Old Wang Doesn't want to be Tragic (Rebirth)

13.2 I can do anything

Wang Zhaomou subconsciously raised his hand to support the young man's body.

Ji Lianhuo's eyes turned red without kneeling down.

"Brother Zhaomou..." The young man looked at the man in front of him with serious and firm eyes, his voice was slightly hoarse.

"I can do anything, I'm in good health, I..."

Wang Zhaomou used his arms to quickly lift the young man up, feeling that his lifeline was almost shortened.

'Don't mess around! ! !

Asking the future leader of the Leng family to kneel down to him is not a problem that can be solved by going bankrupt!'

Ji Lianhuo was held firmly, and his heart was full of discomfort.

'He doesn't want himself.'

Ji Lianhuo raised his eyes in despair, but in the man's eyes, he could not see the disgust he expected.

"Don't say such things." Wang Zhaomou lowered his eyes and spoke in an unhurried tone, trying to stabilize the young man's emotions.

"Lian Huo, you can pay it back slowly."

The man called out his name between his lips and teeth. Ji Lianhuo's heart moved with the man's tone, and then his heart beat like a drum, and the blood all over his body began to feel inexplicably restless.

Ji Lianhuo suddenly realized how close he was to him now.

The smell of disinfectant in the hospital could not cover up the faint fragrance of the man. Ji Lianhuo moved forward uncontrollably and saw the man's meticulous suit under his black coat.

Wang Zhaomou noticed the young man's approach, and felt a sense of pity in his heart.

It's like seeing a stray dog ​​covered in injuries on the street. Standing still and looking at it, you may just feel pity for it, but when this dirty puppy sees you, its eyes are full of vulnerability, dragging its wounds. If it comes hardly towards you, then you can't continue and just sit back and watch.

'Although I don't know what happened to Ji Lianhuo, as an elder, I can still give him some comfort.'

Wang Zhaomou took advantage of the situation and slowly hugged the young man in front of him tightly, patting the young man's somewhat thin back.

Ji Lianhuo stupidly fell into this hug, the tip of his nose, lips and cheeks touching the dark blue suit under the man's coat. The surroundings were filled with the good smell of the other person.

Ji Lianhuo never knew that a hug could be so warm. There seemed to be gravity on the man's body, allowing him to sink in and stick to him with all his body and soul.

'But I still want to be tighter.'

Wang Zhaomou felt the young man's arm wrap around his waist. For some reason, it tightened tighter and tighter.

Wang Zhaomou was surprised for the first time that the strength of the boy in front of him was different from his appearance, and he could actually hold an adult man until he couldn't breathe.

The doctor came out of the ward at the right time and rescued Mr. Wang, who was almost suffering from hypoxia.*

"Who are the family members of the child?"

Ji Lianhuo suddenly came back to his senses when he heard the sound. He quickly relaxed his arms and saw at a glance the clothes in front of Wang Zhaomou that were crumpled by him.

"He is." Wang Zhaomou motioned to the young man, took a step back, and broke away from the hug.

"The child's condition has stabilized." The doctor looked at the lost boy in front of him strangely.

"The preliminary inference is that there is a breath-holding attack and malnutrition. Considering that this may affect the normal development of the child, intervention and treatment must be carried out as soon as possible."

Listening to the doctor's instructions, Ji Lianhuo nodded seriously. After the doctor left, the two of them walked into the ward and saw Ji Dabao waking up.

"Woo." Ji Dabao weakly stretched out his hand towards Wang Zhaomou. Thinking of the milk powder and diapers he had lost, he suddenly fell into a state of grievance again, whimpering like a kitten.

"Dabao, it's okay." Ji Lianhuo stepped forward to comfort his nephew. Wang Zhaomou stood behind the young man, his eyes moving slightly, and sent a message to Lao Qi.

After a while, Lao Qi walked in carrying a plastic basin for the child's hospitalization, two toothbrushes, various daily necessities, a brand new can of milk powder, and a pack of diapers.

"Don't go out this week." Wang Zhaomou looked at Ji Lianhuo and put his hand lightly on the young man's shoulder.

"Don't worry about anything else, take good care of the child until he recovers."

"Ouch!" When Ji Dabao saw this, he twisted his weak body excitedly, and opened the microphone with tears in his eyes in his mind, singing "A good man has a safe life" to the young man in front of him.

Ji Lianhuo stared blankly at the hand with distinct joints on his shoulder, which seemed to be the hand used to hold a pen, and subconsciously nodded obediently.

"I have paid enough medical expenses for you in advance." Wang Zhaomou stopped his hand, raised his glasses slightly, his eyes fell on the young man, and his tone was calm.

"I will ask the best pediatrician to do a detailed examination on Dabao. What do you think?"

"Thank you...Brother Zhaomou." Ji Lianhuo's ears began to turn red involuntarily when he was looked at. His mind was filled with the scene where he just hugged the person in front of him tightly.

'I really want to cling to him, a little tighter, and hug him again.'

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The author has something to say:
Xiao Ji (shy): Brother Zhaomou, hug~
Mr. Wang (difficulty breathing): Help...

• hypoxia* - Hypoxia is a state in which oxygen is not available in sufficient amounts at the tissue level to maintain adequate homeostasis;