Chapter 28 Game 4 Crown of Thorns (2)

He is an editor of a publishing house, and he came here to visit and make a draft.She didn't know why she told him where she was, maybe it was the kind and peaceful voice of the strange man on the phone.When he walked into the ward, she had a needle stuck in the vein on the back of her hand, her body could not move, and she was struggling to reach for the teacup on the bedside cabinet.In the teacup was the medicinal powder for bowel cleansing before the operation, and she couldn't pour the medicine into the water by herself.She had already started infusion before the operation to de-inflammatory her body.

In the same ward, two women who had undergone surgery had a steady stream of visiting colleagues or friends, accompanied by their parents and family members.Take advantage of painful moments to bemoan the privilege of being coquettish.She seemed strangely quiet, and no one came to visit.There are "Lao Tzu" and "Six Patriarch Altar Sutra" beside the pillow, and I just read them for a long time with a calm expression.She doesn't like asking for help.Do not talk to those around you.Black hair is sloppy, no makeup is applied, and she is wearing an overly baggy hospital gown.

After the infusion, she took him out of the ward and sat in the small garden of the hospital.Two or three peach blossoms bloomed just right.She sat on the stone bench, looked at the gorgeous petals falling in the wind, and said, I don't write anymore.I don't know when to start writing again.It seems to be whispering to myself, this spring, I haven't seen the peach blossoms well. He said, no family and friends to visit you? No.I live alone in Beijing.I don't have any friends I want to see right now. I'll come over to have a look during the operation. If you have time.OK

She promised him to come.So he was the only one who was by her side.He was by her bedside all night.The bedside lamp was always on, and every time I opened my eyes, I saw him observing her infusion tube.Whether the infusion rate is normal, or whether a new infusion bottle needs to be replaced.She infused glucose and anti-inflammatory drops overnight with analgesics.Warm blood gushes from the lower body, the uterus is bleeding, and the waist is sore and heavy, which is unbearable.As soon as he turned his body, the wound was torn on both sides.pain. She tossed and tossed and found it difficult to fall asleep.The residual effect of anesthesia remains in the brain, and hallucinations appear as soon as the eyes are closed.In the dark, countless fast-flying bright small objects interweave and shuttle each other, which is fantastic and magnificent.I also saw myself writing in a dream, line by line, smooth and beautiful sentences appeared in the dark, and then disappeared without a trace.

He pushed a pillow against her lower back.Gently stroked her wet hair.He heard a moan from her lips.With a slightly moist temperature, his fingers gently pressed against her eyelids.He said, Qing Zhao, fell asleep.You are going to sleep.So she closed her eyes.She remembered who he was. That night was infinitely long.she says.It was like boarding a ship setting off in the dark with him.The dark sea, the shimmering shore.He stayed up all night, listening to her scattered words until dawn.At 6:30 in the morning, the nurse came and removed the needle.He is rushing to work in the unit.She woke up with a fresh look on her face.The tired man rinsed his hair and face with cold water under the tap in the ward before standing by her bed to say goodbye.He was wearing a white shirt and was not tall.

The operation went well, he said.The bad stuff was taken out.The nurse came out of the operating room and showed it to me.You'll be fine, Qing Zhao.remember my name.I am Song. 3 the second day.From raga to khanmi.Nine hours on foot. After four o'clock in the afternoon.They walked in heavy raincoats and hats.Passing through the virgin forest that connects one mountain to another.The last vast expanse of woods.The sky was gloomy and the rain was pouring non-stop.The road here twists and turns between the trees, and dense raindrops fall between the leaves.The path is paved with mud and broken stones, and the streams rush and converge.The galoshes have been soaked in cold water and mud, completely soaked.

She stretched out her hand, and saw a leech on the back of her hand, erecting its soft and full body, shaking its tail with its sucker, looking for fresher and more fragrant blood, and its sucker at the other end had pierced into the skin.There are three more on the wrist.She pinched their tails respectively and pulled them off decisively.Slimy, mutilated limbs wriggled around fingers, scraping against stone.Don't care if they die or disappear, they're everywhere anyway.They have entered the leech area.There are almost leeches on rucksacks, raincoats, leggings, and gloves.This kind of mollusc lives in the leaves and bushes. As long as someone passes by and touches these plants, the leech will attach to the human skin, and precisely insert the extremely sensitive and greedy sucker into the blood vessel, and continue to penetrate deeply.

The blood that gushes out of the wound cannot coagulate because the released toxins impair coagulation.They stung her forehead or scalp.This gentle adsorption produces a slight itching, and sometimes only the blood flowing down from the eyes can be felt.As natural as sweating.She hadn't seen her own blood for a long time.The bleeding was profuse.It's like a renewal. She walks faster than him.Standing in the depths of the dark forest waiting for him to catch up.Feet soaked in the water and lost consciousness.Even though there is no strength at all, willpower still dominates the rigid and weak body to move forward mechanically.If you stop, the drenched clothes will seep into the cold air.Must rely on walking to provide body heat.