When we walked to the door of the intensive care unit, the doctor in front waved his hand to stop us. The crowd paused, and we looked into the intensive care unit along the transparent glass in confusion.
"Peng!! Dong Dong!"
There was a violent sound of fighting in the room. Two doctors in their thirties and four nurses could only hold down the pockmarked face on the bed. The pockmarked face was covered in blood, and he pulled his hoarse neck and shouted:
"Dakang, Mumu, let me go!! We... are a family... there is nothing we can't talk about, and there is nothing I can't compromise on...!"
outside the door.
"Snapped!
Dakang pursed his lips and stared blankly at the middle-aged man in the intensive care unit who spoke illogically and had dull eyes. He opened his eyes wide and shed two lines of hot tears.
"What's...what's wrong with him?!" Gao Dong looked at the glass and stuttered to the doctor in front of him.
"...The huge force spread to the back of the brain, causing indirect neurological disorders. Our expert team originally suspected that it was mental retardation, but we didn't expect it to be like this!!!" The doctor turned to look at us and said slowly.
"Indirect neurological disorder?? What does it mean?? Mental illness? Crazy??!" Wang Mumu asked louder and louder.
"Yes, it's a type of mental illness!!" The doctor took a step back, avoiding Wang Mumu's face that was getting closer, and replied again.
"You are such a good person, why are you so fucking crazy?? Tell me, why are you so crazy?! Did you give me good fucking treatment?!" Wang Mumu collapsed directly, with his hands on his waist, and his chest heaved violently,
I don’t know who I’m blaming, is it the doctor? I think it’s more likely to be God!!
"Doctor, can surgery cure this?" Compared to Mumu, Fuxin spoke with a vibrato, but he was more rational. At his age, it was easier to accept reality.
"Human nerves are quite complicated. There is no need to consider surgery, only drugs to suppress them!!"
"Suppress, what do you mean?"
"To put it simply, it depends on whether you can recover or not!" the doctor answered again.
"Then you said intermittent neurological disorder, that is to say, he will still be awake???" Fu Xin continued to ask.
"Yes, but it does not mean that the nervous system can be cured in a certain period of time. It means that the violent beating of brain cells in mental patients for a long time will make people tired, just like people resting normally, causing the brain to not function normally.
It controls body movements and language expression. There will be a short period of quietness. If you ask him anything, he will answer, but the language logic will be confused, and the intelligence... will decline!!" The doctor tried his best to explain in words we can understand.
"...weak...retarded?" Gao Dong asked tentatively.
"Well, that can be understood as well!!"
After the doctor finished speaking, we were all silent for a moment.
Some people say that human life is like a disaster movie. We are constantly hiding from the flying gravel, the cracked earth, and the mountains with wild fireworks. We always hope that disease, separation, and misfortune will stay away from ourselves.
, but disaster movies, after all, start with tragedy and end with tragedy. The story it tells will not change because of a certain person or group. We who watch the movie are experiencing the experience that it takes nearly a hundred years to finish watching.
, and this movie called "Destiny" starring himself?
A month ago, Pockmarked was full of energy and energy in order to revitalize Hengyuan.
A month later, the tragic movie became a hot topic and entered the mainstream market...
This middle-aged man in his forties may stumble or live the first half of his life with great glory, but in the second half of his life he will play the role of a madman, a madman who may freeze to death on the street and no one will listen to him!!
As time goes by and we have gone through many vicissitudes, we force ourselves to become hardened from the outside in, and put the emotions that require us to think of ourselves as cowards in a position that outsiders cannot see. Some call it kindness, some call it true emotion, and some call it
This is the most precious softness.
Today's crazy pockmarked face hit Dakang, who slapped the table and stared yesterday. The softest part, the deep self-blame and guilt, flooded my heart in an instant!!
"...I really didn't expect it to be like this...I was fucking wrong! Pockmarked!! I was fucking wrong, can you hear me?!" Dakang stood in front of the glass door and fanned himself hard.
Two mouths, with traces of blood seeping from the corners of their mouths, their foreheads were pressed against the glass, and their voices trembled.
"I still want to tell you that the patient's condition cannot be sustained by simple friendship. It is a lifelong matter. I hope you can communicate with the patient's family and provide the patient with a relatively long-term living environment as soon as possible!" The doctor pondered.
After a while, he said something kindly.
"He has no... family, I will raise him until he dies...!" Dakang bit his lip, his voice was very low, it didn't sound like he was telling a doctor, but more like he was making a new promise himself.
"When will he be discharged from the hospital?" Binbin interrupted and asked.
"Well, after the trauma is healed, you can do it anytime!" The doctor sighed, replied, patted Dakang on the shoulder, turned and left.
"etc!"
Just as the doctor was walking forward, I, who had been silent until now, suddenly stopped him.
"What's wrong??" the doctor looked at me doubtfully and asked.
I frowned, glanced at everyone, paused, forced a smile and said, "It's okay, I forgot what I wanted to ask!"
"Yeah!" The doctor nodded to me, then turned and left.
Wang Mumu was far away from me, clenching his fists and gritting his teeth as he looked at me and asked, "Do you suspect he is faking!?"
When I heard Wang Mumu's words, I was stunned for a moment, glanced at everyone who turned their eyes to me with a sullen face, lowered my head and said, "No! It's something else!"
"You look a bit like Bi Ziwen now, do you know?"
"Well, maybe!" I was stunned for a moment, then nodded.
That night, my pock-marked face was given a sedative and then fell into a deep sleep. There were no free wards in the hospital. Except for Dakang, who said nothing, the rest of us left collectively and got two rooms in the hotel next to the downstairs. I don’t know.
Why, there were five people crowded into the two suites, but I only had myself in this one.
"Gudong, Gudong!!"
The viscous red wine, with a light sour taste, was poured into my mouth in an extremely luxurious manner. In a blink of an eye, the bottle was bottomed out, and the bottle was still on the ground. I leaned my head against the back of the sofa with a pop, and I slowly closed my mouth.
When I closed my eyes, my brain became more and more confused. I don't know when I shed tears for no reason at the corners of my eyes. When the tears crossed the corners of my mouth, I felt itchy. I opened my eyes in surprise and wiped the corners of my mouth.
I was stunned for at least three or four minutes. I really couldn’t figure out why I was crying. Was it the sadness after my pockmarked face went crazy, or was it because I was so exhausted that I wanted to protest with tears???