That was the first time Meng Yu suffered a setback.

Maybe it was the first time that was special, so he could never forget it in his heart.

I always want to compete with Qiao Lian again.

Of course there are other things...

He didn't want to see such a talented person ruined like this.

-

Chu Zheng sent Qiao Lian to the hospital.

The doctor gave him a test very quickly.

"His hand has been injured before..." The doctor came out and said to Chu Zheng: "If you send it later, it may be useless."

Chu Zheng leaned against the wall, and her vest was against the cold wall.

"Use the best technique to treat him."

The doctor sighed, without guarantee: "Let's try."

After Chu Zheng finished chatting with the doctor, she pushed open the door of the ward and went in.

Qiao Lian was lying on the bed with a pale face, her eyes closed and her forehead was still covered with sweat.

Chu Zheng's fingertips pushed away the broken hair in front of Qiao Lan's forehead, revealing his smooth and plump forehead.

Chu Zheng's palm fell between his hair, and did not move it away, and just kept it quietly.

Qiao Lian slept for a long time, and when she woke up, it was already night.

He looked sideways and saw Chu Zheng, holding his forehead with one hand and putting the other hand on his head, gently pressing it. The eyes that were always cold were quietly closed at this time.

He doesn't look as sharp as usual.

Qiao Lian's eyes fell on Chu Zheng's lips, and his throat was a little dry.

He carefully moved down to Chuzheng, raised his head and kissed her on her lips.

Chu Zheng's closed eyes broke away, and Qiao Lan's gaze suddenly crashed into her pupils, dark and sank all the way, with no end.

Chu Zheng held his head and continued the kiss.

Qiao Lian felt uncomfortable to hold on, so she gave in first.

"teacher……"

Chu Zheng let go of him, turned the hospital bed higher, and let him lean on it: "How do you feel?"

Qiao Lian looked at his hand: "I don't feel anything."

Chu Zheng asked casually: "How did you do it?"

Qiao Lian looked normal before, but Chu Zheng didn't notice any problems with his hands.

After all, he is still fighting.

Qiao Lian's eyes darkened: "My dad made it."

He and his mother learned the piano, and later they practiced it by themselves after they had nothing to do. Every time Qiao Hong heard it, he told him not to play it.

At first he thought Qiao Hong just didn't like him, so he avoided him.

That time he won the prize, and Qiao Hong was already waiting at home when he returned.

He said nothing, and asked someone to press him and ruined his hands directly.

Although Qiao Hong used the best doctor to cure his hands afterwards, he could never touch the piano again.

Chu Zheng's eyes were even colder.

Qiao Hong was a dog thing that was cheaper than him before!

Chu Zheng looked at Qiao Lian: "Since you know your situation, why do you still have to go with Meng Yuhu?"

"Teacher..." Qiao Lian hesitated for nearly a minute before he said slowly: "He knows Meng Yu."

"What do you know?"

"...Our relationship." Qiao Lian's voice was muffled, like a child who was wronged.

"so?"

"He will say it out." Qiao Lian said: "It will affect the teacher."

He was not worried about himself, he was just afraid of causing her trouble.

He knew the consequences of this matter.

"So you plan to not have these hands?" Chu Zheng leaned closer to him: "Qiao Lan, have you asked me?"

Qiao Lian was inexplicably nervous when he was watched by Chu Zheng at such a close distance.

He swallowed and explained, "Teacher, I just...want to solve some things myself."

"It's just Meng Yu, he just said it, what are you afraid of?" Chu Zheng said angrily: "If you weren't in school, I would have quit my job long ago."

Qiao Lian was stunned for a moment.

——If you weren’t in school, I would have quit.

Chu Zheng held his hands on both sides, almost enclosing him in his arms.

The girl looked at him fiercely: "Next time I tell me this kind of thing, I will solve it, have you heard?"

Qiao Lian was confused and nodded for a while: "I know... I understand."

Chu Zheng kissed him: "Be good."

Qiao Lian: “…”

-

Qiao Lian's hand was damaged so much that even if he was cured, he would not be able to exert any effort in the future.

The doctor can only treat conservatively.

No one can tell how far it can be restored in the end.

"Why amputate me?"

A sentence appeared in the first zheng.

Qiao Lian was so scared that she trembled: "Teacher, no...no, right?"

"You don't care anyway." Chu Zheng served the porridge and sat next to him with a blank expression.

“…”

Chu Zheng has been with him these days, and Qiao Lian didn't feel angry.

But at this time Qiao Lian realized that she was angry.

Chu Zheng pressed the spoon against his mouth, and Qiao Lan opened her mouth mechanically.

Qiao Lian vomited out instantly, and Chu Zheng took it with her hand: "What are you doing?"

Qiao Lian stretched out her tongue and said vaguely: "Hot."

Chu Zheng felt that the porridge in her palm was a little hot.

She silent.

Qiao Lian found that she took it with her hands, and her expression changed slightly. She quickly went to get the paper. Before her hands could move, she felt a pain.

"Don't move around."

Chu Zheng put down the bowl, got up and washed his hands, then came back and waited for the porridge to cool down before feeding him.

Qiao Lian obediently ate all the porridge.

"Teacher, are you angry with me?"

"Why am I angry with you?" Chu Zheng's tone was faint, and she could not hear any ups and downs: "Go to check later, you can rest first."

Qiao Lian opened her lower lip and didn't continue talking.

Qiao Lian was only responsible for the examination, and Chu Zheng never let him listen to what the doctor said.

But Qiao Lian believes that Chu Zheng will not harm her.

After the examination, Chu Zheng fed water and came in, and reached out to take off his hospital gown.

"teacher?"

"Um."

Chu Zheng lowered her head and responded, but her subordinates didn't stop and quickly took off his clothes.

Qiao Lian couldn't move her hand, so she could only turn sideways: "Teacher, what are you doing?"

Chu Zheng held a veil: "You haven't taken a shower for a few days, so I'll wipe it for you."
To be continued...