Let’s Lose A Billion Today First

That was Meng Yu's first frustration.

Maybe the first time is special, so he can't forget it in his heart.

Always want to compare with Qiao Lian again.

Of course there are others...

He didn't want to see such a talented person, just so ruined.

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Chu Zheng sent Qiao Lian to the hospital.

The doctor checked him quickly.

"His hand has been injured before..." The doctor came out and said to Chu Zheng: "It may be useless if it is delivered later."

Chu Zheng leaned against the wall, with his back against the cold wall.

"Use the best technique to treat him."

The doctor sighed without guarantee: "We try our best."

After Chu Zheng talked with the doctor, he opened the door of the ward and went in.

Qiao Lian was lying on the bed with a pale face, his eyes closed tightly, his forehead was still wet with sweat.

Chu Zheng's fingertips pushed away the broken hair in front of Qiao Lian's forehead, revealing his smooth and full forehead.

Chuzheng's palm fell on his hair and did not move away, just letting it go quietly.

Qiao Lian slept for a long time, and when he woke up, it was already night.

He glanced sideways and saw Chu Zheng, propped his forehead with one hand, and placed the other hand on his head, gently pressing, those eyes, which were always cold, closed quietly at this time.

The next second he met those eyes, there was no sleepiness in them, as always, cold and cold.

Chuzheng raised the hospital bed and let him lean on, "How do you feel?"

Qiao Lian looked at his hand: "It doesn't feel much."

Chu Zheng asked casually: "How did you get it?"

Before Qiao Lian looked normal, Chu Zheng did not notice that he had a hand problem.

After all, he was still fighting.

Qiao Lian's eyes darkened: "My dad did it."

He and his mother learned the piano. Later, he practiced it by himself. Every time Qiao Hong heard it, he stopped playing it.

At first he thought Qiao Hong just didn't like it, so he avoided him.

He won the prize that time, and Qiao Hong was already waiting at home when he returned.

He didn't say anything, someone pressed him and ruined his hands directly.

Although Qiao Hong cured his hands with the best doctor after the incident, he could no longer touch the piano.

Chuzheng's eyes are more cold.

Qiao Hong, a dog thing, was considered cheap to him before!

Chu Zheng looked at Qiao Lian: "Since you know your situation, why do you want to come with Meng Yu?"

"Teacher..." Qiao Lian hesitated for nearly a minute before slowly saying, "Meng Yu knows it."

"what do you know?"

Qiao Lian just looked at her like an aggrieved child.

Chu Zheng quickly understood: "So?"

"He will speak out." Qiao Lian said: "It will affect the teacher."

He is not worried about himself, he is afraid of getting her into trouble.

He knows the consequences of this.

"So you plan to not have these hands?" Chu Zheng approached him: "Qiao Lian, have you asked me?"

Qiao Lian was inexplicably nervous when Chu Zheng watched him so close.

He swallowed and explained: "Teacher, I just... want to solve some things by myself."

"It's only Meng Yu. He just said what you're afraid of." Chu Zheng said angrily: "If you weren't at school, I would have quit my job."

Qiao stunned.

——If you weren't in school, I would have quit my job.

Chu Zheng held his hands on his sides, almost enclosing him in his arms.

The girl looked at him fiercely: "Tell me about this next time, I will solve it, have you heard?"

Qiao Lian was ignorant and nodded for a while: "Know... I know."

Chu Zheng gave him a kiss: "Be good."

Qiao Lian: "..."

-

Qiao Lian's hand hurts to the root, even if he is cured, he will not be able to use his strength in the future.

The doctor can only treat conservatively.

No one can say how far it will recover in the end.

"Why not amputation."

Chuzheng said something.

Qiao Lian shivered with fright: "Teacher, no...no need it?"

"You don't care anyway." Chuzheng filled the porridge and sat beside him blankly.

"..."

At the beginning of the past few days, Zheng had been with him, and Qiao Lian did not think she was angry.

But at this time Qiao Lian realized that she was angry.

Chu Zheng put the spoon in his mouth and Qiao Lian opened his mouth mechanically.

Qiao Lian vomited out instantly, and Chu Zheng caught it with his hand: "What are you doing?"

Qiao Lian stuck his tongue out and said vaguely: "Hot."

Chu Zheng felt that the porridge in his palm was a little hot.

She was silent.

Qiao Lian noticed that she was picking it up with her hand, and her expression changed slightly. He hurried to get the paper. The hand was still in pain.

"Don't move."

Chuzheng put the bowl down, got up to wash his hands, then came back, waiting for the porridge to cool down before feeding him.

Qiao Lian ate all the porridge obediently.

"Teacher, are you angry with me?"

"I'm mad at you." Chu Zheng's tone was faint, and he couldn't hear any ups and downs: "Check it out later, and you should rest first."

Qiao Lian opened his lower lip, did he continue to say after all.

Qiao Lian was only in charge of the examination, and Chu Zheng never let him listen to what the doctor said.

But Qiao Lian believed that Chuzheng would not harm herself.