Chapter 1152 Don't Scare Me

Brother vinyl?

It sounds like a man's name, and the title is so intimate, this man must be very important to him.

Is it possible...

What the hell happened to him in the past?

He's been drinking like hell all day, is it related to this guy named Brother Chen?

Tsing Yi's heart was in a mess, and he couldn't tell what it was like.

But it's real.

While Tsing Yi was thinking wildly, the drunkard who was in a coma suddenly convulsed.

Woke up with eyes open.

Tsing Yi was taken aback, and then said happily: "Xiao Han."

"You woke up, how do you feel? Does your heart still hurt?"

"..."

"...Xiaohan?"

Seeing that the drunkard was the same as before, his eyes were wide open, staring at the top without moving, his eyes were empty, and he looked lost, the smile on Tsing Yi's face slowly disappeared, and his heart lifted again.

"Xiao Han?"

"Can you hear me?"

"Xiao Han?"

"You, don't scare me, what's wrong with you?" He touched the alcoholic's forehead, then his face, but the alcoholic still didn't respond.

"Say something, Xiaohan?"

When Tsing Yi was about to get up to ring the emergency bell on the bedside, the drunkard who had been motionless all this time blinked his eyes.

"Xiao Han?"

"..."

"Xiao Han?"

The drunkard turned his eyes slightly, and the eyes that were empty gradually regained their clarity.

It's just that he still didn't answer Tsing Yi.

"Can you hear me?"

With his hand empty, Tsing Yi lowered his eyes subconsciously, only to see the drunkard pull his hand back from his.

Tsing Yi froze for a moment, then looked over, only to see the alcoholic slowly curling up his frail body.

Then he hugged his head, grabbed his short hair with both hands, and curled up into a ball into the quilt. His forehead was about to touch his knees, and his body began to tremble.

"What's wrong? Does your body hurt?" Tsing Yi stretched out his hand to touch the drunkard's face, but felt the warmth of his hand, and suddenly panicked, stood up and wanted to find a doctor.

But there was a sound of sobbing.

Tsing Yi paused, turned around and looked at the alcoholic whose body was shaking more and more on the hospital bed.

Leng Leng raised his hand and looked at his palm, only then did he realize that it was not cold sweat, but tears.

"...Xiao Han."

Tsing Yi yelled at him, her voice full of panic.

He reached out and touched the alcoholic's head, not knowing what to do for a moment.

Except for the last time he found him who was hiding in the hospital carrying his illness alone, and he shed tears because of guilt, he had never seen him cry.

He had thought about all kinds of possible bad situations after the alcoholic woke up, and he might even vomit blood like the previous time, so painful that he seemed to die, but he never thought that he would cry.

Hearing the drunkard's cries becoming more and more uncontrollable, Tsing Yi slowly came back to his senses.

"Xiao Han." He sat down on the edge of the bed again, bent down to get close to him, reached out and gently hugged his trembling body, and put his chin against his head.

"What's the matter, does it hurt?"

"Don't be afraid, brother is here."

"What's the matter? Tell brother." He was coaxing him like a child, coaxing him in a very soft voice, afraid that his tone would be too harsh and make him feel wronged.

I don't know if it was because of Tsing Yi's comforting words, not only did the alcoholic's emotions not be soothed, but he cried more and more fiercely.

"Don't scare me, what's going on." Tsing Yi clenched her heart together, terrified.

Alcoholics don't talk, they just cry, and the more they cry, the more fierce they become, as if they are about to die.