"You'll know when you come over and have a look." As he spoke, the phone was disconnected.
I took down the phone and looked at the bright display screen, heh, just now I was asked to take care of it for a few more days, and here I said I would go back.
No matter how their family fights, I can't leave Chu Yuanjiang in his current state.
I always want... The first thing he sees when he wakes up is me.
Thinking about it, I slowly walked back to the ward, moved a stool and sat by the bed.
Now I can come in and out freely, no one stops me, and the attitude of the staff is quite different from when I first came here.
Sighing, when I came out of City B, I confronted Lin Ye, and the words I choked on were a little impulsive. I shouldn't have been like this, because no matter what the facts are, since it happened, I needed to be far-sighted Figure, plan slowly. After all, it was a murder in prison, and he had to deal with Lin Ye later.
It wasn't until I came all the way to City X, came to him, and saw him for real, that I realized that the cold sweat on my back had already dried up. The situation is dire, but not hopeless...
The thin sunlight came in, and the whiteness of the room set off his gray and bloodless face even more.
Chu Yuanjiang's hair was stripped off, I looked at him carefully and reached out to stroke his head carefully. But he lay there quietly and didn't respond to me at all. Picking up his other unbroken hand, pinching the palm to massage him.
Now it seems that the follow-up of this matter is not without reversal, but it is still pending. If we can't solve it well, the time I have with him now will be the last time in this life. Thinking about it makes my chest hurt.
Even though he is surrounded by enemies, I still firmly believe that I can save him; even if I kneel before Lin Ye, my heart is still strong...
But now, I'm a little unsure...
If he is gone, will I continue to run the company? But what's the use of making money
If he is gone, even if I am promising again, who will I show my success to? With whom
If he's gone, I'll be a fucking coward, a man who can't even protect his own brother, what face does he have to live in this world
I dealt with a few calls from the company in the corridor, and rearranged the personnel. I stayed in the ward for the rest of the time, watching them give him nutrition injections, disinfect and change dressings... I helped him wash his face and treat him. Wipe yourself.
When he opened his eyes that day, it was me.
At that time, I was rubbing towels in the basin, wiped out circles and soaked in the water, wrung it dry, and was about to continue wiping his legs, when I turned around, I saw him leaning on the pillow, with his head tilted, his dark eyes straight looking at me.
I was a little surprised: "Yuanjiang, are you awake?"
His eyelashes moved, and I immediately understood what he meant. I poured a glass of water and carefully brought it to his lips. He seemed unable to swallow, and could only lick the water stains on the edge of the glass bit by bit.
"..." He opened his mouth, but no sound came out.
I hurriedly wiped his mouth: "Don't talk, have a good rest. I'm here."
He watched my black pupils lose the depth and brilliance of the past, and my pupils dilated, looking in a trance.
I sat on the bedside and held his uninjured hands: "It's okay, everything will be fine, let's fight for release on medical parole."
His fingers moved slightly, and I squeezed his hand tightly.
The doctor gave him a comprehensive examination, and then gave him medicine, injections, and liquid food...
The next day he took a nap again, and his throat was able to speak: "Junzi."
"Hey, I'm here." Walking to his bed, stretching out his hand to gently twist the corner of his quilt: "Are you awake? Did you sleep well?"
His voice was hoarse: "I want to eat noodles..."
"It's cooking, just boil the water, wait a minute." I bought a low-power induction cooker the day before yesterday, and I'm plugging it into the ward, and the pot is steaming.
He nodded, and I saw that it was almost done, so I beat an egg flower in boiling water, stirred it with the noodles, and added cabbage and shrimp skins. Bring it up and pour the sesame oil: "Let it dry for a while, we'll eat it later."
"I want to eat right now."
"It's okay." I walked over and hugged his head, raised the pillow, and let him half lean on it. She picked up the noodle bowl and sat beside him, scooped up the noodles, put them near her mouth and blew air to feed him: "Come on, be careful of the heat."
He nodded and finished the whole bowl of noodles bit by bit.
After he finished eating, he let out a sigh of relief, and I put away the bowls and chopsticks, sat back beside him, and wiped his mouth with a towel.
Suddenly it sounded a long time ago, there was a time when he had a high fever with unknown personnel and no money to go to the hospital. He received an injection in a small clinic but still didn’t get better. And combed him with a comb to sweat all over his skin. That time, he covered his whole body with fever and lowered his fever, and when he woke up, he asked for food as soon as he opened his mouth.
"Are you full?" I smiled.
"Junzi..." He looked at me and slightly curled his lips: "Your noodles are still so unpalatable."
I laughed: "It's fine if you can eat enough, why are you talking so much nonsense."
After a while, when the nurse came in to change the urine bag, Chu Yuanjiang lay down and said, "I want to go to the toilet, please pull out the needle for me."
The nurse pointed to the spittoon under the bed: "There is a spittoon here, just use it here, no need to pull out the needle."
I was taken aback and asked, "Can't he go to the bathroom?"
"He can't get out of bed now, and the nerves in his legs are still paralyzed. How can he go to the bathroom?"
"Then how about I carry him over?"
"He's still wearing a plaster cast, how do you hold him?"
Chu Yuanjiang smiled: "It's okay, let him carry me over, he is paying attention."
"Then it doesn't matter if you fold it again." The nurse helped Chu Yuanjiang pull out the needle while speaking.
I walked over and lifted his quilt, put his good hand around my neck, passed one arm through his back, and hooked his knee with the other, and hugged him like this , the nurse helped him hold his severed hand, and just walked towards the bathroom.
Finding a clean toilet, I carefully put him on it and sat down, and fixed his hands.
"Call me when you're done."
"kindness."
After closing the door, the nurse and I waited for him at the door.
"It's so troublesome to carry him around, let him sleep indoors in the future, and he can't get used to it when he's sick."
I smiled: "Then he must not be happy, he has a high self-esteem."
"Hey, isn't this looking for guilt?"
After a while, I remembered his voice: "Junzi."
I walked over and opened the door to go inside, and drove him up. His face was a little stiff and he asked, "Who applied the medicine for me these days?"
"The head nurse." It was the head nurse the first day, and then it was me. Because the head nurse wanted me to learn a little bit, saying that there are many places to continue to take care of him after he leaves the hospital.
"oh."
With that said, I carried him back to the ward.