My Foolish Snake Husband Wouldn’t Stop Pestering Me

"Yan Rui was seriously injured. When I went there, he was covered in injuries, and he was bleeding from underneath. The carpet under him was dyed red..." After speaking, Duan Lin raised his head. Hands cover eyes, fingers tremble.

Duan Lin lowered his head and took a deep breath.

"I held him and watched the moment he closed his eyes. For a moment, I thought he would never wake up again. Uncle He, you said..." Duan Lin choked, "I Why are you so cruel?"

A sour gas rushed into his nose, and tears wet his eyelashes again.

Uncle He didn't say a word, his heart was surging, and he clenched the receiver in his hand.

"How is Young Master Yan now?"

"It's still in the emergency room, and it shouldn't be life-threatening."

Uncle He breathed a sigh of relief, but his heart was still on his mind, "Second Young Master, Young Master Yan will take care of you hard. I will tell the old lady here."

"Uncle He, grandma's side, wait for Yan Rui to feel better before talking to her. I'm afraid grandma won't be able to take it anymore when she finds out."

Uncle He thought for a while and agreed.

After hanging up, Duan Lin stood outside the emergency room door, staring stiffly at the closed door.

The doctor came out and asked, "Where are the family members of the patient?"

Duan Lin rushed forward: "Here!"

The doctor's face was stern, Duan Lin's heart was beating wildly, and his eyes were a little red.

"Doctor... What's wrong with him? Is it not possible..." The voice became more and more trembling, and it was connected with the heartbeat.

The doctor saw Duan Lin's image, and directly regarded him as a violent scum, and said angrily: "Don't worry, I won't die for the time being, if you try harder and more times, your partner will probably live in the hospital. ."

Duan Lin was relieved to hear the first half of the sentence, stunned for a while, and then heard the second half of the sentence and explained, "He is not my target."

The doctor was too lazy to listen to his explanation: "The patient has both internal and external injuries, and the three broken fingers on his right hand have been connected, so be careful not to move his hand these days. In addition, there are many physical injuries, so don't get wet before the wound heals. , if you want to take a bath, wipe it, so as not to cause inflammation and scars..."

"Wait, it's too much, I'll record it with my phone." He was taking care of someone for the first time, and his methods were unfamiliar. He was afraid that one person could not take care of him well and his condition would become serious, so he must remember these precautions clearly.

The doctor saw him take out his mobile phone and type, and then he started talking about precautions again.

Only this time it was slower and clearer.

"The patient is malnourished." When he said this, the doctor's face was indescribable in words.

Yan Rui suffers from severe malnutrition, malnutrition, and anemia.

Malnutrition can be so serious these days, the doctor was also very curious and asked Duan Lin's patient's diet in detail.

It's no wonder that Yan Rui is not malnourished. He is Zhou Ran's spare blood bank. From time to time, he will go to the hospital to draw blood once, one thousand milliliters at a time.

At home, the diet is also irregular. Duan Lin and he have lived with him for a month, and the kitchen has not been turned on once.

Duan Lin ordered takeout, and Yan Rui went outside to buy bread to eat.

Mingming's grandma gave him a bank card, which contains his living expenses, but he likes to suffer without it. Who can be blamed for this situation now?

If you don't feel sorry for yourself, can you expect others to treat him well?

The doctor prescribed some recipes for Duan Lin. In short, to solve the problem, it is necessary to eat some supplements, eat more healthy food, and maintain a healthy, scientific and reasonable diet of three meals a day.

This disease can not be solved by hospitalization. If you want to cure it, you can only take care of it slowly.

Duan Lin used his mobile phone to memorize it carefully, "Thank you, doctor, I have memorized everything."

"Okay, the patient is now transferred to the ward. Take good care of him and keep an eye on him for the infusion."

Duan Lin sniffed, watching Yan Rui being pushed out and into the ward.

Duan Lin hurriedly followed, looking at his slender left arm with an infusion tube inserted, and one hand was swollen.

Second Young Master Duan, who had never served anyone, was so busy that he was in a hurry. After Yan Rui was safely sent to the ward, he moved a chair and sat beside the bed and looked at him.

He looked at his face and hands for a while, and then stared at the drip bottle hanging on it, lest the air would run in and pour out the blood after the potion was dripping.

After sitting for a while, Duan Lin couldn't help but reached out and touched Yan Rui's fingers.

Like a fragile ice cube, it feels like it will shatter when you touch it. When you hold it in your hand, it's like holding a bone and clenching your hand.

Duan Lin put his hand next to his face, and thought to himself: Yan Rui, don't like my brother, okay?

......

Yan Rui woke up again, it was already late at night.

He didn't know how long he had been in a coma. He clearly planned to listen to Duan Lin's words without closing his eyes, but he still couldn't get through it when he got to the hospital.

Now that he woke up, his breath was filled with the bitter taste of disinfectant. Yan Rui coughed lightly and looked at the top of his head weakly.

The drip bottle was hanging on the left hand side, the transparent liquid slowly slipped down the plastic tube, his eyes slowly down, and he saw a pair of slender and white fingers.

Duan Lin, who was 1.85 meters tall, sat curled up on the chair, lightly covering his left hand with both hands, and the temperature in his palm was continuously transmitted to his cold left hand.

Yan Rui moved his fingers, and Duan Lin woke up.

He sat up straight, with sleepy eyes that seemed to be lit by a fire.

Duan Lin stared at Yan Rui and asked, "Sister-in-law, are you awake? Are you hungry? Are you still feeling sick? Do you want to drink some water first?"

Yan Rui coughed, his body heaving up and down, and the pain was twitching from the wound.

Duan Lin immediately got up and rang the bell, shouting to the outside: "Doctor, the patient is awake and is coughing now, come here quickly!"

Yan Rui was out of breath at first, but when he heard him being so noisy, he hurriedly called him: "Duan Lin, I'm fine, stop shouting, loud noises are prohibited in the hospital."

Duan Lin, who loves tossing about things, stopped his voice immediately, and sat down beside Yan Rui, touching his nose, looking down at the person, looking like he was hesitant to say anything.

"Sister-in-law, are you still in pain? Is your body still uncomfortable?"

Yan Rui shook his head, "Much better."

During Duan Chen's torture before, he broke his throat when he shouted, but now his throat hurts so badly, it's like being scratched by a knife, his vocal cords are hoarse, and even his voice is hoarse.

Duan Lin quickly got up and poured him a glass of water, "Drink some water."

Duan Lin was really thirsty and took a gulp of water from the rim of his cup.

When Duan Chen kissed his mouth in the morning, he bit his mouth, and now drinking water, pulling on the wound hurts greatly.

What hurts more is the heart, it hurts too much.

After I poured water into my stomach, my stomach felt sour for a while, my eyes were sore, and my nose was sore.

He raised his right hand and rubbed his eyes with his sleeve, feeling that he was useless.

"You haven't eaten for a day, have you? Let me call you a bowl of porridge."