The poison was detoxified in time, but the damage was unavoidable, and it went deep into the bone marrow.
Chen Mingsheng was placed in a single ward. When Yang Zhao opened the door, he was resting.
Wen Lei said softly beside her: "His mental state is not very good, he often falls into a coma, you..."
"I'll accompany him for a while," Yang Zhao said.
Wen Lei nodded and closed the door with his backhand.
He leaned against the door, as if he had lost all strength.
He still remembered the scene when he rescued Chen Mingsheng that day. Old Xu was like crazy, yelling in the hospital, not even knowing that he lost a shoe.
It was a dark night, darker than anything else.
There was a row of stools outside the emergency room, but no one was sitting on them. Old Xu was beating hard on the wall outside the ward, making a sound like thunder. When the doctors and nurses from the hospital came out, they saw a row of people in dirty clothes. They stopped him with words, and Lao Xu squatted at the door holding his breath, his hands shaking as he pressed his face.
There were four people who came to the hospital together. Besides Lao Xu and Wen Lei, there was another person who came with them. Wen Lei didn't stay at the scene. He made an excuse and went to the bathroom.
He thought of Chen Mingsheng's face, and of him holding his hand tightly. At that time, his expression was already a little slack, but he still told them—
"Catch them."
Wen Lei cried like a fool in the bathroom.
Such a high-purity drug was directly injected in large doses, and Chen Ming's life and death were uncertain.
Moreover, even if he was rescued, such strong poisoning would still cause indelible damage to his body. Many unforeseen sequelae are likely to accompany him throughout his life.
lifetime.
Wen Lei thought about Chen Mingsheng, and the last thing he thought of was not his heroic deeds, but that day, that winter day, when Chen Mingsheng was with him in that small room, and he was sitting next to him smoking a cigarette, and then took a cigarette from his hand. He grabbed the computer, turned on the weather system on the desktop, and found Yang Zhao's city.
Then, he looked at the little snowflake and remained silent.
Wen Lei turned up the water in the faucet to the maximum to cover his sobbing.
Yang Zhao came to Chen Mingsheng's bedside.
How many months
Yang Zhao asked himself, and also asked him.
She didn't think of the answer right away, but it didn't matter, she had a long time, she could sit down and think slowly.
It seems to be less than half a year, four months? five months
But why did you become like this.
Chen Mingsheng's hand was exposed, Yang Zhao looked at it for a while, then she slowly raised her arm and took his hand.
The hand was still wide and big, but it was no longer strong.
Chen Mingsheng lost a lot of weight.
His complexion was very bad, very bad.
There was still a thick gauze wrapped around his head, and there were scars on his face.
His hair was a little longer, covering his eyebrows, his brows were slightly wrinkled, and his mouth was a little dry.
Chen Mingsheng's hand suddenly moved.
Yang Zhao became nervous, she thought he was awake. Only later did I realize that it was just his unconscious twitching.
She soon discovered that there were many twitches like this. After Yang Zhao had been sitting for some time, Chen Mingsheng's hand trembled. Yang Zhao raised his other hand and wrapped his hand firmly inside.
But this time, he really woke up.
He opened his eyes, not fully, like a tired bird, as if he was about to close them again.
But at his last moment, he saw Yang Zhao.
His eyes moved slowly to her.
He kept, kept looking at her.
Finally, he recognized her, and also recognized that this was not a hallucination, nor a dream, but the reality, the real her.
Chen Mingsheng's lips trembled suddenly, and his hand seemed to want to use force, but he couldn't grab her.
He is still weak.
Yang Zhao lowered her head, her hair was hanging by Chen Mingsheng's face.
Outside the window, there is a large expanse of fiery red sky.
Yang Zhao said softly, "Chen Mingsheng, I'm here to find you."
Chen Mingsheng closed his glasses and clenched his teeth.
"Is it Wen Lei..." His voice was inaudible.
Yang Zhao straightened up, "You blame him?"
The corner of Chen Mingsheng's mouth seemed to move. Yang Zhao felt that he wanted to laugh, but he couldn't see it.
Chen Mingsheng shook his head and said, "No... not to blame."
Yang Zhao still held his hand, she said, "Are you tired, rest."
Chen Mingsheng said, "Where do you live..."
Yang Zhao said, "Of course I have a place to live, so you don't have to worry about me." While Yang Zhao was speaking, Chen Mingsheng's hand twitched again, Yang Zhao paused, and said, "Take good care of your illness."
Chen Mingsheng was silent.
The door opened, Yang Zhao looked over, it was Wen Lei who came with the doctor.
"Sister-in-law, the doctor wants to check."
Yang Zhao nodded and moved out of the way.
While the doctor was examining Chen Mingsheng, Yang Zhao and Wen Lei were waiting outside the house. Yang Zhao said, "How long will the inspection take?"
Wen Lei said: "Ten minutes, it will be very fast."
Yang Zhao nodded and said, "Come with me."
Yang Zhao and Wen Lei went downstairs, it was already dark, Yang Zhao stood under the street lamp and smoked a cigarette.
"Have you talked to Brother Sheng?" Wen Lei asked.
Yang Zhao said: "How about his specific situation? I sit next to him, and his hands are always shaking, every now and then."
"Yes..." Wen Lei wanted to speak as lightly as possible, "It's just a small problem, and it doesn't affect anything."
Yang Zhao raised his eyes and looked straight at Wen Lei.
Wen Lei was stared at by those pitch-black eyes, and couldn't help looking away.
"Don't lie to me." Yang Zhao said, "If you don't tell me, I will ask the doctor."
Wen Lei gritted his teeth and said, "He's been poisoned by heroin. He hasn't completely recovered yet, and he will have some kind of reaction." He looked at Yang Zhao carefully, observed her expression, and then he found that Yang Zhao was talking to him while he was speaking. In the process, he didn't even blink an eye.
Wen Lei quickly said: "But everything will be fine, really, sister-in-law, it won't affect your life at all, it won't be—"
"Is it because of nerves?" Yang Zhao said suddenly.
Wen Lei shut up.
Yang Zhao said: "Drug poisoning should cause trauma to the nervous system."
"Sister-in-law..." Wen Lei said hoarsely, "You..."
Yang Zhao looked at him, "What about me?"
"You..." Wen Lei said with difficulty, "Don't dislike Brother Sheng, really, don't dislike him. That's right! He is rich now, and he can let you live a good life." Somewhat uncertain, he took a step forward in a panic and got a little closer to Yang Zhao. He whispered, "Sister-in-law, Brother Sheng left a sum of money. I didn't lie to you! He left it for you , he can give you a good life, so..." He clenched his fists and said, "Don't despise him, you, you stay by his side, stay, okay?"
Yang Zhao raised his head slowly after hearing his hasty words. She didn't look at Wen Lei, she passed him directly and looked at the night sky.
She felt a deep exhaustion.
Smoke, burnt out.
Yang Zhao snuffed out the cigarette butt and threw it into the trash can.
She whispered, "Go back."
After the doctor finished examining Chen Mingsheng, the nurse came in to change his dressing. Chen Mingsheng's head injury was serious. When the gauze was taken off, Yang Zhao saw five or six stitches on his forehead. The wound was crooked, like a centipede.
Chen Mingsheng is still very weak now, he can't do anything, the nurse even urinated for him.
Yang Zhao watched from the side, he was like a fragile stone statue, if he was not careful, he would be broken into pieces.
After everything was done, Chen Mingsheng and Yang Zhao were left in the room again. When Yang Zhao came to the bed, she found that he was awake.
He is watching her.
Only his eyes are still the same as before.
No, it's not quite the same anymore.
His eyes were deeper, deeper, and more silent than before.
Yang Zhao sat beside him and took his hand.
Chen Mingsheng's lips moved, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, he still didn't make a sound. There seemed to be a thousand words in his eyes, but in the end, he was still calm.
Yang Zhao lowered his head and said softly, "Chen Mingsheng, this is different from what you said."
Chen Mingsheng's eyes became more painful. He opened his mouth, but there was no sound, but Yang Zhao understood.
He is saying sorry.
I'm sorry, Yang Zhao.
sorry.
"Why do you apologize?" Yang Zhao's hands tightened a little, her face was still calm, "It's not your fault, it's just your choice." She said softly, "It's just your choice..."
Chen Mingsheng's hand responded to her.
Slightly, slowly.
Yang Zhao looked into his eyes, and she suddenly realized that she knew the meaning of his eyes.
He is afraid.
This fear comes from many sources, from the known to the unknown.
And this feeling was summed up by himself, and finally twisted into a long rope called farewell, which strangled his neck.
Yang Zhao raised his hand and gently stroked his face.
Chen Mingsheng was greedy for this feeling, and his face subtly leaned towards the hand.
Yang Zhao felt it, and she smiled slowly.
She jokingly said to Chen Mingsheng: "Chen Mingsheng, although I have said it many times before, I have to say it again—"
She slowly approached Chen Mingsheng, she smelled the pungent smell of potion, she said to Chen Mingsheng in that smell: "You are such a bastard..."
This time, she saw clearly.
The corners of his mouth did curve.
He looked at her, there was still a trace of uncertainty in his eyes, but the fear and fear were much less.
He kept wanting to hold her up like he had never felt before.
He wants to hold this woman up, he wants to own her completely.
But in the end, he found that it was this woman who supported him.
Although the time was so short, the power she brought to him was indescribable.
She wasn't kind, and she wasn't gentle, but she saved him, on that rainy night—with something more prominent and sharp.
Although no one knows, and no one cares.
Chen Mingsheng clenched his hands tightly, but his hand twitched violently, and he didn't use any strength.
But their hands were still firmly clasped together.
Her hands were dry, just like her people, cold and bland. You'll understand her fiery soul only if you open your hearts at the same time.
A person like Chen Mingsheng, who looks unbreakable, is actually just a soft steamed bun with a hard shell.
Any uncertainty, any confusion, will hold him back.
Only the most frank people, only the most direct people, only the most naked/naked people can pull him out of that dark and quiet corner.
She saved him, on that rainy night.
use her ego.
Although no one knows, and no one cares.