The Story of Liu Lang's Birth

Liu Xiaoxu woke up in the middle of the night. The wound on his face was so painful that he tossed and turned on the bed and couldn't sleep. He felt that the wound on the right side of his face seemed to be split open, but even so, Liu Xiaoxu didn't dare to take painkillers. medicine.

After suffering from pain all night, and finally falling asleep, the prison guard came to open the door and shouted, "Get up! Get up!"

Enduring the pain, Liu Xiaoxu got up, picked up the toiletries under the bed and walked to the public washstand, where many prisoners in prison uniforms were crowded to wash in the morning.

Everyone turned a blind eye to the scars on Liu Xiaoxu's face. Such wounds are nothing in prison.

Seeing that everyone was almost gone, Liu Xiaoxu stepped forward to brush his teeth, but his face was so swollen that he couldn't even open his mouth, and he couldn't even put the toothbrush in, so Liu Xiaoxu had to open his mouth with great effort, put the toothbrush Slightly tucked it into the uninjured side of the left side and brushed his face, but it also touched the right cheek, causing Liu Xiaoxu to twitch in pain.

He took a towel and wiped the intact face on the left side. Even after washing, he went back to the cell with the toiletries and put them away, and went to the playground to gather.

At five o'clock in the morning, the genius was dimly lit, and everyone gathered on the playground, waiting to be assigned today's reform-through-labour tasks.Those standing on Liu Xiaoxu's side were all assigned to do manual work. Liu Xiaoxu followed the large group of manual work and walked to the labor reform room. He sat down on the seat, and the prison guard sent things down. Liu Xiaoxu took a look It was the switch button on a large brand TV. The prison guards taught them how to do it, and stood on the side to supervise.

Liu Xiaoxu mechanically picked up the buttons and installed the chips inside, one after another, like an unconscious robot.

At 11:45, the whistle blew outside and everyone got up. At this time, a prison guard came over with a notebook to write down the results of their labor in the morning.When the prison guard looked at what Liu Xiaoxu had done, he patted him on the shoulder: "You have performed very well, keep working hard, and strive to get out as soon as possible!"

And Liu Xiaoxu didn't take the box of anti-inflammatory medicine, but just wiped some iodine on the wound every day to disinfect it.

However, a few days later, Liu Xiaoxu still felt that her face was more swollen than the previous few days, and it was painful and itchy, like a spicy fire, and it was difficult to even open her mouth to eat. Liu Xiaoxu had no choice but to Apply iodophor several times a day.

A few days later, when Liu Xiaoxu just woke up that day, he felt the pain on his face was unbearable, and he could smell a rotten stench faintly. When he touched his face lightly with his hand, he felt the pus and Bloody water, this touch also knocked off the suture thread on the face, and half of the black suture thread was still hanging on the face, as if it would not fall off.

When he left the prison, the prison guard looked at his face: "Your face is rotten! The thread on your face is about to fall off, don't go to work today!" He said and took Liu Xiaoxu to the prison clinic.

As soon as she arrived at the prison clinic, Song Jing looked at Liu Xiaoxu's face, grabbed Liu Xiaoxu's sharp chin and lifted it up. Looking at his wound, she frowned and asked, "How did you make it like this?! Your face is so ugly. It's rotten, didn't you take your medicine on time?!"

Liu Xiaoxu turned his eyes away, not daring to look at the young prison doctor.

Song Jing has never seen a patient who doesn't cherish herself so much: "What are you doing? Are you masturbating yourself? Or are those people still making trouble for you?"

Liu Xiaoxu turned to look at the doctor, and said after a moment of silence, "No one troubles me."

Song Jing grabbed Liu Xiaoxu's face and looked at it for a long time. The more she looked, the more she frowned: "More than half of the flesh on your face is rotten, so I can only remove the rotten flesh first."

"I don't use anesthesia."

"Are you crazy, you! I'm going to cut off the rotten flesh on your face together with your new polyps! Since you told me, you don't use anesthesia?!"

Liu Xiaoxu subconsciously touched her stomach with her hand and said, "No anesthetic."

Song Jing jumped up angrily, stretched out her fingers and tapped Liu Xiaoxu several times, which meant that you young man is kind.

Liu Xiaoxu stared straight at Song Jing with a pair of jet-black eyes, without speaking.

Seeing Liu Xiaoxu like this, Song Jing knew there was nothing she could do, so she pushed her glasses with her hand: "All right, as long as you can bear it, lie down inside!"

Liu Xiaoxu went to the hospital bed in the clinic and lay down. Song Jing pushed a small cart in, on which were the medical tools that would be used later.

Song Jing first cut off the sutures on Liu Xiaoxu's face with scissors, then disinfected his face, and then picked up the scalpel: "I'm going to cut up the carrion, hold on."

Song Jing dug and cut the carrion and polyps on Liu Xiaoxu's face. Song Jing looked at Liu Xiaoxu who was silent, his hands tightly clutching the white sheet, the veins on the back of his hands were bulging, and he was sweating profusely. Xu, with deep and uncertain eyes: "You can shout out the pain."

And Liu Xiaoxu acted as if he didn't hear it, but his hand holding the bed sheet became more and more forceful, since the brand new bed sheet was torn by him.

Seeing this, Song Jing also speeded up her hands.

When the carrion was finally cut off, dense sweat also appeared on Song Jing's forehead. Song Jing wiped the sweat from his forehead: "I'm really afraid that you will faint."

With a pale face, Liu Xiaoxu turned his head weakly and smiled at Dr. Song: "I've been counting your knives."

When Song Jing heard this, he couldn't help laughing: "Do you want to learn from Liu Bocheng?" As he spoke, he applied medicinal powder on Liu Xiaoxu's wound.

The powder was very painful on the face. Liu Xiaoxu thought Dr. Song would ask him how many cuts he had made, so he asked, "Liu Bocheng? Who is that?"

"A very good soldier. Didn't the elementary school Chinese textbooks say that he did not use anesthesia for gouging out his eyes? Don't you remember?"

There was a moment of disappointment in Liu Xiaoxu's eyes, he turned his head to look at the scenery outside the window, and said softly: "I haven't been to school..."

Song Jing looked at her with complicated eyes, and turned her head to Liu Xiaoxu: "Lie down, I'll give you some anti-inflammatory medicine, and then I'll give you an anti-inflammatory injection."

Liu Xiaoxu turned his back to Song Jing and said, "I don't want anti-inflammatory injections."

Song Jing would be annoyed now: "You don't want to take anti-inflammatory injections! You don't want to take medicine! Your face is already like this now, no matter how bad it is, you won't have any flesh cut on your face!"

Song Jing waited for a long time but did not hear Liu Xiaoxu's answer, and then heard soft sobs. . .

The person lying curled up under the window with his back to him, the young man lying on the narrow hospital bed twitching his shoulders, caused Song Jing's heart to inexplicably ache, and then Song Jing silently left the ward.

When Liu Xiaoxu woke up, it was already dusk, and waves of pain on his face hit him like a hurricane. He felt so painful that the entire right cheek was no longer his own. When he walked out of the ward, Song Jing was sitting outside watching cases.

"you're awake?"

Liu Xiaoxu was quite embarrassed because of the crying first, so he nodded indiscriminately.

"I'll put some medicine on your face."

"Change the medicine? Isn't it the medicine you just took?" Liu Xiaoxu looked at the doctor strangely.

"I just asked a friend to pay a lot of money to get this medicine." He lifted Liu Xiaoxu's chin while holding the cotton with tweezers: "Now, let me help you get the medicine powder off your face. You bear with it."

Liu Xiaoxu looked at the man who was cleaning his cheeks. Because the two were so close, each other's breath was gently sprayed on his face. For a while, Liu Xiaoxu's face turned slightly red, and then he quickly moved away. Eye.

Song Jing looked at the other party's flushed cheeks and earlobes, and was slightly taken aback, then raised the corners of her mouth and continued to help Liu Xiaoxu clean the wound.

The setting sun shines on the two of them through the window of the clinic. The handsome and elegant doctor is wearing a white coat, leaning slightly, lifting the sharpened chin of the young man in front of him with one hand, and carefully cleaning the wound on the young man's face with tweezers and cotton in the other hand.

The setting sun coated the two people with a touch of gold, reflecting their shadows on the mottled walls of the clinic, intertwined and overlapping...