Chapter 29 Husband
Confused and dazed.
Before Shen Tinglan could figure out what was going on, Lin Zhizhou had already opened the car door and got into the driver's seat.
At this time she didn't have much strength to struggle.
People should surrender when they should, and don't resist in vain.
She is now in a state of extremes.
My limbs started to feel cold, my head felt heavy, and my consciousness started to blur.
My stomach is churning and I feel like vomiting.
The remaining bit of rationality made her swallow the sour water that refluxed into her mouth back into her stomach.
It's really embarrassing.
She didn't want to be so shameless and filthy in front of him.
Lin Zhizhou was driving, his brows furrowed, his eyes full of worry, and he kept looking at her through the rearview mirror, and his concern seemed even more serious than before.
The woman held her stomach, curled up slightly, her forehead and face covered in cold sweat, her expression was painful and impatient, and her body was still trembling slightly.
He stepped on the accelerator harder and asked her with concern: "Chen Tinglan, are you okay? We'll be at the hospital soon. Don't be afraid."
Shen Tinglan in the back seat didn't dare to open his mouth to answer, but just shook his head to indicate that he was okay.
Hurry up, she can only hold it in for a while at most, otherwise, she really can't guarantee that she won't vomit in the car later.
Another loss of car wash fees.
Thinking of money, Shen Tinglan felt that she could still hold on.
I don’t usually feel any smell in the car, but today I don’t know why, I just feel that the smell of leather in the car is unpleasant.
Attacked from both inside and outside, the stomach felt like a pot of rotten rice, churning and bubbling constantly.
The car came to an abrupt stop, and the man shouted, "We're here."
The last straw that broke the camel's back.
Shen Tinglan subconsciously covered her mouth with one hand and pulled the car door with the other.
Use all your strength.
In addition, his limbs were weak, and he almost rolled out of the car and squatted at the entrance of the hospital emergency room.
"Beat...beat...beat..."
Suddenly, a sour smell of fermentation hit me in the face.
"Beat..." He couldn't help it again.
He vomited several mouthfuls of food, his eyes were so sore and tears were streaming down his face.
My stomach and intestines were spasming and twitching uncontrollably, and I was covered in cold sweats.
She really didn't want to cry, it was the illness that made her cry.
I can't control it. Fortunately, I don't have a runny nose, otherwise...
Actually, it’s almost the same. Anyway, the image is completely gone.
Lin Zhizhou was fast, but not faster than Shen Tinglan. When he strode out of the cab, he saw her half-kneeling on the plastic floor, vomiting profusely.
Weak, helpless, pitiful,
The tall man felt bitter in his heart, his eyes red. He quickly stepped forward and squatted, then gently put his arms around her shoulders and let her lean against him.
He wiped her face with a tissue in his hand and asked in a low voice, "Are you feeling better?"
Shen Tinglan took the tissue and wiped his mouth.
Regain some spirit.
He quickly pushed him away, and the sour smell of corrosion lingered between them.
So disgusting.
The man gently held her hand and whispered softly, "You're sick and you won't stop. Are you still vomiting? If you don't vomit, go see a doctor."
Shen Tinglan smiled weakly on his pale little face, a little embarrassed: "I'll take it slow, it's a bit smelly here, you go wait for me over there."
This is scarier than the scene where he farts in front of Crush.
"I'll accompany you." Lin Zhizhou looked at her without frowning at all.
No, brother, is there something wrong with your nose?
Doesn’t it smell?
Fortunately, Shen Tinglan came to his senses and quickly changed his position.
Much more comfortable.
When she felt it was almost time, she slowly stood up, her body weak and her steps staggering.
A big hand moved down from her thin shoulder and landed steadily on her waist. With a slight pull, Shen Tinglan was hanging in his arms, but it really saved a lot of effort.
In special cases, don't worry about these details.
Staying alive is what matters.
Lin Zhizhou carried her to the emergency room, and was instructed to go to the fever clinic.
Fortunately, the two clinics are not far apart, only two minutes away.
I took the thermometer to the fever clinic and passed.
Five minutes later...
The doctor took the thermometer and said, "Oh."
"Sister, you're so tough! Your temperature is already 39.9 degrees Celsius. Let's do a skin test first. I'm afraid you'll need an IV. Then let's do a blood test."
The doctor spoke to her while writing out the prescription, occasionally glancing at the family members beside him.
Shen Tinglan heard 39.9, what's the difference between this 40 degrees.
I have come to this day too, with a high fever.
The adults said that intravenous drips should not be given unless absolutely necessary.
She quickly got up from her chair and called the doctor.
"Oh, wait."
"Doctor sister, can you give me an injection instead?"
Doctor: "An injection is fine, but your fever is too high. It needs to be brought down first, and an injection will take longer."
Then he turned to Lin Zhizhou for advice: "What do the family members think? You are her husband."
"No, no." Shen Tinglan waved his hands quickly.
The latter: "Well, infusion."
Shen Tinglan turned to look at Lin Zhizhou inquiringly.
Hmm? Hmm what?
At this moment, the doctor wrote out the prescription, and Lin Zhizhou took it without responding to her signal.
She was placed in the rest area, and one person took the list to the triage desk for consultation.
After a busy schedule of skin tests, blood draws, and report collection, Shen Tinglan was already sitting in the infusion room getting an IV at half past ten.
There are three large bottles of drip, and it will probably take until one or two in the afternoon to finish.
At first she was still somewhat sober, and expressed both gratitude and apology to Lin Zhizhou.
After thinking for a while, he said, "Team Leader Lin, I'm almost done here. You're so busy at work, you should go back first."
Lin Zhizhou sat next to her and answered the question irrelevantly: "Are you hungry? You just vomited, how about some porridge?"
Shen Tinglan leaned back in the chair, looking into his eyes.
She tried hard to find something different in his dark eyes.
Unfortunately, nothing was found.
There was only her shrunken shadow in his ink-black pupils, and he remained calm as usual.
Shen Tinglan was in a mess and couldn't tell the difference.
She didn't understand what his current series of abnormal behaviors meant.
She really wanted to find out clearly whether it was what she thought.
As she watched, she began to lose her energy.
I don’t know if it’s the effect of the medicine, but Shen Tinglan’s eyelids drooped more and more, and began to twitch uncontrollably. The words he wanted to ask got stuck in his throat, and as sleepiness came over him, they drifted away with his shallow breathing and disappeared without a trace.
She fell asleep.
Lin Zhizhou laughed, he was still as carefree as ever.
There were many people in the infusion area, and he was afraid of cross infection and that she would not be able to sleep well.
Those who have kept their public and private lives separate for years did not hesitate to abuse their power for personal gain.
He took out his cell phone from his trouser pocket and made a call.
Within a few minutes, Director Zhang came to the infusion area personally and arranged a separate ward with a quiet environment for Comrade Xiao Shen who was sleeping.
When the nurse pushed the bed over, Lin Zhizhou politely declined the request and did the bed himself in order not to wake up Comrade Xiao Shen.
He moved very carefully, for fear of waking up Comrade Xiao Shen, and a nurse helped carry the infusion bottle.
She was placed on the bed in the room. Comrade Xiao Shen was completely unaware of the whole process. She slept soundly and even changed her position to feel comfortable.
She almost pressed the IV tube, causing blood to flow back. Lin Zhizhou quickly took her hand away and placed it on the bedside. He did not let go and walked all the way to the ward.
This scene was not deliberately concealed, and Dean Zhang saw it all. He had some thoughts in his heart, but he did not show it on his face.
In the ward, the nurse left silently, and Director Zhang also tactfully said goodbye and left, and even closed the door for them.
now,
The only people left in the ward were her sleeping soundly and him who was speechless.
The man's eyes were like the spring sun, soft and warm, falling gently on the woman on the hospital bed. The woman closed her eyes tightly and slept soundly.
Perhaps because the injected liquid had a soothing effect, her facial expression was no longer as tense as before, but gradually relaxed.
The originally slightly wrinkled brows slowly relaxed, and the corners of the mouth even slightly raised, revealing a barely perceptible smile.
The sunlight shone through the window onto her pale face, giving her skin a faint halo.
A sickly beauty.
This word suddenly popped up in Lin Zhizhou's mind.
But what he liked was her lively and energetic side. She was lying on the hospital bed, lifeless and colorless.
Slowly, his eyes became filled with deep affection. He held the small hand in his big hand and rubbed it gently on her cheek, full of nostalgia.
Stare for a long time.
The man slowly stood up and bent over.
A light kiss fell on her forehead.
Restrain and love deeply.
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