(MTL) The Little Deaf Man decided to be Spoiled

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Li Suian has been a doctor for more than ten years, counting the cases he has seen from undergraduate to Ph.D., there are only a handful of Ji Ruan who can hear and vomit with this kind of tuning.

He almost jumped up from the chair, calling out repeatedly: "Lily, Lily! Hurry up! Vomit bag!"

Lily had never seen such a battle before, and frantically rummaged through the drawer to find out the vomiting bag, and ran forward to stuff it for Ji Ruan.

Unexpectedly, Ji Ruan looks soft and weak, but psychologically he is very strong, clutching a vomiting bag in his hand, he is reluctant to vomit in front of outsiders.

His face turned pale and his shoulders trembled. He seemed to feel that any discomfort would only be healed after a while.

But it was unbearable, and later even Li Suian couldn't stand it anymore, and said softly: "Spit it up, child..."

Lily also stretched out her hand cautiously, and patted Ji Ruan on the back lightly.

The force of this blow was like falling the last straw, Ji Ruan's back tensed instantly, and then pinched the vomiting bag, and vomited with a "wow".

Almost at the same time, both Lily and Li Suian heaved a sigh of relief.

In fact, Ji Ruan didn't eat much all the time, and she almost didn't touch breakfast because she didn't sleep well. Naturally, she couldn't vomit anything. Most of the time, she just retched because of discomfort. When she couldn't vomit, she curled up in the chair. pant.

He felt uncomfortable in his stomach, and his mind was not clear enough. He seemed to have returned to the days when he was seriously ill and vomited because of the severe drug reaction.

The treatment in the later stage of terminal illness is miserable. Compared with struggling to live in the world, it is more like being sent to hell in advance to go through torture.

Ji Ruan couldn't help trembling with horror just thinking about it for a while.

I don't know how long it took before a wide palm covered Ji Ruan's back, wisps of body temperature passed along the sweat-soaked fabric, and Ji Ruan was brought back to reality from the nightmare.

He turned his head slightly, and Gu Xiuyi squatted beside him, still separated by a polite distance of more than ten centimeters, took the napkin from Lily's hand and handed it to Ji Ruan:

"It's all right, wipe?"

Ji Ruan's fingers were stiff and his reaction was slow. He felt that he should have heard Gu Xiuyi's words, but he didn't know why he couldn't respond.

The corners of Gu Xiuyi's lips were slightly pursed, and only Ji Ruan's reflection was reflected in his pitch-black pupils, without any emotions mixed in.

He just waited quietly for a while, then lowered his eyes and paused, and when he looked at Ji Ruan again, the corners of his lips raised a slight arc of comfort.

But at least it did make him look a little more friendly.

"It's okay," he said.

Ji Ruan blinked blankly, the skin around the eyes was covered with soft tissues, and she could vaguely feel the temperature of Gu Xiuyi's fingertips.

Only then did he react, and he spit out tears.

Gu Xiuyi's movements of wiping his tears were as neat as his usual style of doing things, without any tenderness and consolation, naturally it would not make Ji Ruan feel that the two were too close to suit each other. After confirming that there were no tears on Ji Ruan's face, he got up and folded the tissue with Ji Ruan's tears in half, threw it into the trash can, and said to Lily