Sister, please stop

Sweat all over the body, and the wind will make you feel uncomfortable. "

Xu Yuan sent to escort two little girls who were about the same age as Luo Qingbai, and they joked with Luo Qingbai: "Hurry up and put on the quilt, you are running wild."

Luo Qingchi was silent, and looked at Zhao Han eagerly. Zhao Han asked her what was wrong, and she stretched out her arms again: "I want to get dressed..."

Zhao Han stuffed her arm back again: "What clothes are you wearing in the middle of the night?"

Luo Qingbai called out pleadingly to senior sister, Zhao Han sat next to her, and suddenly remembered: "Do you want to go to the bathroom?"

Luo Qingbai nodded quickly, struggling to get up, Zhao Han held her down: "I inserted the catheter, just relax, it will be fine."

Luo Qingbai's entire face turned red.

Zhao Han took the notebook on the small bedside cabinet and showed her: "The doctor asked to record the scale!"

Luo Qingbai glanced at it, there were three lines written on it, marking the time and milliliters, obviously Zhao Han changed her urine bag more than once, Luo Qingbai turned his head away and did not speak.

Zhao Han chatted with the two girls sent by Xu Yuan. In Luo Qingbai's situation, if Zhao Han were to leave, she would definitely not leave. The three of them would stay up all night for nothing. If something happened, she would have to rely on the doctor. He simply sent the two little girls back to sleep and stayed by himself.

There is still an empty bed in the intensive care unit, Zhao Han is too particular about not moving anymore, she looked at the liquid in the hanging bottle and the urine volume in the urine bag, presumably set an alarm clock and prepared to sleep for a while, bypassing Luo Qingbai On the other side of his head, he saw Luo Qingbai laying his arms on his head with his eyes closed, weeping silently.

Zhao Han looked at her and paused, went to the bathroom to wash a towel, and wiped Luo Qingbai's face.

Luo Qingbai seems to hide a snow mountain in his heart. Tears are the melting snow mountain water. As long as the temperature is high, there will be an endless source of energy, and it will become the birthplace of a long river and a big river.

As if giving up, Zhao Han put the towel aside, watched her cry, watched her go from silent to sobbing, and finally couldn't help covering her mouth, with a warning: "Still crying!"

Luo Qingbai cried even more fiercely.

The nurse came to round the ward again, looking at the situation, she was a little confused: "What's going on, don't let the patient cry!" She checked the drugs for Luo Qingyi's needles, and comforted Luo Qingyi: "Why are you crying? , the operation went very well, we cleaned up the effusion very well, and the ovaries are growing well, and you will be discharged from the hospital in a few days, besides, there are still a lot of people who care about you and wait for you to wake up from the paralysis before leaving , there is no need to cry when you are sick, you will get better quickly if you cooperate with the treatment happily!"

Luo Qingbai didn't say a word, probably because the snow mountain in his heart hadn't melted yet, and the tears kept coming.

When the nurse went out, Zhao Han felt like a hive nestled in her heart. She couldn't calm down and ran out to smoke in the middle of the night.

When she came back, she washed the towel again and wiped Luo Qingbai's face. She sat on the stool and leaned against the small cabinet beside the bed. The cold air on her body made Luo Qingbi shiver a little. Zhao Han tucked her in the quilt and said, thinking about it Said: "Don't worry, what is your disease? The scientific name is endometriosis. I asked, it's not a serious disease. Many people... many people..."

Zhao Han paused, reorganized his words, and said with a smile: "It's not a serious disease. Although it can't be cured, it will recur, but it's really not a serious disease. It is said that the best treatment is to get married, have children, and get pregnant." The process itself is a form of treatment...you will have regular check-ups, and there will be no problems, and many of them will heal on their own after giving birth!"

"As the nurse said, it's normal to be sick. Be happy to cooperate with the treatment, and soon..."

Luo Qingbai suddenly said: "I don't want to get married and have children!"

Zhao Han was interrupted and paused for a while. She didn't know where to start, but the strength of that cigarette couldn't suppress the depression in her heart. She carried a wet towel to the bathroom to wash, and leaned against the sink in a daze.

Luo Qingbai was lying down, about to be drowned in tears.

Luo Qingbai overslept during the operation. She couldn't move all night because she was bound by the bottle and the equipment, so she could only pretend to sleep.

Zhao Han wants to look at Luo Qingbai's hanging bottle, but also Luo Qingbai's urine bag, and Luo Qingbai's monitoring equipment does not know what's wrong, it always reports low blood pressure, beeps Zhao Han couldn't sleep even if he wanted to.

After staying up until dawn, Zhao Han had two particularly obvious dark circles, washed his face with cold water, and called to ask for half a day off. The leader readily agreed, saying that the colleague who stayed in Xuyuan for trial operation also asked for leave because of a sprained ankle. , there is a shortage of people at Xuyuan, Zhao Han is familiar with the project, so he will go there directly in the afternoon.

These are small shoes, but Xuyuan's side is close to the place where Luo Qingbai was hospitalized, Zhao Han agreed very readily without saying a word.

At around eight o'clock, the nurse came to make rounds, handed out the thermometer, and removed the monitoring equipment. A nurse came and looked at Zhao Han's urine output recorded by Zhao Han's hard work overnight. When he lifted the quilt, he was about to pull out the catheter. She called out and searched for Zhao Han in a panic. Zhao Han pressed her and squeezed her hand: "Don't be nervous, it's all right!"

Being left hanging like this without self-control made Luo Qingyi more embarrassing than the pain of pulling out the catheter itself. Luo Qingyi grabbed Zhao Han's hand very hard, and the other hand was also clutching the bed sheet under him. Closing Luo Qingbai's eyes, he said softly: "It's okay, it will be soon."

After pulling out the urinary catheter, there is no need to rush. When Luo Qingbai came, he was wearing work clothes, and there was no close-fitting clothes to wear. Zhao Han asked the nurse for a hospital gown, and half dragged and half hugged Luo Qingbai, only giving it to her. Wearing a shirt.

The doctor who made the ward rounds said that after the injection was finished, he could get out of bed today. Zhao Han waited for Xu Yuan's escorts to be in place, and she went back to get clothes for Luo Qingyi first.

Fortunately, Luo Qingbai lived in Zhao Han's place because of the heating failure in those few days, and she still had all the clothes for a change of clothes. She took the clothes and called Li He on the way to the hospital, asking her mother to cook some soup for her body tomorrow. .

Although Luo Qingbai could be helped to get up, she had three holes in her stomach and then stitched them up. The wounds made her unable to bend down and put on her pants freely. Zhao Han and Luo Qingbai took care of it when there was no one in the ward. , now it's cold, Zhao Han also took two pairs of socks for her to wear.

He said he was able to move, but he just walked on the floor of the ward. Zhao Han didn't help her, but he was afraid that she might get dizzy, so he stayed by her side all the time. After walking back and forth three or two times, Luo Qingbai lay back on the bed exhausted.

Zhao Han pulled up the quilt for her and asked her, "Do you have to take off your socks when you sleep?"

Luo Qingbai leaned against the head of the hospital bed and called, "Sister..."

Zhao Han slapped her feet: "What are you asking me for?"

Luo Qingbai laughed and burst into tears: "Yes."

When she returned to this city, when she came to Zhao Han for the first time, it was raining that day, and she waited for a long time, her shoes and socks were soaked. When Zhao Han helped her get her coat, she stretched her neck to look over and saw Zhao Han. Han dug out dry socks from the bottom drawer of the closet, held them for a while and put them back.

It was this pair of socks that made her understand that although she had defected cowardly, it was not impossible to start all over again. It was her first little hope when her eyes were blackened.

Zhao Han didn't know what Luo Qingbai was thinking, so he took off her socks and stuffed them at the end of the bed: "Don't go out today, if there is something wrong, tell the doctor, the escort... Oh, I have to go to work, I won't come at night Yes, call if you need something."

Luo Qingbai looked at Zhao Han: "Senior sister, then... are you still coming? When will you come?"

Zhao Han met Luo Qingbai's dark eyes and said, "Tomorrow morning, I'll bring you breakfast."

When Zhao Han came home from get off work, Li He had already bought a pigeon to make soup according to the recommendation of the vegetable market owner. When he was cleaning up at night, he couldn't help asking Zhao Han: "Can you tell me a little bit about it? Whose lady is this pigeon soup for?" The words were unabashed gossip and teasing, and there was a smile that couldn't be hidden.

Zhao Han was helping Li He pick green vegetables, he paused for a while.

She didn't intend to hide this matter, it was considered to be a discussion with Li He, she put down the food in her hand, and said softly: "Luo Qingbai."

The smile on Li He's face froze for a moment, he quickly covered it up, and lowered his head to wash the pigeon meat: "She's back?"

"Well, I'm back."

"Last time, you and Guan Nan were the only ones who went out to eat. When you went out to pick someone up after eating, Luo Qingbai was the one you picked up?"

"Yes."

Li He swiftly put the pigeon meat into the pressure cooker, and his subordinates kept busy: "Zhao Han, you still like her, very much?"

Zhao Han didn't answer this question, she put the dishes under the faucet to wash and said: "Mom, I want to take her back to live with me for a while after she was discharged from the hospital. The problem, I have lived there for a few days, but..."

Li He hesitated: "Live with you? You have a room, can anyone agree?"

Zhao Han: "..." She sighed, as if she didn't know where to start.

For this meal of fresh pigeon soup, Li He used the timing function of the pressure cooker, and even found a thermos bucket, which had been useless for many years. Li He took it out and poured hot water to scrub it. Zhao Han copied two With one hand in the kitchen as a decoration, Li He swayed for a while, and Li He pushed her: "Get out, you big man just takes up space!"

Zhao Han wandered out of the kitchen, and wandered in again after a while. Li He hadn't finished washing a thermos bucket yet. Zhao Han took over and shined it on the light. It was so shiny that there was really no need to wash it again .

Zhao Han put the thermos bucket aside to control the water, and said: "Mom, she is not the same as before, she is more courageous and persistent than before..." The original intention was to prevent Li He from worrying, Zhao Han said, He actually said some details that he didn't pay attention to, and even convinced himself.

Luo Qingbai used to be bullied by others and would only say that she didn't have any, but now she knows how to resist; she used to wish she could protect herself by putting herself in a sack and disguising herself as a bag of potatoes, and now she has learned to imitate makeup; Run away if you refuse, even if you are rejected now, you still know that you will come back again!

This may be Luo Qingbai's unspoken attitude and determination—she wasn't sure whether Luo Qingbai's determination was enough to support them for the rest of their lives. Confidence, you can't ask Luo Qingbai with the same standard.

When Zhao Han put the insulated bucket in place, he had already made a step back—don't talk about the rest of his life, just give it a try.

Li He didn't say anything more, and got up early the next day to see if the pressure cooker's timer was accurate and whether the soup was well boiled. The oily flowers floated off the top, and a layer of green vegetable leaves was sprinkled on it, and half a bucket was filled for Zhao Han to take with him.

Li He's house was far away from anywhere, so Zhao Han hurried out early in the morning. In winter, it was still dark outside. Zhao Han drove through the quiet and empty streets to the hospital. It was only after seven o'clock when he arrived, and the sky was gray and bright.

Luo Qingbai wandered around the ward twice, tried to go out, dangled in the corridor wrapped in clothes, saw Zhao Han who was going upstairs with his scarf on, walked quickly to greet him, his breath became uneven, and his face turned pale.

Zhao Han reached out to support her: "Won't you slow down?"

Luo Qingchi snorted and leaned against Zhao Han.

Zhao Han put his arms around her waist and brought her back to the ward. When she took off her shoes and went to bed, Zhao Han glanced at her bare feet. Luo Qingbai buried her feet in the quilt. Zhao Han didn't say anything about her, but only asked: " Are you ventilated? Can you eat?"

Luo Qingbai blushed: "It can be eaten."

Liquid food is best after the operation, and the soup is just right. Luo Qingbai held the bowl and dawdled until the nurse shouted at the door: "Bed 23, let's do a cleanup!"

Luo Qingbai obviously shrank his shoulders.

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Although Zhao Han didn't have much idea about this "cleaning up", but looking at Luo Qingbai shivering, it seemed to be quite a big deal.

Zhao Han cleaned up the dishes and waited for Luo Qingbai to get out of bed. When he went out, he asked her: "Is it okay, can you do it yourself?"

A little nurse bumped into Luo Qingbai with a smile and comforted Luo Qingbai: "Bed 23? Don't be nervous, was it you who almost fell off the bed yesterday afternoon? It scared us to death. Cleaning up is like this. It doesn't hurt when you relax!"

Luo Qingbai squeezed Zhao Han's hand, and gave the nurse a particularly stiff smile.

At the door of the disposal room, the family members were left outside, Zhao Han said: "No, I'll accompany you." Luo Qingbai hurriedly broke away from Zhao Han's hand: "No senior, I, I'll go in."

Zhao Han stood waiting outside the door of the disposal room, only to hear the nurse inside remind: "Take off the pants on one leg and lie on the bed, open your legs, relax, relax, ouch, relax!"

She probably knew what was going on with the cleanup.

When Luo Qingbai came out, his face was pale, and he grabbed Zhao Han's hand and used his strength to go back to the ward.

Zhao Han knew that she was like this, not only because of the pain, but because of the old scars, even if Zhao Han was depressed, he couldn't comfort her, so he just patted her on the back.

Luo Qingbai leaned on Zhao Han's shoulder all of a sudden, and said with a long breath: "Senior sister, I will be fine, really, I didn't hide or move today, I will gradually get better."

Zhao Han knew what she was talking about, so he held his breath in his heart and didn't catch his breath.

At this time, comforting words are too light and shapeless.

The minimally invasive was discharged from the hospital in three days, and the doctor advised to take sick leave for one month. On this day, Zhao Han left work early and came to help Luo Qingyi complete the discharge procedures. Luo Qingyi had already packed up his little things and was leaning on the bed. When Luo Qingbai insisted on following the bill to settle the settlement, Zhao Han asked casually, "Have you rented that room with heating?"

Luo Qingbai drooped her head: "No...no good."

Zhao Han looked back at her, but didn't delve into the authenticity of the answer. The two of them thought the elevator was too crowded, and the fù department was on the third floor, so they simply walked down the stairs, accommodating Luo Qingbai's physical strength and moving forward quickly. Standing still on the first step of the stairs, he asked, "Then you... move in with me first?"

Luo Qingbai didn't say a good word, and strode towards Zhao Han. Her legs softened, and she almost slipped down the stairs. She staggered and fell onto Zhao Han. Had to roll down the stairs.

Helping him up, Luo Qingbai really looked sallow, with a layer of cold sweat, and gasped for breath while holding on to the armrest.Even if it was minimally invasive, she was really weak on the third day after the operation. Zhao Han patted her on the back, a little worried: "Sit down and rest, don't move around!"

Luo Qingyi felt dizzy, she grabbed the handrail of the stairs with one hand and dared not let it go, and grabbed Zhao Han with the other, staring at Zhao Han in a daze: "Really? Just... You said I'll live with you .”

Zhao Han hummed: "You will feel dizzy after walking a few steps. You will definitely not be able to do it alone. Let's live for this period of time... For the future, oh, forget it, we will talk about this matter later."

Luo Qingbai couldn't wait for Zhao Han to turn around and talk again, she pinched the corner of Zhao Han's clothes, and asked when the physical pain overwhelmed her rationality: "Then... senior sister, if I can sleep with you... just... with you... ..." She was really scared, even at this time, she couldn't say a word.

Zhao Han understood what he heard, and hummed for a moment: "If you want, you can. In the future... When you can go to work, if you still want, we can rent or buy a house in a place closer to you. I do have a plan, I want to buy a new urban area, I'm still in the queue, the location... You can also give me some advice, of course if you want..."

Seeing that Luo Qingbai's expression was not quite right, Zhao Han smiled comfortingly, "I mean if you are willing, I want to...accept you, or say, welcome you back, of course, if it doesn't work, Qingbai, I will Also..." Zhao Han tried his best not to look disappointed, and said plainly: "I also accept