Jiaobai felt that he had a conflict with the Shen family.
In order to break free from the leash in the old man's hand and escape from the predicament, he paid the price of breaking his left hand. He went to No. 3 Middle School only after he had recovered.
As a result, after only one month of treatment, she was admitted to the hospital again for the sake of the younger one.
It’s the same hospital I stayed in last time, what a coincidence.
The hospital is under the Shen family, and everything has to be done according to the Shen family's wishes. Last time, Jiaobai was a small cabbage field that no one cared about. This time, with Young Master Shen's escort, the medical staff were not only puzzled, but also treated very differently. Jiaobai was admitted to the VIP room without any obstacles, received the best medical services, and a series of examinations went smoothly.
However, this did not alleviate his pain and depression.
Jiaobai was paralyzed on the hospital bed. His original body had collapsed and he had a lot of problems, big and small. After he took over, he wanted to repair it properly, but the dermatitis had not been resolved, his bones had been broken twice, and his coccyx had been injured.
The worst thing is that in the original book, Liang Dong only had one broken rib, but he had three.
What's the matter? You think his physique is far inferior to Liang Dong's, and it's unreasonable to cut off one of his hair, right
What the fuck.
The pain was so severe that he dared not cough or take a deep breath. He could only take small sips of air, but the pain still made him break into cold sweats and his limbs became weak.
No good, he must give himself some psychological counseling, otherwise he will be swallowed by negative energy.
So Jiaobai thought, he had died a long time ago, his body was torn into pieces with blood all over the ground. He was still alive now only because he was a player, a soul chosen by some mysterious rules.
That series of situations such as difficulty, passivity, and suffering must be endured and overcome.
There is no free lunch in the world.
Besides, he was supposed to be assigned to another world, to deal with twenty good friends, and to pull them one by one into the "My Boyfriend" group. Those were restricted, Shura-level, and full of anus.
The reason he was able to stay in "Broken Wings" was purely because a code error occurred during the teleportation process, and he was bound and fused with the dying original owner Wang Chuqiu, so he could not be modified and sent back to the correct world line that belonged to him.
Twenty becomes eight.
The "My Boyfriend" group turned into four groups talking about life and the world.
Non-restricted.
That’s enough, just be happy.
Jiaobai closed his eyes and curled up the corners of his mouth. Haha, I am such a little genius who can enlighten myself. Awesome.
I figured it out and felt relieved.
The mission must be completed, the permanent control of this body must be obtained, and the sin cannot be in vain. Revenge should be taken when revenge is needed, and grievance should be paid when grievance is needed.
When Shen Eryan entered the ward, he saw Jiaobai's curved lips. He was stunned for a moment before he closed the door gently.
Jiaobai didn't open his eyes. It hurt for him to speak, so he temporarily refused to communicate with Shen Er'an.
Shen Er'an stood beside the bed for a moment, lowered his head, and told Jiao Bai the test results revealed by the doctor.
Words like "no damage to organs", "no surgery needed", "fixation belt" and so on kept drilling into Jiaobai's ears. His mind was full of them. Fortunately, he turned off the fire on the pot before going out, otherwise the pig's trotter would have turned into charcoal.
Shen Er'an came every day, three times a day, in the morning when he went to school, at noon when he got home from school, and in the evening when he got home from school. He stayed shorter in the morning and at noon, only about ten minutes, and longer in the evening, about half an hour to an hour. He usually didn't say anything, just sat quietly.
Jiaobai wanted to stop drinking water when he couldn't get up or lie down, but the doctor listed many diseases that would be caused by not drinking water, so he had to bite his teeth and drink. Every time Jiaobai couldn't hold it in and had to get up to urinate, as long as Shen Eran was beside him, he would immediately come to help him, and after he finished peeing, he would carefully protect him and lie down.
Shen Er'an's technique quickly went from clumsy to skilled, with the posture of a professional caregiver. It was obvious that he had learned it specifically in order to take good care of Jiaobai, and he knew how to do it in order to avoid pulling the Jiaobai to the fracture site.
But Jiao Bai was not frightened by Shen Er'an's attentiveness, nor was he overwhelmed with emotion. Because there was a related explanation in "Broken Wings", Shen Er'an also took care of Liang Dong, who broke his ribs for him.
The identity of best friend is really grafted onto茭白.
On the third day of hospitalization, the pain in Jiaobai was relieved. In the morning, he heard the notification sound of "Your friend is online". He looked at Shen Er'an who pushed the door into the ward and asked hoarsely, "How many?"
This question came out of the blue without any preparation, but Shen Er'an understood it. He said, "Seven."
Jiaobai blinked, and the clam mountain on Shen Er'an's avatar was originally bleak and gray, but now it has come back to life and has a little green.
Shen Er'an came over after school and put the bag on the table: "Not enough?"
Jiaobai came back to his senses: "Enough. I'm going to ask you a question, come and sit down."
Shen Er'an moved a chair and sat beside the bed.
So Jiaobai admired Shen Er'an's stunning beauty from a close distance. The group of people were smart and knew to avoid his face.
They must all know that as long as they don't cause any external injuries that can be seen by others at a glance, there will be no problem.
Because according to Shen Er'an's personality, he would not share his joys, sorrows, anger, and happiness with anyone, and would not let anyone know the wounds under his clothes.
Jiao Bai looked at Shen Er'an's long and thick eyelashes in a daze. What question should he ask? There was nothing good to ask, and he didn't care about the life and death of that group of people.
No, I have something to ask, think about which one to ask first, Jiaobai said, "I haven't spoken these days because I'm in a lot of pain, I'm not ignoring you on purpose." He said without thinking, "My back is a little itchy, can you scratch it for me?"
Shen Er'an raised his head but said nothing.
The atmosphere was a bit awkward.
Jiao Bai was wondering in his heart, if I let my future scumbag scratch my back, would that be considered as courting death? Or maybe not…
Before he could finish his mental process, a shadow appeared before his eyes.
Shen Er'an stood up, bent over and moved closer. His clean fingers touched the back collar of Jiaobai's hospital gown and scooped some of it out.
"Here?" The breath from Shen Er'an's mouth was warm, but his fingertips were a little cold.
The place where Jiaobai was touched had goose bumps on her skin: "Down, down, left, yes, right there, focus, focus, use some force, no, Master Shen, can you use a little more force?!"
Shen Er'an pursed his lips: "I'm afraid you'll feel pain."
"It's not my broken ribs that itch...hiss," Jiaobai felt pain when he got excited, so he closed his mouth. Shen Er'an also increased the strength slightly, just a little bit, very carefully.
"Okay, okay, okay, that's enough." Jiaobai's tone in the second half of the sentence was obviously much more relaxed and comfortable.
Shen Er'an sat back, put his hands on his legs, and looked over with a pair of eyes that seemed to be full of gray and dry stories, but were extremely pure and quiet.
"Thank you." Jiaobai raised the corners of his lips that were dry from blood loss. "The situation was urgent at the time, and I rushed in without thinking. If I had calmed down and thought about it, I definitely wouldn't have the courage and guts."
Shen Eran paused for a long time before speaking: "Why, in that place?"
"Looking for you." Jiaobai said as a matter of course, "We are roommates. You haven't come back so late, I have to go out and look for you."
Shen Eran looked at him for a while: "That place is far from the community."
Jiaobai glared at him. Why are you still asking questions? What answer do you want to hear? Just tell me and I will give it to you.
Shen Er'an lowered his eyes to look at the blue striped sheets on the hospital bed and stopped talking.
Jiaobai felt very dizzy, with double vision in front of his eyes. He tried hard to concentrate and control the frequency and strength of his breathing to make himself less painful: "Didn't your family send someone to protect you?"
Shen Er'an remained silent.
Jiaobai sighed: "You are a young master after all."
Shen Er'an gently and slowly stroked a piece of the bed sheet. There was no sympathy or pity in this man's words. He didn't need it either.
only,
There wasn't even a hint of surprise.
Shen Er'an was relieved. This person could contact Qinxin Garden's servants and bodyguards, Kang Bo, Qi Shuang, grandma, and his father. Then the other party could guess what kind of relationship the Shen family father and son had.
Jiaobai knew about it, but he didn't learn it from the people around him. He had read the comics and knew how much Shen Er'an disliked Shen Laogou.
As for the old lady, she was not fair. She regarded the grandson born from a tea-picking girl who was not presentable as far less important than her son who she had given birth to with great difficulty. When there was no need to choose between the two, the old lady was a good Chinese grandmother. Once she had to choose between the two, she would choose the person in charge of the Shen family without hesitation.
Jiaobai guessed that after Shen Eran had a fight with someone at school, the old lady must have arranged some people, but they were withdrawn by Shen Laogou
Old Dog Shen will also have an illegitimate child.
That was after Shen Eran graduated from university.
In other words, the illegitimate child’s mother hasn’t met Old Dog Shen yet.
Jiaobai moved his body slightly. He definitely couldn't spoil the story. If it got out... Wow, come and see, this guy has the ability to predict the future! Catch him!
"People of our age are more or less conceited and think they are awesome." Jiaobai's tone was very calm, but his eyes were very bright. "That's an illusion. We are not awesome at all. We are just ordinary teenagers in an ordinary adolescence. Ordinary people, flesh and blood, have only one life."
Shen Er'an looked at him blankly.
Jiao Bai did not meet Shen Er'an's eyes. He faced the ceiling, his neck was pale and his features were fragile, like a dying swan. But he had strength in him. No matter how many times he was crushed by fate, he could always get up. As long as he was alive, there was hope.
"You know what I mean, your family doesn't care about you, so you have to find a way to protect yourself."
Jiaobai then said, "How about I lend you some money?"
Shen Eran: “…”
Wild rice: “…”
Not really. The old lady wouldn't be too stingy with her grandson when it comes to living expenses.
Young Master Shen doesn't care about his clothes. The collar of his shirt under his school uniform is pilled from being rubbed by him. It's definitely not because he is poor, he just doesn't covet material things.
Sure enough, Jiaobai heard Shen Eran say, "I have money."
"Someone is using it." Shen Er'an stood beside the bed with his head down and whispered, "I will pay attention."
Jiaobai nodded. It seemed that the young master thought it was unnecessary before and would be more careful in the future. He exhaled a few times and said, "My cell phone is in the pants I took off. Did you see it?"
Shen Er'an rubbed his fingertips over and over again, his eyes fixed on nowhere.
Jiaobai sensed a hint of something unusual. Did this young master enter some strange mode after he was injured
After a long while, Shen Eran said slowly: "When I was washing your clothes, I forgot to take out your phone."
Jiaobai felt that he could not understand Mandarin: "Wait, you wash my clothes? You wash them for me?"
Shen Er'an was somewhat stunned by his big reaction: "I washed it by the way."
It's hard to describe茭白 in a few words. Is it so convenient? Brother, you are the protagonist of this world.
"Is my phone still alive?" Jiaobai said calmly.
Shen Er'an nodded: "Alive." He paused and scratched his smooth nails like a child who had done something wrong, "The sticker on the case is broken."
"The sticker is broken, it's nothing. I thought the phone was dead. Please bring it with me next time you come to the hospital." Jiaobai has passed the most painful period. He is alive again and misses his dear lover. Jiaobai is not worried that the secrets on the phone will be seen by Shen Eran. He has a password lock and fingerprint lock for double insurance. Besides, the secrets only involve Zhang Zhen.
Shen Er'an suddenly asked: "Do you have a friend who needs to be contacted?"
"No," Jiaobai squinted, "I'm just bored."
Shen Er'an said nothing more.
Jiaobai's throat was itchy and he couldn't help coughing. The pain made him roar like a pig being slaughtered, with tears streaming down his face.
Shen Eryan wanted to call a doctor, but Jiaobai stopped him. What's the point of calling? Can the doctor feel the pain for him
Jiaobai didn't dare to cough again for a short time, even though the doctor encouraged him to cough.
The atmosphere in the ward was heavy and depressing. Shen Eryan seemed to be trying to find a topic: "You were in the lounge of Fuyuan Building that night..."
What are you doing? The spirit of wild rice perked up a little.
Shen Er'an's objective evaluation: "The acting is a bit exaggerated."
Jiaobai: “…” Some things are better just known, and there’s no need to speak them out.
However, Master Shen clearly knew that he was acting, so why did he take the bait? I'm afraid Qi Zizhi also saw it.
After all, Jiaobai's acting was so bad that even he himself wanted to yue.
But the tears were real. Five of them.
"You act all the time." Shen Eryan pulled the corners of the curtains tightly to prevent any light from coming in and shining on the person on the bed.
Jiaobai had a strange look on his face. What did Shen Eran mean? Was he addicted to watching the show and became his fan
However, I didn’t say it before, now that he’s not acting, he’s really uncomfortable: “I can’t lie down, I want to sit up.”
Shen Er'an's face was tense, still young and immature: "It will be better in a few days." His tone became lower and softer, "You, bear with it."
"Okay, I'll bear with it."
Jiaobai forced himself to sleep, and he would be fine once he fell asleep. When his head felt heavy, he heard Shen Er'an's hoarse and muffled voice, "Why did you deliberately do those things that disgusted me when you first came to No. 3 Middle School?"
The word "deliberately" sobered Jiao Bai up instantly. He thought of many countermeasures in an instant, and finally just kicked the ball to the server: "Are you disgusting?"
"No, it doesn't matter." Shen Er'an faced the curtains, his long and thick eyelashes drooped, casting a faint shadow under his eyelids.
Jiao Bai laughed: "Master Shen, if it doesn't matter, then why are you asking me this question?"