Chapter 14 Section 10

I was discharged from the hospital in two days, forty-eight hours before being completely free. The doctor said, I don't need to do any more tests, my brain has been healed.Hearing the doctor draw such a conclusion, I am in a good mood as a patient.But it cannot be denied that while I am happy, there is still a huge uneasiness covering my heart like a fog.I know that the operation I performed is of great significance. Is this all right?I feel like something important has been forgotten. But I do feel that there is no problem with my health, especially my physical strength, which is much better than before I was hospitalized.This is because the range of activities has been expanding recently, and I go to the underground fitness center in the surgical ward once a day.I was brought there initially as part of a functional training session, and after I realized there was no need for that kind of training, I was just there to catch up.The diet during the hospitalization also played a role, so that the slightly bloated belly before the accident lost the fat.I hadn't taken much serious physical activity before, and I never knew that exercising can make people feel so happy.But after having a sense of fulfillment, sometimes there will be shadows in my heart, and I feel that I am afraid of something.What exactly is it?

Before I was discharged from the hospital, Ah Hui brought me new clothes—an orange knitted sweater.I was brought here in a shirt and a sweater, but it's summer now.I thanked Ah Hui and asked her, "Have the media guys stopped?" "Well, I don't see much of it anymore, but the period after the press conference was the scariest." "I've caused you trouble. After leaving the hospital, I have to apologize to the uncle immediately." "It's okay, and it's not bad for you." Ah Hui smiled slightly. Last week, a press conference was held in the conference room of the hospital. I also attended the press conference under the condition that the reporters promised not to take pictures or report with their real names.Now I am not afraid to attend this kind of public event, which was unimaginable before.

Dr. Tang Yuan answered technical questions and questions about future prospects. After that, the reporters focused on me.The questioner was a young woman about my age with a rational face. The first question was: "How do you feel?" I replied: "Very nervous." For some reason, everyone laughed. "Do you feel any strange?" The female reporter resumed her serious expression and continued to ask. "No." "Won't you have a headache or something?" "No, it feels great." The female reporter nodded, full of curiosity.I found that the eyes of other journalists did not seem to be looking at the interviewees, but like tourists who saw a new exhibit.

When asked how I feel now, I replied that I was very happy, and then I would like to thank Dr. Tang Yuan and other people who saved my life-this is my heartfelt words. "What do you think of the accident?" "ACCIDENT?" "That's right, you were shot for no reason." The female reporter's eyes lit up, and many reporters also leaned forward. "About that—" I swallowed, and looked around everyone's faces, "I can't answer anything yet, I want to spend some time thinking about it slowly." This answer obviously failed their hopes, and the questioner's eyes were full of disappointment and suspicion, "What does this mean? You must hate the criminal, right?"

"certainly." They showed the look of "it's true, it's fine to say no earlier".She then asked, "Any thoughts?" I can only shut up.Hating a criminal and seeing things are two completely different things.I basically know nothing about the process of the case, so don't I need to spend time thinking about it when I express my thoughts on things that are unclear?A week or two is not enough. I thought about it, but didn't say anything.The female reporter began to ask Dr. Tang Yuan other questions, and the question time for me was over.The next day's newspaper said that I said this: "The perpetrator is hateful, and there is no other feeling."

After the press conference, the reporters' interview offensive continued for a long time.They couldn't catch new clues, so they began to invade my life circle.I don't know where they heard the news, they flocked to Xinguangtang where Ah Hui works, fortunately they haven't sniffed out the relationship between me and Ah Hui. "Although Ah Chun's name was not mentioned, it means that there is no privacy." "No way, this didn't start from now on." "But I'm still a little worried about what will happen after you leave the hospital." Ah Hui picked up the sketchbook, opened it, and saw that the thirteen sketches in it were all of her own face, and blushed as she flipped through it.

"I really want to start drawing seriously earlier." I said. "In two days, I can paint as much as I want." "Yes, the models are ready-made again." "Naked ones are not allowed." Ah Hui glanced at me mischievously, looked at the sketchbook again, and then tilted her head. "What's wrong?" "Well, it's nothing." Ah Hui flipped through the sketchbook several times, "I think your brushwork has changed slightly compared to before. I don't feel it in the first few pictures, but it becomes more obvious as you go to the back."

"Oh?" I picked up the sketchbook and read it again from the beginning, fully understanding what she meant, "It really is. It has changed a bit, and the lines seem to have hardened." "Yes, it's great to draw my face with sharp edges and corners." Ah Hui looked very happy. I remembered how Dr. Tang Yuan looked last night.When he saw the sketchbook, he must make a copy as a document.At that time, the doctor was still the eyes of a researcher.But I don't know if it was my illusion, but he seemed a little different from usual, frowning as if he was enduring something, and his expression was even a little sad.I asked him what was wrong, and the doctor replied: "It's nothing, it's not easy for you to recover like this."

"What's wrong?" Seeing that I was distracted, Ah Hui was very surprised. I shook my head: "I'm thinking about this painting. The overall feeling is different, probably because the inner needs are not met. A normal man will become a werewolf after being locked in a secret room for so many days. It seems that It's a sign of rage." "Be patient for another two days." Ah Hui came over and put his arms around my neck, "But Ah Chun, you have really become a reliable man, like turning from a chrysalis into a butterfly." "Not your type?"

"Well, I like Ah Chun in the past, and I like the current one even more." Ah Hui acted coquettishly.