Duan Mo was drowsy and felt someone talking around him, but he couldn't hear clearly. He tried to open his eyes but couldn't.
In a trance, she was nestled in the arms of a woman, gentle, dignified, and as gentle as water. She once loved her most, but now she least wants to think of her.
She stroked her soft hair and declared that she was her favorite baby.
She struggled out of the warm embrace and ran forward desperately. In the past, she would be immersed in the tenderness of a woman and thought she was the happiest child in the world. Now...she would never trust that woman again.
Tears fell from her cheeks. As beautiful as the past was, the reality was so cruel. The contemptuous looks in others' eyes were like sharp swords piercing her heart, cutting her beautiful childhood into pieces.
When the boundless darkness hit, she threw herself into it without hesitation, preferring to endure endless loneliness from now on rather than return to the embrace that made her sad.
Something gently stroked his cheek, like a warm and dry hand. The tears were wiped away by the slightly rough fingertips, and his cold heart was comforted and gradually calmed down.
Duan Mo unconsciously wanted to get closer, but shrank back, like a wounded animal, longing for warmth but afraid of it...
I was so confused, and I don’t know how long it took, but I finally opened my eyes. What I saw was an aluminum gusset ceiling made of squares. A palm-sized infusion bag was hung from the metal frame vertically down from the slide rails. Inside
There is also half a bag of transparent liquid.
She moved, and her whole body was sore and weak, especially her right leg. Not only was it painful, it was also very severe. Looking down, a strange-shaped hanger came into view, with a leg wrapped in gauze hanging from it. Not only the leg, but also the ankle.
, the soles of the feet were all wrapped up, leaving only the tips of the toes exposed.
Beside the hospital bed, an extremely familiar face smiled, and his slender fingers pushed the strands of hair on her forehead behind her ears.
The door opened and a woman carrying a thermos bottle came in.
Seeing Duan Mo open his eyes, the woman showed surprise: "Ah! I finally woke up! I'm going to call the doctor!" After saying that, she put the thermos bottle on the bedside table and went out again.
Not long after, several people came into the ward, including doctors in white coats and nurses in white uniforms.
After checking and checking and recording, Duan Mo wanted to speak, but his throat was as dry as if it was stuffed with cotton. He opened his mouth several times, but no sound came out.
Lu Wuchuan put a straw into her mouth: "Don't talk in a hurry, pay attention to rest."
After drinking water, Duanmo felt that her throat was much better.
The doctor and nurse did not stay long after the examination. Lu Wuchuan told the woman to take good care of Duanmo, and left the ward while talking to the leading doctor, who was in his fifties.
While wiping Duanmo's face with a wet towel, the woman said, "I'm the caregiver hired by Officer Lu to take care of you. Just call me Aunt Zhao."
Duan Mo calmed down with his eyes closed and asked her which hospital she was in and what day it was. Then she realized that she was in Qinghe Central Hospital and had been in a coma for more than two days.
Aunt Zhao is in her fifties, with a round face and her hair tied into a bun at the back of her head. She looks very kind and is not idle when talking. After wiping her face, she changes the water to wipe her hands and body.
It had been so many years since anyone had taken care of him like this, and Duan Mo was very uncomfortable with it. He blushed so much that he stopped him in a hoarse voice.
While Aunt Zhao was wiping her, she said, "Officer Lu asked me to come, so I have to take good care of you."
Duanmo didn't have much strength, so he simply closed his eyes and let her do whatever he wanted. As a result, he fell asleep after a while.
When I opened my eyes again, it was dark all around, except for a small amount of light above my head.
Duanmo shuddered. Could it be that he was still trapped under the pothole and that the scene when he woke up in the ward was a dream?
"Are you awake?" A gentle voice came from the side.
He turned around and met a handsome face. His nose was sore and he asked, "Lijun, can we still go out?"
Her voice was hoarse and had a strong nasal sound. Lu Wuchuan's heart felt as if someone had pinched it hard. He raised his hand and tucked the broken hair stuck to her forehead behind her ears: "Silly girl, are you confused by your sleep? We have been out a long time ago.
, now at Qinghe Central Hospital."
"real?"
"certainly."
Lu Wuchuan turned on the bedside lamp and turned his head to look at it.
This is a single ward with a bathroom near the door. In addition to the bed she is lying on, there is also an accompanying bed. There is a pair of single sofas under the window, a small square table in the middle, and a table over one meter high in the corner.
Small double door refrigerator.
The facilities in the room are a bit old, but they are quite clean, and the air is filled with the hospital's unique smell of Lysol.
Duan Mo breathed a sigh of relief, suddenly thought of something, and asked: "There was Aunt Zhao before, and she said you invited her here. Where is she?"
"I asked her to go back and rest." Lu Wuchuan opened the thermal bag on the bedside table, "Are you hungry?"
It was fine before, but when he asked her this question, Duanmo's stomach rumbled twice in response, and she nodded sheepishly.
Lu Wuchuan chuckled lightly, raised the head of the bed, and put a pillow behind her neck: "I can only drink porridge now, but I can start eating tomorrow and the day after tomorrow."
For a person who has been hungry for two or three days, the white porridge with the aroma of rice has become a delicacy in the world.
Duan Mo wanted to lend his hand to pick it up, but Lu Wuchuan pushed him back halfway when he was carrying it: "Do you still have the strength to hold the bowl now?"
As he spoke, he held the bowl in one hand, scooped out a spoonful of porridge with the other, and handed it to her mouth.
In my memory, I haven't been fed since I was five years old. Duanmo's big eyes blinked and he didn't know what to do.
Lu Wuchuan moved the spoon forward and put it against her lips: "Eat quickly, it's getting cold."
The unquestionable tone, the strong movements, and the fact that Duan Mo was not only sore all over, but also had no strength. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth in self-defeat.
The porridge is neither cold nor hot, and the temperature is just right. The soft and waxy fragrance hits the taste buds, and the aftertaste is still sweet with the slightest hint of white rice. The warm rice porridge slides down the esophagus, and the sore throat feels much better.
It was Lu Wuchuan's first time to feed someone, and he was afraid that he would not do well. He carefully observed the little girl's expression, and waited until she swallowed the first mouthful before sending the scooped rice porridge over. Repeatedly, he fed less than half a bowl of porridge.
Sweat was already forming on his forehead.
Although Duanmo usually likes delicious food, his appetite is not big. After being hungry for a few days, his appetite is even smaller. He feels full after only half a bowl of porridge.
She had just started to resume her diet and it was not advisable to eat too much. Lu Wuchuan did not force her to continue eating. He collected the bowl and went outside to throw away the garbage.
Duanmo breathed a sigh of relief. God knows how nervous she was just now, so much so that her face was almost cooked. She pulled down the quilt covering her chest, trying to take a few deep breaths to calm down, but she didn't know what happened.
I suddenly lost my breath and couldn't help coughing.
This coughing didn't matter, it affected all the muscles in the body, and the right leg that was imprisoned on the hanger also bounced up and down in response to conditioned reflexes.