Li Lu slept all day and night. If she doesn't wake up again, I will send her to the hospital.
I put a glass of water, a bowl of medicine, and a bowl of porridge on the bedside table, and I said, "You can eat it yourself when you wake up."
Li Lu turned her back to me and didn't move.
I said, "I don't want to say it a second time."
Li Lu still maintained that posture, her voice was very low: "Give me a deadline."
"What deadline?"
"You can torture me, watch me laugh, whatever... Give me a deadline. I can't spend it with you aimlessly, and even if I want to, I'm not sure I'll consume that long. "
Her shoulders trembled slightly, and her whole figure was like a taut string.
"One month," I said, "within a month, if you can stop vomiting, I will let you see him."
The quilt made a rustling sound, Li Lu slowly sat up straight, looked at me, and then consciously picked up the porridge bowl by the bedside and started her difficult battle alone.
The woman came to the door a few times before. I contacted the security of the community, and went to the property to file a complaint. By the way, I prepared a case at the police station, and then I stopped.
This month for Li Lu has been very dark. She often lay on the bed howling and crying heartily, looking very weak.
Sometimes the residue of what I just ate still hangs on my lips, which makes me look very embarrassed. I am so thin and thin, but when the convulsions start, Qin Lang and I can hold the medicine down.
Every time Li Lu's performance improved, I would tell her a little bit about Xiaomu. She was like someone running in the dark who saw a little bit of brilliance, finally picked up the torch and could hold on.
I persuaded her to go to the hospital, but she refused, absolutely refused.
'Xipu Miao'. I pinched the white pills and pondered. Li Lu took a lot more than I had before, but she only knew how effective it was.
Li Lu vomited again and again, sitting by the bay window, staring blankly at the busy traffic outside the window. She was so thin and her bones were sticking out that she had to sit on a thick cushion to not feel pain. I gave her the medicine, and she whispered, "I don't want to take it."
"It's not a question of whether you want to eat or not."
"It's useless to eat it, it's just like that if you don't eat it, anyway, no matter how bad it is, it won't be so bad, I won't be stupid enough to commit suicide!"
"Instead of talking nonsense with me here, you might as well take two more pills."
Li Lu suddenly turned around, knocked over the medicine and water glass in my hand, and pointed at me: "I said I won't eat it! I promised you that you will not vomit within a month, and I will do it. Here you go! You don't have to do extra things here!"
I looked at the broken pieces of glass on the ground, and then looked at Li Lu, whose eyes were already red, and looked a little self-sacrificing. I raised my hand and gave her a slap in the face!
This was the first time I hit a woman, and I didn't feel guilty at all.
Li Lu's face turned to one side, and slowly and slowly retracted into the small ball like before, squatting and looking out the window, even the sound of gasping was cautious.
I fetched water and took the medicine again, and this time she ate it obediently.
Days become easygoing.
Just when I was relieved for Li Lu's obedience, another accident came unexpectedly.
I received a call from the hospital, and the voice on the other end was a little anxious. It sounded like I had been shot in the heart, so I dropped the landline and ran to the hospital.
On the way, I called Lan San and Qin Lang, and when I ordered Lan San, I even made a roar. By the time I got to the hospital, I was already sweating profusely and went straight to the operating room.
A nurse holding the operation notice shouted, "Li Xingchen's family! Who are Li Xingchen's family?"
I rushed up with a stride: "Me!"
"What is your relationship with the patient?"
"Friend, I'm his best friend!"
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After a long period of trouble, I still called the director directly, and then I avoided the link of the family signing, and I was exhausted and sat on the bench outside the operating room.
The nurse told me that Li Xingchen was injured by an explosion in the kitchen of a restaurant on the fourth floor of a shopping mall. He was not there at first, but ran over after hearing the sound of the explosion. He was also injured.
He kept calling my name when he was put into the ambulance in a coma, so the nurse found my number on his phone.
The operation was successful and not life-threatening, but the burns were extensive. The police who came to the hospital later said that Li Xingchen lifted the burning beam with his bare hands and pulled the pinned child out.
It is more appropriate to say that it is to run out, it should be said to get out. Half of his whole body was on fire, like a man on fire. As soon as he rushed out, he was held down by the firefighters and charged with a water cannon.
Half of his face was burnt, and even the back of his hand with both hands was in a mess, his hair was all burnt, and even the exposed eye and eyebrow were gone. I saw him coming out of the operating room, wrapped in thick bandages, asleep.
But at least alive.
Three hours later, Li Xingchen woke up slowly, first grunted in pain, then turned to see me, and laughed softly.
"It's good," he said.
This is the first time we've spoken since that time. I pursed my mouth: "It's all like this, what's the matter?"
He looked at the ceiling, half of his face was under the bandages, and the other half appeared serene: "Is that child... alive?"
"Well, alive, the burns are not bad. His family is taking care of him. You should still care about yourself."
After Li Xingchen heard it, he let out a long, long breath, then stretched out his hand, put it in front of him, and looked at it for a long, long time. Under the thick bandage, a little unwrapped wound could be exposed, as if it had been corroded by sulfuric acid, ugly, wrinkled, and bloody.
His movements were still very stiff, and the infusion tube was pulled. I quickly stood up and pressed him: "What are you doing?!"
He gave me a relaxed smile, a kind of comfort after breaking free from the shackles: "Lin Xian, look, I finally feel clean."
My whole body froze, my throat was itchy all of a sudden, I didn't dare to speak, I was afraid that I would cry when I opened my mouth.
It was so miserable, but he smiled like a child. He said that he was finally clean. Five years later, after washing his hands, the skin on his hands had faded layer after layer, and both palms were red as if they would bleed when touched, but he still couldn't wash away the filth in his heart. .
Today, he was finally let go.
After a long delay, I said to him: "Li Xingchen, what I said last time was angry... I still, I still regard you as my best friend."
"I know, Lin Xian. I haven't told you yet. I have made an itinerary to go to South Africa. I plan to travel around the world in the future, or support teaching or medical assistance... I may rarely return to China in the future. You need to see me more. Look, take a look and take one less look. Oh, but I'm so ugly now, you better look a little bit less."
He had just passed the anesthesia, and his speech was very empty, but he was still in the mood to make fun of me.
"Why... do you have to go?" I sat down beside his bed, "I'm not a person who disagrees, and I won't hold on to things."
Li Xingchen leaned over, looked at me with one eye, and closed it again: "No. Lin Xian, I have been struggling with you for five years, and now you have Qin Lang, this matter is finally over. I can too. Begin... Begin the next chapter of my life."
Yes, I remembered. Li Xingchen is a person who is not comfortable with the status quo. He used to love field exploration, rock climbing, mountain climbing and surfing so much, but he has been dormant by my side for so long.
But my life is destined to be the same as Tang Seng's study of scriptures. I have experienced ninety-nine-eighty-one difficulties before I can cultivate into a positive fruit. And Li Xingchen was also one of the difficulties.
So thank you, thank you, thank you for getting through it after all.
"Don't talk about it," I helped him tuck the quilt. "Sleep, and the injury will heal faster."
He grabbed a bit of fabric by my wrist: "If Qin Lang comes, remember to wake me up... I'm about to apologize to him."
"Good." LC