This Guy is Wrong

   Chapter 1160 Medical opinion (17)

   "I have a prediction about my own body." Chu Zheng's tone was a little cold, but he was also very determined: "Doctor Yu, don't worry."

  Yu Jian was stunned for a moment. Did she say she had a prediction about her own body?

   At most, most people will say that they know what they have in mind, that there will be no problems, and they will not say such words.

  Yu Jian probably knew that Chuzheng could not be driven away. Her family didn't seem to be here, and the nanny was hired to take care of her, so it was probably useless.

  Yu Jian took a step back: "I'll ask the nurse to make an extra bed for you, you wait a while."

  Chuzheng looked at the cramped **** bed and Yu Jian's bed, but had no objection.

   The nurse quickly pushed the bed and came over. During the placement, she kept looking at Chuzheng, almost rushed over and grabbed her to ask what it had to do with Dr. Yu.

  Yu Jian didn't look at Chuzheng, but took the internal documents to see that the nurse probably saw that his face was not good, and Chuzheng was cold and cold, so he didn't dare to talk to him, so he quickly sorted out and withdrew from the ward.

   Chuzheng didn't talk much, so he lay down and took out his mobile phone to play.

   "It's time for you to sleep." Yu Jian put down the things in his hand at some point and looked at her sideways.

   "It's still early."

  Yu Jian stared at her.

   Chuzheng turned over and turned his back to him.

  Yu Jian had a feeling of 'there are rebellious children at home', he propped himself down to the ground, leaned over and took away the phone from her hand: "Since you want to be here, you have to listen to me."

   "You are so annoying."

  Yu Jian stepped back and sat on the edge: "Then you go home."

"No return."

   Trying to trick me into going back, there is no door!

  If you weren't my good person card, I could accompany you here to suffer, little things have no conscience at all.

   Chuzheng had a few thoughts in his heart, maybe feeling angry, he put his hands around his chest, trying to hug himself to calm down this anger.

  Yu Jian glanced at the person with her back to her, and then looked down at her phone. She just opened a video app and stayed on the homepage.

  Yu Jian pointed to the historical record and swiped down, all kinds of TV dramas, all of which are currently on the air or have been on the air in the past.

   The expressionless little girl actually likes to follow this kind of drama...

  Yu Jian remembered a word on the Internet, the contrast is cute.

   He slid his finger down, and the style of the painting changed when he reached the bottom. It was something messy and unpopular, but professional.

   There’s even something historical…

  Yu Jian put his mobile phone aside, lay down and turned off the light without looking at anything.

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  Chuzheng said it was taking care of him, but in fact he did nothing but pour him a glass of water. The surgeons and nurses found that Chuzheng was here, and they formed a group to watch every day.

  Someone discovered that she was the local tyrant who had donated a batch of equipment posted by the hospital recently, and there were all kinds of rumors for a while.

  Yu Jian can receive glances from colleagues or ambiguous or gossip from time to time.

  So Yu Jian didn't want to stay in the hospital for too long, he was sure that he could be discharged and went through the discharge procedures immediately.

  The hospital has hired a doctor from another place, so he can recover for a while.

   Chuzheng carried something and sent Yu Jian back to the apartment.

  Yu Jian didn't want to, but he couldn't refuse!

   This little girl doesn't give people a chance to refuse at all, just like that meal issue, you haven't figured out how to refuse, she has already arranged the car, just waiting for you to get in the car.

  Yu Jian and Chuzheng entered the apartment lobby, but both elevators were posted with maintenance notes.

Next to   , the manager of the apartment was watching.

   "There is something wrong with the elevator. I want you to go up the stairs."

  Yu Jian frowned slightly: "Both elevators are out of order?"

   The plumber was also very worried: "Yes, I don't know what's going on. It's still being overhauled, and it may not be fixed in a while."

  Usually walking up the stairs is fine, but Yu Jian's legs can't be too hard, so it seems a little difficult to climb upstairs.

   Chuzheng boss didn't think about his hardware problems at all, he was eager to show his "boyfriend power": "I carry you?"

   Yu Jian's eyes twitched, he looked at her small body, and took a deep breath: "I don't want to be a murderer."

  Yu Jian walked towards the stairs with a cane.

   Chuzheng looked at himself up and down, and in the end he could only swear in his heart.

   This broken body.

  Yu Jian's apartment was on the 16th floor. He was inconvenient, so he stopped and walked to the 15th floor.

   When going upstairs, his legs used too much force, which caused Yu Jian to feel pain, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

   Just when Yu Jian thought he would fall, someone behind him supported him.

The    wrist was grasped by the warm hand, gently supporting him.

  Yu Jian immediately threw off Chuzheng's hand and leaned against the wall to take a breath. He was startled that he was moving too much, and looked at Chuzheng hesitantly.

   The latter didn't have any superfluous expressions, and asked him lightly: "Can you still go?"

  Yu Jian opened his lower lip and nodded without saying the last word.

   She knows her habits, and has always followed his habits, without any physical contact with him.

  Yu Jian doesn't understand this girl very much.

  Occasionally he acts domineering and has no room for negotiation, and occasionally small details always make people feel warm.

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   After entering the apartment, Yu Jian went back to the bedroom immediately, and when he came out, he had already changed into a set of clothes.

  Yu Jian poured her a glass of water and limped to check the food in the refrigerator.

"hungry?"

"Um."

   "Then I'll do whatever I want."

   Chuzheng looked at his legs.

  Yu Jian seemed to know what she was thinking: "It's okay to cook."

  It may be that he was hospitalized these days, and there are not many ingredients at home. Yu Jian said casually, but it was really casual, just a bowl of noodles.

  After eating, Chuzheng rushed ahead of Yu Jian and threw the bowl into the dishwasher, acting rudely and boldly, as if it was not a bowl but a bomb.

  Yu Jian listened and counted how many bowls he would be beaten.

   In the end, when Chuzheng was finished, his bowls were still alive.

  Yu Jian leaned against the table, the light-colored home clothes and the light of the crystal lamp fell, which made the man's face look like perfection.

   Chuzheng came over, his eyes met him, his steps paused slightly, and his eyes met silently.

   Chuzheng approached him, Yu Jian suddenly looked away, turned around, left the dining table, and returned to the living room.

   Chuzheng rubbed his fingertips on his clothes, and passed by as if nothing had happened.

  Yu Jian saw that she didn't leave: "You don't plan to live with me, do you?"

"Can't?"

   "Forget the hospital, but... this is my home, it's not good to be alone in a room." When Yu Jian said this, for some reason, the speed of his speech was a little slow, as if he was jumping out word by word.

"I do not mind."

"I mind."

  Yu Jian's last three words were extremely serious.

  Chuzheng didn't stay in the end, just went downstairs and bought him some things to fill up his refrigerator.

  Yu Jian looked at it, and it was simply full of refills—a mess and everything.

   "Call me for anything." Chu Zheng paused: "Do you have my phone number?"

   "Well." Yu Jian sent Chuzheng out: "Be careful on the road."

   (end of this chapter)