This was the third time that Cheng Ji was sent to the hospital by Qi Beisong in a panic. He was really persistent and consistent.
Cheng Ji was hit by two metal bullets, both in the thigh.
The reason why imitation guns are strictly prohibited and strictly checked is because they have certain lethality. For example, all non-standard hunting rifles and homemade guns are imitation guns, which can kill people.
Fortunately, the two bullets that hit Cheng Jisuo did not injure any major blood vessels. Although he lost a lot of blood, it was not serious. The doctor helped him remove the bullet, cleaned the wound, bandaged it, gave him a tetanus shot, and gave him an infusion. He didn't even need a blood transfusion.
Just have to be hospitalized again.
When Cheng Ji was taken to the observation ward, there were three colleagues accompanying him. Later, when their leader saw that his condition was not serious, he called back two of them. The last one wanted to stay, but Qi Beisong persuaded him to leave.
Qi Beisong wanted to be alone with Cheng Ji no matter what, even though the latter was sleeping soundly due to fatigue and blood loss.
Before falling asleep, Cheng Ji said in a daze: "... I slept?"
Qi Beisong nodded: "You sleep."
"Hmm..." Cheng Ji hid his head in the quilt, "Don't leave, Lao Qi... You stay with me..."
Qi Beisong leaned close to his face and asked, "What did you call me?"
"What..." Cheng Ji muttered, "... Don't get too close... He really turned into a puppy, so hot..."
He is asleep.
Qi Beisong repeated: "You call me Lao Qi."
Only those who were very close to him dared to call him "Lao Qi" jokingly in front of him, and said that he was transformed from a puppy.
"Lao Lei mentioned a 'Xiao Cheng', that's you, right?" Qi Beisong asked in a low voice.
He traced Cheng Ji's outline with his eyes with extreme concentration. He wanted to remember his appearance from head to toe and re-engraved it into his injured brain, down to every hair on his body.
Compared to three years ago, Cheng Ji had more scars on his body and his muscles were tight. But he was a skinny guy, so he couldn't get any muscle no matter how hard he tried, he just became more muscular.
His face was impeccable, but Qi Beisong always felt that he was a little sad, especially when he closed his eyes, he seemed to be traveling through nightmares.
Qi Beisong didn't know that he had just returned from the war zone in Country R and had mild PTSD (post-traumatic stress disorder), and he needed time to recover. In addition, the reality that he was forgotten by the person he loved deeply also had a great impact on him.
Qi Beisong stroked his brows with his fingertips. It smoothed them out, but then they wrinkled again. He had to keep stroking.
Qi Beisong whispered to him: "I must have loved you very much in the past, right?"
It is the kind of love that is on the tip of the tongue, held in the heart, and so strong that it cannot be dissolved.
"Do I owe you a lot?"
There must be a lot...
"But I'm such a loser." He laughed at himself, "There are only some scattered fragments in my head. Before I saw you, I had no impression of your face at all."
The emergency observation ward was very noisy. With 40 or 50 beds in one room, it was hard not to be noisy. Even in the middle of the night, people were coming in and out, and the instrument prompts were ringing one after another. Cheng Ji's bed was near the door, so he would be the first to be affected by any disturbance.
Qi Beisong pulled up the curtains around the bed, trying to keep the noise out.
There was a monitoring device connected to Cheng Ji's finger, and the screen displayed his heart rate, blood pressure and other basic parameters. Qi Beisong watched the lines representing life jumping up and down without blinking, fearing that there would be any mistake.
He thought that the relationship between him and Cheng Ji might be as rugged as those lines, rushing to the peak intensely and enthusiastically, and falling into the trough hastily and overturnedly, tempering, honing, parting, and forgetting...
But forgetting is like the wind. Although it extinguishes the spark, it can fan the flames again and spread the prairie fire even more.
Qi Beisong didn't remember Cheng Ji, but he had no doubt about his feelings. He let them grow wildly and quickly filled his entire being.
"Forgive me." He whispered in Cheng Ji's ear, "I'll make it up to you."
He held Cheng Ji's hand connected to the instrument, intertwining their fingers, hoping that the jumping lines on the screen would also come from his pulse, rising and falling, sonorous and firm.
He buried his head at the head of Cheng Ji's bed, refusing to move a step.
Around twelve o'clock, Lei Jing started looking for him like a parent, and he said he was in a certain hospital.
Lei Jing quickly asked what happened. Qi Beisong briefly described what happened, and then said solemnly: "You said that I came back just to see Xiao Cheng, and I found him."
"You... still remember him?" Lei Jing asked suspiciously.
Qi Beisong said frankly: "I don't remember much, but it doesn't matter."
He can also use every day of the rest of his life to remember Cheng Ji, every frown and smile, every detail, and never forget it again.
Lei Jing asked, "Is he angry with you?"
Qi Beisong couldn't answer, and Cheng Ji seemed not angry, but also a little angry.
"He saved your life, it's already polite of me not to chop you into pieces," Lei Jing said.
Qi Beisong was surprised and asked how he was rescued
"Ask him about the whole story." Lei Jing said, "The one who tied the bell should be the one to untie it."
Qi Beisong asked: "Did Cheng Ji and I have a good relationship before?"
"It's a mess." Lei Jing laughed.
"So exaggerated?"
"You did it yourself."
Qi Beisong asked again: "I have been awake for such a long time, why haven't you mentioned him to me?"
Lei Jing sighed: "It's hard to explain. You owe him, don't ask me, ask him."
Seeing that he was determined not to say anything, Qi Beisong had no choice.
Lei Jing said: "It's not a good idea to lie in the observation ward all the time. I'll contact Xiao Cheng for the ward first and I'll go to accompany you later."
Qi Beisong refused: "No, I am enough on my own."
He didn't want anyone to be present at this moment, not even his close friends.
Lei Jing was worried about his safety. He smiled and said, "The person lying next to me is a special police officer."
"The SWAT police were shot." Lei Jing hung up the phone, got dressed and was about to leave, but was stopped by Zheng Haiping, who asked what happened.
Lei Jing described the story in detail, and Zheng Haiping became more and more delighted as he listened. Finally, when he heard that Lao Lei was going to be a light bulb, he narrowed his eyes dangerously, pressed Lao Lei's head and went into the bathroom.
Lei Jing was much higher than him, and was forced to kneel down and admit his guilt.
Qi Beisong waited and waited but Lei Jing didn't come, so he breathed a sigh of relief.
Not long after, a doctor on duty came to tell them to enter the ward. Cheng Ji was shaken awake from his deep sleep and carried upstairs by Qi Beisong.
The ward was still single. The wards in this big hospital were in short supply, and I didn't know where Lei Jingshen got a room from in the middle of the night. Anyway, it was a small matter for him.
But Cheng Ji couldn't fall asleep this time. First of all, the anesthetic had worn off and his legs were hurting; secondly, he was the kind of person who could sleep well in a noisy environment; thirdly, Qi Beisong was beside him and he didn't want to sleep.
"You... aren't going back?" he asked.
He had asked Qi Beisong to accompany him when he was in a daze, but he had forgotten it now.
"No, I'll stay with you." Qi Beisong said.
"So you want to sleep?"
Qi Beisong asked: "There is only one bed. Where will you sleep if I sleep?"
Cheng Ji said: "I sleep in the nursing chair. I feel that the chair is too narrow and you can't lie in it."
Qi Beisong quickly waved his hands, saying that it was not the right way to treat a patient.
Cheng Ji smiled lightly, patted the edge of the bed, and made room for him: "Come up."
He had been preparing for this for a long time. He believed that Qi Beisong would not refuse. If he refused, he would just drag her up. When Young Master Cheng got excited, no one could resist him.
As a result, Qi Beisong was even more excited than him. He lay down on the bed within two seconds without any hesitation!
Cheng Ji chuckled, then looked at the other person very closely, his eyes bright, "Are you disgusted?"
"What's wrong with you?"
"Like lying next to a stranger?"
"We are not strangers."
Cheng Ji asked again: "Do you think we have ever experienced this situation before?"
Qi Beisong was very honest: "I can't remember at the moment."
Cheng Ji looked at the door of the ward and saw that it was tightly closed, so he leaned forward and kissed him lightly on the side of his face, and then he asked, "Do you remember?"
"..." Qi Beisong was shocked for a while, then touched her cheek, "Why not kiss?"
Cheng Ji smiled, pressed his lips against his, and slowly separated them: "Did you remember?"
"…" Qi Beisong said, "It's so superficial, I can't remember it."
Cheng Ji continued, this time more domineeringly. When their lips and tongues touched, a spasm rolled down Qi Beisong's spine.
"Did you remember?"
"It's still not deep enough to touch my soul," Qi Beisong felt a little relieved, but still said, "I can't remember."
Cheng Ji widened his eyes, a stubbornness rushed to his head, and he held Qi Beisong's face and kissed him like a punishment.
Of course he is not good at kissing, he can only nibble randomly, with energy nowhere to go.
He bit it for a long time, then suddenly let it go and asked, "Do you remember?"
"..." Qi Beisong curled his lips, "A puppy like this can do that, how can I remember it?"
"You're done!" Master Cheng rubbed his wrist across her slightly swollen and rosy lips, his breathing disordered, and he lifted up his clothes to reveal his well-trained and firm belly, "I'm going to do it for real!"
He originally wanted to teach Qi Beisong a lesson, but he touched the wound as soon as he jumped up and fell back onto the pillow with a sound.
Qi Beisong's deep laughter echoed in the ward, and finally stopped at Cheng Ji's ear: "Since your skills are so poor, don't even think about playing tricks on me!"
Cheng Ji held the wound with both hands, grimacing in pain with tears in his eyes. He turned his wet eyes away, and as soon as his eyes met Qi Beisong's, the other party pounced on him quickly.
The action was strong and fierce, like a flame igniting an explosion. Everything in front of him shattered and melted, merging with it, blurring the boundaries until it turned to ashes.
Cheng Ji unconsciously tensed his neck and toes. His legs hurt, but the pain only made him excited. Qi Beisong tightened his arms, his forehead twitching, and rubbed his skin that was not wrapped in gauze, those old scars that had no feeling in them.
Cheng Ji kissed her as if in resistance, his mind was foggy and dark, blood and sweetness rolled on his tongue, he was about to faint from lack of oxygen, but he still refused to move even an inch, he would rather die now!
He waited for three years...
Three years may not seem long to ordinary people, but if you have really rolled on the battlefield or lay in a hospital bed, then three years will seem endless!
His heart was beating wildly in his chest and the instrument was making a shrill beep. Cheng Ji pulled the connecting wire off his index finger and placed his hands on Qi Beisong's well-defined back. The heat from the muscles made his blood boil!
This strong, solid, nearly perfect body filled his arms, but he knew how hard it had been for the other party to recover to this state.
A major open-heart surgery, nine months of coma, and one year and three months of bed rest, even with complete physical therapy, it would be enough to make anyone emaciated, but Qi Beisong still stood up, he did not give up!
His man is so stubborn and will never admit defeat!
Cheng Ji pressed the other person close to him, rubbing and grinding him, big tears leaking from the corners of his eyes. Qi Beisong noticed it, stopped, and watched from close up.
"…" Cheng Ji took a breath and asked, "Why stop?"
Qi Beisong ripped his shirt like a ferocious beast: "Have we slept together before?"
"I have slept with him." Cheng Ji said.
"How is it?" Qi Beisong asked.
Cheng Ji opened his eyes, his face full of tears, but he smiled: "You almost killed me."
"Who is your wife?" Qi Beisong asked.
"you."
"I fucking knew it!" Qi Beisong looked down at Cheng Ji, his eyes intense and fierce, hot sweat dripping from his temples, "Do you still want to sleep?"
Cheng Ji's fingers slid across the collarbone and pressed into the sexy hollow in the middle: "Kill me."
Qi Beisong leaned over to cover his mouth, his hand reaching down anxiously. At this moment, the door of the ward opened with a bang, and the night nurse rushed in and asked, "The instrument just sounded the alarm, right?"
"… "
"… "
"… "
Cheng Ji said: "I'm sorry..."
The nurse covered her face and ran away.
"…" Qi Beisong asked, "Has this situation ever happened before?"
"Something similar... has happened before."
"How did you deal with it at that time?" Qi Beisong asked.
The one who broke in that time was Chen Chuan, and Qi Beisong fled in panic.
Cheng Ji hooked his neck, stood up slightly, and whispered in his ear: "Continue."
A warm kiss fell on his Adam's apple. Cheng Ji closed his eyes and saw the starry sky of Country R.
In a war-torn country, all industries are in decline. But when the fighting stops, the night is still peaceful, the evening breeze is still gentle, and the starry sky is still bright.
He made wishes to the starry sky countless times like a child, hoping that Qi Beisong would wake up, hope that he would recover soon, hope that the culprit would be caught, and that he could return home soon... He also imagined countless farewells and countless reunions, but he never thought that Qi Beisong would not remember him.
Life is so strange. It makes you experience farewell and reunion at the same time. It is afraid that you will get too much, and also afraid that you will lose hope.
"What are you thinking about?" Qi Beisong pressed his lips against his again.
Cheng Ji's breathing was disordered: "When I am discharged from the hospital, I will take you to the beach to see the stars, okay?"
"Okay." Qi Beisong couldn't help but lick his wet and thick eyelashes, wishing he could please him with his whole body and soul.
Suddenly he stopped again, Cheng Ji opened his eyes slightly and asked: "Hmm?"
Qi Beisong suddenly turned on the lights in the room, took a look and asked in surprise: "Aren't you in pain?! I was wondering why you felt wet, your wound has broken!"
Cheng Ji also looked at the deep red blood that showed through the gauze and said with a smile: "It hurts so much!"
"Silly!" Qi Beisong was so distressed that he jumped off the bed and said, "I'll go call the nurse, just stay here and don't move!"
"Why don't you tell me you're in pain?"
Cheng Ji slowly opened his hands and began to tidy up his messy clothes so as not to scare the medical staff again.
"Because I was so anxious that it was worse than the pain."
"… "
Qi Beisong rushed over and bit his neck, saying, "I was impatient too, you'll have to bear the consequences in the future!"
Then he suddenly stood up, opened the door and ran to the nurse's station.