Chapter 152 The scumbag little wolf dog (22)

+++

date="2020-11-14"

title="Chapter 152 The scumbag little wolf dog (22)"

weight="105773"

series = ["I Really Am a Slag Shou!"]

mode = "manual"

+++

For Chi Zhao, not long after he closed his eyes, he opened his eyes again. In his own perception, he thought that a few minutes had passed. But I also want to know how it is possible for a person to 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 to five days.

Slowly opened his eyes, his eyelids were heavy like rocks, and finally he saw the environment around him.

Ok? Not a hospital?

Look at the furnishings... It looks like a bedroom?

Chi Zhao blinked blankly. At this time, the tiredness and heavy feeling had almost disappeared. He braced himself to sit up, but found that his arm could not be used at all. 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 he had an infusion tube in his hand. Apart from this, there was nothing else on him.

Where is the oxygen pipe? Where's the bandage?

At that time, the location of the shot was on the back, but now Chi Zhao is lying flat, and he is lying comfortably without any pain.

Isn't it... the system hasn't cancelled the pain mask for him?

Chi Zhao felt that things might not be as simple as he thought. After being silent for a while, Chi Zhao used the strength of feeding, and finally pinched his fingertips. A slight tingling sensation came, proving that the pain shield was off.

...

...

...

A terrifying thought appeared in his mind, Chi Zhao quickly called the system, "System! I won't sleep for decades?! Have I become a gray-haired grandfather, Wen Yu What?! Has he also become a little old man?!"

system:"……"

The system hasn't answered yet. Suddenly, the door of the room was opened, and the people outside walked in as usual. His condition looked very bad, and his face was worse than Chi Zhao lying on the bed.

He usually lives in this room, eats here, and 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, clearly hurting the internal organs, but he couldn't wake up. Famous doctors all over the world were called for consultation by him, but no one could explain this situation. In the end they had no choice but to tell him that there were many intractable diseases in the world, and some diseases could not be diagnosed by doctors.

And they told him very tactfully that Wen Xijun might not wake up forever after seeing this, hoping that he could be mentally prepared.

He listened silently to the words of countless doctors, and he chose not to believe those words.

He brought people back to Song's house from Meng Country. He bought the best medical equipment and kept it at home. Then he invited dozens of experienced and capable medical staff to stay in this house and work.

When they are not needed, they are cleaners, cooks, butlers and deacons. When needed, they will immediately take off their work clothes, put on white coats, and then run to check the man who has no signs of waking up.

An accident not only caused Wen Xijun to fall into a coma, but also exposed his mind in front of everyone.

When the accident happened, as long as others had eyes, he could tell that his care and concern for Wen Xijun had gone far beyond the boundaries of fostering father and son. They even dared to say that if Wen Xijun was not rescued back, he would definitely avenge Wen Xijun. After that, just follow him.

At first, everyone felt shocked. Later, everyone felt sad. In the end, all the emotions that were nearly emotional disappeared. People returned to reality and began to feel dissatisfied with his behavior.

Song Xuezhong said about him countless times, and even raised his hand to slap him to slap him sober, but it was useless.

People from the Wen family come to bother him almost every day, and they want him to send Wen Xijun back to Wen's house. He has a gentle and pleasant face and a warm heart with a gentle smile, even the youngest Wen Mu and Wen. Unfortunately, they all got angry at him.

Because he didn't let others visit Wen Xijun.

"Song Luoxing! That is our father! You are no longer Wen Yu, not my second brother! What qualifications do you have to keep your father in your house, and what qualifications do you have to forbid us from watching him!"

Wen Zhuang has the thinnest temper. He regretted it as soon as he said something unscrupulous. He looked at Wen Yu nervously and wanted to take back every word he had just said, "Second brother, I am not That means... I, I... So why don't you let us go see my father!"

Wen Zhuang's screaming voice lowered, and he sat down collapsed with a sad expression, "I haven't visited him this year. This year he still owes me one day..."

Wen Hu has changed his name. He is now Wen Hu. Standing next to Wen Zhuang, his face is also not good. However, after watching Wen Yu for a long time, he didn't say a word that would let him hand Wen Xijun out.

To save others by oneself, if it is him, he will not hand them over.

No matter what others say, Wen Yu just stays unmoved. They speculated on his mind, but in fact, he didn't think about anything.

He just felt that other people were too noisy, and if they came over, it would affect Wen Xijun's rest. Now Wen Xijun is too tired and he needs to rest, as long as he is well raised, he will wake up again.

Such a naive idea actually appeared in Wen Yu's heart, and it might make many people laugh out loud.

However, no matter how ridiculous it is, Wen Yu must think so, because if he doesn't save himself a little ridiculous hope, he can't hold on.

In the middle of the night, Wen Yu always couldn't fall asleep, sitting next to Wen Xijun, he looked at his face a little stunned.

Turns out, does he like Wen Xijun so much?

If you like him, you will die without him.

There is always a dull, pulse-like pain in the heart, and it seems to get used to it. Since Wen Xijun was in a coma, Wen Yu suffered from insomnia. He often couldn’t fall asleep. He could sleep well for five or six hours a day. He was praying every day before going to bed and closing his eyes every day. Both are the same sentence.

I hope that when wake up tomorrow, Wen Xijun will have opened his eyes.

Wen Yu felt that he was not such a bad person, so he shouldn't 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. After watching Chi Zhao for a long time, his expression on his face remained unchanged.

Chi Zhao muttered even more when he saw him.

Wen Yu's complexion was not good, and he couldn't eat and sleep well these days, and he personally went to serve 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 he is haggard, he will appear old.

Chi Zhao blinked hesitantly, "Am I... already on the run?"

...

This kind of illusion has appeared in the past, but he has not heard a sound before.

Moreover, the voice was hoarse and unpleasant, which fits the physical characteristics of a patient who has slept for half a year.

Wen Yu opened his eyes slightly, he walked over quickly, and when he was only a step away from Chi Zhao, Wen Yu suddenly stopped, Chi Zhao stopped suddenly, and he was even more puzzled.

"No? Am I so old that you can't accept it?"

Chi Zhao’s words are just a joke, Wen Yu hasn’t grown old much, and the body of this frozen-age male god will not show obvious aging. He looks at Wen Yu’s expression too cautious. He wanted to say a joke to ease the atmosphere, but he didn't expect that as soon as he finished saying this, Wen Yu cried.

Two lines of tears fell quickly from his eyes, the teardrops rolled all the way across his cheeks, and finally fell on the dark gray marble floor. Chi Zhao's expression became stiff, and he held his arm again and found that he still couldn't get up.

After working hard for several seconds, there was no progress at all, so he had to give up, and then called him with little strength, "Don't cry, isn't it good for me to wake up? According to the process, you should come and hug me now."

The expectant hug did not appear, Chi Zhaogang woke up, Wen Yu did not dare to pick him up, for fear of hurting his body. So, he just ran over very excitedly, put his big hand on Chi Zhao's hair, he leaned down and kissed Chi Zhao's eyebrows heavily, and the salty tears followed 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 bitter.

The doctor was called in soon. Chi Zhao’s coma was a medical problem. Now that he woke up, it was another medical miracle. The doctor kept checking on Chi Zhao and confirmed that there was nothing wrong with him. They hurried out. Up.

If he doesn't go out again, it is estimated that Wen Yu will kill someone.

No outsiders were there, Chi Zhao took a sip of the water in the straw, "So, I was just in a coma for half a year."

Wen Yu looked at Chi Zhao's eyes instantly full of accusations, what is meant by just half a year? In just six months, he almost killed him.

Realizing that he had said something wrong, Chi Zhao smiled dryly, "I am awake."

Wen Yu put down the water cup with the straw inserted, and his lips curled up from the bottom of his heart, "Well, luckily you wake up."

Wen Yu's emotions still haven't calmed down, Chi Zhao's current vision is not so clear, and he can see the excitement Wen Yu tried to suppress. Chi Zhao couldn't 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's heart was aching with general pain.

The longer he wakes up, the better his physical condition. Now Chi Zhao can move his arm. He looks at Wen Yu, and then slowly moves his palm.

With the palm facing up, Wen Yu understood what he meant, and his eyes moved slightly.

Then he covered his hand.

Chi Zhao still couldn't use his strength, Wen Yu took the initiative to clasp his five fingers, and he lowered his eyes, feeling that although his hands were soft, but still trying to respond to his strength, that piece was pressed on his heart for half a year, every day The boulders that were torturing him disappeared so easily.