MTL - I Really Am a Slag Shou!-Chapter 152 Scum that little wolf dog (22)

For Chi Zhao, he didn't close his eyes for a long time, then opened his eyes again. In his own knowledge, he thought that it was only a few minutes. But I also wanted to know that if a person was shot, how could he wake up in a few minutes, so he speculated that he should have just been rescued and was unconscious for three or five days.

Opening his eyes slowly, his eyelids were heavy like stones, and after all, 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 tired and heavy feeling had almost disappeared. He supported himself and wanted to sit up, but found that his arm was completely weak. Thinking that he had just hit the shot, he moved his head hard. Looking down, he found that he was covered with a thin brown-gold quilt, and an infusion tube was inserted into his hand. Besides that, there was nothing else on his body.

What about oxygen pipes? What about bandages?

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

Didn't ... the system hasn't removed the pain mask for him?

Chi Zhao felt that things might not be as simple as he thought. For a while, Chi Zhao exerted his energy to feed and finally took a bit of his fingertips. A slight tingling sensation came, proving that the pain mask was closed.

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A terrible idea appeared in his mind, Chi Zhao quickly called the system, "System! I won't sleep for decades for decades, right ?! Am I already a gray-haired grandpa, Wen Yu? Isn't he also a little old man ?! "

system:"……"

The system hasn't answered yet. Suddenly, the door was opened, and people outside came in accustomed to come in. His condition looked very bad, and his face was even worse than Chi Zhao lying on the bed.

He usually lives in this room, eats here, and sleeps here. He stays in this room almost every time except when he has to go out.

The person in bed closed his eyes quietly day after day, apparently hurting the internal organs, but he couldn't wake up, and he was called to a consultation by a famous doctor all over the world, but no one could explain this situation. In the end, they could only tell him helplessly that there are many incurable diseases in the world, and some doctors cannot diagnose them.

And they told him very politely, looking at this way, Wen Xijun may never wake up, hoping that he can prepare psychologically.

Hearing the words of countless doctors silently, he chose not to believe those words.

Bringing people back to the Song family from Meng Guo, he bought the best medical equipment and placed it at home, then invited dozens of experienced and capable medical staff to keep them working in this house.

When they are not needed, they are the cleaning staff, the chef, the housekeeper and the deacon. When needed, they will immediately take off their work clothes, put on a white coat, and then run to check on the man who has no sign of waking at all.

An accident not only left Wen Xijun completely in a coma, but also exposed his mind in front of everyone.

Whenever something happened, as long as others had eyes, he could see that his concern and worry for Wen Xijun had gone far beyond the boundaries of adoptive fathers and sons. They even dared to say that if Wen Xijun was not rescued, he would definitely avenge Wen Xijun. After that, he followed him.

At first, everyone felt shocked, and later, everyone felt sad. In the end, all the emotions that were almost sentimental disappeared, and people returned to reality and began to be dissatisfied with his behavior.

Song Xuezhong said to him countless times, and even raised his hands to slap him soberly, but it was useless.

People from the Wen family almost come to annoy him almost every day. They all want him to send Wen Xijun back to the Wen family. He always sinks his face with the warmth of the face, and the anxiety of the gentle smile, even the smallest of the twilight and gentleness. Unfortunately, they were all angry at him.

Because he does not 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 my father in your house, and what qualifications prohibit us from seeing him!"

Wen Zhuang has the thinnest temperament. As soon as he said nothing, he regretted it. He stared at Wen Yu, trying to take back every word he had just said, "Second and second brother, I am not That means ... I, I ... So why don't you let us see our father! "

Wen Zhuang's hissing voice went down, and he sat down with a dismal look, "I haven't visited him this year, he still owes me one day this year ..."

Wen Ke has been renamed. He is now called Wen Hu, standing next to Wen Zhuang, his face is also not good, but after watching Wen Yu for a long time, he did not say a word that asked him to hand over Wen Xijun.

If you use others as your own, he will not hand them over.

No matter what other people say, Wen Yu just stayed unmoved. They guessed his mind over and over again, 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 raised, he will wake up again.

Such naive thoughts actually appeared in Wen Yu's heart, and talking out might make many people laugh.

However, no matter how ridiculous, Wen Yu must think so, because if he does not leave himself with a bit of ridiculous hope, he will not be able to persist.

At midnight, Wen Yu couldn't sleep all the time, sitting beside Wen Xijun, he looked at his face with a dazzling look.

Turns out, does he like Wen Xijun so much?

I like it without him, but without his life.

The heart always came with pulse-like dull pain, and it seemed to get used to it. Since Wen Xijun was in a coma, Wen Yu has suffered from insomnia. He often cannot sleep. He can sleep for five or six hours a day even if he sleeps well. Every day before he falls asleep, he closes his eyes and prays every day. Are all the same sentence.

I hope to wake up tomorrow, Wen Xijun has opened his eyes.

Wen Yu felt that he was not such a bad person, so he should not have encountered such a cruel thing.

His lover will not die, his lover will return.

Will.

Standing one meter away from that bed, Wen Yu paused. He looked at Chi Zhao for a long time, and his expression on his face remained unchanged.

When Chi Zhao saw him, he muttered even more.

Wen Yu's face was not good. I had trouble eating and sleeping well, and I personally carried a mafia family with a history of hundreds of years and suffered a lot of injuries. So now he looks a lot more stubborn than before, and when he slaps, he will become older.

Chi Zhao blinked hesitantly, "Am I now ... already running for four?"

...

This hallucination has appeared before, but he hasn't heard any sound before.

Moreover, the sound is hoarse and unpleasant, but it is in line with the physical characteristics of patients who have slept for six months.

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

"No, don't I? I'm old enough that you can't even accept it?"

Chi Zhao's sentence is just a joke. Wen Yu hasn't grown old much. The body of the frozen male goddess Wen will not noticeably age. He is watching Wen Yu's expression too cautiously. He just wanted to say a joke to ease the atmosphere, but he never thought that as soon as he finished this sentence, Wen Yu cried.

Two lines of tears quickly fell from his eyes, the tears rolled all over his cheeks, and eventually fell on the dark gray marble floor. Chi Zhao's expression froze. He stretched his arms again and found that he still couldn't get up.

After working for several seconds without any progress, he had to give up, and then called him with little energy. "Don't cry, isn't it a good thing if I wake up? According to the process, you should come and hug me now."

The tight embrace that was expected did not appear. Chi Zhao just woke up. Wen Yu was afraid to hug him, for fear of hurting his body. So he just ran over with excitement, put his big hand on Chi Zhao's hair, he leaned down, and kissed Chi Zhao's brows heavily, and the salty tears ran along Wen Yu's chin to Chi Zhao's dry lips Chi Zhao poked out the tip of his tongue and licked it slightly.

How bitter.

The doctor was called soon. Chi Zhao's coma was a medical problem. Now that he is awake, it is another medical miracle. The doctor kept checking Chi Zhao non-stop, after confirming that there was nothing wrong with him, they went out quickly. Already.

If he doesn't go out, Wen Yu is expected to kill.

No outsider was present, Chi Zhao took a sip of water from the straw. "So, I was just in a coma for half a year."

Wen Yu's eyes looking at Chi Zhao were full of complaints at once. What was called half a year? In just six months, he had almost killed him.

When he found that he had said something wrong, Chi Zhao smiled dryly, "I am not awake."

Wen Yu put down the glass with the straw in his mouth, and he raised his lips from the bottom of his heart. "Well, thank you for waking up."

Wen Yu's mood has not calmed down, Chi Zhao's vision is not so clear now, he can see the excitement that Wen Yu tried to suppress. Chi Zhao couldn't imagine how he had spent the past six months. Wen Yu was not a self-regulated person. He must have suffered a lot in the past six months, right?

That's why his tears are so bitter, and the astringent Chizhao's heart twitches in general.

The longer you wake up, the better your health. Now Chi Zhao can move his arm. He looks at Wen Yu and slowly moves his palm.

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

Then he covered his hands.

Chi Zhao still couldn't help, Wen Yu took the initiative to fasten his five fingers, he lowered his eyes, feeling that although he was soft in his hands, he still tried hard to respond to his strength. The piece was in his heart for half a year, every day. They were torturing his boulder, and it disappeared so easily.

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