Following the doctor's instructions, Shen Beitang never loosened his grip.
The fear was that if Gu Zhun moved even slightly while getting stitches, he might accidentally puncture his head.
But Gu Zhun seemed to have lost the ability to feel pain, requiring no comfort whatsoever, and letting the doctor's needles pierce his head.
Shen Beitang was horrified by what she saw, and several times she couldn't bear it and wanted to close her eyes.
"It's okay, it doesn't hurt."
Gu Zhun comforted Shen Beitang instead, slowly raising his hand to touch her face, but he was unable to move because he was strapped to the bed.
"No wonder it hurts."
Shen Beitang's voice was choked with sobs that he himself was unaware of.
She leaned down, brought her face close to Gu Zhun's hand, and rubbed her cheek against his hand.
Shen Beitang requested the doctor to stitch the wound up properly, preferably without leaving a scar.
Therefore, the doctor sutured the wound very slowly, and the stitches were very close together.
Gu Zhun said he didn't feel any pain, but his forehead was already covered in beads of sweat.
Okay.
After the doctor finished tying the last knot, he was also very nervous because it was the first time he had encountered a suture procedure done without anesthesia.
Even a minor surgery took a lot of effort.
"Doctor, thank you so much!"
Shen Beitang stood up gratefully and bowed to the doctor.
An assistant helped the doctor take off his surgical gown, wiping away sweat as he spoke.
"You're welcome, just don't go so far next time."
"..."
This meme seems unlikely to die down today.
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The doctor said the most painful time is the few hours after the stitches, and it's best to use a pain pump.
Gu Zhun initially insisted on his own opinion: no.
But Shen Beitang's insistence was too much, and the more than one hour of stitching had exhausted his energy.
Only after Shen Beitang repeatedly assured him that he would not leave did Gu Zhun agree to use the pain pump.
Gu Zhun had been staring at Shen Beitang with wide eyes, but less than half an hour after the pain pump was turned on, he began to doze off.
After a whole night of tossing and turning, the sky outside the window began to lighten with the first hint of dawn.
Gu Zhun was much more well-behaved while asleep. Shen Beitang carefully took her hand out and replaced it with a small bear, which she then held in Gu Zhun's arms.
"Where can I find good porridge?"
Being unfamiliar with Jincheng, Shen Beitang went to the nurses' station.
"Zhao's porridge in front of the hospital is pretty good, but you'll definitely have to wait in line if you go now. You two have such a great relationship."
The news that Gu Zhun sutured his wound without anesthesia last night, with Shen Beitang accompanying him throughout, spread throughout the hospital in just one night.
The surgeon who performed the operation originally intended it as a typical case to serve as a warning to others.
Unexpectedly, the nurses and female doctors were all touched when they heard this.
Given that Gu Zhun and Shen Beitang are far superior in terms of looks, the cautionary tale has turned into a love story.
Upon hearing this, Shen Beitang simply smiled awkwardly and borrowed a mask from a nurse to put on.
...
It was only six o'clock in the morning, and there was already a long queue in front of Zhao's Congee Shop, mostly people coming from the hospital to buy breakfast for their patients.
"Little girl, aren't you cold?"
An old woman couldn't bear to see it and stuffed a hand warmer into her hand.
"No need, Grandma, you can use it."
Shen Beitang was too embarrassed to take it, so she pushed the hand warmer back.
The old lady shoved the bag into her arms, saying, "I'm dressed warmly, so I can tell you just came from the hospital. Hold me."
"Thank you, Grandma."
Unlike the dry cold of the north, the damp cold of the south is a bone-chilling discomfort.
Last night I left in a hurry, and Gu Zhun was holding my hand, so I didn't have a chance to grab my clothes. I was only wearing a thin set of pajamas.
She was so focused on Gu Zhun at the hospital that she didn't notice the cold.
Now that I'm out here, I feel like the wind is blowing right through my bones. Luckily, I have a hand warmer, which makes me a little warmer.
"Master, do you still have yam porridge?"
"Excuse me, young lady, we just sold out of yam porridge. Would you like to buy something else?"
Because Zhao Ji's porridge is all freshly cooked, there are long queues and it sells out quickly. If you want to buy some, you have to wait for the next batch.
Shen Beitang breathed on his palms to warm them. "It's okay, I'll wait for the next batch."
Seeing that she was almost frozen to death, Master Zhao felt a little sorry for her: "Young lady, the porridge you buy is the same."
Shen Beitang shook his head: "Thank you, Master. I just wanted to buy some yam porridge."
She remembered that Gu Zhun's stomach had always been weak, and the late-night snack he cooked last night was a single serving, which he ate entirely himself.
Yam is good for the stomach, so it's best to eat it in the morning.
Zhao's box was flimsy and couldn't keep things warm at all; by the time we got back to the hospital, it would probably be cold.
Shen Beitang then carefully placed the warming heat pack close to the porridge, and walked towards the hospital with her shoulders hunched.
"I'm sorry, only family members can go in to visit."
"I'm a family member of the soon-to-be brother!"
Bai Ling's noisy voice echoed in the corridor, causing Shen Beitang to frown.
"Bai Ling, what are you doing here?"
Shen Beitang was upgraded to a ward last night, with dedicated nurses and doctors to take care of him, and outsiders are not allowed to enter or leave at will.
Bai Ling was carrying a thermos. When she saw Shen Beitang, the fierceness on her face lessened.
"Sister Tangtang, I heard that Brother Zhun got pregnant, so I came to bring him some food."
"Go back now, you don't need to worry about the food."
Shen Beitang didn't want to say a single unnecessary word to Bai Ling. He opened the door to the ward directly and didn't forget to give her a final reminder.
“Nurse, this person is not a family member, and we don’t know him.”
Upon hearing this, Bai Ling threw the thermos in her hand to the ground and, like a shrew, tried to tear it apart.
"Shen Beitang, you're just jealous. You're jealous that Brother Zhun likes me, that's why you don't dare let me in."
The other nurses, who had long since been unable to bear it any longer, together carried Bai Ling out.
"They're a loving couple, what are you doing interfering? You're a homewrecker, you know that?"
Shen Beitang only opened a small window to let in some fresh air after the noise outside had stopped.
The porridge was still hot when I brought it back because it was properly kept warm.
"Shen Beitang?"
Gu Zhun opened his eyes vaguely, and when he saw Shen Beitang's busy figure by the bedside, he couldn't help but smile.
"Serves you right for being a hero last night without anesthesia. Now you're in excruciating pain."
Despite her complaints, Shen Beitang gently blew on the porridge to cool it down before bringing it to Gu Zhun's lips.
The warm porridge helped ease the headache.
"It tastes really good."
Shen Beitang said proudly, "Of course."
I didn't expect to have to queue for so long to buy it.
"Why did you faint last night? Should you get a checkup?"
Apart from having some mental issues, Gu Zhun had always been in good health, so he inexplicably fainted yesterday.
"I just get a splitting headache whenever I try to get close to you."
Gu Zhun couldn't explain it either; the more he thought about it, the more upset he became.
Getting near me gives me a headache; am I some kind of pathogen...?
But Shen Beitang quickly came up with another explanation.
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