For Chi Zhao, not long after he closed his eyes, he opened them again. In his own perception, he thought that a few minutes had passed. But he also wanted to know, how could a person wake up in a few minutes after being shot, so he speculated that he should have just been rescued and was in a coma for three or five days.
Slowly opening his eyes, his eyelids were as heavy as stones, and it was not easy for him to see the environment around him.
Um? Not a hospital
Look at the furnishings... it looks like a bedroom
Chi Zhao blinked blankly. At this time, the feeling of tiredness and heaviness had almost disappeared. He propped himself up and tried to sit up, but found that his arms were completely useless. Thinking that he had just been shot, he moved his head with difficulty. , Looking down, he found that he was covered with a thin brown-gold quilt, and there was an infusion tube in his hand, other than that, there was nothing else on him.
What about the oxygen tube? What about bandages
At that time, the location of the shot was the back, but now Chi Zhao is lying flat, and he is very comfortable lying down without any pain.
Could it be that... the system hasn't canceled the pain shield for him
Chi Zhao felt that things might not be as simple as he thought. After being silent for a while, Chi Zhao exerted his strength to suckle, and finally pinched his fingertips. A slight tingling sensation came, which proved that the pain shield had been turned off.
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A terrifying thought appeared in his mind, and Chi Zhao hurriedly called the system, "System! I won't sleep for decades, will I?! Have I become a gray-haired grandfather, Wen Yu? What?! Has he also become a little old man?!"
system:"… "
Before the system could answer, suddenly, the door was opened, and people outside walked in as usual. His condition looked very bad, and his face was even worse than Chi Zhao, who was lying on the bed.
He usually lives in this room, eats here, sleeps here, except when he has to go out, he stays in this room almost all the time.
The person on the bed quietly closed his eyes day after day. It was obvious that the internal organs were injured, but he couldn't wake up. Famous doctors from all over the world were called by him for consultation, but no one could explain the situation. In the end, they could only tell him helplessly that there are many incurable diseases in the world, and some diseases cannot be diagnosed by doctors.
And they told him politely that Wen Xijun might never be able to wake up, hoping that he could be mentally prepared.
Silently listening to the unanimous remarks of countless doctors, he chose not to believe those words.
Bringing people back to Song's house from Mengguo, he bought the best medical equipment and put them at home, and then invited dozens of experienced and capable medical staff to stay in the house to work.
When they are not needed, they are the cleaners, the cooks, the butlers and the deacons. When they are needed, they will immediately take off their work clothes, put on white coats, and then come to check on the man who has no signs of waking up at all.
An accident not only caused Wen Xijun to fall into a coma completely, but also exposed his mind in front of everyone.
When the accident just happened, as long as others have eyes, it can be seen that his concern and worry about Wen Xijun has gone far beyond the boundaries of adoptive father and son. They even dare to say that if Wen Xijun is not rescued, he will definitely avenge Wen Xijun. After that, follow him.
At first, everyone felt shocked, then, everyone felt sad, and in the end, all the emotions that were almost emotional disappeared, and people returned to reality and began to feel dissatisfied with his behavior.
Song Xuezhong had told him countless times, and even raised his hand to slap him to wake him up, but it was useless.
People from the Wen family would come to bother him almost every day, and they wanted him to send Wen Xijun back to the Wen family. Sadly, they were all mad at him.
Because he didn't let others visit Wen Xijun.
"Song Luoxing! That's our father! You are no longer Wen Yu, not my second brother! What right do you have to keep your father in your home, and what right do you have to forbid us to see him!"
Wen Zhuang has the weakest temper. As soon as he said the unspeakable words, he regretted it. He looked at Wen Yu nervously, wanting to take back every word he just said, "Second, second brother, I am not That means... I, I... So, why don't you let us see our father!"
Wen Zhuang's roaring voice lowered, he collapsed and sat down with a desolate expression, "I haven't visited him this year, and he still owes me a day this year..."
Wen Hu has changed his name. He is now called Wen Hu. Standing next to Wen Zhuang, his face is also bad. However, after watching Wen Yu for a long time, he did not say a word to let him hand over Wen Xijun.
Save others with himself, if it is him, he will not hand over others.
No matter what others said, Wen Yu was unmoved. They speculated on his mind, but in fact, he didn't think about anything.
He just felt that other people were too noisy. If they came over, it would affect Wen Xijun's rest. Now Wen Xijun is too tired. He needs to rest. As long as he is well, he will wake up again.
Such a naive idea actually appeared in Wen Yu's heart, and saying it out would probably make many people laugh out loud.
However, no matter how ridiculous it was, Wen Yu had to think so, because if he didn't keep a little ridiculous hope for himself, he wouldn't be able to persevere.
In the middle of the night, Wen Yu couldn't fall asleep, sitting beside Wen Xijun, he looked at his face a little dazedly.
It turns out that he likes Wen Xijun so much
I like it so much that without him, I would be dead.
The heart always felt a dull throbbing, pulsing pain, and it seemed to be accustomed to it. Since Wen Xijun was in a coma, Wen Yu has suffered from insomnia. He often can't sleep. If he can sleep five or six hours a day, he is sleeping very well. Every day before going to bed, the moment he closes his eyes, he prays, and prays every day. are the same sentence.
Hope to wake up tomorrow, Wen Xijun has already opened his eyes.
Wen Yu felt that he was not such a bad person, so he should not have encountered such cruel things.
His lover will not die, his lover will come back.
Will.
Standing one meter away from the bed, Wen Yu paused. He looked at Chi Zhao for a long time, but the expression on his face did not change.
Chi Zhao murmured even more when he saw him.
Wen Yu's face was not good. She couldn't eat or sleep well for a while. Halfway through, she personally went to pick up a mafia family with a history of hundreds of years, and suffered a lot of injuries. So now he looks a lot more haggard than before, and when people are haggard, they will look old.
Chi Zhao blinked hesitantly, "Am I now... already running for the fourth?"
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This kind of hallucination had appeared before, but he had never heard a sound before.
Moreover, the voice was hoarse and unpleasant, but it was in line with the physical characteristics of a patient who had slept for half a year.
Wen Yu's eyes widened slightly, he walked over quickly, and when he was only one step away from Chi Zhao, Wen Yu stopped suddenly, Chi Zhaozhan stopped suddenly, and he was even more puzzled.
"Isn't it? Am I so old that even you can't accept it??"
Chi Zhao's words are just a joke, Wen Yu hasn't gotten much older, and the body of Mr. Wen, a frozen-age male god, will not show obvious aging. He sees Wen Yu's expression being too cautious. He just wanted to say a joke to ease the atmosphere, but he never thought that Wen Yu would cry just after saying this.
Two lines of tears quickly fell from his eyes, and the tears rolled down his cheeks all the way, and finally fell on the dark gray marble floor. Chi Zhao's expression froze, he braced his arms again, and found that he still couldn't get up.
After working hard for a few seconds, there was no progress at all, he had to give up, and then called him without the strength, "Don't cry, isn't it a good thing that I woke up? According to the process, you should come and hug me now."
The expected tight hug didn't appear, Chi Zhao just woke up, and Wen Yu didn't dare to pick him up for fear of hurting his body. So, he just ran over excitedly, put his big hand on Chi Zhao's hair, he leaned down, kissed Chi Zhao's eyebrows heavily, and the salty tears ran down Wen Yu's chin to Chi Zhao's dry lips , Chi Zhao stuck out the tip of his tongue and licked it slightly.
It's so painful.
The doctor was called soon. Chi Zhao's coma was a medical problem. Now that he woke up, it was another medical miracle. The doctor checked Chi Zhao non-stop and confirmed that there was no problem with him. They rushed out. .
If he didn't go out, Wen Yu would probably kill someone.
With no outsiders around, Chi Zhao took a sip of the water from the straw, "So, I just fell into a coma for half a year."
Wen Yu's eyes looking at Chi Zhao were full of accusations, what does it mean to be only half a year? In just half a year, he almost killed him.
Realizing that he had said the wrong thing, Chi Zhao smiled dryly, "Didn't I wake up now?"
Wen Yu put down the water glass with the straw inserted, and raised the corners of his lips from the bottom of his heart, "Well, fortunately you are awake."
Wen Yu's emotions still haven't calmed down. Chi Zhao's vision is not so clear now, and he can see the excitement that Wen Yu tried to suppress. Chi Zhao couldn't even imagine how he had lived in the past six months. Wen Yu was not a person who knew how to adjust himself. He must have suffered a lot in the past six months, right
That's why his tears were so bitter, and Chi Zhao felt a pain in his heart.
The longer he wakes up, the better his physical condition will be. Now Chi Zhao can move his arms, he looks at Wen Yu, and then slowly moves his palm.
With his palm up, Wen Yu understood what he meant, and his eyes moved slightly.
Then, he put his hand over it.
Chi Zhao was still unable to exert his strength, so Wen Yu took the initiative to clasp his five fingers tightly. He lowered his eyes and felt the softness in his hands, but he still tried to respond to his strength. The boulder that was tormenting him disappeared so easily.