Chapter 710 The Wound Is Torn
Arriving in front of Xia Beiqing, Shen Zhiyu hurriedly supported the wheelchair so as not to fall down, and tried his best to restrain his breathing, not wanting Xia Beiqing to see his rapid panting.
Xia Beiqing stretched out his hand and firmly grasped Shen Zhiyu's arm. The joy and excitement were self-evident. He looked at Shen Zhiyu and suddenly froze, and the corners of his raised lips gradually sank.
Xia Beiqing tugged at Shen Zhiyu's sleeve, and then pointed at Shen Zhiyu's face with his fingers, his eyes were full of doubts and inquiries.
Shen Zhiyu touched his face: "What's wrong?"
Xia Beiqing opened his mouth, anxious to speak, but found that he couldn't make a sound, so he hurriedly took out the pen and paper he carried with him, and hurriedly wrote on it.
——Teacher Shen, why do you look so pale? People also lost a lot of weight.
Xia Beiqing frowned, reached out to pinch Shen Zhiyu's arm, and touched Shen Zhiyu's waist, as if to make sure of something.
Shen Zhiyu grabbed Xia Beiqing's hand in time, forced a smile and said, "I'm fine, maybe I'm too tired from taking care of my friends these days."
Xia Beiqing shook his head, obviously not convinced.
It's only been three days, how could he lose so much weight all of a sudden.
Shen Zhiyu caressed Xia Beiqing's worried face: "It's okay, haven't I come back now? Slowly I will gain weight again."
Xia Beiqing nodded, but couldn't be happier.
When Shen Zhiyu came back, the bodyguard packed up his things and left. In the room, Shen Zhiyu and Xia Beiqing sat on the bed, leaning against each other, and holding hands tightly, talking about Shen Zhiyu's recent days. absent things.
Xia Beiqing wrote on the paper.
——Ms. Shen, I miss your cooking so much.
Shen Zhiyu smiled and said, "I'll make it for you tomorrow, it's too late, shall we go to bed first?"
Xia Beiqing nodded.
The two lay down slowly, Xia Beiqing reached out and hugged Shen Zhiyu tightly, his arm accidentally touched Shen Zhiyu's surgical wound, Shen Zhiyu trembled violently in pain.
Xia Beiqing immediately noticed Shen Zhiyu's strangeness, and looked at Shen Zhiyu with doubtful eyes.
Shen Zhiyu gritted his teeth and endured the pain, and pretended to be nonchalant on the surface: "It's okay, go to sleep, I'm too tired and sleepy these days."
Xia Beiqing lowered his head and did not ask any further questions.
The next day, Shen Zhiyu woke up from the pain. He opened his eyes, and Xia Beiqing beside him was still fast asleep.
I don't know if it was because I was touched last night. There were bursts of pain in the surgical wound. Shen Zhiyu tightly covered the wound with his hands, and sat up carefully, trying not to wake Xia Beiqing up.
When he came to the bathroom, he locked the door behind him, opened his clothes, and took off the gauze. Because the wound was on his back, he could only look back through the camera. He saw that the wound was torn a little, and blood oozes out, staining the gauze red.
Shen Zhiyu found the first aid kit and rewrapped the wound, not wanting Xia Beiqing to notice anything unusual.
After dealing with all this, Shen Zhiyu came to the kitchen, ready to cook porridge for Xia Beiqing, but his body still couldn't exert much strength, so he moved very slowly. Gradually, he felt tight in his chest, a little out of breath, and his head felt tight. dizzy.
Shen Zhiyu wanted to get the spoon, but before he took a few steps, he felt dizzy, and hurriedly stretched out his hand to hold onto the corner of the table, almost falling to the ground.
At this time, there was the sound of the door being opened behind him. Shen Zhiyu turned his head and saw Xia Beiqing coming out of the room in a wheelchair. strange.