Hang Ningdai shook her head. "No, I’m not tired. I don’t do anything all day. And I’m a girl. I’m always more careful than you in taking care of people. I’ll do it. "
Han Xilang twisted his eyebrows and didn’t talk. He didn’t trust Ximing to the nurse to take care of him.
"Uh …"
Han Xilang raised his hand to hold his forehead slightly uncomfortable.
Hang Ningdai looked up at him. "Brother Dabao, are you uncomfortable?"
Their twins can’t explain the place by common sense. Hang Ningdai has seen it many times since childhood. At this moment, Han Ximing can’t pour Han Xilang without feeling at all.
Han Han Xilang twisted his eyebrows and nodded "a little"
"Then you go to rest! Just lie down on the sofa. "
Section 53
"Well …"
Han Xilang promised to lie on the sofa and suddenly remembered that one night not long ago, he seemed to have had a nightmare, and when he woke up, his heart ached a lot, but what he dreamed was a gain.
He thought it was an ordinary nightmare, but now that I think about it, I’m afraid he and Ximing have had Ximing. What have they experienced outside these days? Recalling the feeling that his heart ached, Han Xilang was worried about his younger brother.
Hang Ningdai took care of Han Ximing all night. When it was almost dawn, Han Xilang got up and touched his brother’s forehead. He didn’t feel as hot as last night. He felt much better. He wanted to come to Ximing and things were getting better.
"Ningdai" Han Xilang looked up at Hangningdai.
Hang Ningdai is crushing the medicine given by the doctor. Han Ximing is sleepy and can’t open his mouth. The doctor told me that it is possible to crush the medicine into powder and feed it in water, otherwise it will easily block the trachea. That’s what Hang Ningdai did last night.
"Huh?" Hang Ningdai was so busy that Han Xilang didn’t look up. "I’ll feed Brother Xiaobao’s medicine first … Don’t worry too much. He’s much better. His temperature is 3℃."
She carefully took a spoon and fed a spoonful of chemicals into Han Ximing’s mouth. There was not a drop missing. It was obvious that Han Xilang was careful and patient. He went over and put his arm around Hang Ningdai. "Thank you, Ning Dai."
"Huh?" Hang Ningdai looked up at his eyebrow eye curved smile "Dabao brother be silly? Talk to me like that … What about you? Feeling better? "
"Well," Han Xilang promised to stare at the sleeping Han Ximing. "Ximing must have met something big."
Hang Ningdai wondered, "What do you mean?"
Han Xilang shook his head. "I don’t know if I’m so sad and want to cry now … I already have you and I’m not sad. It’s Ximing Ximing who wants to cry …"
The sea breeze blew in from the window, and the morning light was projected on Han Ximing’s face. Hang Ningdai turned around and hugged Han Xilang, patting his back softly and comforting. "Brother Xiaobao is no ordinary person!"
Chapter 2: Our early integration
Han Ximing is sweating a lot. Now that the temperature has dropped, it is natural to change his dirty clothes.
Because he has burned his limbs and his back skin, although he can get first-class care, no matter how good he is, he is not as intimate as himself. For Han Xilang, Han Ximing’s injury is just like his own injury.
Han Xilang sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled out his arm to hold Han Ximing up. He told Hang Ningdai, "Be careful, Ning Dai, please be careful if you come or not."
Growing up with them, Hang Ningdai naturally knows that for Han Xilang, Han Ximing is his doppelganger, and how much he loves himself, how much he loves Han Ximing. Both lives are tied together from the moment of birth.
"Well," Hang Ningdai nodded and walked over and carefully took off his clothes for Han Ximing.
Han Ximing’s body burns are not light. The doctor took the medicine last night, but after a night of high fever and sweating, the clothes are stuck to the skin, and the slightest movement will pull the fragile skin and blood will seep out.
Han Xilang immediately frowned at this situation and lost control and shouted at Hang Ningdai, "What are you doing? Easy! " ——
He seldom treats her so harshly. Once or twice, Hang Ningdai will go back, but this time she doesn’t have her. Although she is young, she knows that Xiaobao’s brother is different. Hang Ningdai doesn’t feel wronged and distressed.
"Oh, I’m sorry, I’ll be gentle …"
Hang Ningdai tried a piece of clothing and couldn’t pull it. Han Xilang was also anxious to see this situation. His eyebrows were locked and he didn’t let go for a moment. One or two sighs escaped from time to time. Han Xilang couldn’t stand it after seeing the blood oozing out.
He slammed his arm on the bed and growled, "Damn it!"
Big brother, he can’t do anything now!
"Brother Dabao, don’t worry. I’ll find a way. I’ll find a way. You can’t force me to find a way!"
Hang Ningdai also hurried up and walked over to take out the medicine cabinet, took out the disinfectant bottle from the inside and screwed the cover. Han Xilang looked up at her in confusion. "What are you doing?"
"Brother Dabao, this is a disinfectant. If you soak your clothes and take them off, it can diminish inflammation, relieve pain and stop bleeding."
Hangningdai holding a medicine bottle explained
"… good" Han Xilang twist eyebrow white her meaning but this potion is irritating, he could not bear to don’t face down his voice "you slow down … don’t be hard"
"Well" Hang Ningdai nodded "I know"
Hang Ningdai rolled up her long hair and sleeves, and the smell of pungent disinfectant jumped out. She quietly cleaned up the place where Han Ximing was stuck by the wound a little and carefully.
The wound hasn’t been pulled again, but the potion is very stimulating to penetrate into the burned skin. Han Ximing frowned and snorted in a lethargy. "Uh …"
"Ximing!" Han Xilang heart a clench hand closed tighter frame brother leaned against his ear low calling his nickname "small treasure is ok! Brother in a little pain to endure for a while-"
Hang Ningdai looked up at the two brothers and their eyes got a little wet unconsciously.
In a family like theirs, it is easy to have many brothers and sisters because of family wealth and inheritance, but her brothers are really like brothers. Isn’t she glad? What about not moving?
With a sniff, Hang Ningdai’s hands became lighter and lighter, and it was already tiring to take off her clothes for Han Ximing. She raised her hand and wiped it, then cleaned the wound, changed medicine and changed clothes.
"Well …"
Han Ximing suddenly had a reaction, frowning and humming.
"Xiao Bao?" Han Xilang looked at his brother and asked, "Are you awake? Is it very painful? "
Didn’t get an answer Han Ximing actually didn’t wake up at all.
"Xiao Bao, Xiao Bao?" Han Xilang tried to shout several times for his younger brother Han Ximing. Finally, there was movement again. Han Xilang didn’t catch the word escape from his throat.
"What did he say?" Han Xilang wondered to ask Hang Ningdai.
"Hmm …" Hang Ningdai was surprised and uncertain and returned to "It seems to be … colored glass?"
"Glass?" Han Xilang surprised increasingly not white "coloured glaze is what thing? Is that glazed tile glazed? What do you mean? "