Chapter 423 I only Think of One Future (4)

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the recurrence of the wound made Gu Yusheng's consciousness more and more confused. He gradually lost his sight of the road ahead.

He tried his best to cheer up, opened his eyes wide, and continued to drive forward while trying to keep an eye on the people passing by.

It seemed like he drove a thousand meters, and it seemed that he only drove a few hundred meters. His legs were so weak that he couldn't even use the strength to step on the accelerator.

His breathing became more and more difficult, and his eyelids kept drooping like fighting. He knew that he would not be able to hold on any longer. Before he fell into a coma, he drove the car towards the side of the road with the last sliver of consciousness. , and then barely stepped on the brakes, the car stopped crookedly, and then he lay on the steering wheel, motionless.

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When Gu Yusheng woke up again, it was still a pitch-black night. When he opened his eyes, he saw the familiar dim light.

Although he didn't look at the surrounding environment, he knew that he was in the master bedroom of his own villa.

The fever has not subsided, but the body temperature is not so high, and the body is tired and weak. I lay on the bed for a long time, but I couldn't turn over.

There was a hanging needle on his wrist, and there was only a small amount of liquid left in the infusion bottle, which slowly flowed into his blood along the thin tube.

He lay still for a while, then closed his eyes, not falling asleep, his mind was very empty, and he didn't think about anything.

After an unknown amount of time, the door of the master bedroom was pushed open, and steady footsteps came in and stopped by the bed.

He knew it wasn't the housekeeper, but he didn't open his eyes to see who it was.

After about a minute, someone pulled out the needle on his wrist, took a cotton ball, and pressed it on the eye of the needle.

That kind of touch let him know that the person beside him is Lu Bancheng.

When Lu Bancheng took the cotton ball away, Gu Yusheng slowly opened his eyes.

Lu Bancheng was turning sideways, throwing cotton balls into the trash can, not noticing that he woke up.

Gu Yusheng didn't make a sound, he raised his arms with difficulty, supported the bed, and sat up.

Lu Bancheng, who was facing away from him, noticed the movement, turned his head and looked back: "Are you awake?"

Gu Yusheng didn't speak, and moved his body back a little, leaning against the head of the bed.

Lu Bancheng took the thermometer from the bedside table and handed it to Gu Yusheng: "Test it."

Gu Yusheng silently opened his mouth and held the thermometer in his mouth.

Lu Bancheng said again: "The housekeeper made porridge for you, I'll go and serve a bowl."

Gu Yusheng still didn't respond at all.

Lu Bancheng didn't say any more, turned and left the master bedroom.

When he came back with a bowl of porridge, Gu Yusheng had already got up from the bed, was wearing pajamas, and was sitting on the sofa, staring at a pot of green plants in the corner in a daze.

"Why are you up?" Lu Bancheng put the porridge in front of Gu Yusheng and asked, then walked to the bed, took the temperature that Gu Yusheng had just measured, and glanced at the temperature: "Thirty-eight degrees, still a little Fever, I have to ask Dr. Xia to come over tomorrow."

What responded to him was still silence in the room.

Lu Bancheng put down the thermometer, raised his head and glanced at Gu Yusheng, and found that he still maintained the posture he had just entered the room without moving.

He stood there for a while, then walked to the sofa in front of Gu Yusheng and sat down, then said aloud, "You haven't eaten all day, you should eat some at least."

Gu Yusheng continued to remain silent.

"You still have a fever. The wound on your body was infected by the rain last night. How can you get better if you don't eat?"