Dr. Zhang quickly took the medicine back, wrapped it in a bag and handed it to Chen Mingsheng.
"I've prescribed both for internal and external use, and you know how to use it." He still seemed to want to persuade Chen Mingsheng to be hospitalized, "Xiao Chen, you can't hold on. If the inflammation hasn't gone away in a few days, you must come here. This is terrible. It's not a joke."
Chen Mingsheng nodded, "I know, thank you."
Dr. Zhang sighed, and sat back at his desk to write something. Chen Mingsheng rolled up his trousers and stood up with his crutches. Yang Zhao glanced at him and said, "Let's go now?"
Dr. Zhang said: "Why don't you go, wait here, and get an anti-inflammatory before leaving."
Yang Zhao saw that Dr. Zhang made an order, then went out again, and came back after a while with an infusion bag. He adjusted the needle and handed the infusion bag to Yang Zhao.
"Come on, get it for me."
Yang Zhao took it subconsciously, and then watched him skillfully give Chen Mingsheng the needle. Yang Zhao raised the infusion bag. As soon as the needle was inserted, the phone on the desk rang. Dr. Zhang answered the phone and said a few words before hanging up, and said to Yang Zhao and Chen Mingsheng: "I have something to do downstairs, I have to go down and have a look, and I'll be back soon. You get an IV pole, wait a minute."
When Dr. Zhang went out, only Yang Zhao and Chen Mingsheng were left in the room.
Chen Mingsheng sat leaning against the wall. His clothes were a little damp, and after another night of stress, they collapsed a little and fell on Chen Mingsheng's body.
Yang Zhao could tell that he was very tired.
She couldn't find anything to talk about, and she wasn't good at comforting others.
As a result, the room remained silent for a while, and Yang Zhao's arms and legs began to ache after a while, but Dr. Zhang hadn't come back yet.
Chen Ming moved vividly. He looked up at Yang Zhao and said, "Sit down, I will hold it up by myself."
Yang Zhao said, "How do you do it like this? I'll do it. Anyway, the fight is almost over."
"... I really trouble you today."
"fine."
How long does it take to hang a bag of medicine
Yang Zhao watched the medicine in the infusion bag drip down drop by drop.
It should be about twenty minutes. She remembers very clearly that once she was sick and hung up the bottle in the hospital, and she carried the bottle to the smoking area. From the beginning of hanging up to the last pulling out of the needle, she smoked a total of two cigarettes. It takes ten minutes for Yang Zhao to smoke a cigarette, which is always accurate.
When Yang Zhao recovered from the infusion bag, she was surprised to find that Chen Mingsheng had fallen asleep.
He rested his needled hand on the stool on the right, leaned his back against the wall, and fell asleep with his head down.
It was very quiet in the house.
Yang Zhao stopped looking at the infusion bag, and started looking at the sleeping man.
He looked a little gloomy with his head down. In fact, Chen Mingsheng felt very depressed. Yang Zhao couldn't describe that feeling clearly.
After a while, hurried footsteps came from outside the house, Yang Zhao immediately turned his head, and made a "shh" gesture the moment Dr. Zhang entered the room, but Dr. Zhang reacted quickly and did not make a sound. Yang Zhao signaled him that Chen Mingsheng was asleep. Doctor Zhang nodded knowingly. He pushed an infusion stand over and whispered to Yang Zhao, "Oh, it's been too long. You must be tired from holding it."
Yang Zhao shook his head, "It's fine."
Although he said it was fine, Yang Zhao couldn't help shaking his shoulders when Dr. Zhang took the infusion bag away from her.
Dr. Zhang said in a low voice, "This medicine has pain-relieving and sleeping effects, and he sleeps normally."
Yang Zhao nodded.
The medicine bag was still hanging, and Dr. Zhang was free to chat with Yang Zhao.
"Are you Xiao Chen's neighbor?"
"Well, my name is Yang Zhao, you can call me Xiao Yang."
"Ah, good." Dr. Zhang and Yang Zhao came to talk at the desk to avoid waking Chen Mingsheng up.
"Xiao Yang, how long have you known Xiao Chen?"
Yang Zhao paused and said, "I haven't known you for long, I just moved."
Doctor Zhang nodded knowingly, and said, "He always comes to the center alone, and it's the first time I've seen someone come with him."
Yang Zhao asked, "Has he always come by himself?"
"That's not it," Dr. Zhang said, "It's just nonsense. About half a year ago, he was discharged from the hospital after the operation, and ran away after half of the physiotherapy. The wound has not been treated properly, and it is intermittent. I didn't know that I came to get the medicine, alas... I don't know what the family members think, it's a waste of people."
After Yang Zhao listened to Dr. Zhang's words quietly, she looked at Chen Mingsheng. She could just see his missing right leg when she looked sideways. This man was sleeping soundly with his head down, against the light of the balcony, he looked a little fragile.
Afterwards, Dr. Zhang babbled on and on for a long time, probably complaining that Chen Mingsheng's family didn't value him, and that Chen Mingsheng himself was messing around with his body. Yang Zhao became a loyal and good listener.
After a while, the infusion bag was finished. When Dr. Zhang pulled out the needle, Chen Mingsheng woke up.
He obviously didn't think he was asleep. He wiped his face with his uninjected hand and sat up straight.
Yang Zhao watched him sit back in the wheelchair, and she felt that he was quite tired.
They bid farewell to Dr. Zhang and left the rehabilitation center.
At the door, Chen Mingsheng said that he took a taxi and left. Yang Zhao refused without thinking.
"You are struggling to stand now, and you still have to walk by yourself?" Yang Zhao drove the car over. She wanted to help Chen Mingsheng, but in the end she only opened the door for him.
"I'll walk you home."
At this time, Chen Mingsheng didn't have the strength to say anything else.
"where is your house?"
"Seventh Road." Chen Mingsheng's voice was obviously tired.
Qima Road is in the south of the city, not far from the location of Lingkong Police Station, Yang Zhao knows the general direction.
The car drove very steadily, and the car was as quiet as ever.
Chen Mingsheng fell asleep again in the car.
It took nearly fifty minutes to drive from the rehabilitation center to Chen Mingsheng's home. Chen Mingsheng was in a deep sleep with his head tilted. Yang Zhao tried his best to drive the car as smoothly as possible, but when he arrived, it had been more than an hour.
Qima Road is not considered a bustling section of the city. It is an old building area, basically six or seven floors, and there is no elevator.
Yang Zhao parked the car on the side of the road, she thought for a while, but still did not wake up Chen Mingsheng.
After the car turned off, Yang Zhao tilted the chair back a little, and then took out a cigarette from his coat pocket. Holding the cigarette case in his hand for a while, Yang Zhao glanced sideways at the sleeping Chen Mingsheng, and finally put the cigarette case back.
When Chen Mingsheng woke up, it was already dark. He opened his eyes, bloodshot eyes. Chen Mingsheng propped himself up and looked around, obviously not fully awake yet.
The street lights on the street outside were already on, and it was dim.
Chen Mingsheng took a sniff, and he came to his senses.
"Miss Yang..."
Knowing what he was going to say, Yang Zhao interrupted: "It's nothing, I saw that you slept too deeply, so I didn't wake you up."
Chen Mingsheng was silent for a moment, and finally thanked him in a low voice.
Yang Zhao said, "Where is your home?"
Chen Mingsheng said: "It's just a turn ahead, I'll go by myself."
Yang Zhao didn't say anything, and started the car directly. Chen Mingsheng noticed that Yang Zhao had adjusted the temperature of the air conditioner in the car very high, and the car seat was also heated. Although his clothes were still damp, they weren't that cold anymore.
Chen Mingsheng glanced at Yang Zhao, who was concentrating on driving.
The car turned off the main road and turned into a small alley. Yang Zhao's driving skills were average. On this dark road, she couldn't help leaning forward and watching the road carefully.
Chen Mingsheng saw her driving the car like this, and said, "Just stop here."
Yang Zhao didn't give him a look, and still focused on watching the road. "where is your house?"
Chen Mingsheng pointed to a building, Yang Zhao nodded and said, "OK."
Seeing that she had no intention of parking, Chen Mingsheng took a deep breath, sat and waited peacefully.
The two steps were driven by Yang Zhao for almost ten minutes before reaching the end. When the car stopped, Yang Zhao heard Chen Mingsheng exhale obviously, as if a big rock had fallen to the ground.
She pursed her lips and looked sideways at Chen Mingsheng.
Just as Chen Mingsheng was about to say thanks, he raised his eyes and saw Yang Zhao looking straight at him.
"...Miss Yang?"
Yang Zhao slightly raised his eyebrows, "I'm not driving well?"
Chen Mingsheng said, "What?"
Yang Zhao said, "Did you just sigh because you thought my driving skills were poor?"
Chen Mingsheng was confused, he opened his mouth, but he didn't know how to explain.
"Miss Yang...you misunderstood."
Yang Zhao turned his head and pulled out the car key.
"Let's go."
Chen Mingsheng got out of the car in a daze, his leg still hurt badly, but he was already numb to the pain.
The air after the rain was exceptionally good. Yang Zhao took a deep breath and said to Chen Mingsheng, "Where is your home? I'll take you home."
If you still want to send it here, it will be a bit too much. Chen Mingsheng supported his crutches and said to Yang Zhao, "No need, I'll just go back by myself."
Yang Zhao said, "What floor is your house?"
Chen Mingsheng didn't want to say anything more, but Yang Zhao asked too casually, so he subconsciously said it. "Five floors."
Yang Zhao: "There is no elevator in this building."
"… Um."
Yang Zhao: "I'll take you up."
Chen Mingsheng said: "No need, today is already very troublesome."
Yang Zhao: "I'm fine, let's go."
Chen Mingsheng finally frowned, and said in a low voice, "I'll go back by myself." After speaking, he didn't wait for Yang Zhao to reply, turned around and left with his crutches on.
Yang Zhao could hear Chen Mingsheng's obvious impatience. She looked at his back and limped into the community, but in the end she didn't follow.
Back in the car, Yang Zhao didn't turn on the ignition, but lit a cigarette instead.
"What's the big deal." Yang Zhao clicked his tongue and said to himself, "It's really a rush, not a business."
In ten minutes, one cigarette was finished, and the car was already full of smoke. Yang Zhao suddenly remembered something, she flipped through her coat pocket, and took out a crumpled piece of paper from the pocket.
She turned on the interior lights and flattened the paper under the lights.
It was so blurry that I couldn't see anything clearly.
Yang Zhao stared at the tattered paper for a while, but couldn't tell what it felt like. Finally she sighed and dropped the paper in the ashtray.
The moment she turned around, she suddenly saw something on the back seat.
The prosthetic limb lay quietly on the car seat.
Yang Zhao looked at that leg and gave a low laugh.
When she turned her head again, in the deepest part of the headlights, a figure with a cane was walking towards her. Yang Zhao didn't even look at him, and reversed the car out of the alleyway.
How could Chen Mingsheng catch up to her? He tried to call a few times, but Yang Zhao also pretended not to hear.
On the way home in the car, Yang Zhao felt extremely at ease.
"Let me just say, rushing is not a business..."