The doctor suspected that Jin He had blood clots in his lungs and ordered a chest X-ray. Then, looking at Jin He who was still nestled in An Yi's arms and coughing softly, he prescribed some nebulizer medication. When the nurse brought the nebulizer over, Jin He swallowed a mouthful of bloody saliva.
"Will it produce vapor?"
Jin He had been prescribed this by the doctor when he was in the emergency room before, so he nodded, took the nebulizer mask with his thin hand, put it on his face, and coughed once or twice occasionally. Perhaps because his chest was too painful, he did not dare to cough hard. He could only lean against An Yi's chest and quietly inhale the medicine with his eyes downcast.
Seeing that Jin He looked listless, An Yi took the mask and put it on his face. Jin He was now completely free of his hands. He was probably tired from all the commotion and was feeling drowsy.
"Don't inhale too much. Take it off as soon as you see he stops coughing. Inhaling too much will cause his heart rate to increase." The nurse instructed An Yi, then packed up her trolley and asked, "Did the patient eat today? If not, give him a nutritional injection."
Normally, An Yi would have made the decision for Jin He, but now that Jin He had just coughed up blood, his throat was probably sore, and eating would only be a painful experience. So An Yi asked Jin He, "Are you going to eat tonight?"
Jin He shook his head.
"Then let's not eat for now."
"Okay, it's normal to have a poor appetite, but don't forget, you can't rely on IV nutrition. Those things are only for emergencies."
Jin He could no longer hear what the nurse was saying. She stared blankly at An Yi's hand, only remembering that An Yi seemed to have said something like "Um, okay..."
After the nurse left, Jin He reached out and touched the bloodstains on An Yi's palm.
"What's wrong?"
Jin He said, "You shouldn't catch it with your hands anymore, it's disgusting."
"Hmm? What's wrong?" An Yi asked.
"It's all blood, isn't it disgusting?"
An Yi shook her head. Who would find their boyfriend disgusting? Besides, a sick person has absolutely no dignity. Jin He, with her seven o'clock schedule, had to get up at five to do her makeup and hair...
Are you still feeling unwell? Do you feel like coughing?
Jin He shook his head, and An Yi then removed his mask and turned off the nebulizer. Jin He had been sitting on his lap and nestled in his arms the whole time, and only now did he begin to feel a little uncomfortable.
Why are you still holding me?
“You can’t lie down right now, you’ll cough again if you lie down.” An Yi looked around and picked up his tablet from the bedside table. “You can sleep like this for now, I’ll put it down for you when you fall asleep.”
"strangeness."
"What's so strange about it? Isn't this how all sick people are? If I were sick, you would treat me the same way, wouldn't you?"
Jin He glanced at An Yi's physique. An Yi had clearly been well-nourished during his growth spurt, so he was tall and strong, almost 1.9 meters tall, and his muscles were very powerful. Jin He felt that An Yi could kill two of him with one punch.
He glanced at the two people's postures again and thought that with a height difference of more than ten centimeters, if their postures were switched, the scene would look rather strange.
Jin He chose to keep quiet.
"Are you sleepy?" An Yi asked. "I'll find you a movie to watch. If you're sleepy, go to sleep."
Jin He took the tablet, coughed lightly, and then pointed to a foreign film, saying, "Watch this."
"Harry Potter?"
"Okay." Jin He nodded. "Let's watch the first one."
An Yi then realized that the original novel Jin He had been reading was also the first one, so he asked, "Do you really like the story in the first book?"
"Um."
"Why?"
“I hope I can go to that kind of world after I die,” Jin He said. “If there were magic, would it be less painful?”
An Yi stopped talking, turned on the TV, and carried Jin He to the sofa.
"You forgot, there's also Voldemort. There will be suffering in every world, Xiaohe. Let's be brave, okay?"
The movie started, and Jin He remained silent, quietly nestled in An Yi's arms watching the film. After some time, he suddenly said, "I want a magic wand."
"Okay, I'll buy it for you right away." Upon hearing this, An Yi immediately took out his phone and let Jin He pick whatever he wanted. It's just a magic wand accessory, right? Even if he wanted the stars in the sky, he would have to invest in a space project to dig up some space soil.
Jin He took the phone and browsed for a long time, but couldn't find one he liked. In the end, he regretfully returned it to An Yi. An Yi didn't rush him: "We can wait until you're done, then we'll go to Universal Studios to buy one."
"Um."
Jin He fell asleep to the sound of a movie, but was woken up around two or three in the morning by the urge to breathe. After coughing twice, she felt as if someone helped her up and fed her a couple of sips of warm water.
Jin He's dry throat was instantly moistened, and she felt a little unsatisfied: "I want more."
"The doctor said today that you can't drink too much water, otherwise you'll get pulmonary effusion."
Jin He didn't make a fuss after hearing this, she just said "oh" and half lay back on the bed, but she didn't look very happy.
That's true. Even though we're already feeling so unwell, we still have to watch what we eat and what we shouldn't eat. Now we can't even drink too much water. Nobody's going to be in a good mood.
"Are you feeling unwell?" An Yi asked again.
"What kind of question is that? I don't feel uncomfortable at all, I feel great, I can go downstairs and run laps right now." Jin He coughed twice after saying that, and then the coughing started one after another and couldn't stop.
After being scolded by Jin He, An Yi achieved his goal and wasn't angry. He simply pulled Jin He into his arms, chest to chest, and pulled the blanket over him. Jin He's cheek rested on An Yi's shoulder, but his cheeks didn't look very plump.
An Yi rubbed his back: "It doesn't hurt anymore, it doesn't hurt anymore..."
"Cough, you're lying..." Jin He felt a little embarrassed. After all, when he was eighteen, he could cry in An Yi's arms when he was sick and feeling unwell. He had just come of age then, so it was okay to be a little vulnerable.
But he's twenty-five now.
God knows how upset, frustrated, and wanting to cry he is right now, but how can a mature man cry over something like this?
"Otherwise, we can leave it untreated..."
“Xiao He, aren’t we going to Universal Studios together?” An Yi said while rubbing Jin He’s back. “Let me think of other fun places… Italy, we can go to Italy together.”
"Sigh, I've been there several times already..."
"But that was all work, you didn't have time to really look around." An Yi hugged him and tried to recall what fun things there were to do in Italy.
Have you ever been to Venice?
"No."
"Then when you're better, we can go boating together."
"Ahem, you can row a small boat anywhere, ahem, even in the park, ahem..."
Have you ever gone boating in the park?
"Cough, no."
"Then why don't you go to Venice for your first time rowing a small boat?"
"Cough cough cough, okay..."
"Let me think... Florence, have you ever been there?"
"No cough."
"Then we can go to the church to take pictures."
"good."
"Paris, France. You must have been to Paris."
"Yeah, I've been there... cough cough cough..."
"Have you seen the Eiffel Tower?"
"Cough, I once passed by there in a car, cough cough..."
"You didn't look closely. There are lights on at night. Do you want to go see them?"
"Ahem, they're all from overseas?"
"There are some in China too, like... Shen Duoyuan's hometown. Haven't you always been curious about it? Once you're better, shall we go to his house together?"
"Cough, okay..."
The two chatted back and forth, and Jin He once again drifted off to sleep during this conversation.
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