Chapter 600 Don't forget the original intention, Fang De is always
If I had a choice, this time, I really hope I can stay awake.
At least I fell asleep, which was a permanent escape. Maybe I was too awake subconsciously. I knew clearly in my heart that if I woke up, I would have to face all the facts of existence. Even if I was alone, at least I could still do something.
The armor of struggle, but now I have nothing, how can I not let it down?
Mr. Nan's will said that I would be reborn from nirvana, but I didn't even have the capital to be reborn. This was not a bottoming out at all, but a deep hole dug. Not only did I be buried in it, but some people also followed it.
The top was filled with soil, and finally the soil was trampled down to make it solid.
When I closed my eyes, I heard many voices one after another. My mother held my hand and cried worriedly, "Qiaoqiao, what's wrong with you? Stop scaring mom, Qiaoqiao..."
Sanmei'er took the trouble to explain the cause of my vehicle's accident, "brake failure." The only reasonable explanation is this. Putting Sanmei's body aside, the real Rong Danfeng certainly knows the pros and cons. She said she is me
My friend’s niece came to join me. Although my mother was a little confused about San Meier’s appearance, she didn’t know what kind of friends I had made over the years, so she didn’t ask any more questions. Of course, as a child,
, the third sister cannot talk too much, such as Five Thunder Palm, Dark Wizard, Little Devil, etc. If she talks too much, she will easily be sent to a mental hospital, or directly deported to a place like a welfare institution.
My uncle was not curious about San Meier's identity. His doubt was about why I came out of Zhuojing's emergency operating room and drove my car to the suburbs and caused an accident. He thought San Meier was a child.
Seeing that she couldn't answer, I didn't ask any more questions. Instead, she kept holding my hand when no one was around, blaming herself, saying that he only went to see Qilin that day and didn't take care of me. If Qilin was safe and sound, it was all mine.
Credit, I must not let anything happen to me...
I still didn't give him a reaction. My subconscious was very clear, but my eyelids were so heavy that I couldn't open them. I didn't want to force myself to open them. My brain engine seemed to be always on, and I searched for the words "safe and sound" spoken by my little uncle.
, I felt relieved and couldn’t listen to other words.
Half asleep and half awake, I clearly knew that my grandpa and I were transferred to the hospital where my uncle was. In this hospital, I was transferred to wards three times. The first ward was for orthopedic surgery, and I could really hear the doctor.
He described my condition in a slightly doubtful tone, "There will be no problems after recovering from the fractured calf, but the five fingers of my right hand were fractured. Although the operation was successful, the nerves in the fingers were damaged. After recovery, I will probably lose the ability to work. It is recommended to be assessed as disabled...
"
My mother fainted after hearing this. The only person who could take the lead in the family was my uncle, who had postponed leaving the country and leaving the hospital because of me. He supported my mother and discussed my next treatment plan in a low voice with the doctor.
: "Recover for a while first and see if nerve repair can be done."
The attending doctor of the Department of Orthopedics shook his head at his uncle: "Dr. Zhuo, you know very well that this kind of neurotrauma is irreversible, and there is little hope for surgical treatment. Let's look at the healing and rehabilitation. I think, if you insist on rehabilitation,
Normal life should not be delayed. What I don’t understand is why the patient had five broken fingers. I have been exposed to a lot of bone trauma caused by accidents. It is rare that five fingers are damaged but the wrist is fine!"
The younger uncle sighed: "Well, we can only give us the answer when Qiaoqiao wakes up. I don't know why she was injured so seriously..."
The ward I was transferred to for the second time was the Department of Respiratory Medicine, because I would cough up blood and vomit from time to time. Of course, I knew very well that this was because of the severe damage caused to the body by the Five Thunder Palms. I was born with no yin, yang, and Taoism. Although it was only
I took over a small part of the evil spirit, but my body was too weak to bear it. But I lay there like a dead person. Sanmei'er couldn't tell. The result given by the hospital was suspected of tuberculosis, which means that the symptoms of the disease are very similar to those of tuberculosis.
Tuberculosis, but it is not contagious. My uncle argued hard and said that he had checked my body and found that I did not have lung disease at all. But the actual situation is that I cough, vomit blood, and sometimes my wheezing sound is like a blower.
What kind of disease is it if it's not a lung disease?
Having no other choice, I was transferred to the respiratory medicine department for treatment for a period of time, but with little success.
Finally, it was suspected that it was a blood disease. The advanced science of Western medicine could only start with my blood and conduct the most detailed examination. It was found that my blood lacked a certain antibody, so I was transferred to the Department of Hematology for treatment.
A large amount of imported high-end anti-inflammatory drugs and the water mixed with bezoars that Sanmei'er poured into my mouth every night finally improved my condition. Oh, and Zong Bao, who took the last step of giving birth to a child.
Mami also finished boiling the soup, mixed it with bezoar water, and gave it to me to drink.
Although he didn't know that San Mei'er was the real Rong Danfeng, Zong Bao knew Old Chou Uncle and heard me talk about how maybe one day Old Chou Uncle's niece would come to me to take care of him, so he didn't doubt San Mei'er.
The only thing he thinks is different is that the third sister I mentioned is a fool, but now the third sister will call him young man when he is in a hurry, so he will talk to me in private about third sister
His stupidity may be reflected in the fact that he is neither big nor small.
In the dead of night, I felt San Meier holding my hand and crying softly: "Jiaolong, please wake up, I know you will hear us talking, don't fall asleep anymore, Brother Qi you mentioned is here for you
The call came and I answered it. He said that he had rescued Cheng Baize with some kind of baby and that he was fine. Nothing should happen to you. You have to be strong. You are my hope and your own hope!"
But I still couldn't wake up. I just felt liquid sliding across my temples. This hope was a bit too heavy. I suddenly felt that I was useless and careless. I thought, deep down in my heart, I was actually a coward.
When I was high-spirited, I said a lot of lofty words, but it wasn’t until the moment when I was lying down that my whole body was stiff but I couldn’t open my eyes and I didn’t want to struggle to open them, that I realized that I was nothing. Compared to the world, I was just a small and humble ant.
, not worth mentioning.
I really lay there for a long time, and there was nothing but pitch black in front of me. I used noise and silence to tell whether it was day or night in real life, and I used the conversations of people around me to infer the time. It seemed like I didn’t know who was going on, lying there regardless of day or night.
In fact, living in chaos is quite a bit like living an ignoble existence.
Until one day, I suddenly felt a cold finger touch the bridge of my nose, and I uttered a clear word in a very unfamiliar articulation: "Dragon..."
My eyes opened immediately, as if this finger touched a switch in my body. I sat up straight from the hospital bed. It was dark in the ward, but my eyes were shining brightly, like a fully charged mobile phone.
, it’s been brewing for a long time, but it won’t turn on. It’s just that the direction and method are wrong.
Sanmei'er was sleeping in the accompanying bed next door and her breathing was slightly heavy. The ward where I stayed and the special relationship with my uncle meant that there were nurses to take care of her 24 hours a day, so she didn't need family members to take care of her. But Sanmei'er just didn't want to.
Come on, I heard her when she was acting bad. She was really no different from a child. No one can do anything to a child. I didn't open my eyes or speak, so I could only let her live here. It is also a hospital.
The back door is open.
The air in the room was slightly cold, and my eyes went directly to the door. The door to the ward was actually open. I could see clearly. Mr. Nan was standing there in white clothes, looking at me, still smiling and amiable.
Looks like: "Dragon..."
"Mr. Nan..."
My heart felt bitter at that time. I looked at him blankly and let my tears fall: "Jiaolong, I'm sorry for you, it goes against your high expectations..."
Mr. Nan didn't say anything, he just looked at me with a smile, turned around, and walked out directly——
"Hey, Mr. Nan..."
I looked at him anxiously, trying to get out of bed in a hurry, but I couldn't walk with the cast on my leg. I raised my eyes and saw the crutches placed near the head of the bed. I picked them up and moved one leg towards the door with difficulty: "Mr. Nan
…”
After walking out of the door, the corridor was empty. I looked back and forth anxiously, only to hear the voice ring again: "Dragon..."
Turning his face, he was slightly startled, "Mr. Nan..."
There were actually two people standing at the end of the corridor, Mr. Nan and his female assistant. Both of them looked at me with raised corners of their mouths, not angry or disappointed, just smiling softly.
But I cried, looking at Mr. Nan from a distance, with a mixture of bitterness and saltiness in my mouth: "Mr. Nan, Jiaolong has nothing left, and I can no longer avenge you..."
He looked at me and pointed behind me: "Dragon..."
I was startled for a moment, then slowly turned my head, only to see Huang Youxing, who was still wearing his Taoist bun, standing not far behind me. His lips opened numbly: "Master Huang..."
He looked at me with a soft smile on his face. He stood there without saying anything, but raised his hand and still pointed not far away. As I looked over, I saw a figure walking out of the white frost.
The figure, I was a little cold, and I hugged my shoulders unconsciously. When he slowly walked to Huang Youxing's side, Master Huang disappeared. Looking at the familiar scars on his face, I shook a little and almost stopped.
: "Uncle Ugly...Uncle Ugly..."
He was struggling to move forward on crutches, but he raised his palm towards me, signaling me not to come close. He looked at me, his eyes were different from the gentleness of Mr. Nan and Master Huang, but he spoke with a slight solemnity:
"Jiaolong, look at these people behind you, they are all waiting for you to grow up..."
I turned around stupidly and saw Master Huang standing with Mr. Nan, with the female assistant standing next to him, and behind him was a shadowy figure whose face I couldn't see clearly.
Tears were streaming down my face, and there seemed to be a thousand words to say, but I couldn't say a single word. If I failed, I still failed after all...
"Remember, don't forget your original intention, and you will always succeed."
"Uncle Ugly!"
When I turned around, the place where he stood was already empty. I looked around, and there was no one there. Except for the eight words he left me, it seemed like nothing had happened.
“Only by never forgetting your original intention can you achieve success?”
I muttered silently, of course I will never forget my original intention, but I have nothing left. How can Onmyoji be something I can do with my original intention?!
"Jiao Long?!"
The third sister's surprised voice came from behind, "You're awake!"
I sniffed and looked back at her: "I should have woken up a long time ago... Third sister, I don't dare to wake up." (To be continued)