Qi Beisong gestured for silence and closed the sliding door between the inner and outer wards.
Cheng Ji looked at him silently.
Qi Beisong looked around but couldn't find a chair. As the sofa was too narrow to accommodate a grown man, Chen Chuan dragged all the chairs to the outer room and used them as extra beds.
He had no choice but to squat at the head of the bed and whispered: "I was wrong about what happened today..."
Cheng Ji interrupted hoarsely: "Don't explain, I can see it, but I'm in pain and don't have the patience to listen. Wait until I get through tonight."
Qi Beisong touched his nose and said, "Let's put things in perspective. Anyway, I apologize for what happened today. If you have any health problems, I will be responsible."
"No need." Cheng Ji was still angry and spoke in a harsh tone.
"How about asking the doctor to give you a shot of morphine?"
"No, I'm not that bad."
Qi Beisong said: "I... I got you a card from Zhao Xiaojing."
"What?" Cheng Ji asked.
Qi Beisong took out his bank card and placed it next to his pillow: "Just swipe it, even to buy a car. I held his head down to make him transfer the money."
Cheng Ji said, "Are you kidding me?"
Qi Beisong said: "You have been asking for compensation, and they have paid you."
"When did I say I wanted money?" Cheng Ji was surprised. His memory in the hospital was fragmented, and he couldn't remember the part about hanging Qi Beisong's neck to ask for money.
"..." Qi Beisong straightened up, "Then let's just do this. I'm leaving now. You can keep the card first. Don't let Zhao Xiaojing get away with it."
Cheng Ji shouted in a low voice: "Hey!"
Qi Beisong stopped.
Cheng Ji said: "Tell that fat guy - Zhao Xiaojing - to clean his neck and wait for me. I won't let him go!"
Qi Beisong said: "You should take care of yourself first."
Cheng Ji shouted again: "Hey!"
"Um?"
"Thank you for taking care of my mother. Please thank Wang Beifeng for me."
"That's not necessary. He's excited to work for you!" Qi Beisong said sourly, and he didn't even realize how jealous he was.
"Hey..." Cheng Ji spoke for the last time.
"how?"
Cheng Ji bit his lower lip and said reluctantly: "You came at the right time, you... Tsk..."
Qi Beisong immediately understood: "You want to go to the toilet?"
Cheng Ji blushed: "… It's late at night, I'm embarrassed to wake Chuanzi up."
Qi Beisong frowned and said, "What's wrong with you? He stayed here just to help you do this!"
He bent down to look for the urinal under the bed, looking very skilled, because Mr. Qi was in poor health this year and had a heart operation. He and the security staff officer basically stayed with him during the half month of hospitalization. Zheng Haiping had a child, and the old man didn't want to let him get tired.
"No need for that, just give me a hand." Cheng Ji stretched out his hand.
Qi Beisong asked: "Do you want to get out of bed?"
Cheng Ji said: "It's been almost eight hours since I came out of the emergency room. Why can't I get out of bed?"
"Didn't the doctor say that it's best not to move around for 24 hours to prevent the wound from breaking?"
"Help me." Cheng Ji was determined.
Qi Beisong lifted the quilt and suddenly saw his bare white legs. His heart skipped a beat and he quickly took out a coat from the shopping bag and put it on his back.
Cheng Ji straightened himself up, but couldn't get out of bed. His injury happened to prevent him from bending over. Of course, he could force himself to bend over despite the pain, but he was afraid that it would be a waste of the doctor's work.
"Give me a hug." He said to Qi Beisong.
"How do you hold me?"
“Like holding a tablet.”
Qi Beisong asked: "Can't you just use the urinal?"
"Give me a hug!" Cheng Ji had been struggling for the whole day and didn't have much strength in his arms.
Qi Beisong then put one hand under his chest and the other under his thigh and lifted him up flat.
Cheng Ji's body temperature was transmitted directly to his hand without any delay, and it was incredibly hot. The reason was nothing more than that he had just entered the room from a snowy night, and Cheng Ji had been staying in the quilt for a long time... But it was not just because of this, he couldn't explain why, the temperature made his throat dry.
He felt that he didn't like Cheng Ji, but the brain can deceive people and the body can't.
The brain is arrogant, but the body... is a wildfire at his age.
"Is it okay?" Cheng Ji asked.
Qi Beisong said through gritted teeth: "The man who asked me 'Is it OK' last time has been buried underground by me to be used as fertilizer for my flowers!"
Cheng Ji smiled and said, "It seemed to be me last time as well."
Qi Beisong moved his hands and placed him on the ground as lightly as possible.
Cheng Ji landed barefoot, and was still hurt by the shock, gasping in pain. He dared not move, and asked, "Can you please check under the bed to see if there are any shoes for me?"
Of course there were no shoes under the bed. His sneakers were covered in blood and had been thrown away by Qi Beisong with a wave of his hand.
Qi Beisong quickly searched for his slippers in the shopping bag and condescended to help him put them on.
"Lift your left foot... lift your right foot... what are you shaking?"
Cheng Ji felt dizzy, which was a normal reaction for people who had been lying in bed for a long time: "Nothing... I'll be fine soon..."
He closed his eyes and tried to take a step.
"Hold… "
It hurts so much!
Qi Beisong took the medicine bottle from the IV stand, held it high and said, "Don't keep saying 'fuck'. If you say too much now, you will have to pay it back in the future."
Cheng Ji smiled bitterly.
Anesthetics are really strange things. They have obviously lost their analgesic effect, but their aftereffects still exist. They make people either as soft as frost-bitten autumn grass or as stiff as bronze or stone statues.
Cheng Ji moved inch by inch, feeling ashamed that his bladder was about to explode. He had been receiving fluids for ten hours straight since entering the emergency room, and had not used the toilet during that time. At first, he needed fluids due to excessive blood loss, and later, his body was saturated and needed to be discharged, but Chen Chuan fell asleep, so he could only hold it in.
The bathroom was only four or five meters away, but it seemed as far away as the horizon. He was afraid that he would become incontinent with every step he took!
If I really peed now, I would be so embarrassed. If I had known this would happen, I would have stopped trying to be brave and used a urinal...
Suddenly Qi Beisong said, "Don't move."
"???"
"Arms open."
"Um?"
Qi Beisong moved to his side, holding the infusion bag in his left hand, and put his right arm around his body and penetrated his other armpit, then he suddenly exerted force and carried him into the toilet!
When Cheng Ji was put down, he felt like a wooden wedge being pulled straight up and nailed straight down.
Qi Beisong poked him in front of the toilet and asked as if to take credit: "Am I still capable? I don't usually lift people, but I can lift weights."
“…Thank you.” Cheng Ji said.
He pointed to the IV hook high up and said, "Hang the stuff over there."
Qi Beisong had no habit of watching others go to the toilet, so he followed the instructions and said, "I'm outside the door, call me when you're ready." Then he went out.
Cheng Jiqiang had been holding back the blush for a long time but it finally surfaced because he couldn't take care of himself.
He had been injured in his previous life, but his father and brother were responsible for taking care of him at that time. They were from the same family, so how could there be any embarrassment
Things are different now, especially for Qi Beisong. This guy was fighting with him two days ago, but today he has turned into a caregiver. Qi Beisong can accept this sudden change in the current situation. He even feels disgusted!
How could he know that Qi Beisong was also boiling with anger outside the door at this moment. He stared at his hand in silence, with Cheng Ji's body temperature still in his palm.
Cheng Ji has a thin layer of muscles, which are not soft. He doesn't like soft muscles. He likes muscles that are elastic and strong, and even have heat in their bones.
Cheng Ji's scent seemed to still float around him. Today, it was not the clean and refreshing scent of soap, but a mixture of blood, various disinfectants and topical medicines. It was a bit pungent, but surprisingly not unpleasant. Perhaps it would smell unpleasant on anyone, but not on Cheng Ji.
Qi Beisong felt that not only was there something wrong with him down there, but also his sense of smell.
There was something indescribable running through his chest, stirring. He clenched his fists and stood straight on purpose.
It was silent inside and outside the door, so Cheng Ji quickly turned on the faucet to cover up the noise of going to the toilet.
He had never been so embarrassed in his two lives. Qi Beisong seemed to have a trait that made him embarrassed.
As a matter of fact, he had no intention towards this Mr. Qi, and he believed that Mr. Qi did not want to have anything to do with him, but they always felt awkward when they were alone. It might be because they had a bad start. That day, Qi Beisong bullied others, and he acted like a man and a woman, and both of them were exposed.
Because of embarrassment, Cheng Ji stayed in the bathroom for a while longer. After opening the door, Qi Beisong said nothing and stretched out his strong arms to hug him.
Cheng Ji refused and forced himself to do it, even refusing to hand over the IV bag to him and insisting on carrying it himself.
"Don't you feel any pain?" Qi Beisong asked.
"Not bad!" said Cheng Ji.
Qi Beisong had no choice but to step back and watch him. He waited until he was almost asleep when he saw the other person climb onto the edge of the bed with a grin on his face.
Cheng Ji didn't know how to lie back down, so he stood in front of the bed in a daze. His problem was that he couldn't bend over for the time being, but it seemed he couldn't avoid bending over no matter how he got into bed.
Qi Beisong shrugged, walked over to take the IV bag and hung it up, then stretched out his hand and asked, "Can you hold me for a minute?"
Cheng Ji accepted his fate: "Hold me for a while..."
Qi Beisong put him back in bed and said, "Please use the urinal in the future. It makes me sweat in the middle of winter."
Cheng Ji coughed dryly to cover up: "Ahem... OK..."
Qi Beisong said: "Then if there is nothing else, I will leave first?"
"Um."
"Can I help you turn off the light? I feel that this big light is a bit glaring above my head. A small wall lamp outside the bathroom will be enough."
"close."
Qi Beisong turned on the light switch but didn't leave. He suddenly asked, "Is this bed comfortable?"
Before Cheng Ji could answer, he saw him rolling up, head and feet side by side with Cheng Ji, the only difference was that one was covered with a quilt and the other was not.
Cheng Ji asked in confusion: "What are you doing?"
“…” Qi Beisong turned his head and met his gaze in the darkness.
At that moment, Qi Beisong's brain seemed to be hijacked, but now, he knew clearly what he wanted to do. He wanted to smell Cheng Ji's scent again, and then confirm whether he really had a reaction to this straight man with violent tendencies who didn't look down on him.
It's just a physiological reaction, he seems to have a psychological reaction as well.
He is not someone who is easily moved. In fact, he hasn't been in love for many years. The last time he was in love was when he was seventeen? Sixteen
If something comes too easily, people won't pay for it.
When he was in school, he had experienced some people because of his youth and restlessness. They got together just because of the surging hormones and played with each other. It was desire rather than love, and they broke up decisively.
After leaving school, he became even more isolated from love. Too many people came to him in the name of love, but their hypocritical faces were so hypocritical that he couldn't bear to look at them.
Qi Beisong does not love people.
So the physiological reaction is normal, but the psychological reaction is abnormal.
But when he found out that it was Cheng Ji who was tied up in the car by Zhao Xiaojing, his anger and anxiety were real. Could it be that he had grown so old that he lost his mind
"What do you want to do?" Cheng Ji asked again.
Qi Beisong thought: No, the physiological reaction is not normal. What is so good about this kind of straight man except that he looks pretty? Even if you work hard to get him into bed, he might chase you for the rest of your life afterwards.
He said, "Let me lie down for a while. It's almost early morning now and I'm tired."
"Oh." Cheng Ji actually tried to make way for him. "Then lie down closer. Unfortunately, although this ward is high-end, the bed is still narrow."
"If the bed is too wide, it will be difficult for doctors and nurses to operate. Even the most advanced beds are narrow." Qi Beisong has accompanied Grandpa Qi in and out of Hongcheng's top wards many times and has experience in this.
Qi Beisong is tall and Cheng Ji is not short either. When they lie on the same bed, it is inevitable that they overlap each other. Qi Beisong's arm is pressing on Cheng Ji's arm. It seems that they can feel each other's body temperature through the quilt, and their breathing is close to their ears.
Qi Beisong thought: There is something wrong with me, something wrong, something wrong...
Cheng Ji didn't know how long he would lie there, but seeing him staring at the ceiling without blinking, he asked, "It's cold outside, do you want to get under the quilt?"
The speaker may not have meant it, but the listener may have taken it to heart. Qi Beisong was already confused, and suddenly he started to poke because he remembered that Cheng Ji was almost not wearing any pants.
He rubbed his face in annoyance, thinking, what's wrong? He is like a living being, lacking in self-cultivation and decency, and the other party is still the same person!
Could it be that I have been holding it in for too long? He frowned and thought.
Well, it should be.
I was so busy a while ago that I had no time to take care of anything and fell asleep as soon as I got home. Later, I had a big fight with my business partner and went to Shuiyue Villa to relax. I met the bar waiter and was beaten by Cheng Ji without doing anything.
Later, he was treated like a dog and walked around. It would have been fine if Cheng Ji had walked around with him, but Zhao Xiaojing, that rubbish, actually got involved...
After all, he hadn't done that for a long time, and he couldn't even be self-sufficient. How could a man in his twenties, strong and energetic, withstand this
"You killed me!" He suddenly scolded Cheng Ji.
"Ah?" Cheng Ji said.
"You're so happy that you got an ex-boyfriend to cuddle with you!"
"…" Cheng Ji said, "Ah??"
He was ashamed and angry: "It happened so long ago, why are you bringing that up? I haven't settled the score with you for the current matter yet!"
Qi Beisong said: "Just a few days ago!"
"Don't mention it, ca..."
"Fuck it, I'm really doing it, and now you can't resist."
Cheng Ji thought he meant to fight, so he warned him in a low voice: "Don't mess around! Chen Chuan is lying outside!"
Qi Beisong sneered: "I pay him a salary, so why should I be afraid of him? Chen Chuan's other abilities are not outstanding, he just has good eyes and a tight mouth, so I don't need to avoid him."
Chen Chuan's mouth is tight? It doesn't seem like it...
Cheng Ji wanted to say something, but his hand unconsciously pressed the pillow, and as a result, the bank card that Qi Beisong placed next to the pillow slipped away.
Qi Beisong asked: "What's the matter?"
"Zhao Xiaojing's compensation money has been lost."
"Where did it fall?"
"I didn't hear any sound. It might be under the mattress."
Cheng Ji had an IV on the back of his right hand and couldn't move, and his left hand couldn't reach it because of the angle.
"Don't move, I'll find it." Qi Beisong's upper body reached over him and reached for the side of the bed.
"Turn on the light..."
Before Cheng Ji could finish his words, he heard someone push open the sliding door between the inner and outer rooms of the ward with a "clatter".
The room was bright as snow.
Chen Chuan put his hand on the switch panel beside the door and watched Qi Beisong pressing on Cheng Ji, still moving indescribably (because he was looking for something).
"… "
"… "
"… "
Chen Chuan suddenly turned off the lights, closed the door, jumped onto the sofa, closed his eyes, and covered himself with a blanket, as if he had never woken up!
Qi Beisong jumped off the bed in a panic to look for the card. After finding it, he put it on the bedside of Cheng Ji and left as if escaping.
Cheng Ji decisively began to pretend to sleep, hoping to get through this strange night.
Chen Chuan wanted to gather a large group of 120 people that night, but his conscience prompted him to gather only 12 people. In addition to them, there were Qi Beisong's female secretary (40 years old, very gossipy), the deputy general manager (63 years old, Qi Beisong called him uncle, and he had been in the Workers' Propaganda Team when he was young), and even Mr. Qi's security staff.
I saw something incredible. From now on, my life could take two paths: earn 100 million as a matchmaker gift, or be silenced by Lao Qi.
—Chen Chuan said in the group.
Take medicine.
— others said.