Chapter 110:

If he is still his brother, so gently test the temperature of his forehead with his fingers, and turn around to get medicine for himself, even if he is dreaming, he can make Anze happy and laugh.
But now, looking at this familiar face, makes Anze sad.
Luan Luo returned soon, holding the medicine box in her hand and a glass of water in the other hand. He was inconvenient to walk, because he did n’t have extra hands to get a cane, and he limped a little while walking, but the expression on his face was calm, as before, no matter how difficult the situation was, the expression on his face It was always so bland and unpredictable.
An Ze watched him slowly walk to the bed, pulled out the medicine from the medicine box, peeled off two tablets and put it in his palm, then handed the water cup to his lips, and whispered, "Take some antipyretics. . "
I still had such a nice, familiar, heart-pleasing voice. Anze opened his mouth almost like a conditioned reflex, letting him feed the medicine down. Just like when I was a kid, when I was sick, my brother most hoped that my brother would come to take care of him. When my brother fed himself with water, Anze even hoped that the glass of water would never be fed.
After drinking a glass of water, the tablets were swallowed with warm water, and Anze finally returned to his senses and looked at Anluo in silence.
Luan Luo put the empty cup back to the bed and whispered, "You have a fever, probably the cause of the wound infection. Where did you hurt? Have you treated it?"
Wu Anze did not answer, staring at An Luo's face in silence.
An Anluo had to help him up and said, "Let me see."
Fearing that he might be involved in the wound, An Luo deliberately let go of his movements, and gently unbuttoned his shirt.
The clear-grained wheat-colored chest was exposed in front of his eyes, without any scars on his body. Instead, he wore an old-looking necklace on his chest. An Luo looked away, and Anze turned to his side. With medical hemostatic tape, the tape was wrinkled under rubbing, revealing a little trace of skin being stitched.
An Luo gently peeled off the adhesive tape. The three stitches on the wound looked extremely uncomfortable, and the surrounding skin was a little red. Obviously, the bullet had been taken out and the wound had been treated. However, An Ze didn't pay attention to the friction. It causes inflammation of the wound.
In fact, this kind of wound is really strange to An Luo. He had been injured many times before, and he had been stitched several times. But now, for some reason, An Luo felt that when looking at the injury on An Ze's body, For a while, it was more painful than hurting myself.
观察 Observed the wound carefully. Fortunately, it was not serious, but only a mild inflammatory reaction on the surface of the skin, and there were no traces of pus flowing out. An Luo finally relieved.
Go back and take a cotton swab from the medicine box, dipped in iodine and carefully disinfected the wound twice, then gently wipe it with alcohol, and then carefully wrap it with gauze. Anlo's technology for treating wounds can reach professional doctors The level is also because he has often given himself the experience he has learned to deal with various wounds.
After finishing everything, An Luo then settled the shirt collar for Anzella and said softly, "Yes, take a good night's sleep, and the burn will soon return."
Wu Anze didn't speak, but just looked at Anluo's eyes gradually deepened.
"I'm going first." An Luo picked up the medicine chest and got up to leave, but An Ze suddenly pulled his arm, An Luo's center of gravity was unstable, and he was directly pulled into his arms by a strong force!
The medicine box fell to the ground, all kinds of medicine bottles rolled all over the floor, and the sound of Ding Ding Ding continued to rise. An Luo crawled up, raised his head and looked up at the eyes of Shang An Ze, and his breath was choked. He suddenly kissed his lips.
"唔 ......" There was a moment of blankness in his mind, and An Luo's shock in his heart was no less than the time he was kissed strongly. After stunning for two seconds, Anluo began to fight hard. Unexpectedly, Anze simply turned over and pressed him directly to the bed.
Tuyaguan was forcibly opened, and Anze's tongue pierced into the mouth, plundering frantically.
"唔 ... 唔 ……" was almost choked, An Luo pushed him away, and said angrily, "Anz, what are you doing ?!"
Tong Anze watched him and remained silent for a long time before whispering, "Brother, don't pretend."
"..."
"Did you make up such an excuse because my last confession scared you? You want me to die completely?"
"..." An Luo was completely stupid. He thought that An Ze must have had a fever and burned his brain. Otherwise, why would he think of such a bizarre reason?
An Ze continued to whisper: "How could you not be my brother? All your habits are exactly the same as him. Even when disinfecting the wound, you are also like him, and you apply two coats from top to bottom around the wound Iodine. "
Luan Luo froze and explained subconsciously: "This is the conventional disinfection method ..."
"No." Anze interrupted him. "This is not the case for Cheng Ping, and this is not the case for many doctors. Only you, when disinfecting, use a cotton swab with your left hand."
Luan Luo explained quickly: "That was because I used to hurt my right hand, so I was used to disinfecting myself with my left hand ..."
别 "Don't explain." An Luo interrupted him again, staring deeply into his eyes, "You can't fool me."
Uncle stared at him so close to the bed, discussing such a meaningless topic, which annoyed An Luo. Anzai's words were strangely infectious, and almost distorted Anluo's thinking.
An Luo quickly calmed himself down and said coldly: "Enough, Anzai, am I your brother? You can check it yourself. You should still be able to find the information about this An Luo? I'll take you to the UK and ask my friends to confirm for themselves? "
Pu Anze's pupils suddenly shrank, grasping An Luo's fingers could not help but tighten.
It was an almost desperate intensity, as if his brother would let go forever.
Wu Anze did check, he had thoroughly checked the bottom of An Luo. In theory, An Ze is very clear that the person in front of him is another An Luo, but just now, just as An Luo was treating the wound for himself, An Ze Huangzhong seemed to be back to the past, and when his brother was still He even had an illusion, as if his favorite brother had never left ...
However, An Luo's words were like a puddle of cold water splashed on his head, so that An Ze was completely awake.
An Luo calmly said, "Anzawa, be rational, I am not your brother at all. After you have a fever, you are unconscious. I just ca n’t care about what you did. Suddenly stopped.
Wu Anze looked at him and said, "Nothing? Don't kiss you again?"
"..." An Luo's ears suddenly became red. He was suddenly attacked by this guy and kissed twice. This kind of thing greatly hurt An Luo's self-esteem, and felt that he was inexperienced and jerky. Shame.
An Ze suddenly smiled slightly, raised An Luo's chin gently with his index finger, looked at An Luo's eyes, and whispered: "There is a problem, I'm curious. If, you really are not my brother, why, You still care about me? "
"I ..." An Luo was suddenly speechless, because he didn't even understand the problem himself.
Wu Anze continued: "Since I'm not your brother, even if I have a fever, it's not your business, right?"
"..." I don't know why, just want to care about him intuitively, somehow care about him. An Luo said, pretending to be calm, "I borrowed your brother's body to be born again, and I feel a little guilty of you."
"Really?" An Ze narrowed his eyes slightly. "So, are you doing this to compensate me?"
"..."
"But I don't need it," Anza said word by word, "I don't need your sympathy."
"..." An Luo was awkwardly speechless. Although it was distressed, it was definitely not sympathy, but An Luo himself could not tell what this complicated feeling was.
"Since you are not my brother, please don't take his shadow and dangle in front of me." Anze got closer, looked at Anlo's eyes very close, and gently wiped with his thumb After Anluo was kissed to his rosy lips, he whispered, "Seeing my brother's face, sometimes I lose my mind and do something beyond my control ... do you understand?"
There was still the ambiguous temperature of his thumb when he rubbed his lips, remembering the kiss just now, An Luo's back stiffened and pushed him away.
Arranged messy clothes, An Luo turned away with a stiff face. When I walked to the door, I turned around and said coldly, "You can rest assured that it won't be long before I will completely disappear from your presence."
The door was closed forcefully, and apparently he was angry.