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After a while, a doctor in a white coat came into the ward. It happened to be the doctor Sun Yanshi saw during his last outpatient visit.

The doctor greeted Sun Yanshi politely first, and then asked Sun Yanshi what kind of withdrawal reactions he had in the past few days, whether it was serious or not?

Sun Yanshi answered truthfully, but concealed the fact that he would be trapped in a dream by the past when he closed his eyes these days.

The doctor caught Sun Yanshi's meaningful eyes, nodded and said cryptically, "I told you last time, your biggest problem lies in this." He pointed to his heart and continued, " So I suggest you not to act too hastily, and I also suggest that you should be hospitalized to stop alcoholism."

Sun Yanshi smiled wryly. He really made up his mind to quit drinking, and "addictive behavior" itself belongs to the category of psychological medicine. told the doctor.

At that time, the doctor advised him to undergo a period of psychological intervention treatment before considering quitting alcohol addiction, and also suggested that he should be hospitalized for treatment.But at that time, he was very impatient and very resistant to being hospitalized, so he declined the doctor's advice and chose to take medicine to quit.

Although the facts are not like what the doctor said at the time, "Your mind may collapse before your body", but it is indeed very thrilling. If Lang Song and Zheng Ye hadn't arrived in time, what would have happened to him is really impossible to say good.

What he told Zheng Ye was true. Although he had been half dead for the past two years, he never thought of dying.

He went to the emergency department twice in the past month, and all the twisted forces were twisted back, and the ropes trapped in his heart and body also broke with a "crack".

Sun Yanzhi said obediently, "You are right."

The doctor looked at him and said with a smile: "I told you before that the physical reaction reaches its peak within 48-72 hours of quitting alcohol, the physical reaction will gradually decrease after 5-7 days, and the mental reaction will last for about 30 days. This time you have tremors, delirium, mental reactions and no family members around, it is still very dangerous." The doctor paused before asking, "How about staying in the hospital for observation for a few days?"

Both Zheng Ye and Lang Song looked at Sun Yanshi earnestly, until Sun Yanshi said: "Okay, I'll follow your arrangement." Then they all breathed a sigh of relief.

The dinner was a takeaway ordered by Zheng Ye, and he ordered a large table full, called Zhang Wu, and the five of them ate their dinner happily.

After sitting for a while, we began to discuss who would accompany us at night.Zheng Ye said that he would accompany him, but Lang Song disagreed, saying that he would stay.

Sun Yanshi leaned on the bed, listening to their respective arguments, Zhang Wu teased in a low voice: "You two brothers really care about you."

Sun Yanshi smiled, squeezed Langyue's arm habitually, and interrupted them with a loud voice: "Stop arguing, both of you go back to me, I didn't break my arms or legs, just go alone."

Lang Song took a step forward, but before he could speak, he was interrupted by Sun Yanshi again.

"Lang Song, you can't stay here, you still have to go to class every month, and don't bring the little one to the hospital in the future, it's very sick." Sun Yanzhi sighed, and looked at Zheng Ye again, "If your wife Got it, we have to quarrel again. There are doctors and nurses here, both of you go back."

Zhang Wu also echoed: "There is still me here, we take care of each other."

Of course, no one listened to Sun Yanshi's words.

Zheng Ye said that he didn't believe Sun Yanshi's words, at least he would stay today.Although Lang Song promised to go home, he said that he would come after sending Lang Yue to kindergarten tomorrow.

Sun Yanshi's right to speak was completely taken away, so he could only nod in agreement.

Langyue kissed her grandson Yanshi's forehead, and then reluctantly put on her small schoolbag and walked towards the door. Lang Song's eyes seemed to be glued to Sun Yanshi's body. Walking distance, turned back three times.

Zheng Ye stared at Lang Yue with all his attention, and only paid attention to Sun Yanshi waving goodbye to Lang Yue. He rubbed his chin and frowned, feeling a little uneasy in his heart.

That night Sun Yanshi slept soundly, but in the early hours of the morning he had a fever and his blood pressure was a little high, and he slept in a daze until morning and returned to normal.

Zheng Ye still had to go to work, seeing that Sun Yanshi had nothing to do except his complexion was not good-looking, so he hurriedly washed his face and rushed to the company.When he went downstairs, he called Lang Song and confirmed that Lang Song was on his way, so he hung up the phone and transferred a sum of money, asking Lang Song to buy some nutritious food for Sun Yanshi.

He hurried over from the company yesterday and didn't bother to buy it.

The money was for Sun Yanshi, and Lang Song naturally had no reason to refuse, so he accepted it generously, and began to think about what to get Sun Yanshi something delicious for these two days.

Not long after Zheng Ye left, Lang Song entered the ward with an insulated bucket. He brought sweet and refreshing millet porridge to Sun Yanshi and Zhang Wu.Both of them actually had breakfast, but the hospital meals were really tasteless and purely to fill their stomachs, so they drank another bowl of pumpkin porridge.

One of the medicines Sun Yanshi took was diazepam tablets. The biggest adverse reactions were dizziness and drowsiness. Sun Yanshi was asleep all morning, but nothing happened.

Lang Song watched quietly by the side, occasionally helping Sun Yanshi tuck the quilt.

Zhang Wu has been in the hospital longer than Sun Yanshi, and some physical reactions have gradually subsided, but he is very energetic. After taking a nap in the morning, he went downstairs for a walk and then came back to play with his mobile phone.

At 10:30, Lang Song began to be in a dilemma.

He didn't want Sun Yanshi to eat takeaway or bland food from the hospital cafeteria. He wanted to go home and bring it home, but it would be impossible to make it happen without more than an hour after making the food and going back and forth. He was afraid that something would happen if he left for too long. What an unexpected situation.

In the end, Lang Song entrusted Zhang Wu to take care of him, and went back to Lanying Lane by himself, and returned to the hospital an hour and a half later.

Some time ago, the temperature dropped a bit, but the autumn tiger came aggressively. Today the sun is very strong outside, and the temperature is also high.

Lang Song walked into the ward dripping with sweat, and Sun Yanshi happened to just wake up.

"Brother, it's time to eat." Lang Song helped Sun Yanshi roll up the hospital bed, and called Zhang Wu to eat.

The table was set up, and three dishes and one soup just out of the pot were placed on the table one by one. There were garlic spinach, onion fried pork liver, tomato scrambled eggs, and a loofah tofu soup. .

Zhang Wu widened his eyes and said in surprise, "Xiao Song, you did all of these?"

Sun Yanshi replied for Lang Song: "He did it, and he is very good at cooking." He raised his eyebrows, a bit like an old father showing off his excellent son's sense of accomplishment.

Zhang Wu gave a thumbs up: "It's rare to see a young man like you now."

Lang Song nodded shyly, his earlobes turned red quietly.

The food was placed on the dining table in Sun Yanshi's hospital bed, and the three of them found their seats to sit down. Only then did Lang Song realize that he was too anxious and only packed two meals, and he left out his own.

Zhang Wu said that he could just order a takeaway or order food from the hospital cafeteria. Lang Song naturally disagreed. He originally made something for the two people in the hospital, so he didn't care what he ate, so he said he would wait. Go downstairs to eat.

At this time, Sun Yanshi took a pair of disposable chopsticks from the bedside table and handed them to Lang Song, saying, "Can we have a share? I'm not too hungry, I just want to eat two bites of food."

Lang Song was stunned, and his ears, which were already full of enthusiasm, suddenly turned red, and even his neck turned red.

"What's the matter?" Sun Yanzhi kept silent and teased him, "You hate me?"

"No, it's not." Lang Song hastily denied it, but he kept staring down at the bowl of spinach that was no longer so green, guilty of not daring to look at Sun Yanshi.

Zhang Wu was careless and had already eaten it first.

He put two pieces of pork liver into his mouth, and was tortured in the hospital for a whole week. His numb taste buds were instantly awakened by the fried pork liver. After swallowing the rice, he praised: "It's so delicious! Xiao Song, I'm not flattering you. This is really the best fried pork liver I've ever eaten. Have you ever learned it?"

Lang Song shook his head embarrassingly: "I didn't learn it seriously, I just learned to make it by watching recipes or small videos on the Internet."

"Very talented," Zhang Wu praised generously, "should learn seriously."

Sun Yanshi took a small piece of pork liver into his mouth, chewed it slowly, stared at a certain place, thinking about something, and said nothing.

"Brother, drink some soup." Lang Song filled a small bowl of soup with a disposable bowl and pushed it in front of Sun Yanshi.

Sun Yanhui came back to his senses, nodded in response, and when he raised his eyes, he inadvertently saw two bean-sized beads of sweat sliding down Lang Song's temples, and his neck was also glistening with sweat.

Turning his head to glance at the glare of sunlight shining into the ward from the window, Sun Yanshi's throat tightened, feeling guilty in his heart, he turned around and took out a few tissues, and stretched out his hand towards Lang Song's neck.

Lang Song was picking up vegetables for Sun Yanshi, when he caught sight of something approaching out of the corner of his eye, he subconsciously turned his head to avoid it, and when he calmed down to look around, he found that Sun Yanshi was holding a few tissues in his hand, about to Wipe yourself.

Sun Yanzhi smiled and said, "It's been very hot these days, so don't bring food, it's not that you can't eat the food in the hospital." After a pause, he said, "Wipe your sweat?"

Lang Song didn't dare to look at Sun Yanshi, afraid of revealing the emotions in his eyes, and he didn't dare to speak, afraid he couldn't hide his panic.He secretly clenched the chopsticks in his hand, tilted his head towards it, and Sun Yanshi carefully wiped the sweat off his face and neck.

After lunch, Sun Yanshi and Zhang Wu walked back and forth in the corridor a few times to digest food.

Not long after returning, Sun Yanshi suddenly felt nauseated and vomited. He vomited up the lunch he had just eaten in the toilet.

While Lang Song was helping Sun Yan know the memorization, he asked Zhang Wu to call the doctor for help.

The doctor came quickly and said that this was a withdrawal reaction, and it was also related to the patient's long-term irregular diet and poor gastrointestinal function. He prescribed some medicine and asked Lang Song to give Sun Yanshi more water.

After vomiting, the stomach felt a lot better, but the body became sore and weak. Sun Yanshi rinsed his mouth and lay sick on the bed.He turned his head and saw that Lang Song was looking at him solemnly with pursed lips and eyebrows. He couldn't help but think of Lang Song's mother who died of illness, and felt a little uncomfortable.

"Don't be so serious," Sun Yanshi forced a smile, "I won't die."

Lang Song frowned even tighter: "Stop talking nonsense, do you want some water?"

"No, hiss..."

Before Sun Yanshi could finish his sentence, he felt a sudden sharp pain in his upper left abdomen, which made him grit his teeth.

"What's wrong?" Lang Song asked anxiously, "Where does it hurt? I'll call the doctor."

Sun Yanshi grabbed Lang Song's wrist, Xindao doctors and nurses were annoying me enough, he took a breath and shook his head and said, "No, my stomach hurts a little, didn't the doctor prescribe medicine, it's useless to call .”

"Then, then I..." Lang Song was at a loss, and suddenly remembered the night when Sun Yanshi got drunk, so he asked, "How about...how about I rub it for you?"

Sun Yanshi was startled, and then replied: "Okay."

Lang Song twirled his trembling fingertips, slowly stretched his hand into the quilt, touched Sun Yanshi's flat upper left stomach through a thin layer of hospital gown, gently, Slowly knead clockwise.