Qin Gang, who had been watching Xiangyang, suddenly made eye contact with him.

It was confirmed that Xiangyang had come to find him.

"Uncle Qin!" Xiang Yang burst into laughter as soon as he found him, his smile as bright as could be.

The nurse who was pushing him back stopped.

Xiangyang quickly grabbed his schoolbag and ran towards Qin Gang, shouting, "Uncle Qin, how are you?!"

The nurse looked at Xiangyang, such a handsome and clean-cut young man, and felt a little strange.

The patient in this hospital bed doesn't seem like the type to have any connection with a teenager like this at all...

Qin Gang didn't look like he'd just come from the operating room at all. He looked at Xiang Yang, resting his head on his arm, and said dismissively, "Oh, it's you, kid. What brings you here?"

As Xiang Yang spoke, he looked Qin Gang up and down, and when he saw the surgical bandages wrapped around his leg, his eyes were glued to him. "I've come to see you... Uncle Qin, what happened to your leg?"

As he spoke, Xiangyang reached out to touch it.

"Don't touch him! He just had surgery!" the nurse quickly stopped them. "You two can talk in your room."

Xiangyang quickly withdrew his hand, looking somewhat flustered, "Oh, okay..."

They said they'd talk back in the ward, but Xiangyangpo, her legs numb from squatting, still asked on the way back, "What happened to his leg? Is he alright?"

Nurse: "It depends on the recovery process."

Qin Gang looked at Xiang Yang without saying a word.

Upon arriving at the ward, Xiangyang helped Qin Gang onto the bed and couldn't help but ask again, "If he recovers well, everything will be alright, right?"

Seeing his concerned expression, the nurse smiled and said, "I said it depends on the recovery."

Xiangyang hadn't even put his schoolbag down when he saw the nurse out.

"Hey kid, what were you doing squatting in the hallway just now?" Qin Gang asked him, his head resting on a pillow. At this moment, no matter how burly and strong he was, he wasn't so aggressive anymore.

But it wasn't exactly tragic.

Xiang Yang turned around and complained, "The nurse said I wasn't a family member and wouldn't tell me which ward you were in, so I had to search from ward to ward."

Xiangyang put down his schoolbag, then walked over and looked at his leg, asking, "Uncle Qin, what happened to your leg?"

Qin Gang's eyes held a hint of a smile, but he was relieved and deliberately tried to scare him, saying, "There's a bullet in your bone."

Upon hearing this, Xiangyang was indeed terrified and looked at him sharply, his eyes wide open. "Bullets?! A gun?!?"

Qin Gang was very satisfied with his reaction. "Yes, he has a gun."

"Well," Xiangyang hesitated, "after the hospital receives you, they'll definitely call the police, right, Uncle Qin? What will happen? You won't go to jail, will you?"

The mockery in Qin Gang's eyes turned into suspicion.

This kid is even worried about whether he'd want to go to jail.

"Don't worry, the hospital didn't call the police." Qin Gang adjusted his position to make himself more comfortable.

“Oh,” Xiangyang murmured, “that’s good.”

That's good?

Qin Gang felt relieved.

The college student said it was good that he wouldn't go to jail.

Xiangyang didn't ask any other questions. He just glanced out of the ward and said, "Uncle Qin, you're already like this, why isn't anyone coming to take care of you?"

“No need,” Qin Gang said, sizing him up. “What are you doing here?”

"I've come to see you!" Xiangyang smiled.

Qin Gang usually dislikes this kind of useless stuff, all that fuss and concern; it just annoys him.

But Xiangyang is now laughing at him.

Xiangyang looked at the fruit basket on the table, knowing he wasn't the first to come and show concern, but he still rolled up his sleeves, pulled up a chair, sat down, and asked, "Uncle Qin, would you like an orange? I'll peel it for you."

Qin Gang: "I won't eat."

Xiangyang: "Then let's eat an apple."

As he spoke, Xiangyang picked up the fruit knife from the table and began peeling an apple for him.

Qin Gang found him troublesome, but he let him be.

But Xiangyang's apple peeling was different from everyone else's.

When Xiangyang carved out a small rabbit and handed it to Qin Gang, Qin Gang looked at him as if he were an idiot.

"Here you go!" Xiangyang was still smiling.

Qin Gang eventually accepted it, but said, "You've got a lot of free time, haven't you?"

Xiangyang continued to carve the little rabbit for him, saying, "I didn't come to play with you just because I was bored."

"..." Qin Gang looked at the little rabbit in his hand and put it in his mouth.

Cute little things, but not very useful.

Xiangyang peeled a little rabbit for him while eating the scraps.

After Qin Gang disgustedly ate the little rabbit in one bite, Xiang Yang handed him the second little rabbit.

Qin Gang: "...That's enough!"

"Uncle Qin doesn't like eating rabbits?" Xiangyang said casually, putting the rabbit in his hand into his mouth.

Qin Gang: Aren't you leaving yet?

Xiangyang thought to himself, "Going back would be more than ten kilometers away, and I don't even have enough money for a bus fare."

Xiang Yang said matter-of-factly, "Uncle Qin, you can't be left alone to take care of you. How about I stay? Your ward is quite big, it even has a bathroom."

Qin Gang scratched his forehead speechlessly.

"Uncle Qin, I'm sleepy," Xiangyang said, taking off his shoes and getting into bed. "Uncle Qin, move over a little."

Qin Gang was amused and annoyed, so he grabbed his arm and lifted him up.

Xiangyang pretended to be extremely sleepy, humming and laughing as she did so, and in a coquettish manner, she wrapped her arms around Qin Gang's neck and pressed herself against his chest.

After the sticker was applied, Xiangyang rubbed against it and said, "I'm already asleep."

Qin Gang was both angry and amused. "Xiangyang!"

He pretended not to hear the sun.

Helpless, Qin Gang could only put his arm around Xiang Yang and play on his phone.

We were playing Tetris, a game from the 1980s.

He was faking it at first, but not long after, Xiangyang actually fell asleep.

Qin Gang could naturally sense it.

This was the first time anyone had dared to fall asleep in his arms.

The boy's gentle, warm breathing disturbed Qin Gang, making it impossible for him to continue playing the game.

He looked at Xiangyang in his arms and wondered what had happened to him, that he was so exhausted.

Just now, I remembered how pitifully that kid was squatting alone in the hallway...

"Brother Qin?" Sister Jiao came in without knocking. "You..."

Upon seeing the scene on the bed, Sister Jiao was stunned and didn't know how to step in with her other foot.

On the hospital bed, most of the blanket was draped over the floor, barely covering him. Xiang Yang was sleeping peacefully in Qin Gang's arms, while Qin Gang, whose body took up most of the bed, had a strong arm around him. They just lay there, playing on their phones with an open and indifferent expression.