The man from Wugeng's family is indeed reliable

The decisive rejection made Yang Noi a little angry, and she knocked on the armrest a little faster.

"You forced me to do this"

"As I said before, you're the only man here right now. What do you think the police will think if I report this to them?"

In Japan, men are often arrested for molesting women.

Although most of them are perverts, some are framed. If you are arrested for this, your resume will be stained with the stain of a molester. In a society like Japan that values ​​reputation, people who are labeled like this usually don't end up well.

Hiroshi looked at Yang No with a frown on his face, who looked like she was going to make trouble if he didn't agree with her. For the first time, he experienced the viciousness of people in society.

"Do you agree? Hmm?"

"Okay, I get it. Can't I just surrender?"

Like a defeated rooster, he lowered his proud head. He had to admit that this guy was really cruel.

He is a person who will do anything to achieve his goal, so he is afraid of having a relationship with such a smart person, because he will be played to death.

It’s best for idiots to date idiots.

"What about Yukino? What do you say? If you don't want it, I'll have it all to myself."

She raised her head proudly. After solving everything, she felt a lot more relaxed. Yang Noi turned to ask Yukino.

"I?"

Yukino raised her head, looking somewhat hesitant.

Yang Nai's pace made her a little breathless. It was really too fast, so fast that she was not prepared at all.

But she had to make a decision: did she want this so-called boyfriend or not? If she didn't choose, her long-term meal ticket would really be snatched away by someone else.

Although the relationship between the sisters has eased now, can she become his harem?

She gritted her teeth and made up her mind, but she was too shy to express it. Her eyes glanced at the open manuscript on the table, and she spoke softly with a sudden realization.

"The moonlight is so beautiful tonight."

Thus, she made her choice.

Chapter 262 Gogen Hiroki and the Inhuman Torture

Words have their own attributes. For example, the word "love" often makes people yearn for sweetness, and the word "beautiful" automatically makes people imagine beautiful pictures.

This explanation is common, but we also have to consider the context and the reality of the description, just like Hiroshi is now.

Isn't love supposed to be a happy thing? Isn't being with a beautiful girl supposed to be a joyful thing?

But why is it so sad when these two are combined?

Why does this happen?

After that night, Yukinoshita Yukino packed her luggage and moved in with Haruno. The two sisters reconciled, so he was the only one at home.

It was seven o'clock in the morning. The sunlight shone into the somewhat messy room. The computer screen on the desk was fluorescent and the sound of air conditioning cooling was heard softly.

Let's just say he woke up naturally. Haoshu slowly opened his swollen eyes like a toad and scratched his messy hair that looked like a bird's nest.

"Is it time? Time to get up. If you don't go now, you'll have to queue up again."

He took a light breath, covered his face and pinched his brows, then struggled to get up from the bed. He looked listless. His originally strong body now looked a little swollen, and his expression was haggard and extremely weak.

It's not because of some enviable, jealous or hateful reasons that he became like this, but it's a very sad story.

The poor child is sick.

That day, Yang Nai scared him so much that he broke out in a cold sweat. The air conditioner temperature was very low, and he was in a bad mood and didn't take good care of himself, so it was obvious that this guy fell ill.

We all know that people who are healthy and never get sick often feel devastated when they get sick, and it takes a long time to recover.

Moreover, he was far away overseas, all alone.

He has been in this state for two weeks.

The clinical diagnosis was persistent low-grade fever caused by viral encephalitis, abnormal liver function indexes, and influenza A.

A person who works hard outside and then falls ill suddenly has no one to take care of him and has to rely on himself. It feels like his life or death depends on fate.

No one can predict the real disease.

When you are sick, your heart is probably at its softest. It will amplify all negative emotions and make you extremely fragile. When the disease tortures you long enough, you will lose your courage.

The courage to live.

It takes strength to live.

But the disease has drained away this confidence.

I brushed my teeth, washed my face, took a piece of bread with butter from the refrigerator and took a few bites, took my medical records, cell phone, and wallet, and took a long breath.

Because the continuous low-grade fever had almost drained all his strength, he took the elevator downstairs almost as if he was walking on a sponge. The city hospital was just two traffic lights away from where he lived. Although the journey was only about ten minutes, Haoshu felt it was so long. He was sweating profusely after walking for a while with an umbrella. He pursed his dry lips, and his mouth was full of bitter taste.

It was probably the smell of the IV drip I received yesterday. The IV treatment lasted for more than ten days. I sat alone in the corner of the IV room, starting early in the morning, going to the outpatient clinic, paying, getting medicine, queuing, and getting the IV drip. By the time the cold needle left my body, the sky was already covered with sunset glow.

This kind of life can be considered a different kind of fulfillment.

The pathetic sense of fulfillment only brings pain to oneself.

He touched his stomach and found that his lunch was just a glass of milk and a piece of bread. Because no one took care of him, he sometimes even had to cook for himself. His extremely weak body looked even more haggard as he struggled hard to survive.

Hospitals are a real rip-off. If you live alone outside, there's no one to take care of you, and you can't even get hospitalized.

Moreover, hospitalization is very expensive. The medical insurance system in foreign countries is very complete, which means that people don’t actually spend much money on medical treatment. However, international students and foreigners cannot enjoy this policy. They have to spend money when they are sick, and the amount is very expensive.

He was in a daze and had an ultrasound, an EEG, a blood test, a urine test, a liver virus test, and an upper respiratory tract infection virus test. Money was spent like water. He ran around the hospital alone, exhausted.

Sometimes he wanted to give up. It was too painful. He had no one to rely on and was really tired.

As for the two Yukinoshitas who said they were in love, in fact, the two newbies next door knew nothing at all. Because of some ambiguous relationship, they didn't come to see Hiroshi for several days due to awkwardness, not to mention that they hadn't seen each other since they moved out.

Because of the school's relaxed management system, no one knew that Haoshu had not been in class for such a long time.

After covering my mouth and coughing violently a few times, my condition has actually improved somewhat. At first, I had just a fever, then a runny nose, and then a cough. I also felt aches and weakness all over my body, headaches and back pains, and my brain nerves kept wailing. Now, after long-term treatment, the runny nose has stopped and the coughing symptoms have also been greatly alleviated.

However, both of my hands were bruised from long-term intravenous drips, and even slightly lifting them felt like being pricked by needles.

He has no way to type anymore. Last night, he cried in front of the computer with it turned on all night. He said sorry but couldn't type a single word. It has been a month since he stopped updating.

But he didn't know, he didn't even know if he could survive, he was in fear, he was afraid, every day he just stared blankly at the number of his collections decreasing, and the book review section was also filled with rumors that the author was a eunuch. When did he, Hiroki Gogen, ever say that he was going to be a eunuch?

Unless he dies!

Unless he's dead.

He wanted so much to confide in his fellow readers, but speaking would only spread the pain to more people. What was the point? Some things, one must bear and endure, could never be explained, even in death.

Sometimes I think that if I die like this, then it will be just like what they say, a eunuch.

Panting slightly, I felt much better after the IV drip, but I still had no strength. Pressing the back of my swollen hand, I slowly walked back to the apartment. I took the elevator home, patted my stomach, and sighed softly. I slowly walked to the refrigerator and opened it. The cabinet that had been full was now empty.

Haoshu smiled bitterly. To be honest, he was not used to the so-called British food outside. When he was sick, he had to eat something nutritious, not potatoes and ketchup.

But alone, alive.

Being single is very hard.

"Go buy some groceries. It shouldn't hurt to carry a small amount."

The exhausting days are still so long.

Chapter 263 Gokura Hiroki and the Angel of Rescue

Haoshu suffered from insomnia again. Due to the influence of drug hormones, he only slept for three hours a day for so many days. Two dark circles were deeply imprinted on his originally fair face. It was now three o'clock in the morning, and Haoshu tossed and turned with his eyes closed.

He was very conscious, but his weak body kept him firmly fixed on the bed, making him unable to move.

Is this a different kind of sleep paralysis, sleep paralysis caused by illness?

Hiroshi is a very naive and optimistic person, and he can find joy in even such things.

He has partially understood the meaning of not traveling far away while his parents are still alive. He has made up his mind that he will never go out to do anything under the guise of adventure in the future. It would be nice to stay with his family and the people he loves and live a quiet life like this.

Being sick made him too timid, broke his originally playful spine, and made him realize the difference between life and death.

He felt like his head was about to explode, all kinds of complicated thoughts came to his mind, tinnitus was severe, and the feeling of illness and insomnia was really too painful, but there was no one around to talk to. Loneliness can sometimes make people strong, but more often it can make people crazy.

Everything in the past was replaying in his mind like a kaleidoscope of events, mixed with his deep reluctance to let go, all the good things in the past, everything he had experienced, and the complex emotions in his heart poured into the whispers, making his brain so chaotic that it was about to explode.

He missed everything: the kindness of his friends, the warmth of his family, and the body fragrance of his lover. Just like this, he spent the long and difficult nights every day.

Living is difficult.

"Is there anything left in my life?"

"What kind of person am I in their eyes?"

"Have you fulfilled their requirements?"

He is not good at speaking and does not reveal his feelings easily. He is independent and does not like to trouble anyone. He is soft-hearted and embarrassed to refuse anyone. He has always been a sensible child in the eyes of his family, and a friend with an easy-going personality who will not refuse others in the eyes of his classmates and friends. However, he likes to live like this. Even though he feels a little inferior, he lives such a simple life.

This morning, Haoshu got up very early. Maybe he was tired from lying down, so he wanted to make something to eat, some simple food.

The clock pointed to half past five. He felt very weak. Every time he did something, sweat kept flowing from his body. After a while, the back of his shirt was soaked.

But there is no way, man is made of iron and rice is made of steel, and people have to eat to survive.

With his head lowered, Haoshu held his waist with one hand and stirred the pan with the other. His throat was not sore and he could not eat any greasy food, so his breakfast was very thick milk oatmeal porridge. He made more so that he could take it with him for lunch at noon.

Most of the time, Hiroshi's lunch is just a cup of porridge, or he might eat some bread or a sandwich to fill his stomach.

Maybe it was due to long-term lack of sleep, but Haoshu felt that the world in front of him was unusually dark today, his head was more dizzy than usual, and he almost didn't have the strength to move.

After turning off the fire with great effort, Haoshu felt that he was feeling particularly unwell today and it would be better to lie down for a while.

He held his waist and slowly moved a few steps. Suddenly, his legs went weak and he fell heavily to the ground. The cold wooden floor and his flesh made a terrible sound. He screamed and struggled to get up but he had no strength at all.

The floor is so icy.

clang

The sound echoed in the empty room again, but the man never got up again.

Darkness fell, and now Hiroshi no longer had to worry about not being able to sleep.

There was a vast sky, blue white clouds and green grass. Haoshu was lying on the lawn, gazing at the leisurely cattle and sheep in the distance, and slowly fell asleep. But at this time, a girl in a white dress came over and sat down beside him. Haoshu raised his head to see the girl's face clearly but found it was blurry. He could only smell a vague fragrance of flowers. The two of them sat and lay quietly, looking at the blue sky and smelling the fragrance of the grass.

Suddenly a strong wind blew, and the girl's figure disappeared abruptly. Haoshu jumped up in shock, and when he came to his senses, the blue sky and green grass all disappeared. What came into view was an unfamiliar ceiling and the smell of disinfectant in the room.

It turns out it was just a dream.

"Where is this"

The pain in his body told Hiroshi that he had returned to reality. He moved his head and looked around. Everything was white and there was a smell of disinfectant. This should be a hospital.

Why did he go to a hospital?

Oh, yes, he was cooking at home, and then he fell and lost consciousness.

So, who took him to the hospital?

Miss Administrator?

I remember she said last month that she was going to France on a business trip and it wasn't time for her to come back yet.

Then the only people who still have the key to his room are the sisters, right?

While I was still trying to guess, the door was gently pushed open, and a girl in a white dress walked in quietly, just like the girl I saw in my dream.

"Are you awake?"

The visitor was obviously surprised to see Hiroshi open his eyes, and then his face was filled with joy that was beyond words.

"Yukino, were you the one who brought me here?"

"No, it's my sister."

Putting the fruit basket in her hand on the bedside table next to the bed, Yukino moved a stool and sat down in front of the bed.

"She said she hadn't seen you in a long time, and wondered if you were hiding because you were scared. So she went looking for you angrily, and when she opened the door, she saw you lying unconscious on the ground, your body terribly burned. She called 911, and an ambulance came and took you away."

"That's right."

"Well, she was so anxious that she almost cried. Because you were too fat and tall, she couldn't carry you. She could only drag you and give you a cold compress with an ice towel. I just went to your room and saw the medical records. You've been on an IV drip for so many days, haven't you?"

Xueno explained and flipped through the medical records in her hand, feeling a little angry. Even if they were forcing him to fall in love or something, there was no need for him not to tell them that he had such a serious illness. Did he still consider her a friend?