Rebirth of the Routine King

"Ring ring ring..."

The cell phone that fell on the hospital bed rang again, temporarily bringing a buffer to the awkward atmosphere.

Seeing that Song Zhiwen didn't answer, Gao Lu reluctantly picked up the phone, looked at the caller number, and said in surprise: "Wang Weihang is calling."

She knew about the relationship between Wang Weihang and Wang Yan, and originally wanted to hand the phone to Wang Yan, but inexplicably gave it to Song Zhiwen instead.

Wang Yan hurriedly said: "Don't say I'm injured. If they see me like this, they might laugh for days!"

Song Zhiwen hesitated for a moment, nodded, and after the connection was connected, she said softly: "Hey, Brother Weihang..."

Wang Weihang's hearty laughter came from the microphone: "Mosquito, is Wang Yan with you?"

Song Zhiwen has no experience in lying. Wang Weihang just asked, and she hesitated for a long time: "Um... are we... are we not together?"

Wang Yan sighed and said, "Put your phone to my ear."

Song Zhiwen felt as though she was about to receive a general amnesty, so she quickly followed Wang Yan's instructions.

"Hey, boss, what the hell do you mean? Song Zhiwen and I are having a candlelight dinner! Do you think your call will spoil the fun?"

Gao Lu frowned when he heard this. This guy was still unreliable. He was so hurt that he was still in the mood to lie and joke.

There was nothing strange about Song Zhiwen. There seemed to be a trace of yearning in her beautiful peach blossom eyes.

Wang Weihang's laughter on the phone got even louder: "Oh! That's so embarrassing. I just thought it's so late. Why haven't you come back yet? Everyone is worried about your safety! That's why you encouraged me to call and ask.

ask......"

Wang Yan smiled and scolded: "The reason you gave is quite high-sounding. Are you worried about my safety? I am with Song Zhiwen, so she should be the one who is worried about my safety, right?"

Wang Weihang laughed: "I'm worried about everything. Let me tell you, the little mosquito is so cute, you can't bully her!"

Huh! Don't think that I don't know what you are thinking. You are just afraid that Song Zhiwen and I will not come back after checking in, and you will not be able to show off in front of me in the future.

At that moment, Wang Yan said casually: "Boss, you don't have to wait for me tonight. I already have a place to stay."

The tone on the other end of the phone changed obviously: "What! If you're not coming back tonight, where will you stay?"

"It's a hotel! You can't live under a bridge, right? Besides, a cute little girl wouldn't want to live under a bridge, right?"

Sure enough, as soon as Wang Yan finished speaking, there was an "ah" sound from the other end of the phone.

After hearing this, Song Zhiwen's pretty face turned red immediately, her nose wrinkled, and she looked at Wang Yan with angry eyes.

Wang Yan seemed not to notice, and continued to provoke Wang Weihang: "Hey, boss! Why don't you speak?"

"Ah, it's okay, Wang Yan... I've taken a shower, so I won't say more to you."

"Okay, I'll hang up then. I'll go back tomorrow and bring you some spicy soup. Don't worry, I won't forget to add vinegar!"

Just when Song Zhiwen was about to hang up, Gao Lu grabbed the phone and said in a cold tone: "Don't listen to Wang Yan's nonsense. He is now in Ward 608 on the sixth floor of the People's Hospital. If you don't come over tonight, he will be there tomorrow."

I can’t see him anymore.”

Obviously, Wang Weihang was stunned by these two messages with completely different meanings, and asked in a suspicious tone: "What? What did you say? Wang Yan is in the hospital? Why did he go to the hospital when he was fine? Also, what does it mean?

I won’t be able to see him tomorrow? Gao Lu, please make it clear!”

Gao Lu didn't want to say more: "Do you think he can rent a room with a mosquito when I'm around? It's your choice whether you believe him or me!"

After saying that, he hung up the phone directly.

Wang Yan couldn't help but said angrily: "Gao Lu, why do you always have trouble with me? What happened to me telling lies to prevent them from worrying?"

Gao Lu and Wang Yan looked at each other coldly: "You can lie, but you can't joke about the reputation of mosquitoes! Have you thought about the consequences of this lie? If everyone knows that she has a relationship with you, what kind of looks will she bear?

bombing?"

Wang Yan didn't take it seriously at all: "You haven't had classes these days, so you probably haven't heard about Song Zhiwen pursuing freshman Wang Yan, right?"

Gao Lu's eyebrows suddenly stood up: "Wang Yan, do you want to be shameless? When did Mosquito chase you? Did you deliberately spread this rumor? I really didn't expect that you would say anything in order to gain limelight!"

Gao Lu only knew that Song Zhiwen had a crush on Wang Yan. As for Song Zhiwen's confession to Wang Yan in the hospital, she didn't know much about it.

clear.

After Song Zhiwen was rejected by Wang Yan, she only gave an ambiguous description, and she really didn't know there was such a rumor on campus.

Just like that, hearing Wang Yan's naked "false accusation" immediately made her furious.

Wang Yan didn't bother to explain. Ever since he met Song Zhiwen, he had been in bad luck. First he was violently beaten by Xu Gu, then he was hit in the crotch by a bicycle, and then had milk tea thrown at him. Now, he almost lost his life while eating his last meal.

At that moment, he couldn't help but said angrily: "It took me eight fucking lifetimes to be friends with her! You all get out of here! I get upset just looking at you!"

When had Gao Lu been so ignored? He also yelled: "I'm still upset when I see you! Why do you let us out? Do you run the hospital? You don't have much ability, but you have a bad temper!"

Listening to the quarrel between her best friend and her sweetheart, Song Zhiwen burst into tears again. She pulled Gao Lu and choked with sobs: "Lulu, please stop talking. Wang Yan was so seriously injured and must be in a bad mood. You just

Let him have it once?"

Gao Lu quickly wiped away her tears and comforted her: "Okay, I won't argue with him anymore. Please stop crying."

Song Zhiwen ran to hold Wang Yan's hand again: "Wang Yan, don't be angry. I will call Brother Weihang and the others not to come over..."

"There's no point in beating me now!"

As he said this, Wang Yan shook off Song Zhiwen's hand. Unexpectedly, he used too much force and pulled the wounds on his arm and shoulder, causing him to grin and scream in pain.

"puff!"

Gao Lu, who was extremely angry just now, laughed out loud now.

Wang Yan was too lazy to pay attention to these two fools. He turned his head and looked to the other side.

Song Zhiwen felt distressed and wanted to laugh at the same time. She quickly helped Wang Yan wipe the burst blisters with iodophor and disinfectant.

The next moment, Wang Yan was stung by the potion and screamed again. He quickly turned his head back and begged for mercy: "Sister, can you let me go? Can you stop hurting me?"

Gao Lu immediately felt sorry for her best friend: "How could I be harming you? Didn't the doctor tell me that once the blisters burst and leak water, you must apply anti-inflammatory medicine, otherwise you will get infected!"

Wang Yan was in so much pain that he was no longer in the mood to argue with her, and said weakly: "Don't talk about infection, even if my fucking back is covered with sores, I don't want her to serve me. Please, please, please let me be quiet for a while, okay?"

Why don't you go out for a late-night snack? Just don't let me see it..."

Gao Lu was so angry that she pulled Song Zhiwen up and said displeasedly: "Who cares about you? Come on, Mosquito, let's go out to pick up Auntie!"

Song Zhiwen shook her head: "Lulu, go pick up my mother. If we all leave, there will be no one to accompany him."

Gao Lu sighed and said: "Wang Yan, you don't know how many lifetimes you have cultivated to make mosquitoes like you, but you still don't cherish it?"

Wang Yan is still unforgiving: "It took me eight lifetimes of bad luck to get her to like me!"

Gao Lu wanted to scold him a few more times, but after seeing the pitiful look in her best friend's eyes, she had no choice but to keep silent and walked out of the ward alone.

As fate would have it, Wang Yan and Song Zhiwen were left in the ward, exactly the same as last time.

It's just that Wang Yan was hit in the back of the head last time, and this time... his upper body was covered in burning blisters.

Song Zhiwen didn't know what she thought of, and the corners of her mouth raised slightly, as if she was smiling.

But after seeing the blisters on Wang Yan's back and arms, his happiness suddenly turned into sadness. He gently touched his palm and tears fell down.

Wang Yan couldn't bear to see the girl crying, so he softened his tone and said, "Okay, I'm not angry with you anymore, and you don't cry either."

Song Zhiwen nodded quickly and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with her hands.

"Lulu has such a temper. In fact, she is a very nice person. Please don't be angry with her, okay?"

Seeing that Song Zhiwen was still defending her best friend, Wang Yan sighed slightly. Didn't she have to cultivate blessings for several lifetimes to become Song Zhiwen's best friend?

"Okay, I'm not angry with her anymore."

Only then did Song Zhiwen become truly happy. She arched her eyebrows and asked, "Are you hungry? You haven't eaten anything yet. How about I buy you something?"

Wang Yan looked a little helpless: "I can only endure my hunger. Didn't you listen to the doctor and try to eat as little as possible, otherwise going to the toilet will be a fucking big deal! I'm covered in blisters, can I squat down? That's not possible.

Does it hurt me to death?"

After saying that, Wang Yan said again: "You called me to ask where Wang Weihang is? I'm almost suffocating to death."

Song Zhiwen is anxious

Said: "Then you go...to the toilet? What should I do if I choke?"

Oh my god!

This is so fucking cute!

You can actually tell me what to do if I'm depressed?

The next moment, Song Zhiwen also felt that what she said was too explicit, and her pretty face turned red with embarrassment.

Wang Yan deliberately teased her: "If I am so depressed that I can no longer use it, will you still like me?"

Song Zhiwen's pretty face turned even redder, and she pretended to be angry: "What are you talking about? You...are so young, how could you...hold it...badly?"

In order to ease his embarrassment, Wang Yan asked Song Zhiwen to call to urge him. Unexpectedly, these guys were still staying in the dormitory?

After listening to Song Zhiwen's explanation, Wang Weihang truly believed that Wang Yan was injured and was hospitalized, so he rushed to the hospital in a panic.

"What should I do? Brother Weihang will have to wait for a while before he can arrive..."

Wang Yan said helplessly: "What else can I do? Just hold it in!"

Song Zhiwen hesitated for a moment: "But this is not the solution! Otherwise I..."

Wang Yan smiled: "Can you help me up? I can't bend down, otherwise it will hurt me to death!"

At this moment, Gao Lu came back and said to Song Zhiwen: "I waited at the hospital entrance for a while, but I didn't see my aunt. Why don't you call her again and ask?"

Song Zhiwen's attention was obviously not on whether her mother was here, and she hurriedly said: "Lulu, Wang Yan can't hold it anymore, why don't we try to lift him up?"

People can understand all three urgent needs. Gao Lu nodded without expressing any objection.

Wang Yan didn't want them to help at first, but he couldn't hold it in anymore. When Wang Weihang and others came over, they might even wet their pants. There was no way such a shame and humiliation could happen.

At that moment, I had no choice but to agree to Gao Lu and the others to give it a try.

Under Wang Yan's command, Gao Lu and Song Zhiwen first put his legs on the ground, and then put their hands on his armpits.

Since there was no one to support his abdomen, Wang Yan's waist still bent slightly when he stood up, causing him to moan in pain for a long time.

Seeing Wang Yan in such pain, Gao Lu knew it was wrong to laugh at this time, but she still carried it out to the end.

When the pain subsided a little, Wang Yan looked at her coldly and said displeasedly: "Laugh slowly, don't laugh to death!"

Gao Lu's pretty face became solemn and she rolled her eyes: "Can you care whether I like to laugh or not?"

Wang Yan was not in the mood to pay attention to her, and with Song Zhiwen's support, he staggered to the bathroom.

Wang Yan walked for two minutes over a distance of just a few meters, and even took a break in pain.

Finally, he pushed open the bathroom door. Seeing Song Zhiwen wanting to go in together, Gao Lu quickly stopped her and said, "What are you doing? You can't help him below."

Song Zhiwen also knew that she was not suitable to go in, but she was worried about Wang Yan's injury and hesitated for a while.

Gao Lu asked: "Wang Yan, you can do it alone, right?"

Wang Yan closed the bathroom door with his foot and said calmly: "A man can never say no at any time."

He spoke easily, but his stiff hands hurt so much that he couldn't even undo his belt, let alone unzip it.

Even though he endured severe pain, he could only barely bring his hands together in front of his belt, but his fingers were like iron rods, refusing to obey his orders no matter what. The pain had already deprived him of the right to command.

Wang Yan closed his eyes, holding back the urge to urinate, and kept comforting himself in his heart not to be in a hurry...don't be in a hurry.

But this matter was far from being solved by calmness. After struggling for another minute, he still couldn't untie his belt smoothly.

Listening to the wails coming from inside, Song Zhiwen looked hesitant, thinking that if he hadn't given her the jacket, he wouldn't have suffered so much.

Finally her determination overcame her hesitation, she no longer listened to Gao Lu's dissuasion, opened the door and walked into the bathroom.

Without looking at Wang Yan's surprised face, he bent down and helped him untie his belt.

I don’t know why, after doing such an extremely embarrassing thing, Song Zhiwen’s face didn’t turn red!

Perhaps in her perception, in this case, untying Wang Yan's belt was the same as untying her own, and there was no difference.

Hear her ask gently: "Is this... okay?"

Wang Yan's face was not the least bit thick. He first locked the door and then said with a smile: "If I say no, can you do me a little favor?"

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