My foolish snake husband wouldn't stop pestering me (Mtl)

Ch 27: My Brother...Why Is It So Cruel?

    In recent years, malnutrition can be so serious that the doctor is also very curious and asked Duan Lin's patient's diet in detail.

    It's the only thing that Yan Rui is not malnourished. He is Zhou Ran's spare blood bank. From time to time, he will go to the hospital to draw blood, 1,000 ml at a time. Before he can make up the blood, he will take a second time.

    At home, eating and drinking are irregular. During the month that Duan Lin lived with him, the kitchen has not opened a stove.

    When Duan Lin ordered takeout, Yan Rui went outside to buy bread and nibble.

    Obviously his grandma gave him a bank card, which contains his living expenses. He likes to suffer alive if he doesn't use it. Who can be blamed for this situation?

    I don't feel sorry for myself, but I can count on others to treat him kindly?

    The doctor prescribes some recipes for Duan Lin. In short, if you want to solve the problem, you must eat some supplements, eat more healthy foods, and maintain a healthy, scientific and reasonable diet of three meals a day.

    This disease can not be resolved by hospitalization. If you want to cure it, you can only recover slowly.

    Duan Lin used his mobile phone to finish meticulously, "Thank you, doctor, I have all memorized."

    " Okay , the patient is now transferred to the ward. You can take good care of him, and stare at him for the infusion."

    Duan Lin sniffed, watching Yan Rui being pushed out and pushed into the ward.

    Duan Lin hurriedly followed, watching his slender left arm with an infusion tube inserted, and his hand was swollen.

    Young Master Duan Er, who hadn't taken care of anyone before, was so busy that he sent Yan Rui safely into the ward, then he moved a chair and sat on the side of the bed looking at him.

    Look at his face, his hand, and stare at the drip bottle hanging on it for a while, lest the medicine drip out and the air ran in to pour the blood out.

    After sitting for a while, Duan Lin couldn't help reaching out and touching Yan Rui's finger.

    Just like a fragile ice cube, it will break when you touch it, and it feels like it's holding a bone in your hand.

    Duan Lin put his hand against his face, thinking in discomfort: Yan Rui, don't you want to like my brother, okay?

    .......

    Yan Rui woke up again, it was late at night.

    He didn't know how long he had been in a coma. He obviously planned to listen to Duan Lin's words without closing his eyes, but he still couldn't make it through when he got to the hospital.

    Now I woke up with the bitterness of disinfectant in my breath, Yan Rui coughed slightly, and looked weakly at the top of his head.

    The drip bottle was hung on his left hand, and the transparent liquid slowly slipped down the plastic tube. His eyes slowly lowered, and he saw a pair of slender, white fingers.

    Duan Lin was sitting on a chair with a 1.5-meter-high head curled up, covering his left hand lightly with two hands, and the temperature in his palm was continuously passing on his cold left hand.

    Yan Rui moved his finger, and Duan Lin woke up.

    He sat upright with a rub, his sleepy eyes seemed to be lit by a fire.

    Duan Lin stared straight at Yan Rui and asked: "Sister-in-law, are you awake? Are you hungry? Is your body still uncomfortable? Would you like to drink some water first?"

    Yan Rui coughed, his body ups and downs, and his wounds twitched. It hurts.

    Duan Lin immediately got up and rang the call bell, and shouted outside: "Doctor, the patient is awake, now he is coughing, come here quickly!"

    Yan Rui was coughing out of breath, but when he heard him so noisy, he yelled hurriedly. He said: "Duan Lin, I'm okay, don't shout, the hospital forbids making loud noises."

    Duan Lin, who loves tossing things, stopped the sound immediately, touched his nose and sat next to Yan Rui, staring under him. He was hesitant to talk.

    "Sister-in-law, are you still in pain? Is your body still uncomfortable?"

    Yan Rui shook his head, "Much better."

    During Duan Chen's torture before, he broke his throat. At this moment, his throat hurts so badly that he was scratched by a knife. He was hurt, his vocal cords were hoarse, and even his voice was hoarse.

    Duan Lin hurriedly got up and poured him a glass of water, "Drink some water."

    Duan Lin was really thirsty, and drank water with his cup in his mouth.

    When Duan Chen kissed his mouth in the morning, he bit his mouth open. Now he drinks water and it hurts terribly from the wound.

    The heart hurts even more, it hurts.

    After pouring water into my stomach, my stomach became sore, my eyes were sour, and my nose was sour.

    He raised his right hand and rubbed his eyes with his sleeve, feeling that he was useless.

    "You haven't eaten anything for a day? I'll order a bowl of porridge for you."