By the time Lin Mo returned to Maple City, a long time had passed. It was almost midnight and there was no real meaning in going to the Garden Community.
"Huh, I haven't even eaten dinner. Every day..."
Lamenting the tragedy of the day, if the car hadn't been stolen, Lin Mo wouldn't have come back so late. Going back to the bookstore seemed a bit far away, and the night was meaningless.
The moon is dark and the wind is high, so if you don’t do something that is not easy to do during the day, it seems like you would be wasting your time and life.
After finally taking a taxi, Lin Mo rushed towards the hospital. He was going to look for Wang Ming. Previously, Lin Mo had thought about learning something about Wang Ming from the reporter Zeng Qianqian, but after seeing
After Zeng Qianqian's report, Lin Mo gave up the idea.
Although Zeng Qianqian had experienced the incident in Ping An Community, she still looked at things from the perspective of ordinary people.
Moreover, as a reporter, she would deliberately pay attention to some hot topics during interviews and reports. For example, in the case of Wang Ming, Zeng Qianqian was more concerned about why a college student committed suicide. Such general topics would involve some social issues.
contradiction.
For example, if there is a problem between students or between students and the school, they will not immediately think that this matter may be related to some supernatural event.
And even if there is a relationship, there is no way to report it.
... ..
Occasionally, footsteps could be heard in the empty corridor, and waves of echoes rippled through the walls, making this already silent place seem even more deserted.
Unless there are special circumstances, the inpatient departments of many hospitals are like this. At night, they become quiet. It is forbidden to make loud noises in the hospital, which will affect other patients' rest, so it has always been a relatively quiet place.
Area.
The white walls looked pale and desolate under the light, cold and without any warmth.
In the hospital, when I was lying on the bed, I opened my eyes, and all I saw was white. Under the influence of this white, my emotions became numb.
The white color here represents life and death. Open your eyes and see the white color. You are still alive. If you cannot open your eyes, the white sheet will become your canopy, covering your body and being covered with white.
, means a kind of death.
Wang Ming doesn't like hospitals very much. It should be said that he particularly hates the hospital environment. From childhood to adulthood, Wang Ming's health has always been very good. He has basically never been sick. Except for physical examinations and when vaccinations are needed, he basically
It has nothing to do with the destruction of this place.
But this time it was different. He had been living here for several days. His body, which was very strong due to years of exercise, was lying on the not-so-comfortable hospital bed, making him feel like he was trapped.
Feel.
After waking up, Wang
Ming saw everything in front of him and felt a little confused.
The first thing he saw was the class instructor, who looked haggard, as if he hadn't slept well for several days. Then he saw the school leaders, who came to care about him, comforted him and asked him all kinds of strange questions.
Then his parents suddenly rushed here, broke into the ward, and had a big quarrel with the school leaders who Wang Ming rarely saw, and who looked indifferent when they saw him, but had been unusually kind in the past two days.
They all drove away.
Then his mother came to his side, held his hand, and said something tearfully.
What did you say?
Wang Ming no longer remembers it. He just remembers that his mother looked very sad at that time. Why was her mother crying?
Wang Ming didn't know. He was a little confused. He wanted to speak, but he couldn't open his mouth. He was very confused and quite strange. He didn't know what happened to him. It was just during the day.
At that time, I saw that his wrist was wrapped in thick gauze.
Then he lost some money every day. He wanted to play ball and go for a run, but his mother wouldn't let him get out of bed and told him to have a good rest.
Everyone became very strange. Wang Ming felt that he himself seemed to be very strange, a little inexplicable. He seemed to be floating all the time, but he couldn't.
That hospital bed seemed to have imprisoned everything about Wang Ming, imprisoning his body so that he could not move even half an inch. The hospital bed was soft but a little hard. Sometimes it felt like he was lying on a ball of cotton, and sometimes it felt like he was lying on a coffin.
in.
Especially when the lights are turned off at night.
His mother stayed by his side almost 24 hours a day. Even at night, she still held his hand. When he saw his mother crying, he wanted to reach out and help her wipe the tears on her face, but he couldn't move and was still beaten.
That hospital bed was imprisoned.
For several days, it was like this every day, the same people, chaotic people, sometimes a lot of people came. Wang Ming didn't recognize them, but he just felt that these people were noisy and annoying.
He was quite agitated. He wanted to leave the hospital bed, but he couldn't. He couldn't resist the force.
There were several times when Wang Ming wanted to open his mouth to speak and asked his mother to remove him from the hospital bed, take the hospital bed away, smash it, and chop it into pieces.
But he couldn't say these words. He had used his eyes to communicate with his mother countless times, but her mother just kept putting various kinds of food in front of their eyes, asking them if they wanted to eat this, if they wanted to eat it.
That? Do you want to go to the toilet?
It was a meaningless question. In the end, Wang Ming gave up the idea of asking his mother to help, and just hoped that someone could get him out of the hospital bed.
Oh, by the way, why not him but them?
Because Wang Ming feels that he is not alone now,
His body, his shell, seemed to be two people. He was pressed by another very heavy body, unable to move or speak.
He wanted to get up, but the guy didn't want to, so he couldn't get up.
He wanted to speak, but the person didn't want to, so he couldn't speak.
He wanted to get off the bed, but that person liked to stay here, so Wang Ming would not succeed.
A situation he had never encountered before made Wang Ming a little confused. He wanted to tell his mother, father and doctor about this matter, but day after day life and the experience of failure made Wang Ming slowly
The ones who have lost their patience will not know, they will never know.
The night has become thicker and thicker, and the ward is dim. Wang Ming stares at the ceiling blankly. He wants to see the outside world, and he wants to go out for a walk, but he knows that no one will help him like this.
Do.
He wanted to see the stars and the city at night.
Modern cities are still brightly lit at night, and the ward is on the seventh floor. Although most of the city cannot be seen from here, being able to see a few buildings is enough to make Wang Ming happy.
Light represents popularity. Oh, of course, he hates white lights. For example, the lights in this hospital are too bright and dazzling. When they shine on the wall, the white color reflected is even more annoying.
However, his mother would always close the curtains. Wang Ming tried to stop her more than once, but he did it every time, even during the day.
The sunlight during the day is too dazzling, and the wind at night is ridiculously cold. The sealing of the windows is quite good, so there won't be such a problem at all. And even if it is, a curtain can really block the cold wind from flowing along the window.
Does the seam blow in?
Therefore, instead of thanking his mother, he was a little disgusted. If she had not come, he might have been able to get out of bed by now, or even go back to school.
Thinking of school, Wang Ming also thought that there seemed to be another basketball game, and he seemed to be the main player, but now, he couldn't participate in the basketball game, so he could only lie in bed and sigh silently.
Sad? Not really.
Regret? He doesn’t remember what he did. There is nothing to regret.
Confused or disappointed, these two seem to be more consistent with Wang Ming's state at this time. He is in a daze, just like during the day, just like yesterday, just like the day before yesterday, just as bored.
"Ding"
There was a beep in the elevator. Wang Ming's ward was not very far from the elevator. Although it was not very clear, he could hear a general idea.
"Another patient has been brought in..." Wang Ming thought.
In the elevator, a person walked out, walked around the corner, and walked towards Wang Ming's ward without any hesitation.