Overwinter

Chapter 39 I'm in the hospital

Song Ruxuan lived in the hospital twice before going abroad.Sending their daughter to a mental hospital was not honorable for the Song family, so when Song Ruxuan had a emotional breakdown for the third time, Mr. Song decided to send her to a foreign hospital for recuperation.

Song Zhuangtong hadn't seen Song Ruxuan for a long time, she lost a lot of weight, sitting on the hospital bed, her eyes fell on the narrow window.

"Why did you arrange such a closed room for her?" Song Zhuangtong stood in front of the one-way glass and asked the British guy next to him.

"Ms. Song's situation is special and she is easily irritated. The window in the previous room was a large bay window, and you could see children playing on the lawn outside. Whenever Ms. Song saw a child, she would go into a fit. In order to avoid this situation, we only I can change her ward."

Song Zhuangtong pursed his lips tightly, his expression was not good-looking.

"Living in such a depressing environment, if you don't get sick, you will get sick."

"Mr. Song, we are strict about the living environment of patients, and we will change the environment according to the patient's psychological state. You have to trust our professionalism."

Before coming here, Song Zhuangtong had already checked this hospital, which is quite famous abroad, and the cost of recuperation is very high.Song Zhuangtong just wanted to confirm Song Ruxuan's situation with his own eyes out of distrust of Mr. Song, and only after confirming did he dare to rest assured.

"Can I talk to her?" Song Zhuangtong asked.

"Are you sure you want to meet and talk to her? We are already trying to build a new spiritual world for Miss Song. I still suggest you not to stimulate her."

Song Zhuangtong, who hadn't closed his eyes to take a good rest for more than 30 hours, had bloodshot eyes. He took a deep breath and handed the British guy a business card.

"Then I won't bother her anymore. This is my phone number. What's the matter with her? When you report it to the Song family, please tell me."

Seeing that Song Zhuangtong's attitude softened a lot, the other party took his business card and nodded, "Okay."

Song Jing was still in the country alone, and Song Zhuangtong didn't waste too much time abroad. He compressed the time and rushed back to the country as quickly as possible.

Lianzhuan's physical condition is not good, and his whole body exudes a gloomy and low breath.Song Jing gets along very well with his aunt at home, and even knows how to play with his aunt's children, so he is willing to give him half of the building blocks to play with.

Trust and gentle care are the most effective medicine to cure autistic little boys. After seeing Song Zhuangtong, Song Jing's eyes flashed with joy, and he watched him walk in front of him eagerly.

Seeing him like this, Song Zhuangtong's heart softened, and most of the fatigue from running around dissipated.

"Are you being good at home recently?"

Song Jing's dark eyes rolled twice, and when Song Zhuangtong reached out to touch his head for the second time, he dodged Song Zhuangtong's movement.

Song Zhuangtong clicked his tongue in displeasure, stretched out his hand to chase after him, and rubbed Song Jing's hair heavily.

"Stinky boy."

He cursed under his breath.

The mental state is really not good now, Song Zhuangtong took a shower and got some sleep before going to Wen Yan.

Going to the hotel for nothing, Song Zhuangtong inquired at the front desk, and was told that the room had changed several groups of tenants, and it seemed that he had checked out for a long time.

Song Zhuangtong immediately called Wen Yan.

"Hey?"

"Where are you?" Just like Song Zhuangtong's unexpected call from BTS, his tone was strong and sharp.

Wen Yan glanced at the nurse who was drawing water for herself, and said, "I'm in the hospital."

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a while, Wen Yan instantly sensed Song Zhuangtong's hesitation, and asked, "Have you returned to China yet?"

"Which hospital?" Song Zhuangtong asked.

Wen Yan said, "Let me send you the location."

After seeing Wen Yan's smiling expression, the simmering fire was lightly poured with a basin of cold water, and it was instantly extinguished.

Song Zhuangtong sat by the hospital bed, looked down at the back of Wen Yan's needled hand, and asked, "What's wrong? When did you come to the hospital? Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

Wen Yan smiled helplessly: "You ask me so many questions, which one should I answer first?"

Song Zhuangtong: "The first one."

"I don't feel any discomfort, I just want to cure the old problem." Wen Yan replied.

Song Zhuangtong gently brushed aside the hair next to his ear, and asked, "Is it the ear?"

Wen Yan shook his head: "Not all of them, but I also asked the doctor, and the doctor said that the possibility of being cured is very low, and I will be a little trash from now on."

When he laughed at himself, his tone was brisk, but it made Song Zhuangtong feel very uncomfortable.

"Stop talking like that."

Wen Yan was wearing a blue and white patient gown, and he looked dull. Song Zhuangtong was still a little angry. Seeing him like this, he felt distressed and angry at the same time.

"If you're going to be hospitalized, you should have told me earlier."

"I'm not considered sick, and aren't you abroad? It won't help if I tell you, it just makes you worry for nothing." Wen Yan explained patiently.

Song Zhuangtong's jaw was tense, his eyes fixed on Wen Yan's eyes, and his agitation was revealed in his slightly heavy breathing. Wen Yan stretched out his left hand and patted the back of Song Zhuangtong's hand, saying, "I'm a little hungry. Buy me something to eat."

Song Zhuangtong nodded, stood up and asked, "Are there any taboos?"

Wen Yan, who achieved the purpose of changing the subject by arranging work for him, was stunned by his question, recalled it before answering: "Avoid spicy food and hair."

Song Zhuangtong said yes, stretched out his hand to tuck the corner of the quilt for Wen Yan, and when he raised his eyes, the restless uneasiness in his eyes enveloped Wen Yan.

Wen Yan seldom saw Song Zhuangtong like this, and the strong ones who were often in the relationship would not show much weakness, let alone uneasiness and anxiety. They always had the confidence to strategize and become the party in control of the overall situation in the relationship.

Wen Yan grabbed his wrist, tapped the back of his hand with his fingertips in a comforting manner, and said, "It's a good thing you're back, otherwise there wouldn't even be anyone to buy me food."

Song Zhuangtong grabbed Wen Yan's wrist with his backhand, his slender and white wrist was so fragile that it could easily be broken in Song Zhuangtong's palm.

Obviously the expression is already smelly, but the tone is still as gentle as possible: "You should rest for a while, and I will be back later."

Song Zhuangtong bought him a wonton and a bowl of porridge from the same shop.The packaging is a bit exaggerated, and the store's icon and promotional pictures are printed on the outside of the two strong cartons.

The scent of wontons with thin skin and big stuffing filled his lips and teeth, Wen Yan obediently let him feed him one bite at a time, after finishing the whole bowl of wontons, Wen Yan commented: "It's still not as good as the one you took me to before. tasty."

Some small shops have a taste that can’t be compared to the magnificently decorated big shops. Song Zhuangtong wiped his mouth with a piece of paper and said: "Next time, you can buy more uncooked food from the boss and put it in the refrigerator at home. It’s easier to cook when you want to eat.”

"Is he still willing to sell uncooked ones?" Wen Yan asked in surprise.

Song Zhuangtong said: "Others may not be willing to sell, but I am willing to sell, and the price is higher."

Wen Yan nodded and asked him, "Have you finished your work here? When are we going back?"

"Go back when you're out of the hospital."

"Actually, I don't have to stay in the hospital all the time. It's not a day or two to keep fit. It's hard to stay in the hospital all the time." Wen Yan said.

Song Zhuangtong thought for a while and said, "Then you should resign next semester."

Wen Yan couldn't react for a while: "Huh?"

The two were talking, and Zhang Yu, who was screaming, just opened the door and came in. He and Song Zhuangtong, who turned around, also met their eyes, and were stunned for a while.

The original idea of ​​examining and questioning Song Zhuangtong with the attitude of his mother's family about why he took Wen Yan away was stuck when he saw Song Zhuangtong's cold and hard face, and he called out dryly: "Brother Song."

Seeing the thermos bucket in Zhang Yu's hand, Song Zhuangtong said, "He has eaten it."

"My aunt's stewed chicken soup, drink some." Zhang Yu handed the thermos bucket to Song Zhuangtong.

Song Zhuangtong, who was sitting by the hospital bed, took the incubator with the attitude of a family member, and politely said thank you.

Zhang Yu sat awkwardly on the sofa not far away, looking at Wen Yan.

Wen Yan laughed so hard that his shoulders were shaking slightly. Not long ago, Zhang Yu was yelling in the ward all day long to go to Song Zhuangtong to reason with him. Why did his boyfriend stay in the hospital but never showed up? He didn't take any responsibility at all. As a result, he was frightened when he got in front of him. Didn't even dare to make a sound.

There was silence in the embarrassing ward, and the two were still exchanging eyes from a long distance away. Song Zhuangtong suddenly said, "Zhang Yu, I'm in love with Wen Yan."

Zhang Yu: "Ah, ah?"

Song Zhuangtong looked calm, and explained: "He cares about you as a friend very much, so I think it is necessary to tell you that I have been chasing him for a long time, and I thought about taking action when you went last time."

"That's right."

Zhang Yu straightened his back suddenly, and the posture belonging to his natal family returned to him.