Feng Lixin was a man with mysophobia. And he had a strong self-esteem.
Ordinary people believed that it was better to live than to die! But Feng Lixin felt that it was better to die than to live.
Most of the time, it was Doctor Jin and Butler Mo who served Feng Lixin. Because Feng Lixin refused to use a catheter, Doctor Jin and Butler Mo would only help him connect the catheter when he needed it.
Firstly, it could protect his self-esteem as a man and he didn't need to connect the catheter that made him uncomfortable. Secondly, it could also stimulate the sensitivity of his various organs. Feng Lixin was also a man with mysophobia.
All along, there had been no accidents. Doctor Jin and Butler Mo cooperated well with Feng Lixin. There had never been a situation where Feng Lixin lost control.
Tonight, Doctor Jin happened to have something urgent to deal with at home, and Feng Lixin's condition was relatively stable. After instructing his assistant, Xiao Xing, he left the Feng family and would only return the next afternoon.
Butler Mo originally stayed in the medical room to take care of Feng Lixin's daily life. Hearing the quarrel between Aunt An and Madam from the living room downstairs, he hurriedly walked out of the medical room and rushed down to stop the furious Mrs. Xue Luo.
Who would have thought that when Butler Mo ran out to chase after Mrs. Xue Luo, Feng Lixin needed to pee? Perhaps it was because Dr. Xiao Xing wasn't proficient enough in his work, and he didn't cooperate well with Feng Lixin, so when Feng Lixin mumbled something unclear, he thought that he was feeling unwell, so he came over to ask and check.
When he realized that Feng Lixin wanted to pee, it was already too late. Feng Lixin had already urinated on himself.
This wasn't the most important thing.
The most important thing was that when Doctor Xiao Xing wanted to connect the catheter, the liquid spilled on the back of his hand. He instinctively wanted to avoid it and pressed a certain part of his hand. Even when he lowered his head to check his face, he was not spared.
When the urine splashed on his face, out of human instinct, Doctor Xiao Xing immediately dropped the catheter and reflexively took a tissue to wipe his face and glasses …
Feng Lixin was a man with mysophobia and a man with extremely strong self-esteem.
Perhaps Doctor Xiao Xing's behavior was completely a person's instinctive behavior, but in Feng Lixin's eyes, it became a deep disgust. He was already a useless person! Other than lying on the sickbed and waiting for death, there was no longer any meaning or value in living!
There was no faith, no pursuit, no hope for love, all that was left was a crippled body. Living each day was worse than death!
When Feng Xinglang rushed back to the Feng family, Dr. Xing had already given Feng Lixin a tranquilizer. This was undoubtedly risky, because Feng Lixin was so weak that he might not wake up from the sedative at any time. However, at that time, Dr. Little Xing had no choice.
"Brother … I'm back. I'm right beside you. Open your eyes and look at me. " Feng Xinglang lifted his elder brother, Feng Lixin's scrawny body, and hugged him tightly in his arms.
"Second Young Master, I'm sorry … It's all my fault. I didn't handle it well." Dr. Xing blamed himself repeatedly.
Feng Xinglang did not make a sound. He only hugged Feng Lixin's body tightly and remained motionless for a long time.
Butler Mo had already changed Feng Lixin into her custom-made pajamas, keeping it dry and clean.
"Butler Mo, call Doctor Jin and ask him to rush here overnight. Give Doctor Xing an extra year's salary. "
Feng Xinglang's voice was cold. Every word he said was tainted with coldness. He was indifferent. He would not give anyone a second chance to hurt his elder brother, Feng Lixin.
"I've called. Doctor Jin said that he will be here tomorrow morning. "Butler Mo knew that the Second Young Master was in a bad mood, so his reply was very careful.
Dr. Xing did not leave the Feng family overnight. Instead, he stood guard outside the medical room. He knew the Second Young Master Feng Xinglang's temper. In order not to annoy him, he had been standing guard outside the medical room.
In fact, Dr. Xing was very diligent. However, he was too young. In terms of respecting life, he was far from being as good as his mentor, Doctor Jin.
If Doctor Jin was the one handling it that night, even if it was all over his face, he would not panic. He could connect the catheter without batting an eyelid. After serving Feng Lixin, he would find a place where Feng Lixin could not see to deal with the filth on his face. He would not be like his assistant, Xiao Xing, who panicked and dealt with it in front of Feng Lixin!
This made Feng Lixin feel that Xiao Xing hated him. Originally, Feng Lixin's heart was already filled with a deep sense of inferiority after being burned to such a state. And this time, Doctor Xiao Xing's rash handling was the fuse!
Sometimes, being a good doctor who was kind and understanding was also a form of psychology.
Fortunately, Feng Lixin woke up early in the morning. He saw a small ray of dawn coming through the curtains. He had endured another night. He saw the light of dawn again.
He felt his body being held in a heavy embrace. It was Feng Xinglang. He leaned against him and fell asleep. That handsome face was still imprinted with nervousness and heavy worry.
Feng Lixin stared deeply at Feng Xinglang, who was leaning against him, and cherished every hard-earned minute and second. He knew that after today, he might never see his younger brother, Feng Xinglang, again.
It was too cruel to drag a broken body to implicate the people who were good to him. Feng Lixin really could not bear to see Feng Xinglang be depressed, violent, hateful, and bloodthirsty because of him.
It was better to get the pain over with. As long as he, Feng Lixin, was alive, Feng Xinglang would always be entangled in this kind of hostility.
Actually, Feng Lixin heard Xue Luo quarreling with Aunt An and Housekeeper Mo in the living room last night.
Finally, that girl called Xue Luo couldn't bear such a life and ran away!
Feng Lixin inevitably blamed himself: If it wasn't for his whimsical idea of finding a woman to take care of his younger brother, he wouldn't have implicated an innocent girl.
In the end, Xue Luo and Feng Xinglang were not fated. No matter how he tried to matchmake them, it couldn't be forced. It was good that she ran away like this. At least that girl could escape from the abyss of suffering.
How could he imagine that Feng Xinglang would fall in love with Xue Luo in such a short period of time and with such hatred?
Xue Luo, I'm really sorry! I, Feng Lixin, can't personally apologize to you. I can only ask Housekeeper Mo to leave some money for you as compensation. I know you're not a gold-digger, but this is the only way I, Feng Lixin, can atone for my sins. Please forgive me!
"Xinglang … Xinglang … wake up." Feng Lixin used his forehead to nudge Feng Xinglang.
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