Celebrity ex-girlfriend got revenge on me

Chapter 319

Sage Kitahara opened his eyes in a daze, and what he saw was the white ceiling and dazzling lights of the hospital. His face was wet, as if something had been pasted on it.

Kuriyama Mizuho, ​​who was waiting by the hospital bed, saw that the patient had woken up, and quickly explained: "You are in the intensive care unit of the hospital."

The Beiyuan sage who just woke up was stunned, his mind was a little confused, intensive care unit?What's the meaning!
At the same time, he heard Takanashi Xufeng asking about his condition in the corridor outside.

"Doctor, how is the situation?"

"The boy had a cold and a cold, and his left arm was dislocated. After manual reset, it is recommended to put on a plaster to restore it; the girl had a high fever of 39 degrees and a slight ankle sprain."

The sage of Beiyuan regained his composure, and his mood relaxed a lot. His condition was not worse than what he had expected, but if he dislocated, he would be dislocated. Why did he put him in the intensive care unit!Isn't this scaring people! Chiharu Tsurumi, who is not short of money, is making a fuss again.

His lips moved and his voice was hoarse and he asked, "What's on my face?"

"Assistant Fukada's black mask, she is worried that someone will recognize us and secretly take pictures of your face."

Kitahara sage was speechless, and turned to look at Kuriyama who was wearing a mask.

"How long has it been?"

"You've been asleep for two hours in the hospital."

Kitahara sage nodded in understanding.

Seeing that he finished asking about the matter, Mizuho Kuriyama touched her hair in great confusion. Kitahara reminded her that during this period, don't tell his sister about big and small things, which will affect Haiji's travel outside, but now he is hospitalized. Do you want to tell Hai Ji?

She has been staying here with the bed, just waiting for Bei Yuan to wake up and ask about this matter.

"That," Kuriyama Mizuho asked tentatively, "Do you want to tell Kaiji? Let her come to see you."

The sage of Beiyuan was speechless for a while, and stopped him: "It's not that I'm going to die, I'm living a good life now, why did you ask her to travel thousands of miles to see me. Don't tell her."

"Oh," Kuriyama Mizuho glanced outside the door, "What's your mobile phone password, and I'll reply to text messages for you?"

The sage of Beiyuan said "hmm", anyway, Li Shan knew all about his previous mess.Now he is hanging on the bottle with one hand, and the other is dislocated, so it is really troublesome to answer text messages.

"1937524680by."

Kuriyama Mizuho was stunned for a moment, and said quickly: "Wait! I'll find a pen and write it down in my hand. Why is your password so complicated? Why didn't you use your fingerprint to unlock it?"

Kitahara sage is silent, of course, to deal with a certain thief who likes to steal his mobile phone, and the password is regular, but Kuriyama's stupid brain didn't notice that's all.

After entering the password, Mizuho Kuriyama followed the words that Kitahara taught her, fooled the little naughty boy's message, and helped Kitahara to sit up, and she looked outside the door again.

"I'm leaving first. Chiharu Tsurumi contacted the most famous orthopedic surgeon in Yamagata Prefecture, and he will come to reset your arm later."

Beiyuan Xianren nodded, understanding in his heart, considering his hidden identity, it was inconvenient for them to stay in crowded places.

Not long after, the door of the intensive care unit was pushed open again.

The middle-aged male doctor with poor hair came into the room with a young assistant. When he saw the Kitahara sage who was not only wearing a black mask, but also sat on the hospital bed with energy, he was obviously stunned for a moment, with strange eyes.He has seen a patient with a mask, but a patient with a dislocated arm who still insists on sitting on a bed in the intensive care unit and wearing a black mask. This is the first time his eyes have been opened.

Kitahara sage said "Hello".

The most authoritative veteran orthopedic doctor in Yamagata Prefecture resisted the strange feeling, put his hand on Kitahara's left arm, asked a few words, and started directly without saying much.

I didn't see how complicated his operation was. He lifted and pushed one end, and while the sage of Beiyuan was not paying attention, there was a soft click, and the old orthopedic doctor called his young assistant to massage the patient, smoothing the tendons and gently massaging.

"It's not serious. The plaster cast will be removed in the hospital after five weeks."

After instructing a few precautions, the two doctors left with the medicine box in hand for no more than 15 minutes.The Kitahara sage tapped the plaster suspiciously, is this the end?It's too fast.

It doesn't seem like a serious injury.

He moved back under the quilt little by little, glanced at the half-remaining glucose bottle, closed his eyes, and simply fell asleep again.

When he woke up again, he opened his eyes and found that the ward had been changed.

It is a double ward, and the two beds are separated by white curtains. The room is very quiet, and it is already late at night.

He guessed that the patient lying next door was Bai's classmate?
The sage of Beiyuan moved and sat up, took a nap, and now he is much more energetic. Before, he was starving and fell into a coma with hypoglycemia. He hung up the glucose drip and normal saline in time, although he was still a little weak and couldn't exert much strength. , but his mental strength has recovered a lot.

It was a rare trip during the summer vacation, and ended up heading straight into the hospital. What else could the wise man of Beiyuan say?

"The plaster is on, and the cold is gone. There is nothing serious. I should be able to leave the hospital during the day." He doesn't like the pungent smell of hydrogen peroxide disinfectant, and it is even more uncomfortable to be tied to the hospital bed. If he can be discharged quickly, that is Better yet.

There was a sound of turning over on the bed next door. He turned his head to look, and through the white curtains, he could vaguely see a wriggling figure.

The patient next door had already woken up, and now his back was facing him.

It may be that the accident happened too fast, the process was too embarrassing to talk about, and the meeting after the end was too abrupt, and it was too late to figure out how to get along with each other from now on. Even if they are in the same room, it is difficult for two people to speak.

The Kitahara sage counted that half of the whole bottle of glucose was almost dripped, and then he heard the patient next door suddenly whispered: "Your left hand may leave sequelae, which will affect playing the guitar in the future."

The sage of Beiyuan looked over, under the current situation, what can he say more, let's say "nothing" for the time being.

He has already prepared for the bad mentality. Although he has learned to love musical instruments all his life, if the root cause of the disease is left, it is destined to affect the upper limit of the future, but the impact, where can it affect it?Playing, it must still be able to play, it is nothing more than not reaching the pinnacle of the impossibility, so thinking about it in this way will have no effect at all.

"I'm sorry." The man next door whispered.

The sage of Beiyuan was speechless. The "I'm sorry" this time should be said by her sincere introspection.

He looked down at himself lying on the hospital bed, and his left arm in plaster, but the price was a little too big, wasn't it?

He didn't respond, and accepted her apology with peace of mind.

After a while, the sage of Beiyuan turned his head and asked, "Is the fever gone?"

"The fever has subsided."

He turned around, and was not used to it for a while. Classmate Bai answered him with such a serious attitude. In the past, that guy would not even say "um".

The sage of Beiyuan felt novelty after savoring it carefully, and asked again: "Can you get up? Pull out the needle for me."

He was really tired of being imprisoned on the hospital bed, his butt hurt from sitting, even if he got out of bed and took a few steps, anyway, it was his hand that was injured, and his legs and feet were very healthy.

With a swipe, the white curtains were pulled open, and Kashiwa Moyou, who had just recovered from the fever, looked a little haggard, wearing a blue and white checked hospital gown, and sat listlessly on the side of the bed.She also had a plaster cast on her left ankle.

Seeing that the sage of Beiyuan actually put on a black mask, she was obviously stunned for a moment, and immediately figured out why.

She reminded: "You have half a bottle of glucose left, just wait."

"It's okay, just pull it out now, I'll go find something to eat." Kitahara Kento gestured to the small pulley on the infusion tube.

Bai Mumo nodded, raised his hand and slid the switch clip to the tightest position, then pressed the needle with one hand in a manner, and gently tore off the tape with the other hand, and then quickly pulled out the needle, leaving no room for his hand Beiyuan pressed the back of his hand for a while.

The chain that tied his hands was finally untied, Kitahara Kento stood up impatiently, and took a few steps away from the hospital bed, only then did he notice that Kashiwagi Moyou's left foot was also cast, which was different from his, only half-wrapped.

He asked in surprise, "I still need a plaster cast for a slight sprained ankle? Wouldn't it be fine to rest for two days?"

Baimu Moyou couldn't express her suffering, and she felt very helpless. She became like this after waking up. Now she doesn't even have a cane, and she can't even walk on the ground.

The Kitahara sage was speechless, and it must be Chiharu Tsurumi, who is not short of money, making a fuss over a molehill.

He turned around and rummaged through the cabinets. As expected, the thoughtful Assistant Fukada had prepared chocolates and other snacks in the cabinet. He grabbed a handful and threw them on the bed, pointing to Kashiwagi with his eyes.

Although he can walk on the ground, but such a difficult task as tearing off the package, he still has to rely on his classmates with sound hands.

Baimu Moyou had no appetite, so he nibbled on chocolate with relish, and after eating three, he handed Baimu a bottle of mineral water, and after asking her to unscrew it, he drank half of the bottle in one gulp.

Half full and full, he couldn't be idle now. The sage of Beiyuan glanced around the ward and asked, "Do you want to go downstairs to get some air? I'll find you a wheelchair."

"Okay!" Baimu Moyou replied without thinking.She was tired of lying down for a long time, and she didn't want to stay in this hot and smelly ward for a moment!

Neither of them is timid and afraid of getting into trouble, so they leave as soon as they say it.

Kitahara Kento ran to the corridor, pulled a wheelchair, asked Kashiwagi Moyu to sit on it, asked her to put on a hat and mask, and left a note on the hospital bed. He pushed behind, and the two headed towards the elevator. .

One had a cast on his foot and was sitting in a wheelchair, while the other had a cast on his hands and a black mask.When the patient I met in the corridor saw the two of them, their eyes were a little silly. In the middle of the night, what did this pair of "disabled people" want to do?

(End of this chapter)