The suitability of the fishing system and the uncle attack

Shen Qingchi looked at him in astonishment, unable to believe that he was actually deceived by Shen Fang, his expression was like a shocked kitten with its eyes wide open.

He looked at Shen Fang with a strange expression: "Didn't you say...you woke up because you dreamed that you didn't hold me?"

"Well, yes," Shen Fang seemed quite satisfied with his reaction, "I dreamed that you fell into the sea, and then yelled at me 'Uncle, I hate you, I'm going to take your inheritance to find another uncle' —and then I woke up with a start.”

Shen Qingchi: "..."

Is this connectable?

I always felt that I was sorry for him before.

Shen Qingchi was annoyed and embarrassed at the same time, and couldn't help defending himself: "Who made you unconscious for such a long time, I can only say something that can irritate you."

Shen Fang smiled and coughed: "Well, I understand."

Shen Qingchi was even more annoyed: "You're still laughing!"

This time Shen Fang stopped laughing, only a series of coughs remained. Seeing that he was coughing too much, Shen Qingchi couldn't help but want to care about him: "Does it hurt?"

Shen took a breath, finally stopped coughing, and the corners of his lips turned up again: "Do you love me?"

"..."

Shen Qingchi almost had the urge to punch him in the chest.

He didn't take a deep breath until he saw the painful cold sweat on the other side's forehead, forced to suppress the unhappiness in his heart, and said with a straight face, "Uncle, if you do this again, I will really be angry."

Shen Fang finally stopped teasing him, and he closed his eyes tiredly: "Help me."

He was so weak that he didn't even have the strength to sit up by himself, so he insisted on pretending to be okay.

Shen Qingchi didn't know what to say about him, so he reached out to help him up, Shen Fang coughed twice, leaned his head on his shoulder, and slowly adjusted his breathing.

When he recovered, Shen Qingchi pulled back the bed table that was pushed to the side just now: "Hurry up and eat, the porridge is going to be cold."

He took a spoonful of porridge with a spoon, touched his own lips first, and found that the temperature was just right, and then passed it to the other's lips.

Shen Fang looked at the porridge handed to him: "Really feed me?"

"Why not?"

Shen Fang hesitated for a moment, sipped the spoonful of porridge lightly, tasted it and said, "Put some sugar in."

Shen Qingchi: "."

He found out that someone was using his illness to please him.

He gave the other party a complicated look, got up and went to the tea table to get a small pot of white sugar, and added two spoonfuls to the porridge.

Shen Fang was just trying to embarrass him on purpose, and wanted to see how he would react, but he didn't expect that he actually got white sugar, so he couldn't help being surprised: "Why did you bring the seasoning to the hospital?"

Shen Qingchi spoke confidently: "I can't get used to other people's cooking."

Not only sugar, but also salt, vinegar, soy sauce and chili.

Shen Fang laughed: "I'm already like this, you still expect me to cook for you?"

Shen Qingchi snorted: "It's not your fault to make it like this? You said it, and I'll tell you what I want to eat. It won't be invalidated because of injuries, right?"

Shen Fang laughed so hard that he wanted to cough again, and hurriedly held back: "You really don't care about me at all."

Shen Qingchi didn't say a word, complaining in his heart that his share of distress for today had already been exhausted, so he continued to feed him porridge.

To be honest, Shen Fang didn't have much appetite, but he still finished a bowl of porridge cooperatively. Shen Qingchi felt his tiredness and asked, "Do you want to rest?"

"Ah."

The fatigue of the body could not be ignored, even with strong support, Shen Fang fell asleep almost as soon as he lay down.

Seeing that he was quiet so quickly, Shen Qingchi still doubted whether he was really asleep or pretending to be sleeping to lie to him, so he called him softly: "Uncle?"

no response.

He scratched the opponent's palm again, but there was still no response.

Actually fell asleep in seconds.

Shen Qingchi sighed in his heart, the impact of this injury on Shen Fang was really too great, and his uncle was not young anymore, so he didn't know how long it would take to recover from such a serious injury.

Thinking of this, he became angry again at someone who made his own way, but he was angry, and he couldn't lose his temper with a person who had just escaped death, so he gently took his right hand, massaged him and moved his fingers.

The sudden deterioration of the condition of the right hand should be caused by nerve ischemia. Massage to speed up blood circulation may relieve some pain.

Shen Qingchi kept rubbing for him until his fingertips were hot, then went back to do his homework, and sent Su Ting a message to ask her when the medicine would arrive.

He was thinking about how to make his uncle recover faster, and he was a little absent-minded in his studies, so he simply stopped studying and went to rest earlier.

Early the next morning, he went to the supermarket to buy vegetables, and went back to the hotel to borrow the kitchen to cook some porridge for Shen Fang.

During this period of time, he occasionally prepares food by himself. His cooking skills are definitely not as good as Shen Fang, but he thinks he can get by. When he was in the orphanage, he often helped prepare meals for the children. Love to eat, Shen Fang has no reason not to like to eat.

He added vegetables and chicken to the porridge, because it smelled so good, he drank a bowl first, then ate two steamed buns that the hotel provided for breakfast, and rushed to the hospital with the thermos.

While taking a taxi, he was thinking whether he should get a driver's license or something. Although there will be a driver after returning to Qingzhou City, if there are special circumstances, there should be someone who can drive.

With Shen Fang's current physical condition, I'm afraid he won't be able to drive in a short time.

It was still early when he arrived at the hospital, and Shen Fang hadn't woken up yet, but he ran into the nurse who came to give him the infusion.

He has been in bed with the hospital for the past two days, and he has become acquainted with the nurse. The nurse was very happy to learn that Shen Fang was awake, and chatted with him a few more words, saying that she had seen someone who was in a coma due to hemorrhagic shock due to severe trauma before. The patient, who has not woken up until now, has become a vegetable.

Shen Fang was quite lucky to be able to wake up after being in a coma for more than ten days.

The nurse gave him the infusion and left the ward, while Shen Fang was still sleeping, Shen Qingchi couldn't bear to wake him up, of course he couldn't wake him up, he slept very deeply, if it wasn't for sure that he woke up yesterday

So much, Shen Qingchi thought he was still in a coma.

It was not until noon, when the infusion was finished, that Shen Fang finally had the tendency to wake up. Shen Qingchi held his hand and called him uncle several times before he opened his eyes with difficulty.

Shen calmed down for a while, finally came to his senses, lifted the quilt and got out of bed, and went to the bathroom first.

Today his condition is better than yesterday, he can get out of bed and walk around on his own, and he doesn't need help anymore. Shen Qingchi is very relieved, and feels that according to his recovery speed, he should be discharged from the hospital in a few days.

The porridge made in the morning has been kept in the thermos, and it is still warm, but it has changed from breakfast to lunch.After finishing the porridge, Shen Fang didn't rest immediately, but frowned and thought about something.

Shen Qingchi waited for a long time, seeing that he didn't intend to speak first, so he had to take the initiative to ask, but he heard him say: "I want to take a bath."

Shen Qingchi couldn't laugh or cry.

He thought there was something important, and he just wanted to take a bath after arguing for a long time.

He glanced at the indwelling needle on the opponent's arm, and advised him, "How about washing it in a few days?"

Shen Fang frowned even tighter.

Shen Qingchi decisively changed his mind: "Shall I wipe your body for you?"

Shen Fang's gaze stayed on his face for a few seconds, and he nodded hesitantly.

Shen Qingchi went to fetch a basin of hot water, found a clean towel, soaked it and wrung it dry, then helped him take off his clothes, and wiped his body.

When Shen Fang was in a coma before, he couldn't move him, and the nurses helped him wipe it off. Now that he finally woke up and could sit up, Shen Qingchi of course no longer needed help from others, and could take care of him by himself.

The hot towel gently wiped his neck, and then moved down the collarbone. Shen Fang turned his head to the side, as if he was not used to being taken care of like this.

Shen Qingchi's hand rested on his chest.

His gaze outlined the outline of the other person's body, and then he slightly pursed his lips.

Uncle seems to have lost a lot of weight.

Although he has never seen him stripped naked a few times before, in his impression, Shen Fang has a good figure, broad shoulders, well-proportioned and powerful, with clear and beautiful muscle lines on his chest and abdomen, including his arms. See.

But now, the skeleton on his body seemed a little protruding, and it was no longer as comfortable as before. When he lowered his head, the shoulder blades and a line of spine stood out clearly.

Shen Qingchi's heart ached so much, he scolded Shen Jing in his heart for causing his uncle to be like this, and he didn't know if he could return to his previous figure.

He threw the towel once, walked around behind Shen Fang, and when he wiped the scar on his back, his movements became extremely gentle.

"Does it hurt?" he asked.

20 days have passed, but the wound has healed already, except for the scar left by the stitches and the stitches removed, because the knife stirred in the flesh, causing the wound to expand, and the scar after the second cut was even weirder to the touch. It's uneven and painful to look at.

"It doesn't hurt outside, but it hurts inside." Shen Fang said.

Shen Qingchi lowered his eyes.

This is also impossible.

Although the damaged lung lobe was sutured and most of the blood stasis was removed, after all, it still takes time to recover, the pain is inevitable, and the cough will not get better soon.

He thinks that his pain tolerance is already very strong, but he can only withstand bruises, at most fractures—what does it feel like to be stabbed in the flesh?He couldn't imagine it.

Shen Jing's attack was really ruthless.

It seems that Shen Fang's judgment was correct for being so cruel to his own brother, and there would be endless troubles if he kept this man.

After wiping Shen Fang's body, he helped him put on clean clothes, then hugged him from behind, put his face on his shoulder, and murmured, "Uncle, you've lost weight."

"...After all, I'm not made of iron," Shen Fang sighed, "Could it be that you don't like me because I'm thin?"

"That's not certain," Shen Qingchi deliberately frightened him, "I still like to feel better. If uncle feels bad, maybe I'll move on."

"You can really say it," Shen Fang smiled helplessly, and he coughed twice, "It's really heartless."

"If I had no conscience, I wouldn't be here to guard you a long time ago." Shen Qingchi felt the vibration in his chest, "I mean, you need to recover quickly."

"I'll fight," Shen Fang supported the edge of the bed with his arms, "but before that, can you let me go, I can't support you now."

Shen Qingchi quickly straightened up, retracted the weight on him, and was worried about his physical condition again.

How weak is it that he doesn't even have this bit of strength?

Shen Fang coughed a few times, and his breathing was a little short. Shen Qingchi quickly put his things aside, helped him to lie down, and said, "You should take a good rest. I was just joking, and I won't empathize with you." .”