no way

Chapter 27 Acting like a baby?

Yan Jianghe went to the kitchen to cook a pot of hot and fragrant white porridge.He made clear soup with little water, good people smacked their tongues after eating it, but it was especially suitable for feeding sick people.

When Yan Jianghe came into the room with the porridge, Yan Meitong didn't know how to operate it, but went to bed and was pushing his head against Cong Cong's neck.It was so engrossed and tireless that it pushed the quilt away.

Zhang Cong was obviously not feeling well, his neck was moving around, but he was so weak that he couldn't avoid Yan Meitong's attack at all.

Yan Jianghe put down the porridge, picked up the back of Yan Meitong's neck mercifully, and threw it on the ground, he said amusedly: "Is it the little turtle who is looking for the little turtle, you are quite close to him."

Yan Meitong was scolded for no reason, but could only meow back and forth, her throat narrowed and her voice flattered in a melodious and melodious way.

Yan Jianghe didn't like its "father-in-law look", it was too pretentious and artificial.So he only gave him a supercilious look.

"Zhang Cong, get up." Yan Jianghe pulled Zhang Cong up from the bed and let him lean on his shoulders, "Eat something, or your stomach will break if you take the medicine and you will leak."

Yan Jianghe picked up the porridge and fed a few bites into Zhang Cong's mouth.He is not a master who knows how to serve others, so his methods are naturally not very gentle, but he is still a doctor anyway, and it is not a problem to feed a patient a few mouthfuls of porridge.Although Zhang Cong was facing him, he wanted to choke on the lack of goods so that he could have a long memory.

Zhang Cong drank a bowl of porridge slowly for a little while and couldn't go on. Yan Jianghe was not satisfied and continued to pour it in: "Drink some more, have you eaten today? I think you have hypoglycemia, right? Look how dizzy you are."

But this time he couldn't pry Zhang Cong's mouth open.Yan Jianghe sighed and had to give up: "Okay."

He put down the porridge bowl, and helped Zhang Cong lie back down again.Yan Meitong is really an ass thing, this time it raised its hoof to tickle the bed, but it's a pity that it is so thick that it can't grow a hair even when it stretches its head.

Yan Jianghe tapped Yan Meitong lightly with his toe, making it run around in place: "Don't make trouble with him, he feels uncomfortable."

"Don't go to the hospital." Zhang Cong snorted again in a daze, his voice was so hoarse that he almost didn't move, like a cracked firewood.

Yan Jianghe: "..."

He sat by the bed, reached for the alcohol, and sighed: "No, just don't go, just look at your pitiful appearance."

Yan Jianghe pulled some cotton wool again: "You fight a little bit, get the fever away quickly, and I won't go."

In order to let Zhang Cong's fever go down quickly, Yan Jianghe condescended to wipe his body for physical cooling.He took off Zhang Cong's clothes, from top to bottom, from left to right in order, while rubbing some specific parts, while gently patting his skin until it turned slightly red.

When it touched Zhang Cong's elbow, Yan Jiang couldn't help being stunned.He saw a large area of ​​blue in Zhang Cong's veins, and he could still see the obvious needle holes.

"Did you draw blood?" Yan Jianghe frowned, then picked up Zhang Cong's other arm to look, and there was actually one too.

"School physical examination?" Yan Jianghe shook his head, this is not the time either.Besides, the little blood collected in the physical examination is not enough to bite the tongue, so how can the arm be so beating.

He looked at the two pinholes on the left and right of Zhang Cong's arm, and thought that the boy must have not pressed the blood well after drawing the blood, and it was all blue, and it would probably hurt for two days.

One of the needle holes is obvious, and it probably took a few days, but the other one is not so fresh.It seems that the two time stamps are different time stamps, but the difference is not too far.

"Did you donate blood?" Yan Jianghe was confused.Where does a bastard like Zhang Cong get his kindness?Picked out from the belly of a beast?He changed his mind and decided that it was absolutely impossible, blood donation would not be so frequent, and Zhang Cong was only seventeen, a minor, so he couldn't donate.

He can't do it emotionally or rationally.What's the matter?Yan Jianghe rubbed Zhang Cong with alcohol for a while, and after rubbing twice, his eyes suddenly widened, and his eyes were full of disbelief.

He just stood there in a daze, as if he was about to stare Zhang Cong under the bed.

He remembered Zhang Cong's money that was blown by some strong wind.And what the little nurse said when we were eating in the cafeteria - a blood dealer was caught in the city.I set up a small clinic, specially picking foreigners and minors, and squatted at the entrance of the hospital for a while.

At this moment, the speculation that surged up in Yan Jianghe's mind was tantamount to thunder and fire.He just felt that his veins were bursting, the fire was rampant, and the leaves of his lungs vibrated, and his temper immediately rolled to his limbs and bones.

Yan Jianghe threw the cotton in his hand, and his hands were frozen for several seconds without daring to move.He was afraid that he couldn't hold back, and Zhang Cong was beaten to death with a big ear scraper.As for Zhang Cong's current muddy sex that can't support the wall, if he strikes in a rage, he may really be able to kill someone.

Yan Jianghe's throat exploded, and he opened his mouth and gushed out: "You fucking bastard!"

He yelled so loudly, the anger in his belly was aroused, and he played with explosions.Zhang Cong was used to life and death, he probably felt it was too noisy, so he turned his head in a daze, avoiding Yan Jianghe's sight.On the other hand, the innocent Yan Meitong was not so bold. The blind cat's fur was ruffled by the shock, and it got under the table and stood upright, squatting motionless, like a sketched sculpture.

Yan Jianghe moved his gaze, and stared at the alcohol on the table for a long time, until Zhang Cong's exposed arm twitched a few times due to the cold, and he came back to his senses.

Yan Jianghe lifted Zhang Cong's arm, rubbed it twice with his warm palm, and stuffed it back into the quilt.

He didn't curse any more, but continued to wipe Zhang Cong's body with an obviously restrained face.

While wiping the popliteal cavity, Yan Jianghe took off Zhang Cong's trousers.It doesn't matter if you pick it up, he laughed angrily after it was done.

Finally, Yan Jianghe couldn't hold back, and threw Zhang Cong's only one-piece trousers on his head, covering his face. Then, Yan Jianghe almost bit Zhang Cong's nose: "Just a pair of trousers, why don't you have any legs?" Did it freeze and crack? I’ll take you to the orthopedics department to be registered as an expert and nail it!”

He really underestimated Zhang Cong. This kid is so capable that he can annoy people to death.

Zhang Cong's eyes were closed. After being knocked down by one of his pants, his head struggled for a long time, and finally arched out.He had a fever and had shortness of breath, but now he was probably holding back, and he gasped for breath as soon as he exposed his head.He couldn't keep his eyelids open, basically lingering on his last breath.

"..." Yan Jianghe covered Zhang Cong with the quilt silently, walked over, took the pants and threw them aside.

Zhang Cong was sweating again, and Yan Jianghe took two tissues from the bedside table and wiped him.

Zhang Cong was confused, and when Yan Jianghe was about to stop, his face came over again and stuck to Yan Jianghe's palm.

"...This trick again? It's not over yet, right?" Yan Jianghe said, "What are you doing, acting like a baby? Let me tell you, I don't want to do this."

Zhang Cong's lips were pale and dry, and he was breathing hot air between his lips, but he seemed to control his trembling as much as possible.Yan Jianghe almost felt that there was an unbearable groan between his lips and teeth, and he refused to let it go, and his breath was full of pain.

Yan Jianghe clicked his tongue, and gently pushed Zhang Cong's face with his palm: "You poor little boy, you really deserve it."

After wiping Zhang Cong's body, Yan Jianghe found another set of sportswear from his closet, took a long while to change it for him, and gave Zhang Cong medicine.Zhang Cong finally couldn't hold on this time, and lost consciousness completely.

In the first half of the night, Yan Jianghe didn't close his eyes at all, and occasionally gave Zhang Cong a few sips of water.It wasn't until almost two o'clock in the middle of the night that Zhang Cong's fever subsided.

Yan Jianghe breathed a sigh of relief, it seems that there is no need to go to the hospital tonight.Only then did he pinch out Yan Meitong who had been squatting under the table not daring to raise her head, and at the same time turned over a quilt to hug her, and walked to the living room swaying.

He squeezed the cat's ears and sat down on the sofa, feeling that his bones were about to fall apart.I don't know if it's tired or angry, it's more uncomfortable than going into the operating room to open the night stage.

Zhang Cong has been making him very irritable.But he really didn't expect to be so annoying.

Yan Jianghe believes that Zhang Cong's bones are crooked and twisted into twists, which urgently needs to be corrected.But he didn't guess that Zhang Cong's bones were made of steel knives, it doesn't matter if you twist them, and with a sharp blade, he made eighteen turns sharply, which can almost tear Zhang Cong's internal organs. , cutting Zhang Cong's life into scars and blood.

How can a 17-year-old kid not do good deeds all day long and be fined if he is not promoted?Described as "crazy", "crazy" should be ashamed.

"I really underestimated you." Yan Jianghe lay on the sofa with his head up.He put Yan Meitong on his chest, rolled up the quilt on his legs.

The problem boy is not only crooked, but also hard and sharp.He is a stubborn, stinky stone, with extremely ugly edges and corners, which makes people angry.

And Yan Jianghe remembered Zhang Cong's sketchbook again.Zhang Cong's paintings are quite different from his own. The pictures are clean and the brush strokes are very delicate. Yan Jianghe can even think of the barbs on the red rose.Zhang Cong didn't ignore such a small thing.Why couldn't Yan Jiang think again, what would it be like if the stone could be knocked open?Thinking about it, he found it hard to imagine.

A divisive, sick teenager.To live is to toss myself to death, to live every day like a burial alive.

"Old man, old man, I think you've made a mistake." Yan Jianghe rubbed the cat's head, causing Yan Meitong to squirm, "He's not grabbing you as a straw, he's trying to kill himself."

Yan Jianghe turned over, facing the back of the sofa, and closed his eyes.