, got out of bed and helped Sang Xian get up together, and the two went to the door together.

When he walked, he was weak, his body was even shaking, and the rhythm of his slippers walking revealed a sense of laziness.

He went to the door, picked up the food that had been brought in, and went to the kitchen to put it in the microwave.

Perhaps it was because of the experience of the last microwave oven explosion that made him afraid to stand next to the microwave oven, and took Sang Xian into the restaurant to wait.

It may be that the body is really exhausted, and after sitting down, she has to lean into Sang Xian's arms to rest.

Sang Xian looked down, and he could see Ran Shu looking haggard.

He looks thinner than before, and his eyes are a little black and blue. Obviously, he hasn't had a good rest these days, and his mental state is also a little sluggish.

Hearing the sound of the microwave prompt, Ran Shucai took Sang Xian by the hand and entered the kitchen, packed up the takeaway and brought it out.

He first tested the temperature, and then fed it into Sang Xian's mouth with a spoon.

After feeding for a while, he began to observe Sang Xian's expression: "Are you full?"

After observing for a long time, I still couldn't be sure, so I dug up another spoonful and asked, "Take another bite?"

Sang Xian didn't open his mouth.

Ran Shu didn't hold on any more, took the spoon he had fed Sang Xian before and started to eat by himself, he would feel tired even sitting, so he just leaned on Sang Xian and ate lazily, taking two bites to rest for a while.

By the time he finished his meal, he didn't know how long it had passed.

He didn't tidy up immediately, and continued to lie in Sang Xian's arms, and Sang Xian, who had been silent all this time, was like a huge teddy bear, letting Ran Shu manipulate and rely on him.

After tidying up the kitchen, Ran Shu helped Sang Xian into the bathroom, helped Sang Xian take a bath, took out the electric toothbrush, squeezed toothpaste on it, went to Sang Xian and said, "Open your mouth."

Sang Xian opened his mouth obediently.

Ran Shu brushed his teeth for him earnestly, and then instructed Sang Xian to rinse his mouth.

After finishing all this, he asked Sang Xian to sit in the bathtub alone, and stood in front of the sink to wash himself.

Then, he took out iodophor to disinfect the wound on his body.

Sang Xian's gaze was all over him, never leaving him.

After doing this, they went back to the bedroom to rest on the bed, and one of them picked up his mobile phone to send a message to Dr. Jian.

RS: This time it lasted for a long time, is it necessary to go to the hospital for compulsory treatment?

Dr. Jane: Has his condition stabilized?

RS: Well, the last few days have been calm, not extreme, like a vegetable that can walk by itself, but there are still physiological reactions.

Dr. Jian: I discussed it with his parents. At the beginning, we thought that if he did not improve within half a month, we would have to undergo compulsory treatment. Now the time has exceeded the expectation.

Ran Shu looked at the phone, feeling distressed again.

At first, he thought that if Sang Xian could regain consciousness on his own this time, and let Dr. Jian perform conservative treatments such as hypnosis, he would be able to suffer less.

But the current state is not very optimistic. It seems that it can't be delayed any longer. If it is really delayed, it will be over for a fool.

Ran Shu put down his phone, looked at Sang Xian, and said, "My husband... If you get worse tomorrow, you will have to be anesthetized and sent to the hospital. I don't know how to give injections yet, so you cooperate when I give you medicine tomorrow." Be careful, or I'll panic easily."

Sang Xian just lay on his back on the bed in silence, not answering.

Ran Shu stared at Sang Xian for a while, then suddenly thought of something and muttered: "You said you have been lying here so honestly for so many days, am I being too honest..."

As he spoke, he gradually approached Sang Xian, trying to make Sang Xian turn over: "Anyway, you are unconscious now, can I stab you twice? I haven't tried what it feels like... Hehe, Yu Brother failed to counterattack, I counterattacked, and I can brag for half my life."

As Ran Shu said, he tried his best to make Sang Xian turn over and lie on the bed.

Unexpectedly, Sang Xian's body was difficult to control, as if he was competing with him.

Ran Shu simply used his hands and feet together, using all his strength to turn over Sang Xian, and then studied how to start.

However, before he stretched out his hand, Sang Xian grabbed his wrist and moved forward, so that he simply fell to Sang Xian's side.

He looked up, and saw Sang Xian looking at him angrily: "Don't even think about it!"

The moment Ran Shu and Sang Xian looked at each other, their heads were short-circuited.

What made the vegetable husband sober up instantly?

The wife tried to fight back.

Ran Shu was stunned for a long time before asking: "When did you wake up?"

Now that he was discovered, Sang Xian stopped pretending, turned over and helped Ran Shu into his arms, and said, "I have received the birthday present."

"..."

Only after he woke up did he realize that his baby was not incapable of coaxing him, but had always been with him, coaxing him, and taking care of him when he relapsed and lost consciousness.

I don't care if I get hurt, I still stay by his side, never leaving.

His baby will also feed him, mouthful and patiently.

His baby will also take care of his daily life, take care of him first, and then go busy with his own affairs.

His baby usually has a bad mouth and wants to piss him off, but he will repeat that he loves him over and over again when he is weak.

So gentle... He obsessively chose to continue to pretend, wanting to continue enjoying this kind of treatment.

Ran Shu immediately started spitting, scratching and slapping Sang Xian: "You bastard! I'm so worried that I'm dying by your side every day, and you pretend to be a vegetable with me when you wake up! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Damn you, why are you so cheap!"

Sang Xian could only raise his hand to block it.

Then Ran Shu simply hit his head with a hammer, which made Sang Xian's eyes go black: "Um..."

Ran Shu looked at Sang Xian, saw that Sang Xian had a painful expression, and was afraid that he would make Sang Xian sick again, so he asked again: "Are you still awake?"

"Hmm..." Sang Xian replied.

"Pity……"

"What do you mean?" Sang Xian covered his head and looked at him.

"It's too late this time, but it doesn't matter, you might get sick again one day, and I'll stab you twice when you get sick." As he said, he leaned over so cheaply, "It's okay, you Didn't you say I'm short? I guess it won't hurt if I poke it."

"..." Sang Xian could only feel the qi and blood surging, and the blood all over his body was rushing to the top of his head, and immediately said: "No!"

"Then don't get sick." Ran Shu moved his body and reached for the phone.

Sang Xian stretched out his hand to bring Ran Shu back, and said, "Stay with me for another night, and contact them tomorrow."

Ran Shu put down the phone, turned to look at Sang Xian, finally put down the phone, rushed over to hug Sang Xian, kissed him and did not let go.

The torment of more than half a month is finally over, and the heart that I have been carrying can finally be let go.

The person he loved finally recovered, which made Ran Shu relax for a moment.

He should be jumping, he should be celebrating, but in the end it just turned into a big kiss.

Feeling his lover hugging him tightly and responding to his kiss, for a moment, he felt like crying.

Just recover.

The next day.

Doctor Jian arranged a series of examinations for Sang Xian, looked at Sang Xian's various indicators, and then looked up at Sang Xian.

Sang Xian's expression was heavy, as if he was very worried.

Dr. Jian coughed lightly, and said: "All the indicators have returned to normal values. If you want to be on the safe side, I'm afraid you still need adjuvant treatment."

"It must be cured." Sang Xian said with a serious tone.

"It will definitely be treated. Ran Shu's idea is to be conservative first..."

Unexpectedly, Sang Xian interrupted his words: "It must be cured, and it must not recur."

"Uh... Is it because I'm afraid of relapse and hurt Ran Shu?"

"The situation now...not only that, it's more difficult than ever."

If he relapses, Ran Shu might really try to counterattack.

This kind of thing must not happen!

Absolutely!right!Do not!Can!by!

Doctor Jian rubbed his nose, not knowing what Sang Xian had experienced, but Sang Xian didn't want to talk about it, so he didn't ask.

After all... after he hypnotizes, Sang Xian will speak out by himself.

Dr. Jian knows more about the details of Sang Xian and Ran Shu's love than anyone else.He listened to Sang Xian repeatedly praising Ran Shu's cuteness and sexiness, and he was amazed every time.

It's all so outrageous, why does Sang Xian think it's cute?

Is this true love?

The author has something to say:

From the very beginning, Ran Shu never thought about who would attack and who would suffer. Together with Sang Xian, he never thought of counterattacking, but for a moment, he was ready to move.

Sang Xian: Change the persona to me, I am not sick, I can't be sick, I can't let that little idiot get his way.