Lazy cancer late stage

Chapter 7

"Aren't you stupid!" Songsang took the bowl and knocked him on the head with his hand.Looking at the bowl again, two-thirds of it has been eaten.I wipe, such a big bowl!

"Are you still hungry? Have you eaten so much?"

He stopped and licked his lips like a dog. "fine."

"What do you mean by okay?"

"Uh...not hungry or full."

Songsang reached into his bed and touched his belly.Yang Zhi was taken aback, "What are you doing?"

"Let me see how big your belly is." Songsang rubbed it, it was really chubby, then withdrew her hand and gave him a blank look, "The rest is mine."

Disgustingly stuffed the remaining baked rice, and shared the small cake with Xuecai.Satisfied, Songsang went to wash the dishes.

Yangzhi's hand speed for so many years is not amazing, and he finished coding the remaining [-] characters after two o'clock in the afternoon.After typing the words "End of the full text", two of his three souls have come out of his body, and Xuecai ran away holding the USB flash drive as if he had found a treasure.

"Come back to play with you later, I'm going to revise the manuscript."

Reluctantly sending her out, Songsang rushed back to help Yang Zhi catch the two souls, and shook his shoulder, "Hey, are you okay?"

"Ahem!" Yang Zhi rolled his eyes, looking like he was about to die.

Seeing that his complexion was really bad, Songsang slapped his face, "Yangzhi, you won't have a cerebral hemorrhage, right?"

"Songsang, I'm a little dizzy."

Tsk, no way.Songsang thought for a while, "Wait a minute."

He ran to the kitchen to make a glass of glucose syrup for Yang Zhi, which he bought by the way when he went to the supermarket last time.He has a bit of hypoglycemia, and occasionally drinks, but he doesn't know if it will work for the supine stop tube.

"Hmm~" Helping him to sit up, Songsang moved the cup to his mouth, "Drink some of this."

"Help me move the computer away first." Yang Zhi often suffers from eye pain, especially after staring at the screen for hours, unable to open his eyes.

Songsang had no choice but to help him move away and continue to feed him water.

"Well~ it's pretty sweet." Yang Zhi licked his lips and commented.

"I said," Songsang put the empty water glass on the bedside table and helped him to lie down, "If you are really tired, take a rest, you can't ruin your body." Even Songsang felt that this job was not for ordinary people Yes, writing can really bring life to life.

Yang Zhi closed his eyes to recuperate, and said vaguely "Yeah."

"You agree?"

"No."

"I didn't agree with you, what the hell!" Songsang really wanted to suffocate him with a pillow, "I don't want to collect your body."

"Songsang..." Yang Zhi closed his eyes and whispered.

"what?"

"I sleep for half an hour, and call me after half an hour."

"Fuck!" Songsang didn't know what to say, "Go to sleep."

I'm not calling you.

Songsang turned on the music software and repeated a few Mozart pieces, which were said to be particularly hypnotic.Just sit on a lazy chair and play with your phone.Watching Yang Zhi sleep for several hours, he didn't wake up until nine o'clock in the evening.

Songsang boiled a pot of porridge with preserved eggs and lean meat, Yang Zhi woke up and found that his head was heavier, and he was a little hungry because of the smell.Looking out the window, it was already brightly lit.It was completely dark.

"Songsang..." He squeezed his temples and sat up.

"Huh? Wake up." Songsang brought the porridge to his bedside.

"what time is it?"

"It's almost 09:30."

Yang Zhi didn't seem to be angry either, but his whole body was already weak, and he said weakly, "I'm so uncomfortable."

"Huh?" Songsang felt that his face was a little redder than usual, and touched his forehead, feeling a little hot, "Maybe a little fever."

"I want to throw up."

"Because I slept all afternoon." Songsang scooped up a spoonful of porridge, "Eat something first."

Yang Zhi swallowed obediently, with tears in his eyes, he just stared at Songsang with teary eyes, "I still want to vomit."

Songsang had no choice but to put down the porridge, "Let me pour you a glass of water."

"it is good."

After drinking the water, help him to go to the toilet.Yang Zhi began to hold the computer and type again.

"Can you do it?" Songsang looked on and worried.

"Leave me alone."

Tsk, this kid couldn't listen to anything when he started coding.

Yang Zhi fought for three hours, and suddenly fell on the bed frowning, covering his eyes with his hands, looking extremely painful.

Songsang, who was sleeping next to her, was startled, and hurriedly pulled his hand away, "It's all right."

"My eyes hurt."

"Okay, okay, don't write anymore." Songsang helped him file the files and moved the computer down, "It's more than 9000 words, and I will finish it tomorrow."

Yang Zhi groaned for a while, turned over and buried his face in the pillow, acquiescing at that time. "Backache."

"..." Songsang stared at him silently for a while, then pressed her hand on his waist helplessly.After rubbing it for a while, I couldn't help asking: "I said, do you suffer from kidney deficiency?"

Although Yang Zhi was lying on his stomach, he raised his hand accurately and threw it back, hitting Songsang right in the face.

"I won't pinch you anymore if you do this again."

"You have a kidney deficiency." Yang Zhi gave him a blank look.

Songsang thumped his back angrily, "You'll get sick sooner or later. If you don't exercise for a long time, it will definitely be bad for your bones and skin."

"Ah."

"When you get old, you will suffer. I guess your teeth will fall out, and your waist will not be straight. Go out and walk while you are young. Do you want to lie down for the rest of your life? After you get old, you will have time to lie down." Songsang Can't help nagging.

"It's annoying."

Song Sangyang patted him on the back, "Don't talk nonsense!"

"Obviously you are talking nonsense..."

"Stop hammering!"

"Uncomfortable~"

"..." Songsang felt like an old woman, and continued to rub his waist resignedly. "Hey, do your parents know what you look like?"

"know."

"They don't care about you?"

"They don't care."

"..." Songsang was speechless, "Is it his own?"

"Um......"

Yangzhi was pressed very comfortably, lying on the bed, answering Songsang's words without a word, and slowly fell asleep.

Seeing that he was silent, Songsang covered him with a quilt and lay down on his side.

Listening to his breathing, Songsang felt an inexplicable sense of stability.This feeling is very strange, they have only known each other for half a month, but Songsang has been following him non-stop to take care of him in the past ten days, and she has become so familiar with him unconsciously.

Yang Zhi is becoming more and more shameless, the more he lives, the more he looks like a child, and he will never do things by himself.Songsang was still determined, seeing him like that, he couldn't ignore him, he was busy like an old lady.Perhaps because of knowing him better, Yang Zhi is a very simple person, so simple that one can let go of all grievances and defenses.

When Songsang woke up the next day, he found that something was wrong. He had already kicked off the quilt on Yangzhi, his face was flushed abnormally, his whole body was sweating, and his breathing was not smooth.

Songsang hurriedly reached out and touched his forehead, and sure enough he had a fever.

Cursing secretly, he hurried downstairs to buy medicine.He should have been fed medicine yesterday, and it looks like his fever is above 38°.

He hurried back, washed the thermometer and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Um~" He frowned and spat out.

"Hold it." Songsang stuffed him in again, "The thermometer."

Yang Zhi was obviously conscious, and when he heard the word "thermometer", he obediently held his mouth shut.

Songsang took a basin of cold water, wiped his body, and wiped him again with alcohol.Yang Zhi shivered several times due to the cold liquid sticking to his body.

I took out the thermometer and took a look. Sure enough, it was almost 39°.Yangzhi usually has very bad living habits, but this time he was so weak that he seemed about to faint at any time.Half asleep.

"Songsang, I feel bad." The hair in front of Yang Zhi's forehead was wet with sweat, sticking to his red face, and he looked at him with half-open eyes.Like a big dog.

Songsang's paternity was suddenly aroused, and she couldn't help but whispered: "Eat something first and then take medicine, and you won't feel uncomfortable after a good sleep."

Yang Zhi was dizzy, and didn't know if he listened or not.

Songsang cooked clear porridge, coaxed and lied to him, and finally got him to eat it.After 10 minutes, he was given medicine again.

"Still uncomfortable."

"Sleep a while."

Yang Zhi frowned, "I feel like I'm going to die."

"It's just a fever, are you stupid?"

"I've never had a fever."

Songsang was a little surprised, "Really?"

"Yeah." Yang Zhi nodded.

Songsang didn't know what to say, so she touched his forehead again, "That's really embarrassing you."

"I'm fine, why do I have a fever?"

Are you sure you are in good health? "Have you always been like this?"

"Ok?"

"Don't get up, don't take a bath. How long have you been like this?" Songsang couldn't believe that he had been like this since he was born.

"Hmm~" Yang Zhi thought for a while, "It's been two or three years, I forgot."

That is, the problem that I suffered after writing the article. "Should I call your parents and ask them to come and see you?"

"Wait." Yang Zhi suddenly showed a very uncomfortable expression.

"what happened?"

"I want to throw up."

"Ah?" Seeing that his expression was not joking, Songsang hurriedly fetched the trash can, "Don't spit on the bed."

Yang Zhi felt nauseated in his stomach, the bitter taste of the medicine he had just taken seemed to remain on the tip of his tongue, constantly stimulating his taste buds.

"Is it hard?"

"Ah."

Songsang didn't know what to do, so she gave him a hand, "Spitting it out should make you feel better."

The feeling of blockage in the stomach is getting stronger and stronger, as if it will rush out at any time.Yang Zhi endured it, but finally couldn't hold it back, and finally vomited it out with a "wow".He didn't eat anything, and all he vomited out was the porridge and sour water he just drank. He vomited three times in a row, and even tears were forced out.

Songsang knew how uncomfortable it was when she saw it, and kept reciting to him, "Are you all right, are you feeling better?"

After vomiting, I felt better in my stomach, but my body was even more weak, and I lay limply on my back, my face turned pale.

"Rinse your mouth first." Songsang brought him a glass of warm water, he rinsed his mouth, and spit it into the trash can.

Songsang supported his neck with one hand, and fed him water with one hand, "Come, drink the rest."

"This water is salty."

"I put some salt."

"It's hard to drink."

Songsang brought the cup closer to his mouth, "Stop talking nonsense and drink quickly."

Yang Zhi frowned and swallowed.

Songsang took the water glass away and asked him, "Do you want to sleep for a while?"

"Bring me my computer."

"No." Songsang refused without hesitation, "I will not work until you are well."

"I haven't finished writing yesterday's manuscript."

Songsang pressed him on the bed, and said earnestly, "I'll write when I'm well."

Yang Zhi stared at him, "I won't write anything today, I will add more later."

Ma Dan, is this a human job?Songsang cursed secretly, "Please take a vacation."

Yang Zhi really didn't have any strength at all, "Then you must call me this afternoon."

"Yes." Songsang nodded helplessly, "I promise not to deceive you this time."