The suitability of the fishing system and the uncle attack

Shen Qingchi kissed him, but still felt that it was not enough, and lightly bit the back of his hand, leaving a shallow tooth mark.

He always felt that Shen Fang's hands were colder than before.

That’s right, it’s impossible to say that there is no impact on the body after losing so much blood at one time. Even if the blood transfusion is replenished later, during the period of severe blood loss, the damage is the damage.

Thinking of this, Shen Qingchi suddenly had a strange thought - is the part of the blood he transfused to Shen Fang still in his body now?Or did it flow away with the blood loss?

As soon as this idea came up, he himself felt very weird, but human beings would have such strange and unreasonable questions, and there was no logic at all.

Because of Shen Fang's awakening, Shen Qingchi seemed to be interested in continuing to eat that plate of pork liver again. Although the dish was completely cold, he actually felt that this plate of pork liver tasted a lot better. In the dish, it adds a lot of flavor to it.

In the afternoon, because Shen Qingchi was happy, he even had the mood to tidy up the room, and told Su Ting and Chen Qiyu about Shen Fang's waking up. In the evening, he went out to buy dinner and porridge for Shen Fang.

Shen Fang fell into a drowsy sleep all afternoon, and didn't wake up until dark. The indescribable tiredness subsided a lot, and the pain in his body also eased.

When he woke up, Shen Qingchi was sitting on the sofa doing homework, with bluetooth earphones plugged into his ears, and his mobile phone propped on the coffee table, playing the class video that Chen Qiyu had recorded for him.

He hasn't returned to school these days, but the class still has to be attended. He doesn't know how long Shen Fang will need to be hospitalized. If he is here for the whole semester, he can't just go back at the end of the semester to cram.

At this time, he has to thank the enthusiastic monitor. Chen Qiyu not only recorded videos for him in every class, but also copied the courseware used by the teacher to teach, and then took pictures of his own notes in class. don't know.

Shen Qingchi recalled that before he wore the book, not long after school started, his roommate Sun Ming got appendicitis, and he didn't come to class for a week, and he helped him study in the same way.

He was too focused on "listening to the lecture" to notice that Shen Fang had woken up for the first time. It wasn't until he spotted something moving from the corner of his eye that Shen Fang actually sat up by himself.

"Uncle!" Shen Qingchi quickly pressed the pause button, took off the earphones, and rushed to the hospital bed, "Don't move around."

"...I didn't hurt my muscles or bones." Shen Fang's voice was still hoarse, because the injury hadn't healed, he seemed a little out of breath, "go to the bathroom."

"Can you stand up?" Shen Qingchi tried to help him, and pulled his arm to let him wrap around his shoulders, but he overestimated the strength of this body, when the other party added the center of gravity, he was instantly taken to the next level Leaning to one side, nearly falling.

Shen Qingchi struggled to stabilize his figure, with an embarrassed expression on his face: "I can do it, uncle."

Shen Fang didn't say anything, and took back some of the weight that had been pressed, and used his shoulders as a support to adapt to the discomfort caused by standing up suddenly.

Dizziness, fatigue, and chest tightness, he endured it with his eyes closed for a few seconds before he took a breath.

The sequelae of excessive blood loss seemed to be more serious than he had imagined.

"Are you okay?" Shen Qingchi raised his head slightly, looking at his bloodless profile, "How about I borrow a wheelchair?"

"No need." Shen Fang said.

Gotta get used to it as soon as possible.

Shen Qingchi helped him to the door of the bathroom, but he still didn't dare to let go: "Can you do it alone? How about I help you?"

Shen Fang turned his gaze to him: "How can I help?"

"Hmm...help me help you?"

Shen Fang looked at him for a while, then suddenly bent his lips: "Just want to help me?"

"Then what else?" Shen Qingchi frowned into a strange shape, "I can't do anything to a patient right?"

"Then who knows for sure," Shen Fang looked away from his face, and gently broke free from his hand, "I didn't find out where your bottom line is."

After finishing speaking, he went into the bathroom alone.

Shen Qingchi looked at the closed door in front of him, blinked his eyes, and wondered what he meant by saying this?In Shen An's mind, has he become so morally depraved?

However, it should be much better if uncle can joke with him, right?

The moment the door was closed, Shen Fang put his arms directly on the door to support his body that was about to fall, but after walking two steps, the feeling of weakness came again, and he had to take a deep breath, trying to absorb and maintain Oxygen needed to wake up.

He didn't dare to make a sound, so as not to hear Shen Qingchi, he leaned against the door for a while, and then slowly regained his breath.

His body was heavy, but he could barely support it. He slowly walked in, trying to solve his physical problems, but he didn't know which hand to use to relieve it.

The indwelling needle was inserted in the left arm, and he could not use force at all. The right hand seemed to have nerve ischemia due to severe blood loss, and could hardly move, even making a fist.

Shen Fang frowned.

It's not as strong as dying directly.

But if he died, Shen Qingchi would be sad.

As soon as he thought that the little wild cat would be sad for his death, he suddenly regained some energy. After finishing the difficult work, he went outside to wash his hands, and then wanted to wash his face, but found that this time he couldn't do it no matter what.

He had no choice but to ask Shen Qingchi to come in to help, and felt that this state of being unable to take care of himself was really annoying enough, so he endured and endured, so he resisted not directly pulling out the indwelling needle that was in the way, and freed his left hand.

Shen Qingchi looked at the way his brows were tightly furrowed, and asked, "Don't uncle like me to take care of you?"

Shen Fang glanced at him: "You really know how to take care of people?"

"Why wouldn't I? I think you're prejudiced against me," Shen Qingchi said in disbelief, "I'm not helping you wash your face and brush your teeth, I can also wipe your body, and I can also cook."

"Really," Shen Fang narrowed his eyes, "So at the beginning when you were eating at my house, you acted like you couldn't cook, was it just pretending?"

Shen Qingchi: "..."

Why turn over old accounts at this time.

He dodged his eyes and hesitated: "It's not the first day you know..."

Shen Fang didn't continue this topic, he really wanted to expose the little bastard again, but he really didn't have the energy, so he returned to the hospital bed with his support.

"I bought porridge for you." Seeing that he didn't want to pursue further, Shen Qingchi quickly changed the subject, "The doctor said to give you some liquid food first, if there is no problem, you can resume your normal diet in two days."

As he spoke, he set up the bed table, opened the thermos bucket, and poured out the porridge, which was the simplest porridge, and he didn't dare to feed Shen Fang anything too complicated.

Shen Fang looked at the porridge in front of his eyes, and began to think about which hand to use to hold the spoon, and his brows that had just opened frowned again.

"Uncle?" Shen Qingchi looked at him suspiciously, "No appetite?"

"You feed me," Shen Fang said, "Didn't you say you would take care of people, does feeding me count?"

"Yes, yes, but..." Shen Qingchi glanced at his hand, "Can't you use your right hand too?"

Shen Fang was silent.

This kid is really sharp.

He sighed helplessly, and put his own hand on Shen Qingchi's.

Shen Qingchi felt that his fingertips were slightly cold, and couldn't help but want to cover him, but his own hands were not warm either.

Immediately afterwards, he felt the force exerted on his hand, which was very slight, but Shen Fang seemed to be trying to hold his hand very hard.

Shen Qingchi understood something, and couldn't help being shocked: "You..."

"I can't use my strength." Shen Fang gave up. This is not the first time he has experienced this feeling of disobedience. The last time was six years ago. The familiar feeling made a comeback, which made him a little annoyed.

Shen Qingchi felt the frustration in his tone, and quickly comforted him: "Maybe it will be fine in a few days, recovery also takes time."

Shen Fang didn't say a word.

Shen Qingchi thought of something, and said again: "Oh, by the way, I told Boss Su about the medicine before, and she said that I bought it, and it should have passed the customs by now, and it will be delivered in two days."

Shen Fang didn't know about it at all: "What medicine?"

"It's the medicine to repair the nerves."

After hearing this, Shen Fang expressed his hopelessness: "It's not that I haven't used it before."

"It's different," Shen Qingchi explained, "Boss Su said that it is a new drug that has only been put on the market in recent years. You must have never used it six years ago. It has been six years. Medicine must have improved, right? Try it. It never hurts."

Shen Fang was helpless.

Soon, he found something wrong: "I didn't just tell you about this, when did you tell Su Ting?"

"Ah..." Shen Qingchi revealed something inadvertently, "It's not this time, it was because you said you had neuralgia and refused to go to the hospital for treatment, so I asked Boss Su in private to see if she has any channels , we can get some more effective medicine.”

Shen Fang was taken aback for a moment.

He couldn't believe his ears: "What time is it?"

"Probably... when school first started."

When I first started school...

He suddenly laughed, but there was a deep sense of powerlessness in his laughter, and he stopped for a moment: "Sorry."

Shen Qingchi was puzzled.

"I thought you didn't care about me." Shen Fang felt his chest getting tighter. He covered his mouth and coughed a few times, "I thought you could live well without me, so I implemented this plan, but As it turns out, I seem to have done something wrong."

If Shen Qingchi had always cared about him, then what he did was not protecting, but hurting.

"You should have told me sooner," he said.

"I told you earlier, didn't you do it?"

From when Shen Fang woke up to now, the two of them had a tacit understanding not to mention that matter. Shen Qingchi had even decided that if Shen Fang didn't take the initiative to speak up, then he wouldn't ask anything.

Now Shen Fang spoke first.

All the emotions accumulated in the past 20 days were ignited along this thin fuse. He asked Shen Fang back and said, "I'm really angry."

He tightened his five fingers and grabbed the other's hand: "Do you know how much I worried about you during this time? Do you know how I felt when I saw the will? Shen Fang, do you Think you're a hero? Even if I don't like you, don't care about you, can you do this kind of thing with impunity? You paved the way for me, what about yourself? All your hard work over the years has finally paid off Is the result, self-sacrifice?"

The more he talked, the more angry he became, thinking that Shen Fang is indeed a member of the Shen family, and his actions are equally extreme. For a while, the words are like pouring beans: "Did I say that I need you to pave the way for me? Did I say that?" Do you want to inherit your inheritance? You forced these things on me, did you ask my opinion?"

Seeing that he was so angry, Shen Fang felt a little happy in his heart, and in a moment of heat, he asked what he hadn't asked Su Ting before: "If I die, will you remember me forever?"

Shen Qingchi was startled: "What?"

Then he came to his senses——Shen Fang felt that he didn't like him, and he had lied to him for so long. He was unwilling, thinking that even if he couldn't get his love, he would still have a place in his heart, even if it was "death" "This way?

What kind of love is this!

He exploded in an instant, threw himself on the other side with all his might, threw him down, and said angrily, "Shen Fang!"

"Uh..." Shen Fang hit his back on the bed, his chest was hit, and there was a sharp pain, which made his eyes go black, but he was happy inside, and he could still laugh, coughing and saying, "It seems My position in your heart is higher than I imagined... Cough... Higher."

"Believe it or not, I don't like you now!"

"I believe, I believe..." Shen Fang kept coughing, "It hurts too much, come down quickly, please spare me."

Only then did Shen Qingchi get up from him, and said angrily: "Do you still dare?"

"Don't dare anymore," Shen took a big breath, uttering words intermittently, "Then you...don't take my inheritance and go find...cough...other uncles."

Shen Qingchi: "..."

Didn't you say you didn't hear me!