At twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, Nanyang's nose and mouth finally stopped bleeding. For insurance, the doctor hung another bag of plasma for her and transferred her from the emergency room to the advanced ward. Sun Guohui, Sun Xuxue, and Mei Zhongli sat around her bedside, daring not to make any noise, and just waited quietly for her to wake up.
At one o'clock, a full eight hours after she passed out of a coma, she slowly opened her eyes, her right hand trembled, and the retention needle on the back of her hand trembled.
In order to replenish her lost blood more quickly, her left and right hands were pierced with a lot of needles, and under the tape was an eye-catching bruise and red mark. Especially her right hand, because when she is in a coma, her right hand also suffers from nervous spasm, so the hanging needle always deviates from the blood vessel, and there are several cyan blood on the back of the hand covered with red and swollen needle eyes, like ugly fake flowers dotted on dead branches.
She squinted her eyes, distinguished the few people guarding the bed, and said in a hoarse voice, "You are here."
When the three of them saw that she was awake, they hurriedly got up and knelt down and saluted: "Meet the ancestors."
"stand up."
With permission, they got up and sat back down.
"Ancestor," Mei Zhongli paused, his voice full of pain, "Your health is getting worse and worse, right?"
Nanyang lowered his eyes, looked at the back of his hand riddled with holes, and said nothing.
Sun Guohui said: "Ancestor, we are really worried... If she can't remember you again, you will suddenly be like this... "
"Is that bad?"
Nanyang said lightly, with no emotion in his eyes, "I used to be afraid, afraid that she would not remember my words, and I would live forever alone. Now it seems that the worst outcome is to die sooner. This is already good. , is better than a man who lives indefinitely."
"Ancestor, but how can we just look at you like this..." Mei Zhongli's turbid eyes filled with moisture.
"You don't have to be too pessimistic, and you don't have to be too sad." Nan Yang's eyes were a little relieved, "Everyone dies, and the passing of life is nothing but the reincarnation of heaven, and all things follow the same rules, even if I don't die in recent years, decades The same is true for the future. Three thousand years ago, I have tasted the taste of death once, so I am not afraid of death. The only thing I worry about... is not being able to stay with her for a long time."
Nanyang pursed his lips, and there was an imperceptible trembling in his voice:
"I also want to accompany her to the end. But she can't remember me, what can I do?"
"Ancestor, we should be damned, we are all useless..."
Sun Guohui hunched down deeply, and the old man who had passed his old age began to cry regretfully.
"It's not your fault, you've done a great job."
Nanyang paused, folded his arms, tried to prop himself up, and wanted to sit up.
Sun Xuxue hurriedly supported her arm: "Ancestor, you are still weak, why don't you lie down?"
"It's very late, right?" Nanyang asked.
Sun Xuxue nodded: "Yes, it's half past one in the morning, and your body hasn't recovered yet, so sleep here for one night."
"It turns out that it's already so late..." A rare trace of panic slipped through Nanyang's eyes, "I have to go back quickly."
Mei Zhongli immediately dissuaded: "Old Ancestor, your condition is still very bad, and you must not be discharged easily! The doctor said that you need to hang at least another blood bag to get out of bed, and you may have another attack tonight, we have to guarantee I can give you an analgesic injection in time, and it must not be at this time... "
"I'm fine," Nan Yang didn't pay attention to what Mei Zhongli said, and only said to Sun Xuxue, "Xu Xue, bring a shirt of mine when I ask you to come here, did you bring it?"
She knew that her clothes would be stained with blood, so she told Sun Xuxue to get ready early in the morning.
Sun Xuxue did not dare to speak, and carefully glanced at Sun Guohui's face.
Sun Guohui showed no expression and did not speak.
"Give it to me." Nanyang stretched out his hand.
Sun Xuxue was the same as the sandwich biscuits. He looked at Sun Guohui on the left and Mei Zhongli on the right. In the end, he gritted his teeth and took the bag with clothes and handed it to Nanyang.
Mei Zhongli seemed to want to say something else, but he also understood Nan Yang's temperament and knew that she was always right, so he could only sigh and leave the ward with Sun Guohui and Sun Xuxue.
Nanyang pulled out the needle and retention needle on the back of his hand, changed his clothes, put on his shoes, and when he was about to go out, he paused and looked at the back of his hand, which was full of pinholes.
She stood for a while, then suddenly turned around, picked up a glass on the bedside table, knocked it on the ground, and knocked out a broken piece. She held the sharp shard, aimed the sharpest point at the eye of the needle on the back of her hand, and slashed it down fiercely.
A wound is not enough to cover up those dense needle holes, so she made many strokes, criss-crossing it, until the blood was blurred and the eyes were devastated. Looking at her bloody hands, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief and went out to ask the doctor on duty to do a brief bandage on her.
Sun Xuxue looked at her hand, and the distress in her eyes was overflowing: "Ancestor, what are you doing here?"
"…I can't let her know."
Can't let her know everything behind this.
Nanyang held the gauze wrapped in his palm, and there was a soft smile in his pupils.
That would be nice so she wouldn't find herself getting so many shots.
After doing all this, it was almost three in the morning. It was raining all the time outside, and there was a slight tendency to turn into a heavy rain. Mei Zhongli called a special car to take Nanyang back to the hotel, and he also escorted him.
At the door of the hotel, as soon as the car door opened, Nan Yang stepped out.
Mei Zhongli frantically took out the umbrella from the side: "Ancestor, umbrella..."
Nanyang's back was far away, and his lone and thin body was exposed to the heavy rain, turning blurry in the mist of water, as if drawing and painting.
Mei Zhongli weakly shook the umbrella in his handshake, and after a while, he sighed.
The rain was so heavy that she was soaked wet just from the distance from the car to the hotel. The hands that had just been bandaged were also covered with rain, and the gauze was sticky on the back of the fleshy hands, but she didn't even frown.
Go all the way into the lobby, get on the elevator, go through the corridor, and find your room.
It's three o'clock, so late, it stands to reason that Qing Huan should have gone to bed earlier. But Nanyang has a feeling that she is not sleeping, she is waiting for herself. It was because of this feeling that she desperately escaped from the hospital and returned to her side.
The door card is swiped, and there is a clear door opening sound.
The door was gently opened, and the darkness inside the door was released little by little.
The lights were not turned on, but she could still see the slender figure sitting stiffly in the corner of the big bed.
Nanyang walked in and inserted the door card into the power supply slot, but did not choose to turn on the light immediately. She took two tentative steps forward, and the rain on her hair and chin fell drop by drop on the clean floor, dragging a wet streak.
Qing Huan slowly turned her head, even in the dark, she could see those red eyes.
"Nanyang?"
she whispered uncertainly.
"Um."
Nanyang replied.
Qing Huan shook and stood up. She must have been sitting for too long, her legs and feet were numb, and she stumbled a little when she came over. When she approached, Nan Yang stretched out his arms, pulled her into his arms, and hugged her tightly.
Qing Huan immediately hugged her wet back, sobbing in her nose:
"You are finally back… "
"I knew you would wait for me, so I came back." Nanyang buried his rain-soaked face in his long soft curly hair, "I'm sorry, I came back late."
"You don't need to say I'm sorry, you already said that you will come back at night," Qing Huan was clearly too sad, she was still crying, and still wanted to comfort the woman in her arms gently, "It's also night, you, you don't need to apologize. "
"...Aren't you angry?"
"I'm not angry," Qing Huan shook her head vigorously, "I'm just worried about you, worried about what happened to you. I called you, but no one answered, and then I turned off the phone when I called again. I... I know I shouldn't call you. You make so many calls, but I don't know if it's inconvenient or impossible for you to answer, I don't want to disturb your personal affairs, I'm just worried about your safety... "
As she spoke, she bit her lip, like walking on thin ice in the abyss, "I'm sorry, I can't leave you like this, will you hate me?"
Since she hasn't returned for a long time, Qing Huan's first thought is not to blame herself for the missed appointment, nor to suspect the person she will meet, but to worry about whether her phone call will cause trouble to herself, or even whether her dependence will make her produce disgust.
Nanyang hugged her a little tighter, full of guilt.
"Don't think about it, how can I hate you."
"But I..."
"I can't live without you, Qing Huan."
Qing Huan lowered her head, and after hearing this sentence, her erratic heart finally settled down.
Nanyang touched the delicately curved curly hair, and suddenly realized that he was all wet, and he had also wet the Qinghuan in his arms, and immediately released his hand and pulled a distance to look down. Sure enough, the clothes in front of Qinghuan were also stained with mottled rain stains.
It was only when Qing Huan found out about this problem that she felt even more uncomfortable: "Did you come back in the shower?"
"No, it's only a short distance." Nanyang let go of her, "I'll change my clothes, and you'll change too."
Qinghuan nodded, and when Nanyang brushed shoulders with her to get new clothes, she saw the pair of gauze-covered hands against the night light outside the window, and her heart tightened: "What's wrong with your hands?"
Nanyang didn't hide it too much, and raised his hand to show Qinghuan: "I accidentally broke the cup when I poured water, and cut my hand by the debris. It has been bandaged, it's fine."
"You're thirty-five years old, why are you still so careless?" Qing Huan frowned, all her thoughts vanished because of Nan Yang's injury, and all her attention was on this woman who couldn't take good care of herself On the body, "What a big boss. I'm used to being served, and the water is not good. The gauze is wet. I'll give you some medicine later."
"No, the wound is ugly, don't look at it." Nan Yang put away his hand.
"It's just a wound. I haven't seen anything on you? Is there anything I'm not allowed to see..."
Nanyang opened his mouth, and wrapped the words "presumptuous" in his mouth.
Qing Huan paused for a long time, then hesitantly muttered:
"Why do I think... At this time, you should say 'presumptuous'?"
Nanyang looked at her, and the corners of his lips curled slightly:
"It's okay, I like your presumptuousness."