I was woken up by the constant birdsong outside the window. I opened my eyes and saw that the sky was very bright, and it looked like seven or eight o'clock in the morning. I was lying on the hospital bed, and there was no one else around.
There was a regular buzzing of the machine in my ears, I raised my hand to look at the clips and needles on it, and put it down again. My lips were very dry and my body was very hot. I wanted to lift the quilt, but as soon as I moved, there was a sharp pain in my left abdomen, which almost made me roll my eyes and faint again.
Frowning, he didn't dare to move at all. At this time, the door of the bathroom in the ward opened, and Sheng Minou came out of it wiping his hands. He was walking towards me with his head down. Halfway through, he might have felt my burning eyes, so he stopped and looked up.
The four eyes met, their eyes intertwined, and neither of them spoke, they just looked at each other quietly.
I don't know how many days I've been dizzy. Although Sheng Minou is neatly dressed, his face looks like he hasn't slept for three days and three nights. He looks very bad.
"Brother..." My voice was hoarse, and it was extremely difficult to just utter a word. I wanted to sit up, but I was so weak that I couldn't help it.
Sheng Minou was woken up by me and turned around, as if the stalled gears were turning again, and he raised his feet and walked towards the hospital bed again.
He sat down on the edge of the bed, and he threw the handkerchief for wiping his hands on the bedside table indifferently.
"You have been sleeping for three days, and you were just transferred from the ICU to the general ward last night." He glanced at the quilt that was leaking from my body, pinched the corner of the quilt and covered me again, "It's nothing serious, just cut off the intestines, Just a little bit of a fever."
Hearing him say in such a flat tone that I just "cut out the intestines", I had the illusion that I didn't suffer a gunshot wound, but had an appendix cut out.
His hand passed in front of me, and I smelled the faint smell of disinfectant on it. I followed his hands with my eyes and found that the edges of his nails were very rough, and the skin was molting very badly.
Obviously when I saw it last time, this hand was still very beautiful, except for the calluses from holding the pen, the ten fingers had no blemishes. Why did I just wake up from sleep, and this hand was ruined by him like this? For no reason, I felt a tingling pain in my heart, and I couldn't even explain why I suddenly paid attention to such a small thing.
Sheng Minou might have sensed my sight, and after covering me with the quilt, he withdrew his hands and placed them where I couldn't see them.
When a person wakes up, the perception of the body slowly recovers. With every breath, there will be burning pain from the wound, which makes me become cautious with every breath.
"Brother, I'm thirsty."
I asked Sheng Minou for water, he picked up a plastic cup beside him, dipped some water in it with a cotton swab, and applied it on my lips. I didn't think it was enough, so I reached out to snatch the cup in Sheng Minou's hand to have a drink, but he avoided it and didn't let me touch it.
"You are undergoing a small bowel resection, and you will be fasting for a few days." He completely ignored my eager eyes and put the cup back in place.
I lowered my face: "Then what should I do if I'm thirsty? I'm so hot that I'm almost dry."
Sheng Minou adjusted the speed of rehydration, and said two words without changing his face: "Endure."
Tsk, how could I have thought that if I got shot and wounded, and walked on the verge of life and death, Sheng Minou would be obedient to me, give me thousands of favors, and from then on, hug and hold me high, loving and loving my whole life
Sighing silently, tasting the remaining moisture on my lips, I suddenly remembered that Yi Dazhuang was still alive and dead, so I hurriedly asked Sheng Minou if Yi Dazhuang was still alive.
"Better than you." Sheng Minou said coldly.
I could hear that his tone was a bit wrong, it seemed that he didn't want to see Yi Dazhuang very much, so he quickly changed the subject: "I seem to have seen my parents..."
As soon as the words came out, the atmosphere became even more wrong. Sheng Minou's face was obviously expressionless, but I could feel that he was very unhappy, and his mood plummeted into irritability.
"Maybe it was just a dream." I added sarcastically.
Sheng Minou frowned slightly, and didn't speak any more.
I had a fever, and the wound was still aching. After opening my eyes and saying a few words, I felt a little tired again. I closed my eyes and was about to sleep for a while, when I heard Sheng Minou's voice slowly say: "Since I was a child, I have always been able to easily learn things that others have to work hard for a long time. As long as I want to do it, whether it is the exam It's not difficult for me to be a top elite in a prestigious school. You can call me arrogant or conceited. I never put anyone in my eyes... "
I opened my eyes and listened to him quietly without interrupting.
"I plan my life accurately, calculate my future, and think I've counted everything, but I've been defeated by you time and time again. For you, I couldn't count ten years ago, and I won't count ten years later..." He looked looked at me and said, "You make me feel worthless."
Is it my fault or his own fault? I was also not sure, so I half-jokingly said: "I was told by a fake Taoist priest before, and it was very accurate. He said that I still have a hurdle before I am thirty, and I can live to old age without disease and disaster. I don't think there will be a bigger hurdle than this time, and it should be smooth sailing in the future, and you won't be allowed to taste the taste of failure again."
He moved the corners of his lips, as if smiling.
The next moment, he raised his hand to cover my eyes, the slightly cool palm smelled of soap and disinfectant, and the texture was a little rough.
"Go to sleep."
My face was hot, scalding hot, and his temperature was just right, making me feel very comfortable. I rubbed his hand affectionately, closed my eyes obediently, and soon fell asleep again.
I stayed in the hospital for more than half a month. Since the wound was mainly recuperated, I had to be helped with food, clothing, sitting, and sleeping. Naturally, it was impossible for Sheng Minou to take care of me during this period. After all, he also had to rest and work.
Shen Xiaoshi and Wei Shi took turns running to Yi Dazhuang's and I's wards. They were so busy that the shop couldn't even take care of them.
I had an intestinal resection and had to eat liquid food for a while. After Shen Xiaoshi's mother knew about my situation, she cooked a lot of porridge for me and came to see me every few days.
After not seeing her for a while, she seemed to be a different person, she was in good spirits, her complexion was rosy, she lived with Shen Xiaoshi, and the mother and child got along very well.
I was bored in the hospital, and she was also bored at home. It was just right for two bored people to get together.
I had an accident, was hospitalized, and was injured. Although it took less than 24 hours before and after, the plot was full of ups and downs, the plot twists and turns were bizarre, and because it was also a hot topic in the society recently, every time someone came to visit me, I would spit Hengfei talked for a long time.
Liu Yue came to talk about it, Wu Yi and the others formed a group to come and talk about it, and even Mo Qiu, who didn't know how to get the news, came to see me, and I had to tell him about it.
Later, Yi Dazhuang came to me on crutches with a laptop in his arms. He sat on the edge of the bed, turned on the computer and typed on the keyboard with one hand, asking me to repeat it to him.
"... aren't you there too?" I wondered, "do you have a twin brother or something?"
"No, no, no, I was there, but I wouldn't tell you without you." Yi Dazhuang smiled wretchedly, "Third brother and they all said that your story is very moving, with climaxes, soul-stirring, blood and tears, and a tight plot. I just thought I could use ready-made ones, and I was too lazy to think about it myself.”
Xiao Meng failed and was invited to drink tea. Yi Dazhuang made the evidence he collected public, showing to the public that the anti-allergic drug newly developed by Meiteng has drug defects, clinical data falsification and other problems. The stock of Meiteng Pharmaceutical fell precipitously within a day, and had to apply for a suspension of trading urgently. It is not known whether it can survive in the future.
These days, I heard that many people want to interview him and make an appointment with him. Even Ke Xuezi, the editor-in-chief of the paper media who reported the case of Shen Xiaoshi's mother before, wanted to know him, but he rejected them all.
"I can write it myself, so why do I make it cheaper for others?" With amazing perseverance and determination, Yi Dazhuang typed out press releases one after another with five fingers in one hand, and put them into his own account for serialization. It has reached a million followers.
Shen Xiaoshi also paid attention to his social accounts, and said that he is really a management genius for his news events can be organized into serial story clubs.
The wounds outside the hospital almost healed, and I was able to walk on the ground. The doctor let me go through the discharge procedures.
Sheng Minou picked me up in his car and took me to his apartment.
As soon as I entered the door, I was stunned. There were many large and small piles of cardboard boxes in his living room, which crowded the originally empty and tidy living room to the brim.
"This is..." I clutched my wound, still walking cautiously. There are words written on each box, "clothes", "sundries", and "daily necessities", which seem to be cardboard boxes for packing and moving.
"Your things." Sheng Minou said in a flat tone, and walked towards the bedroom while taking off his coat, as if the cardboard boxes were not worth my fuss at all.
I was dazed for a moment, and followed him to the bedroom.
"You packed all my stuff and moved here?"
He threw his suit aside and went to untie his tie. Hearing this, he glanced at me: "Is there a problem?"
No problem no problem, how could there be a problem.
I was happy in my heart, tried hard to control my expression not to be too turbulent, and shook my head hastily.
"No, good move, great move!"
Sheng Minou also threw the tie on the ground, then unfastened the top two buttons of his shirt and the cuff buttons of his hands, and sat down on the mattress.
"Come here." He bent his legs, stretched out his hand towards me, and beckoned me over.
Without thinking about it, I subconsciously walked towards him and held his hand.
He gently tugged me to sit in his arms with my back leaning on him, then hugged me and lay down on the mattress.
During my stay in the hospital, he had been very calm, even when he had just walked in the door, he was just as usual, just a little tired.
I thought he was at most like this, and there would be no more emotional expressions.
But it seems like I'm wrong.
He's not calm, he just "looks" calm.
He hugged me tightly, wrapped me like a huge silkworm chrysalis, buried his head in my neck, and spoke in a low and slow voice.
"You asked me before if you would be sad when you died. I won't, everyone dies, there is nothing to be sad about." His breath gently blew on the side of my neck, "But I will be very angry."
"I'm still alive, how dare you die?"
He tightened his arms, lowered his voice, and breathed evenly.
"I've been enduring this boring world, so you must suffer with me."