He said, "Take it easy."

"You can't take it lightly, classmate." The doctor's words were still gentle, but the movements of his hands did not take any strength. "If you don't rub it away, isn't it still him who suffers?"

This kind of injury must be rubbed away everywhere, or else some will suffer.

Shan Qiye took a deep breath, but he didn't expect it to be so painful. He leaned in front of Qin Yimu and rubbed unconsciously, "It's alright, just bear with it." He pretended to be nothing, but said nothing His voice was a little hoarse, and his voice trembled in pain.

Qin Yimu's movements were a little stiff, and he put his hand on his back and patted it lightly.

Shan Qiye raised his hand slowly, his eyes were wet.

He could feel that Qin Yimu was really coaxing him seriously, but... "Cough cough." Shan Qiye let out a hard breath, "At the same table, be gentle."

This guy didn't hurt to death and was almost beaten to death, but he didn't want to slap hard with something stuck in his throat.

His feet hurt and his back thumped twice, and Shan Qiye almost didn't suffocate.

Qin Yimu took it away in an instant.

Shan Qiye glanced sideways, and somehow, he could read his expressionless face and see how he was at a loss. Shan Qiye pursed his lips, grabbed his hand with his backhand, and pressed it on his waist again. , said softly: "It won't hurt to hold it... hiss."

The doctor's hands became stronger and stronger, and eventually the pain became numb, and he felt that his feet were not his own.

Shan Qiye grabbed Qin Yimu's clothes and secretly borrowed strength, Qin Yimu wiped his sweat from time to time, and when the doctor let go, Shan Qiye really felt like the rest of his life.

The whole person is like being fished out of the sea.

The doctor stood up and stretched, feeling tired after rubbing for a long time, "Okay, there is a single ward in it, go in and lie down for a while, and then go back after a while."

Shan Qiye said, "Thank you."

The doctor waved his hand, "You're welcome, let's go and rest."

Shan Qiye supported it with one hand and tapped the side of the bed lightly with his left foot. If he tried to try it, would the pain still be serious? If there was no response, he would go in by himself. As a result, if he moved casually, it would hurt. If it wasn't for the swelling, Shan Qiye thought it was more serious than before.

It's just like this, it's impossible to walk, Shan Qiye gave up his struggle, turned his head and bumped into Qin Yimu's arms, and said with his face sideways, "help me at the same table."

"hand."

Shan Qiye happily handed him his hand, and Qin Yimu pressed his wrist back onto his stomach.

"...?"

what's the situation.

Without waiting for him to think, Qin Yimu picked him up and walked towards the direction the doctor pointed out just now.

The doctor shouted at them, "Hey—by the way, it's time for meals in the cafeteria, you remember to make meals, you won't eat if you're late."

"Got it." Shan Qiye hugged Qin Yimu's neck and waved at the doctor, "Thank you."

After saying hello, Shan Qiye shrank back again, took care of the folds on Qin Yimu's clothes that he had just pulled out, and asked, "Are you hungry at the same table?"

"Do not."

"Are you tired? You can rest on the bed for a while, and I'll accompany you in the chair."

"Need not."

While chatting, Qin Yimu put down Shan Qiye, turned his head to turn on the indoor air conditioner, and set the constant temperature mode.

When Shan Qiye saw that he had turned on the air conditioner, he didn't talk much, but the result was that this mode was not too cold, and it was the one with little difference between on and off. He tugged at the neckline and couldn't help saying: "Go It's a cold wind, I'm so hot."

The pain subsided, and the surroundings felt stuffy and hot, and there was sweat on my body, and it was uncomfortable to lie down.

Qin Yimu ignored it, "No way."

"At the same table~ I'm dying of heat." Shan Qiye rolled on the bed, "Do you have the heart to watch your cute little roommate get overheated to death?"

"Um."

"..."

Knowing that Qin Yimu didn't turn on the air conditioner for his own good, Shan Qiye muttered that he was discouraged, but as soon as he looked up and saw Qin Yimu walking out, he sat up and asked, "Where are you going at the same table?"

"Have dinner."

Shan Qiye touched his stomach, he couldn't even care about being hungry because of the pain just now, "Can you bring me some meat at the same table?"

"Um."

"You remember to come back quickly, or your lovely roommate will starve to death."

"..." Qin Yimu walked to the door and turned back.

Shan Qiye froze for a moment, "What's wrong with the same table?"

Qin Yimu stretched out his hand in front of him, with a delicately packaged piece of chocolate quietly placed in his palm.

Shan Qiye smiled slightly, raised his hand and patted his hand, and took the chocolate when he closed his hand, "Thanks for the same table!"

When Qin Yimu went out to eat, Shan Qiye was lying on the hospital bed watching the chocolate smirk.

This is the chocolate he was caught when he was checked by the instructor.

He thought he had lost it.

Unexpectedly, Qin Yimu took it away.

At such a high temperature, the chocolate has melted. If it weren't for the packaging, I'm afraid it would be everywhere now.

He was really hungry, but he was reluctant to eat the chocolate in front of him. After playing with it for a long time, he simply put it in his pocket and lay on his side and played with the thread on the pillow.

The room was very quiet, except for the occasional humming sound from the air conditioner, there was no noise at all.

"Seventh Master! Your brother who died has come to see you!"

As the voice approached, only a 'bang' was heard, and the door that Qin Yimu had taken with him when he was leaving, opened in response.

Shan Qiye glanced at him, "You scumbag, can't you be quieter?"

Mao Junyu pulled the chair all the way and sat beside the bed, "Hey, I was so anxious to see that you were injured. I came to look for you before lunch. Don't care about these details."

"You take the rice grain off the corner of your mouth first, and then talk about this."

"A mistake, a mistake, I'll definitely remember it next time." As he spoke, Mao Junyu reached out and touched the corner of his mouth—there was nothing!