conspirator's love

Wang Zhe's attending physician, tall and elegant, is a young orthopedic specialist. He is pointing to a few films with a pair of slender, white hands with well-defined thighs, explaining Wang Zhe's postoperative situation to Mo Jiaxin.

Mo Jiaxin rubbed her sore forehead, looked up at Dr. Wu, she only felt that her ears were buzzing, as if two trains were passing by her side, the noisy tinnitus made her hardly hear clearly Doctor's words.

"...We have operated to reduce and fix the patient's fracture, but the damage to the conus medullaris and cauda equina is not optimistic..."

She couldn't help but raised a hand to interrupt the doctor, "You mean, one operation is not enough for his condition?"

"I mean, even if his bones can grow well, it's hard to say whether the nerve damage can recover, and the muscles will also spasm or atrophy due to long-term bed rest, so later rehabilitation exercises are very important. As far as he is concerned at present The injury is relatively serious, and although the operation was successful, the risk of paralysis is still very high."

Dr. Wu's words drilled into Mo Jiaxin's head like an electric drill, "Would you still be paralyzed?"

"It's just that the possibility is relatively high. As for whether to have a second operation, it depends on the situation later to decide, and then find a good physical therapist to carry out systematic and professional rehabilitation exercises."

"Doctor Wu, my younger brother is only 20 years old, is he going to be paralyzed at such a young age?" No matter how many times he heard it, Mo Jiaxin couldn't accept this fact.

"I also hope that a miracle will happen. After all, he is still so young. Maybe if he does a good job of rehabilitation later, he can minimize the sequelae." Dr. Wu shook his head, "My family should give him more support." After finishing speaking, he stood Get up and take Mo Jiaxin out vigorously, "My teacher in the United States is a leader in this field, and his team is very strong. Tian Jun also said before that you don't care about the cost, and you can use any means. If you need If so, I can help you contact my teacher."

"Okay, thank you, I'll think about it again." After Mo Jiaxin expressed her thanks.

Dr. Wu left in a hurry again.

Mo Jiaxin stood on the aisle, looked out the window, and the phone rang without missing a beat.

"Hi, hello, who is it?" Mo Jiaxin's eyes fell in the distance, there were a few duck boats floating scatteredly on the artificial lake in the park, and the kites in the sky were blurred into a black line, and they could no longer see clearly. Either a dragon or a centipede.

"Hello, I am the mother of dialect."

When a voice came from the other side of the microphone, Mo Jiaxin was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly said hello: "Hello, Auntie. What can you do for me?"

"If it's convenient, let's meet up, the place is up to you."

Mo Jiaxin felt flustered in her heart, as if she was visiting her mother-in-law,

In the cafe in the afternoon, Mo Jiaxin was sitting and stirring the coffee while dazed.

She remembered the conversation with the attending doctor in the morning, and rubbed her dry eyes with her hands. Since the corner of her eye was scratched and vitreous hemorrhage last time, her eyes were always uncomfortable. I ate all of them, but I couldn't do the cold compress required once, not to mention all kinds of hard work, plus sleeping on the bed, the rest could not be guaranteed at all.

She closed her eyes, only to feel a burning sensation in her eye sockets, when she heard approaching footsteps, she stood up, opened her eyes, and Fang Yan's mother came over.

It is obvious that Auntie has dressed up carefully today, with small curly hair and a thin beige trench coat, a water blue silk scarf around her, and a blue handbag.

She pressed her palm down to signal Mo Jiaxin to sit down.

Mo Jiaxin sat down and handed the menu to her aunt, "What would you like to drink?"

"Let's have a glass of lemonade," Dialect's mother finished ordering, looked at Mo Jiaxin and said, "Jiaxin, let's get straight to the point. I want to ask if you and my daughter are friends or lovers?"

"Auntie." Mo Jiaxin lowered her head and thought about how to answer her question.

"For the sake of you still calling me auntie, and for the sake of my warm hospitality when you came to my house, just tell the truth. Don't take me as a stupid old man. Seeing that I am old, just Come and lie to me." Fang Yan's mother picked up the lemonade brought by the waiter and drank it in one gulp.

"I really like dialects." Mo Jiaxin said seriously, clenching her hands under the table.

"Sincerely?" Fang Yan's mother asked sarcastically, "I heard that Fang Yan got divorced because of you? Is it true?"

Mo Jiaxin was silent.

"Really?" Fang Yan's mother continued to ask.

"Yes." Mo Jiaxin said in a deep voice.

"I heard that you seduced my son-in-law Zhang Zilu? Is it true?"

Mo Jiaxin fell silent again.

"Then let me put it another way. Did you have a relationship with Zhang Zilu? He divorced because of you, didn't he?" Fang Yan's mother patted the table with her hands, her face gloomy.

"Yes." Mo Jiaxin could only answer.

"This is your sincerity, you hate dialect so much, you call it your sincerity!" Dialect's mother raised her voice significantly, and patted the table again.

The waiter who was carrying lemonade and was about to come over for refills was startled by her, as if avoiding a minefield, she turned around behind her and walked to other tables.

"Auntie, I was wrong, my method is really wrong." Mo Jiaxin bowed her head and admitted her mistake.

But obviously the good attitude did not impress the mother of the dialect. Instead, she became even more angry, "Wrong, you are not wrong, it is called moral corruption. One sentence is wrong and it is over? You know what you have done to the dialect. Now If she's crazy, don't talk about it, tell me what happened to the injury on her head."

"Auntie," Mo Jiaxin didn't know what the dialect said to her mother, so she continued to apologize: "I didn't take good care of her. She got hurt a little."

"Xiaoyan is too sincere. She is afraid that I will worry. She won't tell me if she is hurt, and I don't dare to ask. But I know my Xiaoyan. She is a very kind and caring child. How can I get confused when I'm with you?" Okay." Dialect's mother looked Mo Jiaxin up and down, "Look at the wound on your face? Did someone beat you?"

Mo Jiaxin only cared about settling Wang Zhe well and ran into the cafe. She didn't realize that half of her face was still covered with gauze. She didn't rest well recently, and her wound was a little inflamed. Today the doctor changed her dressing and bandaged her again. It also exudes a strong medicinal smell.

"We had a small car accident and suffered a little trauma." Mo Jiaxin replied casually.

"Is it a car accident? Is it a small trauma? You're full of nonsense and you just open your mouth." Fang Yan's mother slapped the table again, and the cup on the table jumped twice, "You said you just came back from city B when you went to my house last time? I have inquired about the fact that the landlord has not handed over the house, you have your own house here, no matter where the landlord came from, you are used to lying."

The dialect mother was thirsty, licked her lips, looked back at the waiter and pointed to the cup, "Come and add a glass of water!"

The waiter was frightened by her aura, trotted all the way to their table with lemonade in his arms, dropped a jug of lemonade and ran away again.

Mo Jiaxin saw that Dialect's mother had already judged her, so she didn't speak out to defend herself, but just raised the water bottle and refilled her lemonade.

Dialect's mother picked up the cup and gulped down a cup, then said: "You said that you are a good girl, you don't like men, but you like women. Aren't you a pervert? Your parents don't care about you?"

Mo Jiaxin touched her wrist, and said calmly, "I don't think I'm a pervert. At least Fang Yan is much happier with me than with Zhang Zilu. Auntie, you suddenly came to me to say this, Is it because someone said something to you?"

"Did you say you wrong? What you did is simply too shameless. You came to my house and said that you were my daughter's friend. As a result, I entertained you so warmly, but you turned your dialect to evil. Leader on the road. You can be a pervert yourself, and you want to turn my daughter into a pervert too?" Fang Yan's mother was furious and raised her glass to splash water, but found that her glass was empty.

Mo Jiaxin took the water bottle full of lemonade and put it on the ground.Seeing the dialect mother speak one pervert, the more she spoke, the angrier she became, but Mo Jiaxin became calmer and calmer.

She has seen all kinds of people, including creditors who come to collect debts, Wang Zhe's wonderful mother, and even murderers.She is nervous and afraid because she cares. Once she doesn't care, nothing can frighten her.

She looked at this mother who regarded herself as a bad person with cold eyes, thinking that this was the expression of caring for her daughter, and felt that it was the bad person who brought her child into harm's way.Divorce or homosexual love, it's all because of me, the bad guy.

As for what dialect thinks, is it that unimportant whether she is really happy and happy?

Sometimes Mo Jiaxin really can't understand the love of parents. This kind of love can overbearingly override the wishes of the children themselves.

Seeing the curious and prying eyes from the people around, Mo Jiaxin said unhurriedly:

"Auntie, Dialect is an adult now, she can decide who she wants to be with and who she will spend the rest of her life with."

"Do you insist on pestering dialect?" Dialect's mother stood up and pointed at Mo Jiaxin, "You are really immoral and shameless. It's shameless for a woman to seduce someone else's husband and cause him to get divorced. In the end, you still In order to be with a woman, if I were your parents, I might as well die."

"You don't have to worry about them, they are gone." Mo Jiaxin also stood up and said flatly.

"You!" Dialect's mother was furious, and slapped Mo Jiaxin backhandedly, "I will educate you for them today! You are a living thing that no one cares about." After finishing speaking, she added another one.

Mo Jiaxin staggered a bit, she lost her footing, and the next slap came, she slammed her head against the wall next to her, her head buzzing.

Her eyes went dark, and she couldn't help closing her eyes. When she opened them again, her eyes were blood red, her eyes were blood red, but she couldn't see the person in front of her clearly.

She stretched out her hand, and before she touched the table, she felt something hit her heavily.

"Grow your memory, don't seduce other people's husbands in the future, grow your memory, and don't lay hands on other people's precious daughters!" Fang Yan's mother slammed Mo Jiaxin heavily with her purse while speaking.

Mo Jiaxin couldn't see what was in front of her eyes, her heart sank, she wanted to grab something with her hands in a panic, and pushed it casually, as if she had pushed something down, only to hear her dialect mother yell, "What's wrong with you, You still hit me with a table! You beat people!

"Auntie, are you okay?" Mo Jiaxin couldn't see, she could only support the sofa with one hand, and asked aloud, "Auntie, how are you?"

Mo Jiaxin only heard a noise from the side, "Why are you like this, girl? It's wrong for the old man to hit you, but how could you hit her with a table?"

"It looks like a mistress at first glance, I guess I don't know which old man to hook up with."

"Look at her, she doesn't even look at someone when she hits her."

"It's really not a thing!"

"Fight well, this kind of mistress should be beaten to death."

"How can you beat an old man!"

"shameless!"

Mo Jiaxin tremblingly grabbed the handle of the sofa, tried her best to close her eyes, and tried to see the front clearly, but it seemed to be covered with a layer of red glass, so she couldn't see clearly. She rolled her eyes, and the corners of her eyes were faintly visible I could see a little bit, and saw the clerk of the coffee shop come over and help the dialect mother to go to the door, and asked, "Auntie, your leg is injured, do you really need to call the police?"

"No, I'm going home." Dialect's mother supported the clerk's arm, "Young man, call a taxi for auntie."

The other customers and shop assistants all pointed around Mo Jiaxin.

When Dialect's mother limped into the taxi, Mo Jiaxin sat down on the sofa and unloaded it in one go. She took out the mobile phone in her pocket, managed to find the call record, and called back, "Tian Jun, you Come and find me at the cafe across the corner from the hospital, I can't see you."

The author has something to say:

Mo Jiaxin: I am disfigured, what kind of hatred, what kind of resentment, my eyes are blind again...

Ming Ma: You have 2000 million, these are small things.

Mo Jiaxin: 2000 million is an abuse debt, which must be repaid.

Ming's mother: Not only Ao, you also have the inheritance from your mother.

Mo Jiaxin: So what, you clearly hate the rich?

Ming Ma: Your own methods are disgraceful, so you should be punished.

Mo Jiaxin: It's not you, you can see it openly, can I just be blind, it's inconvenient to memorize lines.

Ming's mother: It's okay, it's okay, I'll help you write fewer lines.

Mo Jiaxin: Damn!You might as well just let me pick up the bento.