Xiong Weiqun's excitement and sobriety did not last long. When the takeaway was delivered, he fell into sleep again. Zhong Ping couldn't even ask him if he wanted to eat porridge.
Xiong Dan was saved! Blood cancer cannot be called a terminal disease in this era. On the one hand, Zhong Ping was very happy for the two siblings, but on the other hand, he was a little worried about what Xiong Weiqun said before falling asleep again.
This surgery also costs a lot of money, otherwise Xiong Weiqun would still have a solemn expression at this point. The price of the surgery must have been discussed at the end of the phone call.
While eating, Zhong Ping thought about what Xiong Weiqun would do when he woke up again... When he needed money like this, he didn't have enough money on hand, no source of money, and he was still injured...
What would he do? What would he do if he were in Xiong Weiqun's position? He might go crazy, then run around his building three times screaming and spontaneously combust...
The more Zhong Ping thought about it, the more he thought there was no way he could do it at this time, so he looked at Xiong Weiqun with sad eyes. He only hated that he was a little kindergarten teacher with nothing. If he were the boss of a big consortium, what would happen if he was the big boss of some big consortium?
No matter what, it wouldn't have developed into what it is now.
If he is some kind of big boss... maybe someone buys Xiong Weiqun to kill him, and he probably won't have such an experience. At that time, he will put a sticker outside his window saying "How much will the other party pay to buy you? I will pay three times."
"Such a self-defense slogan.
Zhong Ping did not continue with his fantasies after that. He felt angina when he saw Xiong Weiqun. At this time, no matter what he did, he could pick out the dream of a millionaire boss by picking at his fingernails, which made him feel even more powerless.
In the end, all Zhong Ping thought about was that if there was anything he could do to help Xiong Weiqun and Xiong Dan, he would definitely do it...
But he couldn't do anything, and the last idea was just in vain.
In the following time, Zhong Ping responsibly fed Xiong Weiqun water with a spoon without interruption. He didn't know whether the water was drunk or absorbed by his dry lips. He also wiped Xiong Weiqun's face and neck with alcohol to cool down. Finally, he stared at
Then Xiong Weiqun kept an eye on his usual sleeping time.
Zhong Ping prepared the ointment and gauze with great concern. Unable to see directly, he took off the bandage on Xiong Weiqun's waist. He replaced the old medicine with a feeling of death, cleaned up the horrible pus around the wound, and sprinkled new medicine on it.
,Repackage.
Seeing the tragic condition of the wound, he once again wanted to drag Xiong Weiqun to the hospital, but he was also afraid that when Xiong Weiqun woke up, he would struggle to run out regardless of the wound. As a non-injured person, he was really confused enough.
Before going to bed at night, Xiong Weiqun's fever still hadn't gone away. Zhong Ping was lying on the uncomfortable sofa wrapped in his childish down jacket. Thinking of the current situation, he sat up suddenly, his heart pounding.
He probably won't be able to go to work tomorrow? He forgot to ask Sister Ma for leave... Is it really okay for Sister Ma to take care of all the children in the kindergarten for several days... Forget it, what's the use of these cool things at this time?
But no one can help.
So he called Sister Ma around ten o'clock in the evening. Fortunately, Sister Ma was not sleeping. She was playing mahjong with her relatives in the little free time she had.
In front of several relatives, Sister Ma couldn't get angry on the phone. While Zhong Ping was thankful, he also thought that he would not be able to eat anything and walk around on the day when he went to work.
Thinking of these positive normal worlds, Zhong Ping giggled. He really wanted to live a normal life with Xiong Weiqun, live together peacefully, work together, eat together...
Reality is a piece of shit. Zhong Ping couldn't help but become cynical.
After thinking about it, Zhong Ping fell asleep on the sofa from exhaustion.
But he soon woke up. He heard someone rummaging around in the house. Zhong Ping, who was not in the state of mind, thought that there was another thief at home. He froze on the sofa for a long time before he remembered that he and Xiong Weiqun were the only ones at home.
I thought of Xiong Weiqun first!
Zhong Ping sat up suddenly and felt as if he had a stiff neck. He pinched his neck and looked into the bedroom.
Sure enough, Xiong Weiqun was sitting there, with his clothes laid out on the bed. Xiong Weiqun seemed to be trying out which ones he could wear and which ones he couldn't, and he probably almost failed.
"You, what are you going to do..." Zhong Ping came up with the lines of a good woman before being raped.
Xiong Weiqun felt that the matter was obvious, so he spread his hands and said: "Find something to wear."
"Then, then...get dressed and go where..."
Xiong Weiqun felt that this matter was obvious, but he still answered patiently: "I want to go back to city B."
Zhong Ping stuttered for a long time, and finally got to the point: "Go back? How can you go back if you are injured like this?!"
But Xiong Weiqun looked like it had nothing to do with him: "It happened unexpectedly. It looks like I won't be able to catch the train. I'll catch a bus."