Chapter 182： (1/2)

"Me?" Zheng Fei frowned, "How do you say?"

Ji Changhai explained: "The next three to seven days is the rotation cycle of the two pheromones in the patient, also known as the disorder period. He will have vomiting, dizziness, headache, photophobia, cold and heat regardless of these disorders, and gonadal injuries , The process of secreting pheromone itself will be painful. This time will be very difficult for him. You are a partner who has marked him. Anyone who stays in the ward except you will exacerbate his discomfort, so companionship, comfort, It ’s up to you to take care of these tasks ... but do n’t worry, the nurse will teach you in advance. ”

He added kindly.

Late that night, after learning how to be a qualified nurse, Zheng Feiyu stepped into He's ward.

The sweet lilies of the valley floated in the air. It was lighter and far purer than before. It was exactly the taste in Zheng Feiyan's memory. There was no other pheromone mixed in it.

The bedside was lit with a small night light, dark and warm, reflecting He An's pale face. Zheng Feiyu walked over and sat by the bed, covering his hands with both hands, leaning into the bed, and gently holding He An's hand.

He An hadn't regained consciousness, and now he was sleeping soundly, leaning his head slightly, breathing slowly.

Speaking of this accident, it happened to solve the urgent need of Zheng Feiyu. It should be a good thing, but he didn't feel joy at all--

He An was attacked in the reading room of the Department of Psychology. Four or five books were scattered beside him at the time of the accident. Why he was there, Zheng Feiyu thought about it and understood seven or eight points.

The reality is so cruel, he did not even give He An even a chance to choose. He was forced to the operating table two years ago, and two years later.

He An, are you willing?

Will you resent me when you wake up?

Zheng Feiyu bowed her head and kissed He An's hand across the quilt.

Tonight's Yuanjiang temperature suddenly dropped, and heavy clouds accumulated, the first snow of romance was about to fall. He An, when you recover, we will take Lily of the Valley together to see the snow. The answer you missed, I will try my best to help you find it, and then send it to you.

In the middle of the night, Zheng Feiyu was tired with the bed, lying on the bedside, lethargic, and the fingers in his hands were suddenly stung by a terrible force.

He woke up suddenly, looked up, and saw that He An clenched his body, clenching his teeth, pale, and sweat dripping down his cheeks, his throat overflowing like a sob, Weeping groaning was clearly painful.

Zheng Fei panicked, and quickly reached out to press the emergency bell, but He An seemed to be afraid that he ran away. The sickly body of the sickness burst into a terrible force for a moment, and he could not move.

"no, do not want……"

He An muttered and wept.

Zheng Feiyu listened carefully before he heard what he said: "Don't go, don't leave me alone ... it's too cold, Feiyu, it's too cold here ..."

He An didn't wake up, closed his eyes tightly, and trembled his elbows to support half of his body. He followed the breath of Zheng Feiyan like sleepwalking, and flew to catch him all at once. The flesh of the back was ripped.

"He, He An?"

Zheng Feiyu was startled and bewildered, worried that He An accidentally fell off the bed, and quickly picked him up.

"Fei, yesterday ... it didn't work like yesterday, it really doesn't work ... you stay here, hurt me, just like this, I promise not to be troubled in the future ... no trouble, will be obedient ... just like that Once ... please ... "

He An lay on his shoulder, shrinking, trembling, crying with tears on his face.

What's wrong?

Have a nightmare?

Zheng Feiyu has never seen such a humble beggar, thinking it is a symptom of disorder, and the pain in his heart is sharp.

He patted He An's back over and over again, comforting: "Don't cry, don't cry, am I right here? I have worked so hard to chase you back, how can I be willing to leave you at this time? Rest assured, though, I won't go anywhere tonight, just stay with you and stay with you until dawn, OK? "

He An refused to believe his promise, shook his head for a while, still clinging to him and letting go: "The liar ... as soon as I let go, you left without looking back ..."

He looked like a child who had been abandoned and soaked in fear.

once……

Once……

Zheng Feihuan hugged him, his movements were stiff, his face paled.

How could he never see such a place?

He has certainly seen it.

A few years ago, during the estrus period when Lily of the Valley was conceived, he spent only three or four hours with He An every day and refused to give alms any more. From the early morning to midnight, He An was such a person who survived in the purgatory of burning passion.