Chapter 48 first quarter

At 9:20 am on July 9th, I got the discharge summary and bill in advance.At 10:45, I returned to 301 on Maoming Road with my laptop and a few sundries on my back. I was too lazy to unpack my luggage and took out my computer to surf the Internet first. Sister He Ying told me on MSN that Su Ya's parents sued Paro Pharmaceuticals for the case of suicide caused by the "Adkang" experiment, and the trial will be held in eleven days, that is, on Tuesday, July 20.After Ren Jinran's suicide case, the plaintiffs postponed the trial, thinking that they could collect more favorable evidence, but now, they seem to regret not ending the lawsuit earlier.Because Su Ya's case changed from suicide to murder, it was tantamount to losing all the chances of winning. It would be better to withdraw the lawsuit and save a sum of legal fees.Of course, they are not willing to withdraw the lawsuit.

Sister He Ying had some complaints about Su Huaiyuan and Qi Xiuzhen, saying that the old couple was "very strange". They were the ones who insisted that their daughter had no reason to commit suicide at the beginning. It seemed that the only reason was that she participated in the experiment of "Adcon" and was poisoned to death by this drug.As a result, the police made further investigations and found that it was not suicide but murder. They were unhappy again and asked the lawyer to provide the court with a lot of evidence, such as serious depression, too much work pressure, and a difficult love life, etc., insisting on proving Their daughter committed suicide.

Didn't they keep suing Paro Pharmaceuticals to "seek justice" for their daughter?Now even the murderer who killed her daughter is not interested in pursuing. Obviously, what they care about is only getting a large amount of compensation from the lawsuit. Is this how they "seek justice" for Su Ya? He Ying complained about this for several days. In fact, in the final analysis, she felt that her sympathy more than a month ago was wasted.So I had to praise her for her kindness and innocence, and then pretended to blame her for being "too naive" to make her feel better.

Now it seems that the obstacles in front of "Adkang" have been completely cleared away.Now that the experimental drugs were all replaced by placebos by Xu Chen, the patients who participated in the experiments committed suicide, and the evaluation data of the "drug group" and "placebo group" were evenly matched. These are not problems. "Adkang" can restart the third phase of the experiment. Even if the drug is not effective, it can be arranged in advance in terms of skills. For example, let the assessor give the patient some hints. Not to be underestimated.He Ying said, these are Lu Tianlan's original words.

However, this is only a theoretical situation.In reality, during my hospitalization, Lu Tianlan personally contacted Ruian Hospital several times, but the hospital refused to accept the "Adkon" experiment no matter what. Lu Tianlan had to contact several other tertiary first-class hospitals, and talked about four or five of them in two or three days, all of which were the old relationships she cultivated when she was the sales manager.For many years, there have been many private money transactions.The replies I got were all polite refusals, and no amount of money would be given overtly or secretly.

The reason is very simple. Less than two months after the trial of a drug, two patients who participated in the trial died. A car accident turned a Mitsubishi SUV into an orange.Although these unlucky things have nothing to do with "Aidekang" in theory, and even one of the two large medicine bottles of "Aidekang" has not been touched, but who can say that it really has nothing to do with it?Just like who can say that placebos really have no effect, which drugs really have some definite effect?How much can a person understand? If any company has the guts to continue this experiment, this time, the small lotus-red pills are really taken out of the medicine bottle and distributed to patients, what more evil things will happen?

It is estimated that He Ying stayed in the office by herself these days, no one gossips, and when she got bored, she replaced the nagging on her mouth with enthusiasm for online chatting. It was only eight and a half days from when I woke up from a coma to when I was discharged from the hospital. The typing speed is much faster. July 9th was Friday, and after she chatted with me, she moved out of the old routine again.She told me not to worry about work when I was discharged from the hospital, and take a good rest at home on weekends. If I feel mentally unwell on Monday, it doesn’t matter if I rest for a few more days.

Honestly, I can't stand it. I asked, "Do you want me to come over this afternoon?" He Ying replied: "Don't ruin my image, okay? I came to work right after I was discharged from the hospital. If you don't know, I thought I abused you." Then she said, "If you really want to come, let's do it on Monday. You don't have to rush to clock in in the morning, come later That's fine." She had this problem, thought to herself, and said politely. I can't wait it's true.I remembered that I hadn't eaten lunch yet, but I wasn't hungry at all. I just felt that this room made my chest tight and my whole body was stiff, and I couldn't open the doors and windows any further.Could it be that my claustrophobia is getting worse.

I staggered downstairs, walked out of the alley, and turned into Seven-Eleven.I walked past the refrigerator, bypassing the shampoo and paper towels, and came to the shelf of biscuits and snacks, and found two rows of plain instant noodles.I squatted there, gently touching the dry noodles under the plastic bag, they were like tiny bones.It took me a full twenty minutes to crush them silently, bag after bag, without leaving an inch intact. I was even more limping and aimless as I dragged my numb legs out of Seven-Eleven.I walked about four or five stops, passing through two Family Marts, a Lianhua, a Lawson, and a Carrefour.I walked in silently, kneaded all the bags of instant noodles into powder silently, did my best, and walked out silently, without anyone noticing.

Bill didn't refute my reasoning.He even smiled at me that dark morning and said, "Let's just say, your little head isn't too bad." But then, he still said a lot to me, this mother-in-law guy, I knew that he would tell me something before he was taken away.He said: "There is something I have to tell you. If I don't say it, I won't have a chance in the future, so you can't refuse to hear it this time...it's about 'lemon'." After Christmas Eve in 2007, Bill went to see Lemon instead of me, and returned the "Environmental Resources Protection Act" that "Lemon" left with me back then.It only took five minutes, but "Lemon" took the initiative to let him sit in Zhangjiang's Yili Cafe and chatted with him a lot.

"Lemon" talked about the largest lawn in front of the statue of Chairman Mao on campus, where I always love to take a nap.He likes to look at me in deep sleep. When I'm asleep, no matter how I look at me, he doesn't feel unnatural, so he greedily looks at me.When we woke up, we were fighting and fighting, as if whoever looked at the other more often would lose the wind. He said, I like to frown even when I sleep, and he really wants to know what troubles are in my heart, but when I wake up, we always say some irrelevant witty words, as if we are so happy that there is no tomorrow. He always thinks that I am a girl unwilling to be ordinary, and my ambition for the future may be greater than that of a man like him.He just wants to have a stable job in the future, a practical life, and doesn't want to fight with others. He feels ashamed to tell me this kind of thinking.Nearly graduating, everyone yearned for the foreign-funded law firms of Hang Lung and Jinmao Tower. He chose to work in the legal department of Pudong Software Park, as if he had exiled himself to the wilderness like Zhangjiang. To be honest, he is not sure whether I will be willing to follow him to live an ordinary life, buy vegetables and cook for the rest of my life, but he still plans to give it a try.Before graduation, he chose a ring in Xie Ruilin. On the day when I vacated the dormitory, he sent me back to Maoming Road. The whole journey was turbulent and hectic. He felt that it was not time to speak. When he saw my serious face and remained silent, he suddenly wondered if I had already decided to break up.The two of them remained silent until they helped me carry my suitcase up to the third floor. He stood at the door, sweating profusely, and nervously touched the small box in the pocket of his jeans, only to find that his phone was gone. I saw it falling on the stairs, at the turn of the third floor and the second floor.He turned around to pick it up, but before he reached the cell phone, he heard a soft sound behind him, and the door of 301 was closed. He stood on the stairs for a long time, but I squatted on the ground with my back against the door and cried, completely unaware.He thought, this is my decision, which is also good, saving him embarrassment. After that, hundreds of times, he looked at my name on the phone, just looking at it, staring in a daze, but it seemed that the number would never be dialed.When winter came, he finally plucked up the courage to press the call button. He had already thought of an excuse in advance. He thought it would be more natural. Otherwise, what should I say? Do you miss you? Do you want to break up like this? ? He heard my voice, and the "hello" sounded odd.He said that he wanted me to help him find the "Environmental Resources Protection Law", which might be in my luggage.Then he heard me say that I had a bad cold and didn't want to be disturbed, so he hung up the phone, leaving him with an empty silence, as if the phone had suddenly become a piece of scrap metal.He still held up his mobile phone and listened to the silence for a long time, then he said to the mobile phone in a tone that was unfamiliar to him: "Xiao You, marry me, we will never be separated again." Bill said: "He still keeps that ring, but he told me not to tell you." After saying these words, Bill was taken to another room by Wang Xiaoshan.The sky gradually turned blue and white, and the rain shone like satin in the morning light.I looked at the rain outside the window and tried to look at the rain, but tears still flowed all over my face. What does that mean?Take "lemon" out to talk about things, Kong Rong is like a pear, and finally entrusted me to another person, so you can feel at ease, old ostrich? I tried to recall "Lemon", everything about him was still so clear and painful, but I didn't realize until now that I can't imagine how to live with him anymore.What I love is only him in the memory, maybe what I love is only the memory that belongs to me, all kinds of feelings I had at that time, the person in reality has become strange to me. If I were asked to choose someone from all over the world to go shopping hand in hand, eat face to face, and talk in the dark, I would still only choose Bill.It doesn't matter if he's a murderer, even if it's me he tried to kill.It's strange, for all this, I am angry and wronged, but this does not affect my desire to have him by my side at all times.Is it the sum of illusions that determine a person's will, and facts are useless to the brain. Afterwards, I got angry with Wang Xiaoshan and asked him why he knew that Bill was the murderer, but he didn't tell me earlier. Wang Xiaoshan said that he did not know before. He arranged for me to be hospitalized so that he could monitor the people around me and find out the murderer, because he was sure that the murderer failed once or twice and would definitely wait for the opportunity to attack me again.So Wang Xiaoshan didn't monitor Bill alone, he observed everyone who came to visit me.Originally every morning, when Bill sent me back to the ward, Wang Xiaoshan went back to sleep after get off work as usual, but that morning, Bill’s reaction after he came out was a bit weird, so he followed him all the time, unexpectedly, he happened to track down Bill’s destruction of evidence. scene. Case finally closed.I have no joy of victory. I lingered in one supermarket after another. The supermarkets on weekends were rich in supplies. Families who were waiting for their purchases on weekends might come after dark.I was terrified of encountering such a scene, but I had nowhere to go. After finely crushing the hundredth bag of instant noodles, I decided to go home.I walked out of the gate of the supermarket, the night sky was clear, and there were one or two stars following me far away. Then I remembered that I was walking on the street this afternoon. I didn’t get a drop of rain, and the sun was shining. I don’t know when it started. The rainy season in Shanghai is over. This strange and clear night made me lose my way home. I circled the city in a big circle, and everywhere was the same high-rise buildings and the smell of car exhaust.My legs were sore, my back was hard to support, and my knuckles were broken. This is the price for murdering a hundred bags of instant noodles.Half of my head hurt like it was going to explode, my nose was dry and every inch of my bone was aching. I supported the handrail and half dragged my body up to the third floor.I took out the key from the milk crate to open the door, stepped into the living room, and reached out to the table to feel for the sanitation as usual, but I couldn’t find it. I searched again in the dim light of the bar opposite, but it still wasn’t there. I suddenly remembered where the pills had gone, cursed under my breath, and turned on the living room light for the first time in years. I found dozens of phials in a drawer in the living room.Picked up one, it said "after August 15th, 2010" on the bottle, picked up another one, and it said "after October 10th, 2010".Bill's handwriting, he wrote it very squarely so that I could read it. I unscrewed the two bottles in a fit of anger, poured out four aluminum foil cubes, peeled off the pills, turned on the tap, and swallowed the four Sanlitong pills together.Cold water washed my face, wet my hair, flowed down my neck into my vest, and I laughed in the running water, laughing at us poor prisoners in the little bottle of "today" , I often talk about "the future" to comfort others, and recall the "past" to comfort myself, as if the world we can know and grasp is really big.