Fu Lingzhi didn't understand. He thought she was making trouble unreasonably.
But that's not what Yinmi was thinking. She felt that Fu Lingzhi might have misunderstood something. From the moment he entered the ward door, from the moment he saw Yi Zuimo leaning on him, from the moment he entered the ward, ten days later
After seeing his incomprehensible look for the first time, she felt that something was wrong. What was there in this that made him misunderstand like this?
"Ahem, your mother and I are going back first. You two must have a lot to say." Fu Shouzheng stood up with his crutches, and Xu Shu quickly stood up and winked at Yinmi in a meaningful way.
He helped Fu Shouzheng and walked out slowly.
As soon as the door closed, the faces of the two people in the room changed.
Otoya got up, walked to the sofa farthest from him and sat down. She was looking at him, but didn't speak.
Fu Lingzhi also knew that she was looking at him. He was a little embarrassed. He was bandaged all over, like a hobbit. The pure white quilt hung high on him. Because he moved, he couldn't breathe smoothly and he coughed.
A loud moan of pain passed into Otoya's ears. She quickly ran over, helped him calm down, and then covered him with the quilt.
This time, she was not in a hurry to leave.
Fu Lingzhi glanced at her tepidly, and finally couldn't help but speak. His hoarse voice penetrated her eardrums, making her tremble, "Are you okay?"
Fu Lingzhi sighed, and stretched out his slender hand with difficulty, and Otomi caught it with one hand. The two of them did not speak, looking at each other speechlessly. The light and shadow shuttled between the two of them. The distance between them was not far or close, but she unexpectedly
Miraculously, his faint breathing could be heard.
"How is Su Wangyan doing?"
After saying this, Fu Lingzhi began to regret it. This was really not a good start to the topic.
Sure enough, Otoya looked at him without knowing why, "How do you know that Wangyan also lives here?"
Fu Lingzhi thought that he couldn't repeat what Yi Zuimo told him. Moreover, the credibility was really not very high, but he couldn't help but doubt it.
People are really strange. In critical moments, two people who are not very harmonious can advance and retreat together, thinking about each other all the time. However, when the danger is saved, they become alienated a lot. Those guesses, those doubts, those people are born with.
Questioning his ability made Fu Lingzhi feel a little overwhelmed.
His dark pool-like eyes locked tightly on him, and his thin lips were still very pale. "Come here," he handed over his hand wrapped like a rice dumpling, and Otoya immediately held it firmly, "Ami, I miss you.
.On the operating table, I was thinking, how great it would be if I could survive. If I couldn’t, I even had a twisted hope that you would follow me to hell or heaven. I can’t let you go, and I won’t.
Let you go..."
Otoya suddenly leaned forward and grabbed his slightly open thin lips. As soon as he closed his eyes, the teardrops on his eyelashes fell on his mouth, which was a bit bitter and had a light salty taste.
She leaned away an inch and looked into his eyes, "Actually, there's no need to say anything. I love you. I'm afraid of you hurting yourself like that. I'm so scared. But all this has passed, don't think about it anymore, okay?
?”
Fu Lingzhi suddenly felt like a slap in the face. If his hands could move freely, he would still doubt her. No matter how long it took, even for a second, he would still doubt her.
There was mist in her watery eyes, with a vague illusion. She was thinking that maybe she should choose a suitable opportunity to tell him about the child after a while. Her intuition told her that if she told him now, they would
The distance that had finally been shortened would grow indefinitely. She had a criminal record. After all, she didn't want the child first, although she obviously hesitated when she became pregnant.
Fu Lingzhi's gauze-wrapped hand gently rubbed her back, "Shh." He said, breathing softly into her ear.
Otoya looked at him with a smile, and then looked at the shadows of the two people leaning against each other on the pale wall. She felt that this moment was so unreal and so happy that her heart ached. It was her dream-like attachment day after day for so many years.
?
As long as he is here, it will be fine. As long as he is willing to smile at her, she will be happy.
Otoya lay next to his bed, watching him fall asleep, and fell asleep herself. She didn't wake up until the nurse checked the room at three o'clock in the middle of the night. She rubbed her sore arms and walked to another single bed to fall asleep.
But she was woken up by a nightmare as soon as she fell asleep. Chen Mudong's ghost-like eyes kept haunting her. That gun, that cold gun seemed to have grown half out of her head, and she couldn't tear it off no matter what.
, finally, she accidentally pulled the trigger, the bullet smashed her head into pieces, and her blood flowed into a river...
"Ah -" She jumped up suddenly, the surroundings were dark, she covered her face and sobbed softly.
"Yinmi? What's wrong with you?" Fu Lingzhi's anxious voice came from the other side.
Otoya looked over in the moonlight. His eyes were sparkling, as lustrous as black stones. She suddenly felt at ease, "It's okay. It's just a dream."
If possible, she never wanted him to know about the situation in the operating room. It was better for one person to bear the sorrow than for two people to grieve.
The next day, Otoya will go back to the Central Hospital to receive treatment for post-traumatic stress disorder. The nightmare at the Central Hospital has passed, and he has gradually returned to his previous appearance.
But Otoya spent most of the day at the bottom of the hospital. The scorching sun burned her, and beads of sweat slid down her cheeks. She remained motionless, just looking up at the hospital where she had stayed for several years, and her mind was like fragments.
Vague memories flashed here and there like a revolving door.
Nightmare...
She was not sure whether she could stand firmly in this hospital again, continue to work, continue to save people, and continue to live.
At this time, in the Department of Gynecology of the Fifth People's Hospital, An Ying, Yinmi's attending doctor, was walking to the inpatient department with medicine. When he arrived at the senior cadre ward, a woman in luxurious clothes walked up to her. She was thirty-four or five years old and had skin care.
Surprisingly good.
The man saw An Ying in a white coat walking towards Ward 6, so he went back and stopped her in the middle.
"Excuse me, is something wrong?"
"Doctor, are you going to the sixth ward? It's Otoya's stuff, right? She's not here right now, so I can transfer it to you. Do you have something urgent to do?" The man glanced at her when he saw her walking in a hurry.
The big medicine bag with the word "gynecology" written on it in my hand immediately came to my mind.
An Ying thought that this person was a friend of Dr. Yin from the Central Hospital, and she happened to be in an emergency. After thinking about it, she handed her the medicine bag in her hand, "I'll trouble you then."
The man smiled extremely strangely and said, "Where is it?"
Standing in front of the traditional Chinese medicine hospital, Otoya didn't know that this would be the beginning of another disaster, not too big or too small.