I won't chase you a second time

Chapter 45

From yesterday to now, in Jiang Wensong's impression, He Mingxu didn't seem to have left the ward, nor had he had a good rest.

Jiang Wensong looked at him and asked, "What day is it today?"

"Thursday." He Mingxu sat beside the hospital bed.

"Then don't you have class today?"

"Well, I'm on leave."

"Oh..." Jiang Wensong felt that he should let He Mingxu go to class instead of asking for leave for him, even delaying training.

"I'm fine, you go back, have a good rest, go to class on time, don't delay training."

Jiang Wensong said so, but his hand was still clutching He Mingxu's cuff, and he didn't relax at all.

"I got all the leave forms." He Mingxu held his hand, feeling a little cold, and stuffed his hand into the bed again.

Jiang Wensong didn't let go, holding He Mingxu's hand in bed, and said regretfully, "There's no other way."

Obvious duplicity.

After a while, the doctor came to ask about the situation.

Jiang Wensong asked eagerly when he could be discharged from the hospital.

He couldn't sleep well in the ward.

The doctor said that most of the wounds on his body were skin traumas, and he did not hurt any bones or internal organs. He could be discharged from the hospital after a checkup and all indicators were normal tomorrow.

That is to say, tomorrow is Friday, and I can’t go through the discharge procedures on Saturday and Sunday, and it will be Monday at the earliest.

Jiang Wensong was a little discouraged, and made up his mind that he would sleep here for four nights.

After the doctor left, it was time to apply the medicinal wine. He Mingxu got up and drew the curtain around the bed, put the medicinal wine on the small table beside him, and stretched out his hand to untie Jiang Wensong's clothes.

When Jiang Wensong woke up, he took a peek under his neckline. Most of them were bruised, blue and purple, and looked horrible.

He didn't want He Mingxu to see it.

"I'll paint it myself."

"You can't paint it." He Mingxu shook his head and reached out his hand.

"Oh." Jiang Wensong stopped resisting, and obediently looked down at He Mingxu's knuckle-boned fingers patiently unbuttoning him.

He Mingxu was very close to him, and Jiang Wensong seemed to feel his carefulness.

After taking off the large hospital gown, Jiang Wensong looked down at his chest, it was really ugly.

"It's so ugly." There is also the color of medicinal wine on it.

He Mingxu didn't intend to talk to him, frowned, and gently smeared it with cold medicinal wine.

Take a moment, be extremely careful.

"You should say it's not ugly." Jiang Wensong answered for him.

It actually hurt a little when he painted the bruise on his back, but Jiang Wensong didn't dare to say it, he frowned and moaned.

He didn't know why he was so weak.

Maybe some of the soft side is shown to certain people, because those people will definitely love you.

When He Mingxu heard his snort, he relaxed again and stopped his movements.

Jiang Wensong turned his back to him, unable to see his expression.

After a while, He Mingxu stopped moving again, probably finished painting.

"Have you finished painting?" Before Jiang Wensong finished asking, he felt a string of feather-like kisses on his shoulders.

Jiang Wensong arched his fair back, tense from these kisses, his body muscles tightened.

He Mingxu's kiss landed on the side of his neck, "Don't get hurt again in the future."

His voice was low and heavy, and he felt tired.

Jiang Wensong also felt distressed, and nodded quickly.

The kiss was very short, He Mingxu left after finishing speaking, then pulled up his clothes and buttoned him patiently.

In the evening, Song Ruimin came to the ward again, bringing in a lot of things.

Went to the bed and asked Jiang Wensong if he was better.

Seeing that Jiang Wensong nodded and was in a good state of mind, he nodded reassuringly and told him that the police had already caught the garbage, and that when the police found the garbage, those gangsters didn't know what they were doing. The matter, the whole body is injured.

Jiang Wensong nodded, not curious why they were all wounded, and didn't want to ask anything else.

Of course the police will catch those gangsters, but they will definitely implicate Jiang Yuantao.

Seeing his expression, Song Ruimin stopped talking, picked up the fruit next to him, and went to wash it.

After dinner, He Mingxu and Song Ruimin still stayed in the ward, but there was only one chair for each bed, Song Ruimin sat by the bed, and He Mingxu stood on the other side.

Jiang Wensong looked at the two of them, "You all go back and rest, I haven't rested all day, I can do it alone."

It's not a serious illness. Compared with those with broken legs and arms, his ability to take care of himself is much stronger.

"That's okay, I don't worry." Of course Song Ruimin didn't agree.

He Mingxu didn't say anything, but stood aside.

"Auntie, you can't sleep if you stay here, and I'm really fine." Although it hurts a bit, as long as you move slowly and don't press on the wound, it's not a big problem to get up and go to the bathroom slowly.

Jiang Wensong tried to persuade Song Ruimin for a long time, and finally let her take a step back. Song Ruimin booked a hotel nearby, and left after Jiang Wensong's bedtime.

After persuading his aunt, Jiang Wensong turned his head and looked at He Mingxu.

It was easier for He Mingxu to talk more, so he nodded and agreed.

Jiang Wensong didn't want Song Ruimin to stay guard in the ward, other than that it was really nothing serious, Song Ruimin was really too wordy.

He found that the older he got, the more verbose Song Ruimin became.

She could talk about things big and small for hours, and Jiang Wensong was already drowsy from what she said.

Seeing Jiang Wensong's sleepy look, Song Ruimin finally stopped talking, helped Jiang Wensong close the curtain around the bed, and walked out of the ward lightly, carrying his bag.

He Mingxu followed Song Ruimin, looked back at Jiang Wensong, and left the ward together.

The hospital was very quiet at night, and Song Ruimin's secretary had already left work on time.

The two of them, one in front of the other, walked all the way to the gate of the hospital. Song Ruimin's driver was already waiting at the gate.

"Are you with Wen Song?" Song Ruimin stood in front and turned to ask He Mingxu, with no trace of joy or anger in his tone.

"En." He Mingxu nodded frankly, looking at Song Ruimin.

Hearing this, Song Ruimin seemed to sigh lightly, turned around and left without speaking.

Jiang Wensong didn't actually want to fall asleep, he just didn't want to listen to Song Ruimin's nagging anymore, so he had to pretend to be drowsy.

As soon as the two walked out of the ward, Jiang Wensong opened his eyes and turned to look at the vacant space next to him, feeling a little lost.

Jiang Wensong picked up his phone, hesitating whether to send He Mingxu a message asking where he slept tonight.

But when the message was sent, it was exposed.

After holding the mobile phone for a long time, when he hesitated, the curtain around the hospital bed was pulled open again.

Jiang Wensong was taken aback, and looked up to see He Mingxu who had come back again.

"Why didn't you sleep?"

"You didn't leave?"

The two spoke at the same time, and were silent at the same time.

He Mingxu closed the curtain again, and brought some things over.

Jiang Wensong couldn't hide his happiness, and tried to sit up with his hands on his hands.

"Don't move!" He Mingxu frowned and lowered his voice.

"Oh." Jiang Wensong didn't dare to move, so he had to lie down like this again.

"What did you buy?" He looked at the bag in He Mingxu's hand.

"Nuan Baobao." He Mingxu unwrapped the package, wrapped another handkerchief, and stuffed it into Jiang Wensong's hand.

Although it is already spring now, the weather is still very cold occasionally. Jiang Wensong's hands and feet are always very cold. In addition to the salt water that was hung for a long time yesterday, his hands and feet cannot be warmed up.

Jiang Wensong held the warm baby in his palm, tilted his head to look at He Mingxu, and thought it was pleasing no matter how he looked at it.

He Mingxu took two warm babies, pulled away Jiang Wensong's quilt corner, stuck them to his socks, and then put another pair of socks on the outside.

After a while, Jiang Wensong asked reluctantly, "Are you still leaving?"

He Mingxu didn't answer right away. He looked into Jiang Wensong's bright eyes and looked at him expectantly, as if his irritable heart had also been soothed, so he said in a comforting tone, "Don't go."

Jiang Wensong was happy for a few minutes, but felt selfish again, so He Mingxu would have a hard time.

"You'd better go out and find a hotel to rest, you didn't sleep well yesterday."

He Mingxu didn't speak.

After the two got together, He Mingxu seldom rejected him, but he often rejected him.

He said that when he refused, he would choose to remain silent, and basically would not change his decision.

Seeing that he didn't answer, Jiang Wensong had no choice but to settle for the next best thing. "Then lie on my bed and sleep for a while."

"Not sleepy yet." He Mingxu shook his head. "Go to sleep."

Jiang Wensong couldn't persuade He Mingxu, so he lay on the bed and looked at him a little discouraged.

Until he fell asleep, He Mingxu still kept looking at him in that position. If he didn't see He Mingxu sleeping on his bedside when he woke up the next day, Jiang Wensong would have thought that he hadn't slept all night.

Jiang Wensong looked at He Mingxu's head, but didn't dare to move. He just looked at He Mingxu like this, looking at him carefully, from the tip of his hair to his eyebrows, from the tip of his nose to the corner of his mouth.

Until the line of sight fell on He Mingxu's wrist.

The sleeves shrunk up slightly, revealing a piece of gauze.

The patients in the surrounding beds started to make noise. He Mingxu seemed to be awakened by the noise, and he slowly straightened up, subconsciously looking at Jiang Wensong who had already woken up.

"What happened to your wrist?" Jiang Wensong asked him.

He Mingxu paused, as if he hadn't fully woken up yet, he frowned and looked at his wrist, as if he was recalling, "I accidentally scratched it."

"Why did you accidentally scratch it?" Jiang Wensong reached out to take his hand and take a closer look.

He Mingxu put his hands behind his back.

But in the end, he was still worried that the excited Jiang Wensong would touch his wound, so he stretched out his hand to him.

The wound on He Mingxu's arm was not small, covering from the wrist to the elbow.

Jiang Wensong's complexion became ugly, and he felt paler than before.

"How did you get hurt?" Jiang Wensong asked, without any thoughts in his mind, he didn't know why He Mingxu got hurt.

He Mingxu pulled down his sleeves, touched Jiang Wensong, trying to comfort him: "I came here in a hurry before, and I fell on the road and was scratched by the iron sheet."

"Are you so careless?" Jiang Wensong couldn't believe it, how could there be iron sheets on the side of the road.

He looked up at He Mingxu, his eyes were red, as if he was about to cry.

He Mingxu said yes.

Jiang Wensong looked at He Mingxu's arm, and held on to the sleeve.

"Skin trauma, it will heal soon." He Mingxu held his hand and squeezed it, feeling that it was not so cold anymore.

After washing up, Jiang Wensong took the doctor's order in advance and went to the outpatient building for an examination.

Song Ruimin had been waiting at the outpatient clinic for a long time, carrying a hot breakfast, and was slightly taken aback when he saw He Mingxu helping Jiang Wensong out of the elevator.

Wondering why He Mingxu came earlier than her.

Jiang Wensong's list was opened early, and the number was also in the front line, and the inspection was done quickly.

After returning to the ward and having breakfast, the police came to the ward to take notes.

Considering that Jiang Wensong was unwell, after making a brief statement, the policeman left the room, and Song Ruimin went out with him. It is estimated that there are still some matters to be dealt with.

After all, he is an ordinary person. Although he has done nothing wrong, he is still a little nervous when facing the police.

After the policeman left the ward, Jiang Wensong relaxed, and ate the fruits He Mingxu had cut one bite at a time.

Today Jiang Wensong didn't ask Song Ruimin to keep her little assistant, so now only He Mingxu is sitting next to him.

In the afternoon, Shen Xingwen, Chen Taotao, Wang Haohao, Jiang Yao, and Gao Cheng all came, carrying fruit baskets in their hands.

Although the fruits on Jiang Wensong's small table were almost piled up.

So Jiang Wensong asked He Mingxu to share the fruit with them.

The bruises on Jiang Wensong's face had almost disappeared, except that he looked thinner, but he actually looked fine.

Too much noise is not allowed in the ward, and within half an hour after they came in, they had already been warned three times by the nurse.

So a few people stood beside them silently, blinking their eyes at Jiang Wensong.

Jiang Wensong lay on the bed and watched them surround him, feeling quite stressed.

After chatting for a while, they urged them to go back. It was nothing serious anyway.

He Mingxu accompanied them out, and when they walked to the elevator, Shen Xingwen turned his head and asked He Mingxu in a low voice, "Brother Xu, have all those bastards gone in? How are your hands?"

"Go in, your hands are fine." He Mingxu reached out and pressed the elevator button.

"That's good." Shen Xingwen nodded.

Gao Cheng yawned on the side, his tone was light, as if he was not surprised, "Don't worry, the old He Mingxu was better at fighting."

Shen Xingwen glanced at He Mingxu upon hearing this.

When He Mingxu came to look for him in the middle of the night that day, he was really taken aback. He had never seen Brother Xu so furious.

The two rushed to the security room in the middle of the night, Shen Xingwen was eloquent, Brother Xu stuffed a large sum of money, and then quickly transferred to the surveillance camera.

Then he called a few thugs, Gao Cheng drove, and went to the shabby houses of those gangsters overnight.

Shen Xingwen was standing guard at the entrance of the alley, and the screams of those gangsters could be heard from a distance.

But these voices are not the only ones in this alley. The rest of the noise, laughter and cursing fill this narrow, dark alley.

It seems that this kind of voice belongs here.

He Mingxu was clutching his arm when he came out, Shen Xingwen didn't notice it at first, until the two of them drove out of the block again, and the bright light from outside the car shone in, and he saw Brother Xu's bloody arm.