Qiao Lan only felt her heart pounding violently.
Why...why are there scars...
She knew that Tan Mo had AS since he was a child, and later had a car accident that left his legs disabled, but...why did he have such a hideous scar, left by the car accident
But apart from this scar, there are no other traces around. A car accident should not leave such a flat wound, and this trace...
More like scars left by sharp tools like knives...
The skin on the teenager's legs seemed to be paler than the hands on his face. Unlike the legs of boys of the same age who were running and playing basketball on the playground, there were no clearly visible muscles and arcs supported by the muscles. The calves and ankles were abnormally slender. Not like a boy, but more like a slender girl with a grip.
At first glance, pale, slender, and extremely morbid beauty, but behind it, this is the initial manifestation of calf muscle atrophy.
Relatively speaking, the muscle begins to decrease, and the muscle fiber tissue begins to thin a little bit, and finally disappears gradually.
At this moment, Tan Mo's legs were covered with dazzling scars, and his calves were trembling slightly. He hurriedly bent down and hurriedly pulled the quilt up to cover his legs. Qiao Lan saw that his pale face still had no expression, but he grabbed the quilt. His hands were too tight.
He didn't want her to see it.
I don't want him to see his sick and horrible legs.
But he was in pain because Qiao Lan saw the medicine bottle on his bed, which was specially designed to relieve nerve pain, neuropathy and other symptoms.
Qiao Lan suddenly reacted, Tan Mo didn't have stomach pain, but leg pain and leg nerve pain.
"Do you want to take medicine?" Qiao Lan hurriedly ran out and poured water in. She took the pills according to the instructions on the bottle and handed them to Tan Mo. Qiao Lan didn't know how painful the nerve pain was. She could only see Tan Mo's eyes. It was so painful that I hurriedly took out my mobile phone and couldn't take care of calling Uncle Chen so late.
Chen Boda was shocked when he received a call from Qiao Lan at night, and was so shocked that he asked what happened. When Qiao Lan finished speaking, he breathed a sigh of relief but was still very anxious, "It hurts like this once or twice a month, and there is no fixed schedule. Time, he doesn't go to the hospital, he can only take medicine and stick to it when it hurts. The medicine is in the drawer next to his bed, take two tablets and don't take more... I will go back tomorrow morning... "
After Qiao Lan hung up the phone, she hurriedly put away the medicine bottle, went to the bathroom, soaked the towel with hot water, twisted it until it was half dry, then came back, stretched out her hand and pulled the quilt away.
Tan Mo, who had taken painkillers but was still in pain, was distraught. When Qiao Lan lifted the quilt, she was suddenly touched, and she held on to the quilt tightly to prevent her from seeing it.
"Let go of Tan Mo," Qiao Lan grabbed his hand, "Your legs need hot compresses."
"No", Tan Mo couldn't hear it, and he didn't want to listen. He knew what Qiao Lan was going to do. Every time his leg hurts, Uncle Chen would help him with hot compresses and massage. When Qiao Lan lifted the quilt, Tan Mo had only one thought in his mind, which Qiao Lan could not see.
He didn't want Qiao Lan to see such ugly scars and abnormal legs.
He wanted to push Qiao Lan's hand away, raised his head and looked at Qiao Lan's eyes, both lax and pleading, "Don't look", the boy's always steady voice trembled uncontrollably because of the pain and embarrassment, "Don't look at it. …very ugly…"
"It's not ugly, Tan Mo." Qiao Lan grabbed the boy's trembling hand, and his voice was softer than ever before, as if a little louder would scare the fragile boy, "Really, it's not ugly at all, let go, okay? Alright, Momo, be obedient and take your hands away."
Bit by bit, he opened Tan Mo's fingers, took away the hand that was tightly grasped on the quilt, and opened the quilt again, revealing the pale skin and hideous scars in front of his eyes again.
Qiao Lan covered the warm towel on Tan Mo's trembling calf.
"It's hot or not." Qiao Lan held the towel in her hand. It didn't feel very hot, but she was afraid that Tan Mo would be too sensitive to temperature.
Tan Mo sat on the bed stiffly and bewildered, watching Qiao Lan's hands covering his calf through the towel, and after a while, he said in a low voice, "I don't know, I can't feel it."
He didn't know if it was hot or not.
Not only could he not feel the temperature of the towel, but he also could not feel the strength of Qiao Lan's hands on his legs.
All he could feel was the throbbing pain in his nerves.
What Tan Mo said was very natural, but Qiao Lan couldn't tell how uncomfortable it was when she heard it. Then she remembered that Uncle Chen said on the phone just now that Tan Mo was completely unconscious below his knees.
He can't feel the temperature or strength, but he can feel that the nerves are hurting, right? If the nerves hurt, does that mean that they are not irreversible
The towel quickly cooled down. Qiao Lan went to the bathroom and soaked it in hot water again. After applying hot compresses back and forth for half an hour, Tan Mobai's excessively white calf was also slightly stained with blood, and the scar was also stained for a long time. It got hot and became redder.
Tan Mo sat motionless, watching Qiao Lan repeatedly help him apply his legs over and over again, very serious and focused.
She seems to be really... not afraid, nor does she find it ugly...
The effect of the medicine gradually came up, and he finally didn't feel so bad. He still had no sense of touch on his calf, but perhaps it was a psychological effect, but Tan Mo seemed to be able to feel the strength of his hands on his calf. He stared at Qiao with no movement. Lan's hand saw that she took off the towel for the last time, and after a while, it gently landed on the scar.
Tan Mo stepped back uncontrollably.
Qiao Lan hurriedly put her hand away, "I'm sorry," she said, but then said softly, "...How did this scar come from, was it left during the car accident?"
"No," Tan Mo couldn't help but want to cover his legs with a quilt, but Qiao Lan didn't use the towel this time, and pressed his hands directly on his legs, Tan Mo was so frightened that he didn't dare to move.
Chen Bo said that it is best to massage after the hot compress. Qiao Lan is not very good, but a little pinch is always good.
"Is that... someone else got hurt?"
"No", Tan Mo's body was tensed again, and his hands were placed on both sides of his body and clasped together tightly.
"I made it myself."
The hand that Qiao Lan was massaging suddenly froze.
Made it myself...
self-harm…
Qiao Lan suddenly remembered that there seemed to be a sentence in the book that Tan Mo suffered from severe post-traumatic stress disorder after the car accident and once had self-harm.
The scar on the leg is the trace left at that time.
Qiao Lan's eyes couldn't stop getting a little sore, especially when she looked at the scar at such a close distance, what kind of pain did a person like Tan Mo have to go through before he had post-traumatic stress disorder and pierced the knife with a knife. on the leg.
Wanting to reach out and touch it, but afraid of the pain in her tan ink, Qiao Lan retracted her hand again, carefully avoiding the scar, and restarted the massage.
"I just saw that the bottle of medicine is for nerve pain relief. Tan Mo, the nerves are still responding. Can your leg be cured?"
Tan Mo was silent again.
This is how he reacts when he doesn't want to talk.
Qiao Lan has known him for nearly a year, and can see the traces of his lying, and vaguely recognize the meaning of his silence when he does not speak. Tan Mo's legs may really be cured.
"Why don't you go?"
Because you can't go, you shouldn't go.
A person who should not have been born, a person who should have died in the car accident, survived by accident, and the person who should not have died died in the car accident.
The defective product is still alive in the world, but the mother who has been affected for half of her life because of this defective product left forever because of him.
He will always remember that his grandmother told him that he was a drag on his mother from birth, and he dragged her down for more than ten years, and even killed her in the end.
He didn't want to live, but he had to live because of his mother's last words, but these legs, the legs that were crippled in the car accident, since they've been crippled, let them be crippled forever.
Qiao Lan finally waited for Tan Mo's answer, but couldn't understand the meaning of the answer, Tan Mo said.
This is what he deserves.
He wanted to push Qiao Lan's hand away and told her not to waste time on these legs, but he didn't speak after all, and he was reluctant to speak.
He couldn't feel the strength, but he still missed the feeling.
Time gradually passed, the young man was a little exhausted because of the pain just now, and finally closed his eyes slowly. Qiao Lan carefully covered Tan Mo with the quilt again, and sat on the edge of the bed watching the young man's pale but delicate face.
His brows, which had never been raised before, frowned slightly in his sleep.
Even falling asleep seemed tormented.
Qiao Lan stretched out her hand, pressed gently on the boy's eyebrows, and slowly pushed away the frowning brows.
The next morning at eight o'clock in the morning, Uncle Chen hurried back.
After receiving Qiao Lan's call last night, I couldn't sleep well anymore. After finally getting to the dawn, I drove straight back.
Tan Mo was too tired last night and hadn't woken up yet. Qiao Lan had been up for half an hour and was packing up the breakfast delivered by the nutritionist.
Uncle Chen quietly opened Tan Mo's holiday door, walked in and walked out silently.
After calling Qiao Lan in a low voice, Qiao Lan came back to her senses. She took her breakfast and sat on the other side of the dining table. After a while, she said, "Uncle Chen, Tan Mo's legs can actually be cured."
Chen Bo was silent, and after a while, he said, "It can be cured, but it is difficult. The success rate is less than 20%, and the treatment process is... very painful. The most important thing is..."
"It's Tan Mo who doesn't want to treat himself."
Uncle Chen was stunned, stared at Qiao Lan for a long time, and nodded sadly, "Yes, he doesn't want to cure at all."
It's all about retribution, he said.
After coming out of the kitchen, Qiao Lan stood on the balcony and took a deep breath. She had never felt powerless like this, she didn't know what to do or what to do. She always thought that Asper The personality disorder is already very serious, but what is even more serious is Tan Mo's extreme and deep-rooted thoughts.
At 9:30 in the morning, Tan Mo finally got up. He sat in a wheelchair and looked at the girl with her back to him. He had just woken up and his head was still awake. He suddenly remembered that Qiao Lan took care of him for half the night last night, and even Massage him with your hands.
The boy's entire back suddenly straightened again.
When Qiao Lan heard the movement, she turned her head. Tan Mo had just woken up, and her soft hair had not been cleaned up yet. A few strands of hair rose up restlessly, and the dull hair instantly made the boy who was still a little dumbfounded.
Qiao Lan smiled suddenly.
Tan Mo looked at the smile on Qiao Lan's face, facing the sun, the girl's smile was even brighter than the sun, and Tan Mo subconsciously wanted to return the same expression to Qiao Lan.
But he didn't know how to laugh, his facial muscles seemed to be out of order, and in the end it was still that weird and funny look.
Qiao Lan clapped her hands and walked over, looked at the boy and said, "I thought about what to do today, Tan Mo, I'll teach you how to recognize facial expressions and how to smile."