On the first night when Xiong Weiqun was injured, Zhong Ping stayed up until the second half of the night in fear, staring at the wound, and occasionally snorting to see if Xiong Weiqun was dead.
It's great that Xiong Weiqun didn't die before he finally fell asleep.
When Zhong Ping woke up the next day, his upper body was lying on the bed in a kneeling position. He stood up and stretched his muscles. He felt that not a single bone was in the right place. It would be too harmful to sleep lying down.
On weekdays, as long as Zhong Ping makes any movement - even if he sits up from the bed and puts his feet on the ground to find his slippers - Xiong Weiqun will wake up and stare at him when he goes out.
Looking at Xiong Weiqun now, he rarely reacted at all. That state could no longer be called asleep, it should be called coma.
Otherwise, drag him to the hospital like this? There is always such an idea lingering in Zhong Ping's mind.
But Xiong Weiqun doesn't know why he doesn't want to go to the hospital. Even at a critical moment of life and death, he still insists on not going to the hospital. Maybe there is some reason.
On the eve of going to work, Zhong Ping was still thinking wildly in the bedroom. He was startled when he heard what Xiong Weiqun seemed to say. Did he wake up? He hurriedly stepped forward to check.
The result of the check was that Xiong Weiqun did not wake up, but was unconsciously chanting his sister's name "Dandan". Zhong Ping's heart almost sank to the bottom of the bed with such thoughts, and when he checked just now, he found that Xiong Weiqun's face was so hot that it could fry.
Egg. It was obviously a wound infection, and now he started to have a fever. No, maybe the fever started last night, and he just didn't notice it.
At this moment, Zhong Ping suddenly became determined and decided that no matter what Xiong Weiqun would do to him when he woke up, he would drag Xiong Weiqun to the hospital.
So Zhong Ping called Sister Ma and expressed his intention to take a day off. Sister Ma unexpectedly yelled at him, to the effect that it was okay if he didn't go to work. He even asked for leave half an hour before work, so it was okay to take leave.
, both of them were actually absent. Today's young people, if they don't want to do something, just say so. If you want to torture her crazy, you don't need to be so indirect...
Withstanding the pressure, Zhong Ping got this day off. As soon as he put down the phone, he took his clothes to the bedside. He thought that if he wanted to drag Xiong Weiqun out, he couldn't be naked in the winter, so he tried his best to avoid it.
Dress him while touching his wounds.
It was quite difficult to put a pullover on an unconscious person. He also had to be careful about Xiong Weiqun's wounds. Xiong Weiqun's arms refused to obey and went into the sleeves first.
After tinkering for a long time, Zhong Ping finally noticed that Xiong Weiqun had opened his eyes and was looking at him with a distracted expression. Although his eyes were not sharp enough, he was still so frightened that he pushed Xiong Weiqun, who had a sweater on one arm, to lie back on the bed.
, stammered: "That...I didn't...not...um..."
Xiong Weiqun just looked at him, making no other movements, or in other words, he was really unable to do anything else. He opened and closed his lips slightly, as if he was saying something. Zhong Ping put his ears to Xiong Weiqun's mouth, and he really couldn't tell what Xiong Weiqun was saying.
What.
Maybe he was thirsty and wanted to drink water? Zhong Ping looked at Xiong Weiqun's mouth suspiciously and found that it was indeed very dry. He made a reassuring gesture, rushed out of the room to get some water from the water dispenser, and came back to hold up Xiong Weiqun's head.
Put the cup to his mouth.
Xiong Weiqun drank some water and turned his head away. Zhong Ping had to put him back on the pillow. At this time, he finally heard Xiong Weiqun say in standard Mandarin: "I don't want to go to the hospital."
Zhong Ping found this really difficult to understand. From a visual inspection, Xiong Weiqun would not jump up and stab him with a knife, so he analyzed the situation rationally: "Your current situation really requires you to go to the hospital. Look, I don't even have a thermometer."
, your fever is so severe, I didn’t even know it was in the 40s or 50s. If you don’t take care of it, it will be too late!”
"I'm not going to the hospital." Xiong Weiqun said with distracted eyes, but his tone was still firm.
"I just thought you had a fever and were talking nonsense! You can't hold on any longer! Do you think it doesn't matter if you die? Don't you still have a sister? What will happen to her if you die? What you are doing is one corpse and two lives!" Zhong!
Ping stared at Xiong Weiqun seriously and tried to persuade him incoherently.
When Xiong Weiqun heard "sister", he glanced at Zhong Ping and said, "My sister is in the hospital."
"How about being in the hospital! The hospital is not..."
"She is the only family I have." Xiong Weiqun seemed to have not heard Zhong Ping's defense and said to himself.
Zhong Ping was interrupted and stared at Xiong Weiqun in astonishment, not knowing what he wanted to say.
"Do you know why I only have her as a family member?" Xiong Weiqun still asked in a calm tone.
Zhong Ping was still stunned and shook his head blankly, not knowing whether Xiong Weiqun could see it or not.
Xiong Weiqun continued speaking without rising or falling: "She is not my biological sister, her father is my uncle. Grandma and grandpa are my father and my uncle's two sons, so we have had a good relationship since she was a child."
Not her biological sister? Zhong Ping wanted to ask this question. But Xiong Weiqun continued without pausing: "One day our family, grandparents, parents, uncles, aunts, my sister and I went traveling together. We took a tour group early in the morning