Chapter 42 After the silk extraction

operation, no water or food is allowed for 48 hours, and even the saliva secreted from the mouth is not allowed to be swallowed. During these 48 hours, Feng Ran felt like an age. Chen Zhi fell into a coma from time to time, but he never slept for long.

Late at night, the patient in the next room screamed, waking them all up. Feng Ran frowned and took a look at the door. The doctors and nurses hurriedly pushed the patient away, and the family members were crying at the door of the room.

The next day, it was discovered that the patient did not follow the doctor's advice and secretly ate an apple. His stomach and intestines were stuck together, and he needed another operation.

The grandmother in the same room was terrified. She talked loudly on the phone during the day, exaggerating and repeating what she heard last night. Feng

Ran lifted the curtain and said, "Keep your voice down, there is a patient here."

The grandmother glanced at him, mumbled, and hung up the phone.

Feng Ran closed the curtain again.

The room was quiet, Shen Zhi's heart rate dropped a little, he opened his eyes slightly, and his lips moved: "It hurts."

Feng Ran immediately stood up to find a nurse, but was grabbed by his sleeve.

He said: "The doctor said that you always take painkillers, and the dosage given now is larger than normal. I took pethidine this morning, and I don't know if I should take it again now. Should I go and ask?" Shen

Zhi still pulled him and said: "I'm thirsty."

Feng Ran had no choice. The doctor repeatedly warned him not to drink a sip of water.

He stroked slowly, from the center of the eyebrows to the corners of the eyes, but the other party was reluctant to close his eyes.

He suddenly felt pity, closed his eyes, and kissed Shen Zhi on the forehead.

Liquid began to drip from the corners of Shen Zhi's eyes, and he said weakly, "Feng Ran."

Feng Ran pulled the stool closer, leaned over to his ear, and whispered, "I've always been here. Go to sleep, I'll sing for you. In the distant night sky, there's a crescent moon..."

His singing was extremely alluring. With a deliberately slow tempo, his voice was soft and melodious, and the lyrics were not so clear, like a casual hum. Halfway through the song, Shen Zhi finally closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Feng Qing refused to sleep when he was a child, and this trick worked every time. Later, he became a resident singer in a bar, and his singing skills improved greatly. Even Ren He wanted to recruit him into the band.

Coaxing Shen Zhi was no

problem. Just as he was feeling a little complacent, he felt sleepy and his tense nerves could no longer bear it. He yawned and fell asleep on the bed.

Until the third day, he still couldn't drink water.

Feng Ran could only dip a cotton swab in water and wipe it on Shen Zhi's lips to relieve his pain a little.

But Chen Zhi recovered well in all aspects. The surgeon came to see him, gave him some instructions, and asked him to get out of bed and walk around as soon as possible.

Chen Zhi agreed, but the first second he stood up with Feng Ran, his face turned pale.

It hurt. The pain from the narrow incision involved all the nerves in his body, and it was impossible to deliberately disguise it.

Feng Ran asked: "Does it hurt?"

He forced himself to say: "It's okay."

Feng Ran didn't believe it, but after all, the pain could not be replaced, and any words seemed light, so it was better not to say it. They

had to walk in the corridor three times a day, three laps each time, and they were exhausted after each trip.

As soon as they arrived at the elevator entrance that day, the elevator door opened, and Chen Zhi's whole body collapsed. Feng Ran turned his head to take a look.

He Chuan, holding an insulated lunch box, looked at them for a long time without taking a step forward.

Garden room downstairs.

He Chuan's temperament changed drastically, and he took out a cigarette and a lighter from his pocket.

There were few people around, so Feng Ran didn't hesitate. He took out a cigarette, put it between his lips, lit it, took a deep breath, and exhaled wisps of white smoke for a long time.

"He's much better."

"Yes." He put down the cigarette. "It's been really hard these past few days. Thank you very much."

In fact, He Chuan came every day to bring Feng Ran food and talk to him. Or he would do nothing, just stand there silently, and sometimes he would bring him a bottle of wine.

The time of his visit was irregular, and it was only today that he was caught by Chen Zhi.

He hadn't recovered well, and Feng Ran was a little worried.

Before entering the ward, he didn't say another word. After getting on the bed, he pushed him and said, "Go, take care of it." His tone was calm, and Feng Ran couldn't help but hear the sound of someone trying to get rid of He Chuan.

He Chuan said, "It's an operation after all."

Feng Ran finished his cigarette, dusted himself off, and said, "I have to go upstairs. He's seeing you for the first time today."

"When will I come tomorrow?"

He hesitated and said, "I'll text you after he goes to bed."

Entering the room, Chen Zhi was sitting on the bed with the backrest adjusted. When Feng Ran came back, he didn't speak for a while.

Feng Ran held his hand, but was pushed away, but he couldn't move it.

Chen Zhi's eyes were stern.

"Don't be angry, it's bad for your health." He said.

Shen Zhi said, "You know I will be angry." After saying that,

he turned around in anger. He suddenly felt extremely tired and helpless.

But he was still worried about his health and called Shen Zhi.

Shen Zhi turned his head, his eyes full of resentment, but he pleaded softly, "Can you please don't look for him again."

"No," he said, "don't worry."

He told everything truthfully, from the time Shen Zhi entered the orphanage to today's encounter.

When Chen Zhi learned that He Chuan had paid for his medical expenses, his expression darkened for a moment. He said, "I've never had any family around me to rely on."

"You'll have some," Feng Ran said. "You have to recover first."

Every time he asked Chen Zhi how he was doing, he would say, "I'm fine."

In fact, he didn't say "I'm fine" until the sixth day.

They continued to practice walking in the hallway. The grandmother in the next bed had just had surgery and was moaning all day and all night. The children at home were too busy with work, so they had to hire a caregiver. But the caregiver didn't stay long and had many conflicts with the grandmother. She didn't come back the day after the surgery.

The elderly woman's son arrived, furious, and stood outside the ward, shouting non-stop. The central argument was whether a son should personally care for his elderly mother in the hospital. In the end, the grandmother lost, and a new caregiver would come tomorrow.

The elderly woman sat alone in her bed, tears streaming down her face, sobbing to Feng Ran about her son's unfilial behavior. Her heart rate fluctuated, beeping, and Feng Ran was terrified for a long time until she fell asleep.

Shen Zhi watched the whole process and said absentmindedly: "In the eyes of those relatives and doctors, I am probably an unfilial son."

Feng Ran comforted: "No matter what they think, the most important thing is that you are well."

After Shen Zhi was able to eat liquid food, Feng Ran began to bring wine into the room.

The nurse found out and scolded him. He shamelessly went to deliver snacks and milk tea three times a day, saying all the nice things. Soon, everyone in the nurse station knew him. No one dislikes a patient's family member who is respectful, easy to talk to, and good-looking. In addition, drinking is not a big deal. If he does not change his ways after repeated warnings, no one will make things difficult for him.

Many people speculated about his relationship with Shen Zhi. It was another person who signed, but it was him who took care of him meticulously all day long. When

Feng Ran was not around, grandma asked Shen Zhi, but Shen Zhi just smiled and said nothing. When he was not around, she asked Feng Ran again. Feng Ran said: "Well... let me get you a pot of hot water."

He had met his grandmother's son. His grandmother introduced him to the man, saying that he often took care of her. The man was quite polite to him, offering him a cigarette as soon as they met.

He took Shen Zhi for a walk down the stairwell and talked about his coma after the operation. Shen Zhi said, "I dreamed that I was painting. There was an endless piece of paper under my brush. As I painted, the paper grew longer. Then I got a little annoyed, and you suddenly emerged from the painting."

"What did you paint?"

"I don't remember. I just remember you walking out of a piece of white," Shen Zhi said. "That's where the blank space in the painting happened to be."

Feng Ran saw him deep in thought and, on a whim, leaned in and pecked him on the lips.

Shen Zhi's face flushed. Just as he was about to say something, he heard a strange cough beside him.

They both turned around. His grandmother's son, carrying a kettle, brushed past them without looking away.

Shen Zhi whispered, "What should we do? They've seen us."

Feng Ran said, "If they see us, they'll see us."

That night, the man made a scene at the nurses' station, insisting that his mother's roommates were changed, saying that the two people sharing the same room were perverts.

But beds were in short supply and the nurses were helpless. Grandma didn't say anything, but the man was telling everyone about it, determined to make a big deal out of it.

Soon everyone understood and looked at them with strange eyes.

When they walked in the corridor again, almost everyone avoided them like the plague. Occasionally, whispers were heard, and words like "sick" and "disgusting" came into their ears.

Feng Ran didn't care. He had been surrounded by looks of disgust or fear since he was a teenager, and he had long been accustomed to it.

He asked Chen Zhi: "Do you want to change hospitals?"

Chen Zhi hesitated and shook his head: "Forget it, I'll be discharged in more than a week anyway."

Feng Ran nodded.

That day, Chen Zhi fell asleep, and He Chuan brought him food. Feng Ran went downstairs to find him. As usual, he wanted to smoke a cigarette before going upstairs.

But the man suddenly came and made a noise in the room. Shen Zhi was startled and woke up from his dream.

Normally, Shen Zhi was quiet and indecisive. Seeing that he was alone, the man grew bolder and took the opportunity to put pressure on him, so that they would leave and not speak without thinking.

"How disgusting! Mom, why did you ask him to fetch water again? Aren't you afraid of getting infected?"

There was another loud noise, and the grandmother exclaimed, "Oh, Xiao Wang was away tonight, and Xiao Feng was kind enough to fetch me water. Why did you all collapse? You're going to kill me with thirst!"

"Kind? Do you know what he meant? Did the anesthesia damage your brain?" the man shouted angrily. "Who knows what he did with the water? If you get those nasty diseases, you won't have the money to treat them!"

The man suddenly felt a chill down his spine. He turned around and saw Shen Zhi standing behind him - he could barely stand on his own and could only lean on the edge of the bed.

Shen Zhi smiled, but didn't say anything.

The man didn't care and snorted contemptuously.

"Dirty, unlucky thing."

The old man pulled him, but his face darkened. "Why are you pulling me? Was I wrong?" Shen

Zhi stood there, watching the mother and son confront each other. Finally, the man, carrying the kettle, left the room.

He slowly changed his shoes and took two steps. The old woman said timidly, "He can't talk. Grandma apologizes on his behalf. Please... don't tell Xiao Feng." She was worried that Feng Ran wouldn't get her water in the future.

Shen Zhi smiled and said, "It's okay. I won't tell."

He walked out, holding onto the wall, step by step, just like every time he practiced walking with Feng Ran's support. As

Feng Ran smoked his second cigarette, a loud, extremely miserable cry came from upstairs. The sparrows in the tree fluttered away, and the leaves swayed and fell.

His cigarette fell to the ground, and He Chuan looked up.

He said, "...Is that a human cry? It's so fucking scary."

He Chuan remained silent.

The sound came from the bathroom, which also served as a washroom. Feng Ran pondered for a moment, thinking that with such a loud noise, Chen Zhi must have woken up. He stood up and said, "I'll go up and take a look."

Their ward was on the fifth floor, and from below, it looked like a lush forest. In a city like Hai City, trees are lush and green all year round.

The moment he looked up, he seemed to see a blue and white shadow amidst the greenery.

It was the uniform of the inpatient department, so he didn't pay much attention to it.