In the afternoon.
Past two o 'clock.
In the small room of about 30 square meters, Zhang Ye had just disconnected from the internet when he received phone calls one after another. It was very intense, just like when he was released from the police station in the afternoon. Friends he knew all called with concern and regards. Some sent text messages, while others directly called.
Su Na: Are your injuries serious?
Zhang Ye replied: "It's fine, thanks."
It was a call from Yao Jiancai. "Bro, you're injured?"
"I can still hold on, hur hur." Zhang Ye smiled.
Yao Jiancai praised, "Good, you're really a real man of iron blood. I just went out of town to shoot a show today. I'll be back in Beijing in a few days. I'll go and see you then."
Zhang Ye said, "Don't worry about it. You can continue with your work, Old Yao."
Yao Jiancai said, "Recuperate well. When I get back, let's meet up."
Many phone calls came in. Zhang Ye explained to his friends one by one, telling them not to worry. Actually, he was feeling very dizzy. He had lost quite a bit of blood and would need some time to recuperate. Who wasn't made of meat? But Zhang Ye had always been the kind of person who did not want others to worry about him. If there was anything that he could solve by himself, he would solve it without anyone worrying about him. He would also feel bad about it, so no matter what he encountered, he would always say that he was fine. Even if he told them that he was on the brink of death and that he was feeling dizzy and his legs were numb, there was nothing they could do to help him. It was the new year and they were all very busy. Zhang Ye was also afraid of pain. Usually, he looked foolish and bold. There was nothing he did not dare to say or do? In fact, whenever this fellow saw a doctor in the hospital, his legs would go weak. Unless it was absolutely necessary, he definitely did not want to go to the hospital for an infusion and injection. Therefore, he would endure it as long as he could.
Suddenly, someone knocked on the door from the outside.
No, to be precise, he was patted by someone.
Zhang Ye hung up and looked over. "Who is it? The door is unlocked. "
The door creaked open and a beautiful petite figure pushed the door open with difficulty. She squeezed through the gap and looked at Zhang Ye with a deadpan expression. "Zhang Ye, you're at home."
It was as if Zhang Ye had seen a relative, "Aiyo, it's Chenchen. Why are you here?"
Chenchen said indifferently, "My aunt saw the news and asked me to come over to see if you were home."
Zhang Ye immediately covered his head, "It's great that you've come! Quick, quick, help me call the landlady auntie! This bro can't take it anymore! He was going to die! Quickly get Landlady Auntie to come and save me! "
Chenchen made an "oh" sound and stated her condition: "Then you have to do my winter vacation homework."
Zhang Ye stared at her, "This wicked child. Hurry up and get someone for Uncle Zhang!"
"Then you agree." Only then did Chenchen turn around and leave.
Zhang Ye did not know if he should be angry or amused. Suddenly, another call came. This time, it was from a different person. It was from his parents. After hesitating for a long time, he still answered.
"Son!" Mom said anxiously. "Are you hurt? Is he really injured? "
Zhang Ye, who was shouting that he was going to die, was now full of energy again, "Hey, Mom, who did you hear that I was injured?" On the other side, the door opened again. Rao Aimin walked in with Chenchen following behind her. Her petite body was carrying a first aid kit. Zhang Ye did not bother to talk to Rao Aimin and Chenchen. He had to calm his parents down first. He said, "I'm fine, I'm perfectly fine!"
His mother didn't believe him. "But it's all in the news!"
Zhang Ye smacked his lips. "Aiyah, don't listen to the media or the internet talking nonsense. It's all fake news!"
Maybe it was on speakerphone, but his aunt's voice could be heard. "How can this be fake?"
Zhang Ye said, "Right, it's all fake. At the very least, it's an exaggeration. It's the media, after all. That's what they like. If not, how can they attract everyone's attention and eyeballs? Hey, does my voice sound like I'm injured? I'm preparing to go out for a jog to train my body. In fact, just now, a few children took a few eggs or cabbage leaves and threw them at me. What harm can that do? Your son isn't made of paper. Don't you know that my nickname is' Iron Blooded Man '! Don't worry, don't worry. I'm fine! "
After a while, Zhang Ye hung up the phone while wiping his sweat. He had finally managed to fool them.
Following that, Zhang Ye looked at the landlady's figure. His tears were about to fall. "My loved ones! My loved ones! You're here! Quick, save me! My head hurts! I can't take it anymore! "
Chenchen: "…"
Rao Aimin gave him a sideways glance. "Aren't you an iron blooded man?"
Zhang Ye cried out miserably, "What do you mean I'm iron blooded!? My tiny body will shatter with a single touch! It's not like you don't know! "
Rao Aimin sat on the bed. "What did I just read on the internet? Weren't you righteously shouting something like 'You sacrifice your blood to the Yellow Emperor'? "
Zhang Ye exclaimed, "I was just bragging! Seeing the Yellow Emperor? This bro nearly saw the King of Hell! Let a rock smash you in the head and try! I don't believe you'll be fine! "
Chenchen interjected, "My aunt's chin can even shatter bricks. What's a rock to it?"
Oh right!
I forgot that Rao Aimin was a "martial arts expert"!
F * * k! There's no f * * king way to carry on a conversation!
Rao Aimin's vicious tongue had never changed. "If you don't have that ability, don't take up that porcelain job. With your physical fitness, you still want to act strong at your own cost? You still dare to stand there and let others smash you? If you want to move China, go! You even said that I sacrifice my blood to the Yellow Emperor? That sounds quite hot-blooded. The last time I gently threw you off the bed, you were screaming like a pig being slaughtered. What's the point of bragging? "
Zhang Ye grunted and did not say a word. He looked like he was about to die. His face was weak. If someone did not know, they would think that he was about to die the next second. Previously, in the district, in front of the crowd, in front of the reporters, or when he returned home on the internet, in front of his friends and family, Zhang Ye had always put on a strong front. No matter who asked, he would say that he was fine. Now that there were no outsiders, and now that he saw Rao Aimin, who knew a bit of Chinese medicine, Zhang Ye immediately revealed his true colors. He no longer pretended to be awesome.
"Where does it hurt?"
"Everywhere!"
"Move your hands away. Let me see."
"Be gentler, Landlady Auntie!"
"Cut the crap!"
"Ah! Gentler! "
"Don't move around!"
"I can't take it anymore, I can't take it anymore! It hurts so much! "
Rao Aimin had a sharp tongue but a soft heart. She always spoke harshly, but whenever Zhang Ye was in trouble, Rao Aimin would never ignore him.
After checking his injuries, Rao Aimin had an idea, "Let's go to the hospital."
When Zhang Ye heard this, he immediately grabbed the headboard, "No! I definitely won't go! Unless I'm dead! "
Rao Aimin glanced at him, "Let the doctor disinfect you and give you a tetanus shot. You will recover quickly. I don't have any handy tools here."
Zhang Ye flatly said, "I won't go even if you beat me to death!"
Rao Aimin said all day, but Zhang Ye did not listen.
Helpless, Rao Aimin could only say, "Chenchen, first aid kit."
Little Chenchen slowly opened the first aid kit.
Rao Aimin took out a cotton swab and began applying medicine on Zhang Ye's head, "This medicine can only reduce the inflammation and do some simple treatment. I can't guarantee that it will be very effective."
Zhang Ye said, "It's fine. As long as it's effective."
Rao Aimin curled her lips, "You don't even let me have a good rest on the first day of the new year. I'm telling you, this is the last time. If you get injured again, don't look for me. I don't have time for you!" She turned to look at Rao Chenchen, "Chenchen, go take a nap. You still have to do your winter holiday homework tonight."
Chenchen said, "I'm not sleepy."
Rao Aimin looked at her, "Then don't be like the past few days when I let you do your homework at night. If you don't finish the first ten pages of your arithmetic homework today, you're not allowed to sleep!"
Chenchen curled her lips and acknowledged. The mother and daughter's expressions were almost the same, "Got it." Then she turned around and went home.
Zhang Ye was still groaning, "It hurts!"
Rao Aimin said in a lukewarm manner, "Bear with it!"
After treating his head, Rao Aimin helped him clean the wound on his neck.
Zhang Ye grimaced in pain. The boldness and integrity he had when he was on the internet had completely disappeared. Humans always had a strong side, but also a weak side.
"Big Sis Rao."
"What!?"
"I want to eat your Red Braised Pork tonight."
Rao Aimin was so angry that she laughed, "I've been working so hard to help you apply medicine, and you're still raising conditions? Cut the crap! I'll just order some leftovers. If you don't want to eat it, then don't! "
"What leftovers?"
"Leftover dumplings."
"What fillings?"
"Chives and eggs!"
"So vegetarian? Is there any meat? This bro is a patient, a great hero who got seriously injured for the sake of the nation. Don't you want some meat? "
"Kid, you're getting worked up, aren't you?"
"Alright, then I'll make do with it."
"Open your mouth and drink your medicine."
"What medicine?"
"Anti-inflammatory medicine."
"I don't want it if it's too bitter."
"If you keep talking nonsense, I'll throw you on the bed and no one will care about you. Open your mouth and drink your medicine and water!"
Rao Aimin had already prepared the water and medicine and helped him sit up.
"… OK." Zhang Ye obediently ate his medicine.
After the initial pain, Zhang Ye felt better. With someone taking care of him, he felt especially at ease. Zhang Ye had always kept a respectful distance from the landlady's foul mouth, but be it when Rao Aimin did things or when she took care of him, Zhang Ye was especially assured. He knew that she was a very virtuous and well-rounded big sister. Now, he did not need to consider or worry about anything. He just needed to lie there and there would be someone to apply medicine, serve him tea and make him dinner. That feeling was indescribably comfortable. A wave of drowsiness slowly came over him.
Zhang Ye turned his head and glanced at Rao Aimin, who was sitting beside his head. He blinked and lazily and shamelessly lifted his head. With a move, he laid down on Rao Aimin's elastic thighs. Huff. With his head pressed down, the flesh was squeezed from her white gym pants to his face. He could clearly feel the heat on her thighs.
Rao Aimin's voice pressed down from above his head, "Kid, don't push your luck?"
Zhang Ye happily closed his eyes, "The pillow isn't comfortable. It's too soft. I'll lie on your thighs for a while." This fellow was taking advantage of his injury.
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