[BL]Sick Beauty Gives Up Struggle(Rebirth) [MTL]

Chapter 164

"Li Rong!" Cen Wei's tone was still calm, but the fingers that wiped the blood on Li Rong's lips couldn't stop shaking.

He couldn't control it at all, touching the warm blood, the fear of that day in the memory swept like a flood, so real, it never dissipated.

"I'm fine..." Li Rong's voice was hoarse but calm, he closed his eyes, took a deep breath, swallowed the blood in his mouth, and hung up the phone with that clean hand.

Cen Wei had quickly turned on the light, and Li Rong looked a little scary.

The blood he spat out stained the palm of his hand, and the blood slid down the quilt along his fingers, dizzying a small piece of the off-white quilt.

His face was extremely pale, his lips were bloodless, his eyelids were drooping, his eyelashes were docilely covered with black and white eyes, and his whole body was shaky, as if he was about to fall over when he touched it.

Cen Wei gritted his teeth, clenched his trembling hands, his eyes were full of bloodshot eyes, and tried his best to restrain himself: "Go to the hospital!" Li Rong hid the back of his blood-covered hands, bent his eyes reluctantly, and smiled at Cen Wei. ;

"Look at you, what are you afraid of? It's probably because of the stomach. I'll wash my hands first."

He really didn't think he had a big problem, but he felt extremely tired when he said this.

He admitted that Zheng Zhupan's actions gave him a lot of stimulation, but he would not fall down just like that. The hardest and darkest time has passed, and it will only get better and better in the future.

It will definitely get better.

Cen Wei suppressed the fear in his heart, grabbed Li Rong's mobile phone, and quickly dialed Zhai Ning, asking Zhai Ning to help arrange the examination, then he lifted the dazzling quilt with Li Rong's helpless sigh, and helped Li Rong from Get off the bed.

Li Rong actually didn't want Cen Wei to help him, but he could feel Cen Wei's confusion and panic. He had never seen Cen Wei like this. He clearly wanted to appear calm and normal, but the more he concealed it, the more embarrassed he became.

He thought, maybe Cen Wei has been acting too strong, so he ignored it. In fact, Cen Wei should also see a psychiatrist.

Cen Wei asked Li Rong to lean on his body and move to the bathroom.

Li Rong felt as if his chest had been scorched by fire. It was astringent and bitter. He endured the discomfort, stood in front of the sink, glanced at his weak appearance in the mirror, and then lowered his head to wash the blood on his hands.

The blood color slowly faded, and he slid into the sewer along the water, and his fingers returned to clean and white again, but the fingertips were cold, and even the water seemed to warm up.

Li Rong closed his eyes and felt that his current appearance was not convincing to comfort Cen Wei, so he stopped struggling.

When he arrived at Jiajia Central Hospital, Zhai Ning found someone to arrange an emergency channel for him. After a complicated examination, it was already bright.

Li Rong was lying on the hospital bed with his eyes closed, tired and sleepy. He didn't have the strength to say a word. If his chest was still rising and falling regularly and evenly, the string that Cen Wei was pulling would have snapped.

Zhai Ning looked at the checklist, breathed a sigh of relief, and whispered to Cen Wei: "Acute gastric ulcer is the rupture of blood vessels caused by a sudden increase in blood pressure. Fortunately, the problem is not too big. His stomach has been injured before and is relatively fragile. Pay more attention after taking the medicine."