Lu Qiang jumped out in one step, full of evil spirits.
Genzi has quick eyes and quick hands, and at this time, he can't care about anything else, so he hugged him from behind.
"Brother Qiang, Brother Qiang, don't go..." He tried to dissuade in a low voice. Genzi's eye circles are a little hot. I have the impression that Lu Qiang is ruthless in his actions, but he can weigh the priorities and deal with things calmly. He has never been so impulsive. Now he is fighting to the death, killing people and taking his life. The roots have to be blocked.
But he was thin and thin, and he could barely wrap around Lu Qiang's waist and arms. When he elbowed back, he took a few steps back.
Lu Qiang rushed towards the door like a demon. His arms and front were covered with blood, and there were a few drops on his cheeks. His eyes were full of anger, and his facial muscles were tense.
Genzi stabilized his feet, stepped forward to chase him out again, turned around and pushed his chest. Lu Qiang's speed buffer.
He raised his arm to block the elevator door, with a firm attitude: "Brother, I can't let you go."
Lu Qiang said, "Go away, Lao Tzu."
He scratched his neck: "Don't roll."
Lu Qiang stabbed all over his body, trembling tensely, stepped forward to grab his front, and growled hoarsely: "That beast moved Yinyin, do you know?" Genzi left his feet off the ground, staring at him in panic, Lu Qiang's eyes were red, "It's my woman lying in it, I'm afraid she'll hurt if I touch it, look what kind of character she is now!... I fucking cut that bastard."
Lu Qiang threw him away and slapped the elevator button with his palm.
The root was anxious, and a puff of anger surged in his heart, he rushed over and grabbed his arm with a low cry, and after a round of violence, Lu Qiang was actually pulled away from the door by him.
"You don't want to go anywhere!"
Lu Qiang punched him on the left side of the face: "Don't fucking wait for me to destroy you first, get out."
Genzi covered his face, he didn't know where the courage came from, he half-jumped up and hit him on the chin, pressing his whole body weight, Lu Qiang hit his back against the wall. Genzi said excitedly: "If you feel sorry for her, you should stay here now and don't go anywhere!"
Lu Qiang's body froze, and he breathed a sigh of relief: "Brother Qiang, don't be impulsive..."
He subconsciously wanted to break free, but he pushed hard: "My sister-in-law is still being rescued inside, you can't leave at this time. Everything depends on her being out of danger. How do you want to deal with that beast, Brother Qiang, I'll be with you."
Genzi choked up a little at the end. Lu Qiang broke free from him, turned around abruptly, punched the wall with his fist, and the window next to him trembled.
The door of the operating room opened suddenly. The nurse took off her mask and pointed at them: "Do you want to save the people inside?"
Genzi took a quick look at Lu Qiang, seeing that he was much calmer now, and hurried to the operating room a few steps: "Save, save, the doctor must save the life, we will give you whatever money you have."
The nurse was exasperated: "I want to rescue you to fight."
"No more fights, doctor, no more fights...I'm so sorry."
The nurse frowned at Lu Qiang and swept him away: "Keep quiet."
"Hey, okay..."
The door of the operating room was closed again, the corridor was empty, and there was an eerie silence for a moment. When Genzi turned his head, Lu Qiang sat down on the ground, buried his head, and covered his eyes with his palms.
He rubbed his face, stood there for a while, and sat down on the edge of the chair, not daring to go over.
Within five minutes, the elevator dinged, followed by chaotic footsteps. The ambulance just arrived, and several doctors rushed in pushing the hospital bed. The taxi driver had already fallen into a coma, and his blood-stained palms were on the edge of the bed.
Lu Qiang wiped his face, clenched his fists, and saw a group of people rushing into the operating room with red eyes.
After another ten minutes, before the elevator door opened, a woman was heard crying. A girl in her twenties supported the middle-aged woman and stumbled along the way. The woman had half her head of white hair and was crying uncontrollably. The girl was still wearing slippers and pajamas, her face was full of tears.
The two rushed to the door, crying heart-piercingly.
Lu Qiang rested his elbows on his knees and grabbed his short hair with his palms.
He used to be precarious when he licked blood with a knife. If he was not careful, his life would be gone, but he was never afraid. In the first month of his imprisonment, he heard the news of his father's death. At that time, he was suffering, regretful, confused, and never afraid. After awakening, he became firm and went back to the right path.
But half an hour ago, when the taxi smashed into pieces in front of his eyes, Lu Yin was covered in blood in the carriage, her breathing was weak, her eyes closed and she didn't know if she would wake up, and along the way, he tried his best to coax her to talk, Coaxing her not to sleep, his heart was clenched together, his fingertips were trembling and cold, and he knew what it meant to be afraid.
Buzzing and crying in the ear, echoing in the corridor, Lu Qiang was in a state of confusion.
He grabbed the wreckage of the mobile phone on the ground and threw it at the opposite wall: "Stop fucking howling, the people inside are not dead yet."
He had a ferocious look on his face, as if he was about to eat people, the two of them trembled and their voices became quieter.
Genzi immediately stepped forward to explain, saying not to affect the doctor's operation.
The woman was at a loss, and hurriedly nodded blankly, tears were wiped from her face, and a low sob came out of her throat.
Genzi helped them onto the bench. The four of them faced the operating room, and every second became a torment.
After an unknown period of time, the door of the operating room opened again, and it was still the female nurse just now, holding two documents in her hand, "Who is Lu Yin's family? And Zhao Ximin's family?"
The woman said, "I am, I am!"
Lu Qiang's heart skipped a beat, and he jumped up a few steps to her: "Is the operation over?"
"What are you thinking!" The nurse frowned, seeing his dirty body, she turned her head and said, "This is a critical illness notice, sign it quickly."
Time seemed to stand still for two seconds.
Lu Qiang clamped her arm fiercely: "What?"
The female nurse let out a low cry, and her shoulders were pinched by him, "What are you doing? Let go quickly."
Lu Qiang tightened his mouth: "What the hell did you say?"
The nurse was so frightened by him that she put away her previous arrogance and answered seriously: "The patient suffered shock during the operation, the solid organs were ruptured to varying degrees, and the facet joints of the cervical spine were slightly dislocated. Due to the impact, the head suffered a moderate cranial Brain injury, we need to perform debridement surgery immediately," she paused: "The form needs to be signed by the family members...the operation has certain risks."
Lu Qiang's heart burst, his lips were pale, and he asked with difficulty: "Can you save me?"
The nurse showed some sympathy, no matter how brutal his appearance was, he could still see the fear in his heart. It was inconvenient for her to say more, she just said: "Hurry up and sign, we will prepare for the operation immediately."
She stuffed the document into Lu Qiang's hand, and turned to look for Zhao Ximin's family members, who were crying.
Lu Qiang couldn't hold the pen, lowered his head, and scanned a few fatal words, tending to deteriorate, critically ill, life-threatening at any time, organ rupture, spinal dislocation, and brain injury.
Fear almost engulfed him, his eyes were blurred, he suddenly raised his head, and his Adam's apple rolled with difficulty.
Genzi was anxious, and said softly: "Brother, hurry up and sign."
The nurse came over: "Have you signed it yet?...Why haven't you signed it yet?"
Lu Qiang squeezed the paper tightly.
The nurse said: "Don't delay things, time is precious."
Gen Zi jumped to his feet, trying to snatch the document from him: "I'll sign it!"
Lu Qiang turned sideways to avoid him, his fingers trembled, and wrote two large characters formally and crookedly at the bottom of the document.
The female nurse took the document from his hand, and when she turned around, someone grabbed her wrist again, this time with a gentle force.
When she turned her head, the man stared at her, almost pleading: "Save her," he swallowed, "Please."
The nurse was moved: "We will do our best."
She glanced at his name subconsciously, and paused: "Your name is Lu Qiang?"
Lu Qiang looked at her.
The nurse sighed: "The patient inside called this name when he was awake."
The lights in the operating room came on again.
In the ethereal night, at the end of the corridor, there was a painful roar, followed by a suppressed and almost distorted whimper.
...
This night is doomed to sleepless, spent in torment and waiting.
Seven hours into the operation, the doctor came out first and took off his mask with a tired face.
Genzi looked at Lu Qiang, and hurried over, "Doctor, can you tell me about the situation?"
The doctor said: "The blood clot in the patient's brain is basically cleared, and now he is transferred to the ICU. The first three days are a dangerous period. If he can pass it smoothly, he can be transferred to the general ward."
Genzi said, "Thank you for your hard work."
The other party smiled: "Let the family members put on sterile clothes in a while, and stay with the patient for a few minutes."
Lu Yin was transferred to the ICU. She arrived in a hurry and did not apply for independent custody. Lu Qiang was asked to wash his hands, put on a sterile suit and shoe covers, and follow the nurses in.
There are more than a dozen patients in the intensive care unit, which are not partitioned. They are filled with various instruments, and the vital signs of the patients are accurately reflected through the display screen.
This place was filled with the breath of dying, Lu Qiang couldn't breathe, and every step he took was extremely difficult.
Lu Yin was still in a coma. Her head was wrapped with gauze, her neck and shoulders were fixed with braces, and her body was covered with a white sheet. The only small face exposed to the outside was slightly swollen, and the thin fog in the ventilator reminded him that Lu Yin was still by his side.
Without a stool, Lu Qiang stood by the bed in a daze. He didn't dare to approach her or touch her, for fear that a slight movement would affect the operation of the instrument.
It took a long time to remember, he moved forward stiffly, lifted the quilt beside her slightly, Lu Yin's index finger was holding the pulse monitor, with the tiger's mouth facing upwards, and loosely bent. Lu Qiang clenched his fist at his side, then slowly loosened it, and inserted his index finger into her tiger's mouth.
Her hands were freezing cold.
There was a sudden sharp piercing sound from the instrument next to his ear, and he panicked and quickly withdrew his hand. There was a mess of footsteps behind him, the patient in the next bed suddenly had shortness of breath, the data on the display screen jumped irregularly, and several doctors surrounded him for rescue.
Someone came over and asked Lu Qiang to go out.
Lu Qiang stared in that direction, without moving.
Not long after, a piercing and undulating sound resounded through the room. The doctor shook his head regretfully, and finally put a blank sheet on the other side.
A fresh life, from birth to death, is only a few seconds, nothing comes and goes, flowers bloom and fall, and it is only mere.
At that moment, Lu Qiang suddenly smiled in relief, and calmed down exceptionally.
The nurse came to urge again.
He half bent down, put his hands lightly on the side of the bed, touched her forehead with his lips, and whispered a few words in his ear.
He hoped that she could hear everything he said.
***
When Lu Qiang came out of the ICU, Genzi had already completed the formalities.
"Is there any smoke?"
Turn the roots out and pass them over.
"I'm going downstairs to catch my breath."
His attitude has changed too much, and he is nervous at the root: "I will go too."
Lu Qiang looked back at him, but didn't stop him.
At three o'clock in the morning, the temperature was comfortable and cool, and there was no one on the hospital lawn.
Lu Qiang sat down and faced the inpatient building. Most of the windows were dark, and only a few were dimly lit.
Lu Qiang didn't know where Lu Yin was, he stared at the front for a long time, shook out a cigarette from the cigarette case, lit it and threw it to him.
The two sat silently on the grass, smoking slowly.
Lu Qiang tapped the second one: "How is the taxi driver?"
Genzi said: "The injury may be more serious than my sister-in-law. It came out behind her." He glanced at him: "I heard that the left leg was amputated."
Lu Qiang clenched his hands, took a sharp puff of the cigarette, and the mist melted into the night. After a moment of silence, he took out a card from his wallet: "You keep the surgery fee, and send the rest to others."
Genzi paused before taking it over: "Give them all?"
"Give them all."
Lu Qiang didn't smoke the third one, but crushed it with two fingers to look around, then put it back in his pocket.
He lay on his back on the grass. After being highly tense, he collapsed. The grass roots on the ground pierced his skin, and he was unconscious.
The roots also lie down.
Lu Qiang glanced at him sideways, and patted his thin chest: "Does it still hurt?" He asked about the punch he had punched before.
Genzi touched his face, duplicity: "It doesn't hurt."
Lu Qiang didn't speak, he said anxiously: "Brother, I was anxious at the time, and punched you too, don't hold grudges."
Lu Qiang put his hands on the back of his head, and his heart became hot: "Small energy, how about tickling?"
Genzi laughed and adjusted his posture a little.
The two looked at the sky, having the illusion of being reborn after a catastrophe.
Genzi pondered for a long time, but still asked: "Brother Qiang, how are you going to deal with Chen Sheng?"
Lu Qiang bit his lower lip hard with his teeth, and said with a grim expression, "Fuck him to death."
Last year, when Chen Sheng attacked him at the entrance of the alley, Lu Qiang was covered in injuries, and he endured it all his life and did not fight back. Working together for many years, Chen Sheng understands his nature and knows how to provoke him. A few days ago, he saw the two reluctantly leaving in the car, and after finding out that they were married, Chen Sheng knew that this woman meant a lot to Lu Qiang, and it would be more interesting to touch her than him.
He lacked some consideration, but he felt refreshed when he heard Lu Qiang's out-of-control voice on the phone. Today is not what it used to be, and with his current status, he doesn't take Lu Qiang seriously at all.
Genzi asked, "What about Old Qiu?"
Lu Qiang paused, then touched his pocket subconsciously: "Where is my phone?" After asking, he stopped and touched the root cause: "Mobile phone."
He handed him the phone and offered Lu Qiang's calling card.
Lu Qiang let out a short airflow from his nose, patted his head, and took the card over.
Playing in his hand for a while, Genzi said: "Old Qiu is too snobbish, you know him best, he is vicious and merciless in his attacks, I am afraid that if I touch him, he will attack you and sister-in-law."
Lu Qiang looked at the sky.
Genzi murmured to himself, and said hey: "If it's a big deal, I'll leave. Zhangzhou is not a place where I can stay. When the time comes, I will go with you."
Lu Qiang sat up straight, picked up the cigarette case from the grass, and started smoking again.
Genzi crossed his legs and came up with an idea: "Immigration is also fine, anyway, you have money in your account."
Lu Qiang put his palm on his lips: "Immigration?"
"That's right. You and your sister-in-law have no relatives or reasons here. When the time comes, pick up my old lady and go out. You don't have to worry about food and clothing."
A large portion of the ash condensed, and with his fingers hanging by his lips, Lu Qiang didn't take a sip, and finally crushed it out.
He sat quietly on the grass and didn't speak for a long time.
An hour passed like this, and the sky would turn white.
At four o'clock in the morning, Lu Qiang put on his phone card, called out the number, and called.
The other party picked it up quickly.
Lu Qiang said, "I have one condition."
Over there happily: "Say."
Guarantee the personal safety of Lu Yin and me.
50th
It took Lu Qiang an hour to make a decision, and by eight o'clock, he would explain everything to Genzi and ask him to make this big trip.
Before Genzi left, he left his mobile phone so that he could contact people in the future.
Lu Qiang didn't close his eyes all night, wiped his face casually in the bathroom, put on a sterile suit and went inside to see Lu Yin again, she didn't show any improvement, her eyes were calmly closed, her breathing was shallow and weak, only the regular sound of the instrument reminded her Vital signs were normal.
The ICU was still dull, but this time when Lu Qiang grabbed her hand, there seemed to be a little warmth.
His heart fell back halfway, he bowed his body, and floated above, carefully avoiding the tube inserted into her body. The surrounding was very quiet, the light above the head was light and cold, they were no different from an ordinary couple, Lu Qiang rubbed her face with his fingers, there was a light yellow mark on the gauze, with a faded red, her forehead was not as smooth as before, stained With potion.
Lu Qiang looked at her quietly, his eyes reluctant to leave, every second was like the last, it seemed precious.
The visiting time was only five minutes, and the nurse came to urge me.
Lu Qiang looked at her for a few more seconds, kissed her cheek lightly, and murmured in a low voice: "Don't be afraid, I will guard you outside."
Lu Qiang came out and walked to the window. The sun was rising outside, and the light was melted into spots of light by the shaking leaves.
He propped himself on the window sill and squinted at the lawn downstairs, feeling as if he had passed away. Yesterday was like going through a nightmare, some fragments inadvertently jumped into my mind, the truck rampaged, the taxi rolled continuously, her screams, her short and difficult breathing under the car, and the blood in his eyes.
Lu Qiang took a sharp breath, lowered his head, and felt palpitations.
He straightened up, went to the smoking room to smoke a cigarette, and came out to sit on the bench at the end. Spreading his legs apart, resting his head against the wall behind him, his mind was freed, and the drowsiness swept over him.
It didn't take long for him to lie down on his side on the bench, regardless of his image, with his arms folded and his head resting on the armrest. He was in a daze, wondering if he was asleep or not, and there were empty noises in his ears, accompanied by occasional messy footsteps.
He really fell asleep for only ten minutes, and only felt someone calling him in his ear. In a trance, Lu Qiang's nerves froze, he jumped up from the bench, and was about to walk to the intensive care unit.
Dalong grabbed him: "Brother Qiang, where are you going?"
Lu Qiang's heart was beating wildly, and the chaotic rhythm quickly broke through his throat. After seeing that it was Dalong and Kundong, he slumped back on the chair and rubbed his face: "Why are you here?"
Dalong said: "Genzi called me before he left, or we didn't know."
Kun Dong stood by the window: "Brother Qiang, how is sister-in-law?"
Lu Qiang said: "In the intensive care unit, I am still awake."
"Did that bastard named Chen really do it?"
Lu Qiang put his elbows on his knees: "Yes."
Dalong threw the car keys aside in his hand, and said indignantly: "That son of a bitch was against us in the past. He has a belly full of gossip, and he dies every day because he is afraid that he will live too long." He bent down, Look at Lu Qiang: "Brother Qiang, how do you want to deal with him, tell me, the brothers will do it with you."
Lu Qiang looked back at him and smiled: "It's none of your business, what should you do?"
Kun Dong sat on the other side of Lu Qiang, and said excitedly, "We have to go. You used to cover us. Now that my sister-in-law is busy, it would be ungrateful to watch the excitement with open eyes."
"Yes", Dalong immediately clapped his hands in response.
Lu Qiang is not in the mood to talk about this now, so he patted the two of them on the shoulders and pressed heavily: "It's enough if you have the heart."
After sitting for a few more minutes, the three of them went to the smoking room to smoke. Kun Dong asked him if he had eaten.
It was only then that Lu Qiang remembered that from yesterday afternoon to now, he hadn't had any water or rice.
Lu Qiang said, "I'm not hungry."
Kun Dong pinched the cigarette: "That won't work. You two smoke first, and I'll go downstairs to see what to eat."
Not long after, Kun Dong bought a bunch of them and put them on the bench next to him. Lu Qiang looked through, there were steamed buns, fried dough sticks, soy milk and black rice porridge, and some small pickles. He picked up a steamed stuffed bun, barely took two bites, his throat was blocked and he couldn't swallow it at all. He threw the remaining half back into the bag, got up and half leaned against the window.
Dalong handed over a bottle of water, and asked hesitantly, "Tomorrow... what about my hometown?"
Lu Qiang unscrewed half of the bottle cap, paused for a few seconds, and remembered that tomorrow is a big day after being reminded. He put the mineral water on the window sill, looked outside, and didn't speak for a long time.
It was not until evening that Lu Qiang called Qian Yuanqing. He told the truth and told her what happened yesterday.
There was silence for a long time, Qian Yuanqing sighed: "What a crime."
Looking at the distant night outside, Lu Qiang's mood sank to the bottom.
Hearing his tone, Qian Yuanqing didn't have the heart to blame, and only asked: "Is that girl seriously injured?"
Lu Qiang thought for a while, and avoided the seriousness: "I just finished the operation yesterday."
"Can you take care of yourself?"
Lu Qiang said, "I can do it."
"Then I'll notify them of the postponement tomorrow, and I'll go see her when things are done."
Lu Qiang said: "Don't come, you can't find it."
The distance from her hometown to Zhangzhou is more than 1,000 kilometers, and there are long-distance buses and planes. Qian Yuanqing has lived in the village all her life, and the number of times she has been to Wuqing County is limited. She is illiterate, does not have a mobile phone, and is not used to using a wallet. Tie on the waistband. Lu Qiang was worried.
There was no words over there, Lu Qiang said: "Look at it for a few more days, if it doesn't work, I'll ask someone to pick you up."
Qian Yuanqing made no excuses, and hung up the phone after explaining a few words.
...
During the three days in the intensive care unit, Lu Qiang stayed close to every step, and spent the night on a bench in the corridor to deal with it. The nurse stopped him several times, saying that no one could sleep here, and told him to rest assured that there was a doctor on duty in the ICU, and he would be notified as soon as any problem occurred.
Lu Qiang refused to leave, and took money out of his wallet to pay the nurse for accommodation.
The nurse didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and repeatedly let him go without persuading him.
On the morning of the fourth day, Dalong and Kun Dong came over early.
Lu Yin was pushed out of the ICU and transferred to the advanced ward upstairs, which has a TV sofa, separate bathroom, and a simple kitchenette.
The doctors worked together to move her to the hospital bed. She had all the instruments on her body and needed oxygen to breathe. She was still comatose and showed no signs of waking up.
Lu Qiang stood against the wall, seeing the busy crowd in front of him, feeling scared and at a loss in his heart.
After adjusting the display screen, the doctor wrote down a few notes in the notebook in his hand, told the nurse to change the medicine and infusion, and hurried out.
Lu Qiang stopped her: "Doctor, how is she doing now?"
The doctor said: "The patient was sent in a timely manner. We operated on her as soon as possible. The congestion in her brain was basically cleared up. Judging from the monitoring response, she recovered well."
Hearing this, Lu Qiang stretched his entire face outwards, hooked the corners of his lips, and then asked, "Then when will she wake up? She has been in a coma for three days."
"One to two weeks is within the normal range," he said after a pause, and put the ugliness first: "However, some uncontrollable factors cannot be ruled out. There have also been cases of late-stage disease progression before, and the survival of brain stem cells decreased. , leading directly to brain death."
Lu Qiang froze all of a sudden, and the line of his lips was straightened. Seeing his expression, the doctor hurriedly said: "Don't worry, the chance of this is very small, and the patient's vitality is very tenacious." After speaking, he swept his eyes down and said to Lu Qiang: "You don't need to be here all the time, let your friends help you. Take care, go back to rest properly, take a bath and relax."
Lu Qiang's mood went up and down, "I'm not tired."
The doctor put his fist against his lips and coughed lightly: "Actually, the patient's immunity is weak during the recovery period, and he needs a good environment..."
Lu Qiang paused and understood.
He was still wearing a gray undershirt from a few days ago, with salt stains on the neckline, and the blood stains on the front were dry and darkened.
He didn't dare to leave, and he didn't take a bath in three days.
Lu Qiang touched his forehead with his finger: "Thank you doctor."
"You're welcome."
After all, he was still worried, so he gave the key to Kun Dong, and asked him to go back to pack some clothes and toiletries, and take a shower in the bathroom of the ward.
Dalong and the others had eaten lunch and left after three o'clock in the afternoon. The ward became quiet, and there were only the two of them left.
Lu Qiang moved a stool and sat beside the bed. Lu Yin's face was pale, and her lips were dry with fine lines. He took a cotton swab and dipped it in some water, and wiped it gently on her lips. The weather was hot, and the air conditioner in the ward did not dare to turn it down too low, and her cheeks and arms were covered with fine sweat.
Lu Qiang asked the nurse, brought warm water from the bathroom, turned up the air conditioner a few degrees, and wiped her hands and face with a wet towel. A corner of Bo was lifted, and the large hospital gown was unbuttoned. Her inner clothes were removed before the operation, and Lu Qiang could see clearly.
From the chest to the upper abdomen more than ten centimeters, covered with medical tape, the entire chest was covered with iodine solution left over from the operation, and the turbid yellow covered the original whiteness.
There will be an ugly scar on her smooth body in the future, and behind it is the pain and torture she has suffered today.
Lu Qiang clenched his fists, his temples throbbed, and he unconsciously revealed a sinister look in his eyes.
***
In the next few days, Lu Qiang has been sleeping on the sofa next to him, facing each other day and night, and Lu Yin is still the same.
There are still a few days left before the time given by the doctor. Lu Qiang asked repeatedly, but there is no other way but to wait.
He often sat on the stool and looked at her blankly, eager to catch her eyelids trembling slightly, or suddenly opened her eyes and smiled at him. Time passed in agony, every minute of anticipation ended in disappointment.
Lu Qiang looked at the time, at eleven o'clock at night, he got up and helped Lu Yin cover the quilt, leaving only one wall lamp.
He lay down on the sofa, closed his eyes, his mind was confused, and he didn't know how long it took before he fell asleep.
He couldn't sleep well all the time, and he vaguely heard a slight sound on the bed, and the regular sound of the instrument in his ear suddenly lost its rhythm and made a shrill sound.
Lu Qiang jumped up violently, froze for two seconds, and jumped to the side of the bed in a few steps.
Lu Yin's condition was not good, the white mist in the oxygen mask was short and thick, she opened her mouth wide, her chest rose and fell rapidly, trying to inhale more oxygen.
Both hands clenched the quilt tightly, legs kept kicking on the bed, brows were furrowed, and his expression was extremely painful...
Lu Qiang was terrified: "Yinyin... Yinyin, why are you uncomfortable?" He went to fix her hand, not daring to use force, and tightly circled her.
He patted the beeper on the bedside and shouted outside: "Doctor, doctor!"
But no matter how you called, no one came in.
Time passed by, and gradually, Lu Yin's movements slowed down and returned to the state before coma, and the white mist in the ventilator became thinner and thinner until it disappeared.
The nearby instrument emits a constant beeping sound.
Lu Qiang realized something, overwhelming pain hit him: "Ah—"
...
"ah-"
Lu Qiang bounced off the sofa, dripping with cold sweat, dripping down his neck and into his collar. His chest heaved uncontrollably, his whole body was trembling uncontrollably, and he looked towards the bed subconsciously.
The ward was quiet and comfortable, and the equipment next to it was operating normally, and everything was as usual without any abnormalities. He stared at her chest, trying to confirm the faint ups and downs. After calming down for a moment, Lu Qiang lifted up the hem of his clothes and wiped the sweat from his forehead, then got up and sat on the stool.
Sitting blankly for a long time, Lu Qiang stared at her intently, his eyes turned red, he raised his head and blinked, his Adam's apple rolled, and it took a long time to look back. He pulled the stool forward, held her hand, rubbed it in his palm, and then put it to his lips to kiss.
He asked her with a wry smile: "How long do you want to sleep? Huh? Baby."
The voice was empty, echoing in the cold room, Lu Qiang lowered his head, and gently covered his eyes with her palm.
The room was silent.
Lu Qiang lay beside the bed all night, and at six or seven in the morning, the corridor gradually became noisy.
He closed his eyes, his forehead pressed against the back of his hand, and something scratched his temple.
In the ear, someone whispered a word to him.