To show his sincerity to visit the disease, Xu Qiulai specially bought a bouquet of flowers worth more than 50 yuan in the supermarket downstairs of the hospital.

Since her family went bankrupt, she has never paid for such unscrupulous things. And when she took out the money, she didn't feel any pain. It can be seen that Lu Li is indeed different from others in her heart.

The elevator floor was getting higher and higher. Qiu Lai asked carefully, "Professor, have you made a mistake? Going up further is the ICU ICU ICU intensive care unit..."

"That's right." Professor He looked embarrassed and couldn't help defending his grandson: "ICU has an air purification system, and there are too many germs outside, which is not conducive to the recovery of pneumonia."

Needless to say, Lu Li must have been reluctant to come out in the intensive care unit, feeling that the viruses in the world want to murder him. Xu Qiulai understood it.

The incandescent lamp is on 24 hours a day, and they live in patients who are either dying or unconscious on weekdays. The atmosphere is cold and heavy. It is a place where money is like flowing water. Normal people don’t want to stay for a day, but they just come across Lu Li, and the style of painting is different. Two young nurses who sent 24 hours to monitor his body temperature, blood pressure, and heartbeat have nothing to do, and they rush to help him change the drip and do atomize, trying to find the value of his work.

When she bought flowers, she didn't know that Lu Li was in the intensive care unit. Now she could only confirm with the nurse at the door: "Sister, can I bring this flower in?"

"No, in principle, you can only use cups, tissues and other daily necessities." The nurse replied with a smile.

Why, in principle, because Lu Li brought the computer in herself, she met a living ICU for the first time since she became a nurse and could play with the computer every day.

Xu Qiulai was not like Lu Li. She said she would not let her take her, so she planned to transfer the flowers to the young lady at the nurse station. Professor He had already pushed the door open. As soon as the door opened, Lu Li heard Qiulai's voice vaguely outside the ward.

At first, I thought it was because I was thinking of hallucinations day and night, but Lu Li gave up and fell into the bed lazily, and said to the old man: "I don't need anyone to take care of you. Professor He, you can read books and drink tea at home. Don't run to me all day. If you are tired, I'm so furious."

"I don't want to come yet, but your grandmother drove me out." Professor He looked at his watch, "I'll order the order. The food I ordered is coming soon. I'll go back after you finish eating. You can eat it quickly and don't worry the old man. Oh, and your junior sister Xu Qiulai, classmate. I met her on the road, so I brought her together."

Lu Li was shocked: "Why didn't you say it earlier?"

Professor He watched his grandson suddenly become energetic. His appearance of death for a week disappeared. He quickly got out of bed, stepped on his slippers, grabbed two handfuls of hair, put away the computer, and hurriedly gave him the entire bed.

Professor He originally thought that his grandson loved his face and did not want to show his bad mental outlook. He felt very comforted. He was really his grandson.

Unexpectedly, Lu Li thought about it, and somehow he turned his mind. He walked to the door and actually went back to the hospital bed, pulled up the quilt, and lay back weakly.

Professor He was stunned, "What are you doing Li Li?"

Lu Li answered his question with a cough. Xu Qiu came into the door and heard that he was coughing so hard. He was shocked and quickly put down his bag and poured water for him. He picked up the cup and found that Professor He had fed the pear water to Lu Li's mouth.

As a treatment like a little emperor, Xu Qiulai drank the mineral water he poured awkwardly, pulled a chair and sat on the head of the bed to greet him: "Shen Lu, are you in good health?"

"Not very good." Lu Li waved his hand, "I'm dizzy and have a low fever all day long. I just heard you bring something?"

"Oh, I bought a bouquet of flowers downstairs, but the nurse said ICU could not be brought in, so I gave it to the nurse to stand."

Lu Li thought about asking them to get the flowers back later, but his face was not revealed.

When the pre-determined hospital meal was delivered, Xu Qiulai took the lead this time and quickly helped him set up a small table. He opened the food boxes and handed the chopsticks on himself.

Seeing that Lu Li hadn't answered for a long time, she explained: "I washed my hands."

Lu Li was either concerned about whether she was washing her hands or not, or she couldn't eat for several days, and she felt depressed and had no appetite when she smelled the smell. But these were the chopsticks handed over by Xu Qiulai. The desire to be cared for by her lover was greater than the persistence of not wanting to eat.

"It's all for two people, eat together. You shouldn't have eaten now when you come from school."

Xu Qiulai was embarrassed to explain that he came from his studio, "It's better to eat with the professor."

"He has eaten." Lu Li refused in one bite and stuffed another pair of chopsticks into her hand. "Grandpa, I'll clean up myself later. You can go back and hand in the office first."

Professor He, who was answered by the representative, said he was speechless and asked Qiutian a few more questions before leaving, and told Xu Qiu to take his sister to play at home. He couldn't find any other words, so he had to slip out of the ward in shame.

While walking, he thought a little sadly that Li Li had not stuffed chopsticks into his hand until he was over 70 years old. Although he had eaten it, if his grandson invited him to eat it again, he would definitely be happy. Professor He could see that when his children and grandchildren grew up, he would not stay. Even a boy like Li Li, who was ignorant of the charm, would have a day when he had just started to fall in love.

As soon as the professor left, autumn came much more relaxed, at least he didn't have to speak properly anymore.

"This room is quite cold," Xu Qiulai stroked the bumps on his arm and looked around the ward. "Lu Shen, why do you want to live here? This place lives in unconscious patients. Think about the fact that you have been lying in a car accident in the bed, and patients with advanced cerebral hemorrhage cancer or other patients."

Qiulai's mother lived in ICU for more than ten days before her death, and she did not leave any good impression of this place.

After saying this, Lu Li suddenly felt that he was creeping, as if he was on his back, and he couldn't even lie down. "Actually, I felt much better after lying for so many days. Now I can be transferred to the general ward, nurse--"

Half an hour later, the emergency department thanked God to see Lu Li away, and was freed up a new bed.

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Probably Professor He revealed that Lu Li was sick when he went to the studio. After get off work that day, Lu Li's subordinates finished work overtime that day and rushed to the ward to visit him.

At that time, Xu Qiulai is still peeling apples for Lu Li.

She suddenly saw so many ancient gods who were only known during her adolescence at one time. She couldn't control her heart. People always had the instinct of admiring the strong. In addition to this instinct, Xu Qiulai also had a kind of excitement of eagerness and desire to compete with others. She was particularly curious whether it was the Internet mythology that made them capable, or whether they were indeed so powerful.

I asked each one politely, introduced myself, and seized the time to discuss several technical issues with them. She was beautiful and sweet-mouthed, and soon she got along with everyone and even exchanged contact information.

Since Lu Li came in, he lost his presence and breathed to his throat, making his lungs hurt: "I suspect you are not here to visit the disease, but to test my bottom line of tolerance. I have talked so much, have the project finished? I can't breathe too many people, so I can't breathe, so I go out a few first."

As soon as these words came out, the programmers started their favor-competition performance in order to stay. Some people washed bottles and arranged flowers, some wiped the table and mopped the floor, and even the fruit knife in Xu Qiulai's hand was snatched away. He said, "Be careful to cut it, and I will help you with my sister."

When Lu Li heard this, he was so angry that he couldn't breathe. His internal organs were holding and hurting. He waved to the man with difficulty: "You go out quickly, I can't help it."

Can't help but what?

He wanted to ask, but when he saw the boss's dark and unkind eyes, he wisely chose to hold the problem in his stomach.

Qiu Tian also had pneumonia when she was a child. Qiu Lai patted his back like she was taking care of her sister and helped him to relieve his anger. "Why do I go and call the nurse to help you with atomization?"

"Don't do it!" Lu Li pulled her wrist and brought the person back, realizing that his reaction was too intense, he explained, "It's just done it."

He used up the share twice a day in the morning.

Lu Li's back was straight, and he leaned toward wherever Xu Qiulai's slap was. Qiulai thought he wanted to cough, so he could only help him to relieve his anger. After Lu Li coughed, tears in the corners of his eyes, cheeks were bright red, and his nose was straight. His cold and disgusting face, which was usually cold and disgusting, made her heart rippling.

Lu Li's hair was standing up after being photographed. He never thought that there was such a thing in the world. Such a simple contact could make people's hearts swell and blood flow backwards. Sometimes it was like limbs and bones soaked in warm water, sometimes it was like a breeze blowing in the dog days. It was so happy!

It is more effective than doing atomization. Lu Li thinks that Xu Qiulai can be discharged directly after staying in the hospital for two days.

Among a group of straight male programmers, there was a girl who had talked about several girlfriends. He switched to Lu Li's studio for less than half a year. He didn't know his previous bad behaviors in treating girls and had no preconceived prejudice against him. After staying in the ward for a while, he noticed the clues.

Although Lu Shen introduced Qiulai as his junior sister, his attitude was clearly like a puppy protecting food. He was so anxious that she said a few more words to others. Seeing Xu Qiulai was still talking to others, he spoke out of survival instinct, "Actually, if you have any questions, why don't you ask Lu Shen? If we have trouble, we will always find him."

Xu Qiulai was a little surprised when he heard this. Lu Li was only 23 years old this year. So many experienced big shots asked him?

Lu Li looked at Qiu Lai's surprised eyes and his eyebrows finally stretched out particularly proudly.

The man understood that this fart was indeed slapped on the horse's butt. After sitting for a few minutes, he found other excuses and called the others back together, leaving room for the two of them to get along.

Everyone left the fruit basket and flowers, stood up reluctantly and said goodbye, "Shen Lu, you should cultivate well, be discharged from the hospital quickly, we will see you next time."

Lu Li waved his hand, but thought to himself that he would not come again, the guys who were looking at him.

After laughing and making fun, Lu Li felt that the atmosphere had finally laid out almost the foundation, so he invited Qiu to the small garden downstairs for a walk.

He has been doing psychological construction for himself over and over again, how to speak.

Just straightforward: What kind of boyfriend do you want to find?

No, no, too direct.

Indirectly: What is your ideal type?

It seems a bit old-fashioned.

Do you think I am fine? Do you want to fall in love with me? Can you like me?

They are too reckless and have no room for anything. If Xu Qiu came to refuse, how would they get along in the future?

Lu Li was internally injured, "on how to confess his love to girls" is much more difficult than "on how to find the fun of W language". Easy words are not enough to support his pure and flawless emotional appeals.

So he said after a long time of delay, "Where did you write about the system of that educational institution? I have nothing to do in the hospital all day, so I will write for you the rest."

Yes, Lu Li's way of expressing love is to help others do their homework, and he thinks he is already very straightforward.

If those people in his studio know that he is throwing his own projects and helping others write such a low-level and boring AO system, he will be crying to death.
Chapter completed!