"Brother."

A weak and delicate body29

In the evening in the inpatient department, family members carrying warm bags come in and out, and some push their wheelchair-bound family members to the elevator, the flow of people will be a little more than usual.

"Excuse me, move over haha."

When the elevator door opens, two wheelchairs are trying to enter the elevator.

Song Qie himself was close to the elevator wall, when he saw someone coming in, he silently took a step back to make room for the wheelchair patient, just as he took a step back, he felt his heel against the shoe behind him, and his shoulder was gripped by a big hand, taking him slightly backward, and his back was pressed against a warm chest.

He senses his movement and looks back at Lu Beihuai, blossoming into a smile, and says with a small laugh, "Thank you."

The elevator wasn't crowded, and the motion of being close enough to brush his lips against his ear was unintentional, if only for a moment.

"Stand still." Lu Beihuai veered unexpectedly, gripping the thin shoulder, the back of his hand at his side blocking the handle of the wheelchair beside Song Qie.

"Okay." Song Qie obediently twisted her head back.

Oblivious to the reflection of the elevator wall, the eyes behind him fell on the side of that good and beautiful face, with a frown that did not shift his gaze for a long time.

With a 'ding', the elevator reached the ICU intensive care unit floor.

Song Qie stepped back and followed Lu Beihuai to the payment window, said her father's ward and name, and handed her ID and card over to pay the bill.

"Lu Guo is it?" The nurse at the toll booth looked out the window at Lu Beihuai : "Have you got medical insurance?"

"Uh, yes." Lu Beihuai answered.

The nurse, in a flurry of maneuvering, punched out the bill and stamped it three times: "Counting the previous charges owed, there's still $367,000 to be paid."

Song Qie stared wide-eyed, hastily grabbed Lu Beihuai's arm, but was afraid to get his injured place, smaller force, surprised to look at him, "So much money?"

"It's been more than a month, every day has to cost tens of thousands of dollars, many imported medicines are not reimbursed." Lu Beihuai heard this price heart has no waves, this half a year in the boxing gym as a chaperone with the money saved in the Song family also have some.

And 200,000 dollars to Song Qie's father.

After saying that, he took the sheet handed over by the nurse and headed for the ICU.

"Then did the doctor specifically say when you can leave the ICU?" Song Qie saw that Lu Beihuai had no expression on his face, and for a moment she could not tell whether this guy was in a good or bad mood.

Luckily, he had already been helped with the two hundred thousand dollars owed to Song's father, and the two million dollars from the guy's fight honestly might not have been able to support such medical expenses.

"It could be one of these days." Lu Beihuai glanced to the side and met Song Qie's worried look, "Are you nervous?"

"Can I not be nervous!" Song Qie said, "This is your father."

Lu Beihuai looked at him for a moment and withdrew his eyes without saying anything, taking the list and heading for the ward.

Song Qie see Lu Beihuai walked also follow up, may be walking fast, feel a little stuffy heart, frowned, raised his hand to rub his heart, can not keep up simply slow down the pace.

This body is useless, how always short of breath and chest tightness, really uncomfortable.

The person walking in front of him caught an afterimage and slowed his pace without moving.

In front of the ICU intensive care unit, the attending physician walked right out of it.

"Dr. Liu." Lu Beihuai stepped forward.

Dr. Liu saw that it was this familiar young man, he nodded, "Coming to see your father again, your father's signs have stabilized a lot over the past two days, but it's still important to observe for one more week to be on the safe side."

He looked at the teenager next to Lu Beihuai, perhaps out of professional sensitivity, and looked at him a little too much.

Song Qie also sensed that the doctor was looking at him and could only nod his head in greeting.

Lu Beihuai saw the nurse adjusting his father's equipment through the glass window, and perhaps sensing his gaze, the pale-haired man wearing an oxygen mask turned his head toward him.

The man hadn't reacted much, but when he saw the teenager next to his son, he suddenly reacted strongly in the next second, shaking, but staring at him dead in the face.

The values of the nearby sign monitors jumped numerically in response to the sudden change in mood.

Song Qie was stared straight at by those cloudy eyes, and when she saw that this middle-aged man reacted so strongly, as if he was going to rush over using all his strength, her heart suddenly trembled and she subconsciously took a step back.

"Dr. Liu!"

Dr. Liu frowned and hurriedly walked back to the intensive care unit to check the situation.

Lu Beihuai did not move, just staring through the glass window at the sudden occurrence of the situation, even just now the father s glance is deeply engraved in the mind, a few days did not see himself but not the first look at himself, but to ...... the side of Song Qie.

The hand at his side clenched suddenly.

"Beihuai ......" Song Qie saw Lu Beihuai's face not looking too good, although he was startled just now, but also slowed down, reached out and patted his shoulder, "It's okay, your father Your father will definitely be fine."

As the words fell, the hand that patted his shoulder was abruptly gripped.

Song Qie feel pain, and then saw Lu Beihuai face gloomy staring at himself, want to draw back his hand a little afraid: "...... how, what's wrong?"

The hand was released after the question and the man didn't say a word, looking back into the ICU with a somber, low aura.

Song Qie: "......" rubbing his wrist, just stood beside Lu Beihuai, thought it was a bad mood, did not say anything.

Until the icu ward was busy, the doctor came out and said that it was because they saw the relatives' mood swings, they had been sedated, so they didn't have to worry too much they could go back first.

By the time we left the hospital it was evening.

Song Qie aimed at Lu Beihuai all the way, see him from the beginning to the end is silent, can see is not in a good mood to the extreme, he found out, every time as long as it is to come to the hospital Lu Beihuai will not be happy.

Such unhappiness couldn't say if it was because he was worried about his dad, but he felt more upset.

Yes, it's just unpleasant.

Was it because the man had just looked only at him?

Unsure of how long the visit would last, Song Qie told the driver to drop them off at the hospital and go home, so now they'll have to leave the hospital and go back on their own.

"Lu Beihuai."

Lu Beihuai, who was walking down the stairs, stopped without looking back.

Song Qie stood at the top of the stairs, just two steps away from Lu Beihuai, who was walking down the steps, and reached out to poke him on the shoulder, "We're on vacation anyway, so why don't I stay with you tonight, what do you want to do?"

"Punching."

"...... Hmm?"

"I want to box." Lu Beihuai sidled his eyes and lifted his eyelids slightly, "Will you accompany me?"

As soon as Song Qie heard Lu Beihuai was going to box, she reached out and held his arm tightly to stop him, "No, absolutely not, you were injured two days ago, the doctor has said that you are not allowed to exercise strenuously."

"I just want to box." Lu Beihuai faded, his chest so stuffed that it was a wall of cement, too dense to breathe.

The mind keeps floating back to the father's glance just now, not looking at him not looking at him, why not looking at him ！！！！

On what grounds ......

Why all eyes are on Song Qie.

Whether it's when you're in trouble or now ......

Good enough to be taken.

After saying that, Song Qie shook off her hand and headed down the stairs.

Song Qie see him go hurry to follow, walk faster two steps, worried to death: "Aiya, Lu Beihuai, said that kind of place can not go, too dangerous, how in the end you can not go ah."

As a result Lu Beihuai came to a sudden stop.

His entire body was caught off guard again and crashed into it, his feet stepped on the air, and he reflexively hugged Lu Beihuai and stood up with a palpitating heart.

Then glanced at Lu Beihuai, saw that the person's expression also did not change much, awkward and not polite smile, stood back up and lightly patted the other's arm, pretending to be calm, "How did it stop, scared me."

Lu Beihuai imprinted this appearance into the bottom of his eyes, and that moment of panic seemed to stimulate his excitement factor, and he grabbed Song Qie's wrist with his backhand:

"You stay with me."

Song Qie looked up sharply, "Huh?"

"I want you to go with me."

One-arm holds are a breeze for Lu Beihuai, who has long been used to weight training.

He held Song Qie with one arm just below his hips so that he was on his shoulders and picked the man up and headed straight down the steps, "You can say no, but I don't know what I'm going to do."

Song Qie lay on Lu Beihuai's shoulder, her expression tearless, her hand anxiously patting his back, "Let's talk it over, don't use force."

"So what if we use force?"

"...... Even if you kicked cotton qaq."

Lu Beihuai laughed.

The streetlights outside the hospital were already on, and there were a number of people standing at the bus stop, some of them social animals who had just gotten off work and some of them students who were walking to school.

Seeing so many people looking over, Song Qie's head went numb, plus she felt uncomfortable with her shoulder on her abdomen, and begged in a small voice, "Beihuai, it's a bit hard for you to make it like this, can you put me down?"

"Not good." Lu Beihuai said.

Song Qie saw them getting closer and closer to the station, and the anxiety of being watched instantly hit him, and he immediately hugged Lu Beihuai's neck, his voice so nervous that he was on the verge of crying out.

"...... Lu, please, put me down."

The wind of the night mingled with the heat of summer, and the never-thought-of address fell on his ears, and his heart was hot with the excited thoughts of the party.

Lu Beihuai stops and puts Song Qie down on his shoulder.

Song Qie was thinking he could get down, his eyes rubbing together, but the moment he was lowered down his hips sat on the crook of Lu Beihuai's arm, and he stared wide-eyed, goosebumps rising all over his body.

This ...... this pose!!!

So many people are looking over!

"What did you call me?" Lu Beihuai cradled Song Qie in the crook of his arm and looked up at him slightly.

He heard this guy's voice tinted with anxious sobbing, this white face tinted with a little bit of redness, eyes pleadingly drooping to look at himself, hidden in the bottom of the heart of the mischief followed, there is no intention to put the person down.

Song Qie felt like she was going to die, her forehead was covered in fine sweat and her heart was beating rapidly, as if she could say goodbye to the world in the next second.

"Lu, I call you Lu, put me down OK, a lot of people are watching ......" He lowered his head and pressed his forehead against Lu Beihuai s shoulder, and he didn t dare to raise his head at all.

Crazy. He'll never sleep tonight.

Being so nervous, I didn't realize that my voice was tinted with sobs.

The hair that brushed against his neck and shoulders was fine and soft, and his voice dyed with sobs sounded like a kitten caught in the arms of its master, pleading for mercy, pushing the hidden mischief to the brink of a flare-up once more, and rubbing it together with the displeasure of the party, the idea of revenge grew stronger.

"Want me to put you down?"

Song Qie's body shivered at the sound of a low, laughing voice in his ear, and the tips of his ears twitched as he replied in a small voice, "Well, there's a lot of people, and I want to come down."

Wooooooo autistic.

"Call out to your brother and I'll put you down."

Song Qie didn't care about that much, "Brother."

"Say it in full, what do you want from your brother?"

Song Qie cried without tears, "...... want brother to put me down."

After saying that, the whole person groundlessly buried his head into Lu Beihuai neck, wanting to die.

The strained, quivering cry greatly satisfied the desire for vengeance.

Lu Beihuai's lips are slightly puckered.