Ding Yi's driving skills are very good, it would have taken at least an hour to drive from the suburbs to the nearest hospital, but Ding Yi took half an hour.

When she arrived at the hospital, Shen Yuan immediately drew blood and transfused blood to her brother. According to her request, I pumped two small bags full of 400ml.

Wang Ge was still unconscious, resting quietly on the hospital bed. Two blood bags hung above the bed, and blood dripped from the hose and flowed into his body.

Soon, a bag of blood was transfused.

The medical staff glanced at the blood pressure on the monitor, and said to Shen Yuan, who was accompanying Wang Ge's bedside: "Don't worry, your brother's blood pressure is normal, and he is out of danger." ”

"Go back and rest for a few days, eat some blood-replenishing food, and you will be able to recover soon. ”

"Thank you, doctor. Shen Yuan's tone of voice was weak, and her face was visibly pale.

After waiting for almost an hour, when the second bag of plasma was almost finished, Wang Ge finally woke up leisurely.

With Ding Yi's support, he staggered out of the hospital like a seventy or eighty-year-old lady.

During this period, Wang Ge did not ask Ding Yi what blood type he was. In fact, he never knew what blood type he was. I just thought it was a very common blood type, and the blood transfused was also a blood bag from the hospital, so I didn't ask much.

In addition, Shen Yu specially asked Ding Yi and Huayu not to tell Wang Ge that he had a special blood type, and this matter was concealed.

The next morning, Wang Ge slept until ten o'clock very rarely.

Normally, he wakes up at half past five in the morning. Tang Yurou will come to call him to go for a morning run at this point. After insisting on morning running for two months, his biological clock has changed, and he doesn't need Tang Yurou to call or set an alarm clock, and he will wake up on time at five o'clock every morning.

There was a knock on the door.

"Wang Ge, are you awake?" was Tang Yurou's voice.

Today she spoke in a softer tone, and her voice was not as loud as before. In the past, if it was half past five and Wang Ge hadn't gotten up yet, Tang Yurou would directly kick in the door, put a basin of cold water in the bathroom, and pour it directly on his head.

This is the special training method of the devil coach Tang Yurou, the students are lazy and don't get up, and they serve directly with cold water! After experiencing a cold water watering, Wang Ge has a long memory, and he has never been in bed again. Without waiting for Tang Yurou to shout, he had already put on sweatpants and sneakers, and was ready to go out.

"I just woke up, can I not run in the morning today, my legs are weak, I can't stand up!" Wang Ge pleaded weakly.

"Don't worry, I'm not here to tell you to go for a morning run, can I come in?"

It's not like a morning run, Wang Ge breathed a sigh of relief, "Come in." ”

Squeak, Tang Yurou held a bowl of hot porridge in her hand and pushed the door in. Chen Wei's "Wang Ge's Strategy" wrote that when Wang Ge is sick, he must be given considerate care, which will improve his favorability.

For this reason, she went to the kitchen in the morning to make porridge for Wang Ge to drink.

But the kitchen of the old house was a little different from what she imagined. There are no gas stoves, no induction cookers, not even rice cookers. There is only an old stove, and there is some wood that has been chopped next to the stove, and you have to make your own fire to cook!

"Song of the Dead King, Song of the Stinky King, it's really a slam on the door, and I can't even afford to buy household appliances!"

While cursing in her mouth, Tang Yurou tried to find a way to make a fire.

Because it was the first time she had lit a fire, she was not very experienced, and she only saw smoke coming out of the sticks, but she could not see the flames. She was in a hurry, so she simply blew the smoking matchstick.

Suddenly, the sparks flew wildly, and the fire rose all at once, almost not burning her eyes.

Huh~ How can there be a burnt smell, like something is burning, Tang Yurou sniffed hard, looking for the source of the burnt smell.

Could it be that her hair is on fire!!!

After looking through it carefully, she finally breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately, it wasn't her hair that caught fire. Where did the burnt smell come from, she couldn't figure it out.

One person makes fire, and one person makes porridge. After two or three hours of busy work and several pots of tables, Chef Tang finally produced a bowl of black rice porridge that could barely be drunk.

"Where did you get the black rice, I remember I didn't buy it?" Wang Ge looked at the black rice porridge in Tang Yurou's hand, and a bad premonition suddenly rose in his heart.

Can you eat this thing?

"You're blind!" Tang Yurou, who originally wanted to pretend to be gentle, suddenly became irritable again, "Isn't this white rice porridge?"

Saying that, in order to prove that she was boiling white rice porridge, she also stirred a few times in the porridge with a spoon, and showed Wang Ge the white rice hidden under the black porridge soup.

"Also, it's really white rice porridge!" Wang Ge swallowed his saliva with difficulty, and asked cautiously, "Boiled it for me?"

"Of course it is!" Tang Yurou regained a bright smile on her face.

Looking at Tang Yurou, whose face was covered with black and ash, Wang Ge's nose was sour, and he was suddenly a little moved. This is the first time that someone has boiled porridge for him to drink when he is sick.

But what's going on with her eyebrows? Why is half of her eyebrows gone?

"Come, Miss Ben will feed you herself, don't be too moved!" Tang Yurou sat on the edge of Wang Ge's bed, scooped up a mouthful of porridge, put it to her mouth and blew it gently, and handed it to Wang Ge's mouth.

"Be careful. ”

Grunt, very loud sound of swallowing saliva. Wang Ge was a little nervous, took a small sip, and immediately had a surprised expression on his face, and praised: "It's so delicious!

"Really?" Tang Yurou didn't look very confident in her porridge. Delicious is naturally delicious, but it doesn't reach the level of "really delicious".

"Really, really!" Wang Ge nodded like a chicken pecking rice.

Tang Yurou believed it completely, scooped up another spoonful of porridge and handed it to Wang Ge's mouth, and earnestly instructed: "Then you have to drink it all!"

Gollum, another sound of hard swallowing, he was not very confident that he would be able to finish the bowl with a smile on his face.

If there is a trace of pain on his face on the way to drink porridge, he will definitely be beaten to death by Tang Yurou on the spot and punching him to death!

Help! Who will save me? Wang Ge cried out for help in his heart.

I didn't listen, I drank the black rice porridge one by one, and I wanted to show that I like to drink it very much.

There was a knock on the door again.

Tang Yurou panicked suddenly, the bowl in her hand shook violently, and the rice soup almost spilled.

"Don't say I've been here. ”

Tang Yurou put the porridge bowl on the table, looked around a little panickedly, and finally hid under Wang Ge's bed.

"Hey, hey, hey, what are you hiding?" Wang Ge leaned on the edge of the bed and asked Tang Yurou under the bed in a low voice.

"Shut up!" Tang Yurou spoke in a small voice, but her expression was fierce.

"Wang Ge, I made you something to eat, is it convenient to come in?"

It was Zhu Qing's voice.

"Please come in!"

Zhu Qing entered the room with a plate on which was a beautifully made sandwich. Judging by the sandwich, there should be tomato slices, cucumber slices, and cheese slices inside, which looks delicious. At the same time, she also held a cup of hot soy milk in her other hand.

Zhu Qing came to the kitchen and wanted to make breakfast for Wang Ge. But she didn't know how to make a fire, so she made some sandwiches with the leftover toast and vegetables she ate yesterday. In addition, I brewed a cup of soy milk with boiling water in a tea bottle and sent it with a sandwich.

"Who made this black rice porridge?" Zhu Qing noticed that there was a bowl of porridge on the table, which was still hot.

"Ahh......h Tang Yurou didn't seem to want to know that she had boiled porridge for herself.

He hurriedly changed his words and said, "It's boiled by Linlang, it's delicious!"

"Linlang is amazing!" Zhu Qing praised: "I don't even know how to use that stove! I didn't expect her to be a foreign girl who can use it, I'm really stupid." ”

"yes, yes! Cold sweat flowed from Wang Ge's forehead. He hurriedly changed the topic, looked at the sandwich in Zhu Qing's hand, and asked, "Is this for me?"

"Of course. Zhu Qing came to Wang Ge's bedside with breakfast, "I'll feed you." ”

"I can do it myself. Wang Ge wanted to eat by himself, and reached out to take the plate in Zhu Qing's hand. But suddenly I found that my hands were shaking all the time, shaking like chicken feet.

I lost too much blood, my body was still a little weak, and I couldn't hold a plate steadily.

Zhu Qing chuckled: "I'll feed you." ”

Knock knock!

Halfway through the sandwich, there was another knock on the door.

Who is this?

"Dead pervert, are you hungry? I ordered you a takeout for breakfast!"

It's the voice of a little goblin.

The door was open, and Wang Ge didn't close the door just now, and the little demon walked in directly with a takeaway bag.

"Ah, it looks like someone already has something to eat. The little demon smiled awkwardly and turned to leave, "Then I'll eat it myself, so I won't disturb you." ”