Chapter 11 Section 8

The boring days lasted for several weeks, during which I underwent all kinds of inspections and tests.The doctor and the two assistants refused to tell me anything, how is my recovery?Look at the gunshot wound in the mirror while changing the bandages, at least the appearance is returning to normal.It is said that plastic surgery technology has made great progress. These days, every time I wake up, I feel that my physical strength is recovering a little bit.When the body is healthy, is the spirit also synchronized?I thought maybe the brain transplant would have unintended effects, but Dr. Domoto said it was almost impossible.I also just said it.

After lunch, I asked Ms. Orange: "When will I be discharged from the hospital?" These words have become my mantra recently. "Soon." She replied, this is undoubtedly her mantra, but the following words are different from usual, "But today there is a gift." "Gift?" She held the plate with the bowls and chopsticks in both hands, looked at me smiling and stepped back, stood by the door, and said "Come in". The door opened slowly, revealing a slender arm. "Ah!" I cried out. The owner with thin arms poked his head in. His short hair and freckles on his nose were exactly the same as before.

"Hi," Ah Hui said, "How do you feel?" In the words of the doctor and Ruosheng, I had a problem with the language area of ​​the frontal lobe, and I couldn't speak at all. I just moved my lips and looked at Miss Orange. "We can receive guests from today," she said, "except for the media. I hurriedly notified Miss Yecun first." "Just tell me earlier." I was finally able to speak out. "The motive is very simple, I want to surprise you, haven't you been excited for a long time?" She squeezed her eyes, "Okay, let's talk slowly."

She went out and closed the door, and Ah Hui and I were still looking at each other silently. I couldn't think of a suitable sentence, and there was still a problem with the language area. "benefit……" As soon as I opened my mouth, Ah Hui galloped over, wrapped her long arms around my neck, and pressed her freckled face close to me.I hugged her thin body tightly, kissing her almost out of breath. After the hug, Ah Hui knelt down on the floor, took my hand and pressed it against her face: "Great, I'm still alive." Her body was trembling slightly. "Alive. You must have heard that I was saved?"

"Well, it's unbelievable. You're hurt that badly." "When did you know I was hit in the head?" "Usui told me at work." Usui was a student who lived next door to me. We often went out for drinks and had a little friendship. "Are you freaking out?" "I thought I was going to die—say myself. It was so exciting that my heart stopped beating." "I heard you come every day." "Still talking!" Ah Hui pressed my hand hard to my face, "I was so worried that I couldn't sleep at all. The people in the hospital said that you were fine and you were saved, but how can you rest assured if you don't see it with your own eyes? After reading your letter and photos, I cried with joy."

I hugged her tightly and kissed her again.After letting go of her lips, I looked at her and asked, "Do you know why I was saved and what surgery I did?" "Of course I know." She blinked and nodded, looking at my eyes alternately, "After you were sent to this hospital, there was an explosive news about the world's first ultra-strong surgery. The newspaper said Employee A of a certain company, I think, anyone who knew you were attacked would have guessed it. But the exact news was told to me by a person surnamed Ruosheng when I received your letter." "It turns out that you were not officially notified before this."

"It is said that it is stipulated that only immediate family members should be informed, but you have no relatives, so you made an exception and told me. Mr. Ruoruo is very kind." "Although I'm a little nervous." I smiled, parted her bangs, and touched her beautiful eyebrows, "I have other people's parts in my head." "really can not believe it." "Creepy?" Ah Hui closed her eyes and shook her head, her short brown hair shook like a bird's feathers. "It's amazing. You're going to walk two lives." "So I have a heavy responsibility."

"But," she stared into my eyes, as if trying to see through something, "how does it feel? Is there anything different from before?" "No, nothing has changed." "Oh..." She tilted her head in disbelief. "How are you all, the uncles from Xinguangtang?" Xinguangtang is a painting shop where Ah Hui works.I have known the mustache uncle there for four years. "Everyone is worried, but also a little excited." "Excited? I'm still excited after suffering such a big crime?" "No, no, it's not appropriate to say that you're excited. I mean, although your name hasn't been made public, haven't you become a world famous person? Just thinking of having such a person around you makes me feel uneasy."

"Haha..." I can imagine everyone's psychology.If I had exchanged positions with Uncle, probably I would feel the same way. "I almost forgot," Ah Hui picked up the paper bag on the floor, "I thought you might feel bored, so I brought it from the store. I didn't care about buying flowers." Inside the paper bag is a large sketchbook.I cheered: "As expected of Ah Hui, you know what I want most now." "How many sketches can I draw before leaving the hospital?" "I want to get out before I run out of paper, thank you so much," I said to her, stroking the white cover of my sketchbook, as if inspired right away.

Then I chatted with her about the days in the hospital, and when she found her brain slice in the middle of the night, she held her breath. "No, it's about this time!" When the conversation came to an end, Ah Hui looked at his watch and opened his eyes wide, "I came out during work hours." "Sneaking away." "Suddenly there was a call, and as soon as I heard that I could see you, I rushed over without saying a word." Ah Hui took my hand and stood up, and pressed my hand to her chest, "Look, it's still pounding!" Jump like a dream.

"I'm alive." I stared at her, as if declaring, "I'm not dead yet, there are still many things I want to do." "Yeah." She gently put down my hand like putting down some precious and fragile object, and then looked at me again, "You seem to be more reliable than before." "Oh?" I didn't expect her to say that, I smiled embarrassedly, "Actually, I'm in a good mood recently, and I feel like I've been reborn." "That's how I felt when I first saw you when I entered the room. So it's not an illusion." She had a happy face, "I will never come again." "Waiting for you." I said. After she walked out of the room, I unconsciously hummed a ditty.