Madam leg hurts please hug

In the ward, there is the "didi" sound of the equipment working and the sound of the wall clock running.

The handsome man was sitting on the sofa by the window, his profile was as handsome as a knife, the light coming in through the glass window fell on his profile, his high nose bridge stood up like a mountain peak.

He lowered his head slightly, holding a stack of photos in his hand.

He looked at more than a dozen photos over and over again, with deep reluctance and nostalgia in his eyes.

The person in the photo is the same woman in a different place.

Every capture is exceptionally clear.

Long black hair shawl, fair and delicate face, slender figure and skin as white as snow.

Her face was as determined and stubborn as ever.

His hand holding the photo trembled a little, and his slender thumb couldn't help rubbing the face in the photo, as if he really touched her.

His appearance is gentle, like a deep lake.

His eyes seemed to be glued to the photo, unable to move away for a long time.

He wanted to ask her very much.

An Xiaoyue, are you okay?

An Xiaoyue, do you miss me?

An Xiaoyue, what should I do?I miss you so much that my heart hurts when I think about it.

But now, he can only tightly hold these photos sent from China, unable to say anything.

There was a sound of high heels at the door.

Then the door was pushed open.

Gong Yumo casually put the photo in his hand into the drawer next to him, and the calm and indifference of the past returned to his face.

"Brother Yumo, I bought you something to eat. See if you like it." Zhou Linxia walked to him and placed the food in his hand on the coffee table beside him.

His eyes unconsciously glanced at the drawer not far away, and then asked with a smile, "Brother Yumo, what were you looking at just now?"

"It's nothing." Gong Yumo replied calmly, glanced at the different styles of food on the coffee table, frowned slightly, "I can't eat, you can eat."

"Then how can I do it?" Zhou Linxia grabbed his arm, "You eat porridge every day, it's not nutritious."

Gong Yumo paused for a moment, then inadvertently pulled his arms away, and said softly, "I like white porridge."

Zhou Linxia watched him take the cane at the side, leaning on it with difficulty to stand up, she wanted to go up to help, but he refused.

He stubbornly stood up with his cane, and then slowly moved back to the hospital bed step by step.

Zhou Linxia looked at him, full of grievances.

Ever since she came to the United States, she wished she could be around him 24 hours a day, but for some reason, after coming to the United States, Brother Yumo seemed to be a stranger.

He never laughed or cracked jokes on her like he used to.

He seemed to have become another person, someone she was not familiar with.

He became more and more silent, and his face was always neither sad nor happy, as if no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't get him a smile.

Gong Yumo glanced at the clock on the wall, it was time for treatment.

He lay down quietly, staring at the white ceiling calmly, "Lin Xia, it's time for me to heal, you go out first."

"Then I'll come back later." Zhou Linxia glanced at the person on the hospital bed, then at the closed drawer, and then walked out.

In the silent ward, the cold equipment started to work.

In less than 10 minutes, Gong Yumo's face gradually turned pale, and a lot of thick sweat appeared on his forehead.

He pursed his lips tightly, allowing himself to be attacked by waves of pain.

Meanwhile, Professor Pi came in.

He glanced at the man on the hospital bed who was as stubborn as a piece of wood, and shook his head helplessly.

"Ah Mo," Professor Pi sighed, "I'm really afraid that when you are in good health, you will be sick in heart."

Gong Yumo smiled wryly, his voice hoarse, "Then you heal my leg first."

This leg has become more and more useless.

Couldn't even stand up.

Without crutches, he is a useless person. How can such a leg recover?
Professor Pi shook his head helplessly, "I understand, the medicine that can cure you is not here at all."

Four years ago, Gong Yumo was also at the risk of being paralyzed. He was almost unable to move in bed, but he stood up tenaciously and recovered very well.

In just one year, his behavior was no different from that of ordinary people.

But this time, his numbers didn't improve at all.

From the first day of treatment to now, not only did it not get better, but it got worse and worse.

This disease is still the same disease as before.

But this time the illness was not in his body, but in his heart.

The patient is still the same patient, and the doctor is still the same doctor.

What was missing, only he knew.

Gong Yumo lay motionless, after a long time he closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

It turned out that his medicine was An Xiaoyue.

With the stop working of the instrument, the treatment ends.

At this time, Gong Yumo was lying on the hospital bed, his face was so pale that there was no trace of blood, and his brows were full of pain.

Despite the unbearable pain, he never groaned.

Professor Pi looked at his stubborn look, shook his head and said, "I'm going out, what do you need to bring?"

Gong Yumo opened his eyes, looked straight at the ceiling, and shook his head slightly.

Just when Professor Pi was about to go out, he suddenly called out to him, "I have something, bring it for me."

Professor Pi turned to look at him.

He slightly bent the corner of his mouth and said in a hoarse voice, "Bring me a lollipop."

After speaking, he added, "Milk flavor, thank you."

A group of question marks appeared on Professor Pi's forehead, thinking that his ears had misheard, he asked uncertainly, "Lollipop?"

"Lollipop." Gong Yumo said again with certainty.

Professor Pi's eyes were full of shock, Ah Mo wanted to eat a lollipop?

This proud young master who didn't even like sweet food since he was a child, actually wants to eat candy now!
Professor Pi touched his forehead, but he didn't have a fever.

If your own brain is not broken, it may be someone else's brain is broken.

Ten minutes later, Professor Pi came back with a large jar of lollipops.

Yes, a big jar, full of two hundred pills.

At this time, Gong Yumo was sitting on the bedside reading a book. Professor Pi put a large can of lollipops on the cabinet next to his bed, showing a smile with eight teeth, "Ah Mo, you can only eat one lollipop a day." Oh, or you'll get cavities."

The corners of Gong Yumo's mouth twitched, and he looked at Professor Pi as if he was insane.

Professor Pi just suppressed his laughter and left the ward.

Gong Yumo's gaze fell on the can of lollipops, he picked out one, held it in his hand and looked at it.

Fortunately, after so many years, the packaging of this lollipop is still exactly the same as the one she gave him that year.

After a long time, he carefully placed the can of lollipops on the bedside table, as if treating a rare treasure.

As long as I see this candy, no matter how bitter my heart is, I can return to the sweetness a little bit.