Ding, your little fool is online

Before Yuan Xing fell to the ground, Wang Jianyang reached out to catch him in time.

At the same time, there was a sound of "Dangcang--" and a brown round object flew out of Yuan Xing's body, turned around on the floor a few times and then fell to Wang Yuyang's feet.

Taking a closer look, it was a brown button that had fallen from the buttoned fleece under Motoko's overalls.

The plastic buttons have a sense of cheapness, the surface is uneven, with many traces of time,

Wang Yuyang embraced Yuan Xing with his right hand, squatted down slowly, stretched out his left hand, picked up the button and put it in his pocket, and stood up with his arms around him.

Yuan Xing's complexion was sickly white, but his cheeks were extremely red. He closed his eyes and frowned tightly, as if extremely uncomfortable.

Seeing this, Wang Jianyang stretched out his hand to touch his forehead, his palm was hot.

Zhang Yue hadn't walked a few steps just now, when she saw Yuan Xing fainted, she turned back immediately, with an anxious look on her face: "What's wrong with Yuan Xing?"

"It should be a fever." Wang Jianyang said.

Zhang Yue stomped her feet, half blamed and half worried, and said: "I told him so that he can recover from his illness and come back to work."

Wang Jianyang said incredulously, "I'll take him to the hospital."

As he said, he squatted down slightly, wrapped one hand around Yuan Xing's slender shoulders, and wrapped his other hand under his knees, hugging Yuan Xing's whole body horizontally.

"It's so light." Thinking of this, Wang Yuyang frowned.

The child in his arms is also a 21-year-old adult, with a height of nearly 1.7 meters, but his weight is frighteningly light. It feels like there is not much flesh on his body, as if he only has a skeleton.

"Okay." Zhang Yue nodded, "Hurry up and take Yuan Xing to the hospital, I will reimburse the medical expenses!"

It was windy outside and the temperature was low, so Wang Yuyang waited for the called car to arrive at the door before walking out with Yuan Xing in his arms.

"Go to the medical center." Wang Yuyang said, "Please hurry up and turn up the temperature in the car, thank you."

The air conditioner in the car was fully turned on, and the warm air blew directly on the rear seats, blowing up Yuan Xing's hair and brushing it onto Wang Yuyang's side face. It was a tender scene, but Wang Yuyang didn't feel comfortable at all.

Looking at the unconscious Yuan Xing leaning on his shoulder, Wang Yuyang's heart ached.

He knew that Yuan Xing was sick a few days ago, and he also knew that he had taken medicine, but he fainted after all, did he come back to work when he was not well?Why can't you take care of yourself.

Thinking of this, the gully between Wang Jianyang's eyebrows deepened, and he grabbed Yuanxing's thin shoulders to prevent him from sliding down.

At the same time, the other hand gently held Yuan Xing's small hand, firmly holding the soft palm full of it.

It has been more than ten minutes since I got in the car, but there are still two blocks away from the hospital. Wang Yuyang couldn't help but ask, "Can you drive faster, master?"

However, tonight is the last day of the year-end, and there are only a lot of vehicles on the street. The driver wants to drive fast but has no chance, so he has to press the horn anxiously and helplessly: "I can't help it if I want to drive fast. The one who is sick is your brother." ?"

Wang Yuyang was silent for a while, then shook his head: "No."

Yuan Xing woke up halfway.

He felt sore all over his body, and he didn't even have the strength to raise his hand. His whole body seemed to have fallen into an ice cave, shivering from the cold.But there seemed to be a fire in his head, burning his consciousness like a volcano, with the pain that only erupted, mixing all five senses together.

"Woo..." Yuan Xing let out a slight sound from his throat.

Wang Yuyang hurriedly lowered his head and asked, "Yuan Xing, how are you feeling?"

Yuan Xing raised his head and squinted his eyes. After working hard for a while, he realized that the person in front of him was Mr. Happy. He sniffed and said aggrievedly, "I'm so cold, and my head hurts too..."

Hearing the voice as small as a mosquito, Wang Jianyang subconsciously clenched Yuan Xing's hand, as if wanting to share the warmth with him.

He patted Yuan Xing's shoulder lightly with one hand, and softly comforted him: "Wait a little longer, I will be at the hospital soon, it will be fine once I get to the hospital."

Yuan Xing's head rested on Wang Yuyang's chest, and the other party's heartbeat came unreservedly, thump, thud, one after another, it sounded a sense of peace of mind.

And the hand was tightly wrapped in a wide and warm palm, as warm as the sun Motoko had sunned when he was a child.

For some reason, Yuan Xing suddenly felt a huge grievance in his heart.

When he has no reliance or comfort, he always gritted his teeth and was able to survive alone.At this time, there was such a person who gave him joy, joy, happiness and warmth, and now gave him a hand to hold tightly, a chest and shoulder to lean on.

The grievances and compromises accumulated in the past, like a dark corner without sunshine all year round, Nuan Yang took the initiative to come to him at this time, comforting those unfortunate pasts inch by inch with his own temperature.

So Wang Qianyang saw Yuan Xing fall headfirst into his arms, his hands tightly clutching his clothes, his shoulders trembling violently, he hurriedly stretched out his arms to embrace the slender child, and asked, "What's wrong with Yuan Xing?"

Tears flowed out uncontrollably, and Yuan Xing embeds all the soreness in his heart into his sobs: "Go, Mr. Happy, I'm so uncomfortable... very, very uncomfortable..."

"I'm so uncomfortable..." Yuan Xing cried and choked, "I, I want to go home, oh, I miss my mother, I miss her so much... But, but she doesn't want me anymore..."

After leaving home, Yuan Xing has never cried so loudly as today.

In the past when he was sad, he always secretly wiped his tears, licked his wounds, and at most looked at his mother's photos to let his grievances flood.

But it is often because you have tasted too much bitterness, and you only need a little sweetness to make people cry.

The mournful sobs cut Wang Yuyang's heart mercilessly like a knife blade, making his nose sore.

Although he knew what happened to Yuan Xing, and also knew that Yuan Xing came to the capital to find his mother, but...

Wang Yuyang was worried, patted his back lightly with his palm, and comforted him softly: "Mom is the person who loves you the most in the world, and she will not want you. She just left you temporarily, trust me Yuan Xing."

Yuan Xing was still lying in Wang Yuyang's arms, tears and snot all over the other's suit, sobbing uncontrollably: "But, but, she still..."

"Xiao Yuanxing, Xiao Yuanxing." Wang Yuyang gently stroked his head, "Don't cry, if you keep crying, your mother will definitely be sad too."

"Really, really?" Yuan Xing raised his head with swollen eyes, and his red nose twitched.

"Really." Wang Yuyang saw the well-behaved and strong child crying like this in the past, and his heart ached.

He tore a few pieces of paper, patiently helped Yuanxing wipe away the tears and snot all over his face, and continued to comfort him: "You will definitely find your mother, so don't cry little Yuanxing, if you cry like a piglet again, your mother will not I recognize you."

Yuan Xing let out a muffled voice: "...um."

"This is obedient." Wang Yuyang smiled at him, and couldn't help rubbing his wet eyelashes with his index finger.

Soft like a puppy's head and paws.

At this time, the driver finally sent the two to the hospital. Wang Yuyang took off his coat and put it on for Yuan Xing, leading them into the hospital.

Wang Jianyang is 1.8 meters [-] tall, and the hem of this coat falls below his knees.

For Yuan Xing, this dress was too long, directly wrapping his whole body in it.His shoulders were not wide enough, causing the clothes to slide down again and again, and the cuffs were too long, and his hands were tucked into the wide sleeves, which looked very funny.

Coupled with Wang Yuyang who was dressed in a formal suit next to him, the combination of the two attracted frequent glances from the surrounding people.

Wang Yuyang prepared a cup of hot water for Yuan Xing, asked him to hold it to warm his body, and found a thermometer for him to hold, and went to register with Yuan Xing's ID: "Xiao Yuan Xing, sit here and wait for me, don't run around .”

Yuan Xing held the paper cup, lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes covered his eyes, and whispered: "Mmm."

Most of the people waiting around were parents with children or grandparents with grandchildren. Yuan Xing bit the edge of the paper cup, looked around, envied, and his nose was sour.

But he looked forward again, saw Mr. Happy in the line, and saw him turn his head to look at him from time to time while queuing up, and the sadness in his heart was slowly soothed by the caring eyes.

Wang Yuyang in the team looked back at Yuan Xing, saw that he was still sitting obediently in his original position, and then looked away.

There were two or three people ahead, and while waiting, Wang Yuyang couldn't help looking through Yuanxing's disability certificate.

In the photo is Yuan Xing, full of vigor, with curved eyebrows and moles lying quietly under his eyes, smiling cutely, it seems that he has been cute since he was a child.

Wang Yuyang thought for a while, then looked back at Yuan Xing, quietly took out his mobile phone, and left a Yuan Xing for himself.

After registering the number, Wang Yuyang took Yuan Xing directly to the surgery department. The doctor looked at the thermometer and asked him to go for a blood test first.

The blood test requires blood to be taken from the ring finger. Yuan Xing felt terrified when he saw the needle, and shook his head at Wang Yuyang, and his mouth was aggrieved: "I don't want to..."

Seeing Yuan Xing's pitiful appearance, Wang Yuyang almost fell under the evil spirit, but for his health, he still rubbed his head and coaxed him to the blood collection window: "Be obedient, little Yuan Xing, get out of the hospital in a while." I'll buy you candy."

Sitting on the chair in the blood collection department, Yuan Xing sent his left hand over, while he turned his head to look at the other side, his lips were tightly pressed, and his expression was so nervous that he seemed to be going to die.

When the needle was stuck on the pulp of the finger, Yuan Xing couldn't help but tremble, and let out a "woo" from his throat, feeling extremely wronged.

And the moment the bright red blood came out, Wang Yuyang felt as if it was piercing his heart.

Back in the department, the doctor looked at the test report and asked Yuan Xing: "How long has it been since you had breakfast?"

Yuan Xing lowered his head and said nothing, but Wang Yuyang took the initiative to ask, "What's the matter, doctor?"

The doctor sighed and said, "The white blood cells are low, hypoglycemia, malnutrition, long-term irregular work and rest, and high fever of 39 degrees. How do you take care of your brother? What if the fever is stupid?"

Wang Yuyang didn't say a word: "..." He looked down at Yuan Xing and sighed inwardly.

The doctor withdrew his gaze and tapped on the keyboard: "Give me an injection."

Hearing this, Yuan Xing immediately raised his head again, and looked at Wang Yuyang with begging eyes. There was still a Band-Aid wrapped around his left ring finger, and a little blood was faintly leaking out.

Wang Qianyang asked, "Can I not get an injection?"

"No." The doctor said incredulously, "It will take several days for the infusion to heal. I think he has had a fever for more than a day, and the injection is still fast."

Yuan Xing didn't catch a cold a few days ago, but had a fever, but he didn't know it, so he just bought cold medicine and took it stupidly. After taking it for a few days, he thought he was fine and went to work.

As a result, he fainted again due to overwork.

Wang Jianyang looked at Yuan Xing, he seemed to understand clearly, and wanted to punish the child who didn't take good care of himself, but he asked again: "Is it necessary to get an injection?"

The doctor is also short-tempered: "Must!"

After taking the medicine, Wang Yuyang took Yuan Xing to the injection room. Yuan Xing held onto Wang Yuyang's sleeve the whole time, timidly, wishing he could take one step in three steps.

"I don't want to get an injection..." Yuan Xing whispered.

"I don't want you to get an injection either." Wang Jianyang sighed, "But for your health, you must get an injection."

"I, I really don't want to fight... I'm afraid..." Yuan Xing said again.

"I see." Wang Yuyang looked at the number at the door of the injection room, and it happened to be Yuan Xing's turn, so he pushed the door open, "But I still have to fight, obedient little Yuan Xing."

Yuan Xing was pulled into the room by Wang Yuyang, and muttered in a low voice, "I'm not happy at all."

The person in charge of the injection was a five- to sixty-year-old old woman who was also very violent: "Take off your pants and lie on the bed."

Yuan Xing's face turned red as soon as he heard that he took off his pants. He looked at the old woman hesitantly, and then at Wang Yuyang.

The old lady knocked open the small glass medicine bottle, and after injecting the medicine, she found that Yuan Xing hadn't taken off her pants: "What are you talking about?"

Then he went straight to him, lifted up the overcoat on Motoko's body, grabbed the elastic band of his trousers and pulled it down.

Directly feasted the eyes of Wang Yuyang who was on the side.