Prison Building I

"Doctor He."

An extremely weak voice came from the left ear, swimming tremblingly towards the heart, as if there were countless tiny vines twisting the blood vessels along the way, and the throbbing pain continued to pour into the heart.

He Lin's hand holding the needle trembled, and after a while, he slowly turned his head to the person lying on the bed.

Already thin and out of shape, the skin on his face is white with a few traces of bright red, even the tiny pores can be seen clearly, the delicate collarbone is more conspicuous, the eyes are as black as ink, and he is quietly looked at He Lin.

He Lin saw the bluish red mark on his neck, and his heart ached, he was so sick that he would have to torment him, I really don't know the poor man!

He looked away, and his voice was a little choked:

"It'll be fine soon."

Soon, you will be free.

"Ah."

Jiang Lou responded, closed his eyes gently, rolled his throat a few times, and finally swallowed what he wanted to say.

He stretched out his hand and watched He Lin plunge the needle into his blood vessel, should it be called a blood vessel, as if... there was no blood left.

The cold liquid flowed into Jiang Lou's body drop by drop along the plastic catheter, slowly devouring his flesh and blood, corroding his mind, and biting his soul.He felt like a feather floating in the air, so light, so white, so free.

Jiang Lou felt the rapidly depleting instincts in his body, and didn't know how to react.

Can you still not be clear about the changes in your own body?

But I can't leave, so I might as well just die like this, the room has been installed with 24-hour surveillance since I came back that day, these words... can't be said anyway.

Just be quick.

Jiang Lou looked at his thinning fingertips, and said in a low voice: "Doctor He, have you ever thought about, ahem... thinking about leaving here?"

He Lin's hand, which was opening the medicine box, paused for a moment, then smiled wryly: "I'll leave when you're cured."

"What if it's not cured?"

"Then wait for the day when you are cured."

Jiang Lou stopped talking, he knew that He Lin was originally a half-soldier, and the philosophy of a soldier is to say what he says.He will fight until he falls for what he decides.

When did you know that He Lin wanted to help you?Probably every time I meet his gentle eyes, I can always see the deep firmness and faith hidden behind the lens, which inexplicably makes me feel at ease. It's like they can understand each other.

Jiang Lou thought, he was also half guessing and half betting, guessing whether He Lin wanted to let him die alive, or bet that he really wanted to let him die after taking the medicine.Such a way of betting on one's own life is not a kind of belief, it's just crazier.

He has long been worn out and lost himself, and he didn't want to use his life as a bet for his crazy behavior to make him feel a little confused pleasure from the chaos.

Go or die.If you can't go, let me die, as long as you take a little more medicine, just a little more, I will understand what you mean...

He can't ask, and he can't think too much.He looked at He Lin's needle sticking into his body, and unconsciously thought of the second possibility.

It won't be long before I will probably completely forget everything, lose everything, and lie in a small closed box forever.

Are you unwilling, are you afraid, it seems that you have no strength to think about it... so sleepy, so tired, I can't open my eyes.I really want to sleep like this, I want to sleep forever...

Just keep sleeping.

Inadvertently, a cold liquid dripped onto Jianglou's arm. He Lin was taken aback for a moment. He straightened up and wanted to see if there was a leak in the plastic catheter, but his eyes couldn't see clearly, so he wiped it with his hand, and it was blurry. Vaguely a piece of water vapor.

He Lin shook his head, this man is old, he has many problems, he often cannot see things clearly, he is really old, old...

He suddenly squatted down on the ground, shrunk himself into an ostrich posture as much as possible, so that no one could see his expression clearly, not the sleeping Jianglou, nor the people outside the monitoring, even himself. less than.

He Lin squatted like this for a while, and then straightened up with difficulty. He has been sitting in the laboratory for many years, and his back is entangled with problems that cannot be shaken off.Although he is an excellent doctor, he never planned to heal himself properly. He used to think it was really troublesome, but now...

He Lin reached out and touched Jianglou's soft and comfortable hair, and the eyes shrouded in water vapor behind the lens were gentle and firm.

If this happens, I have to take care of myself.

When a person is old, there are problems everywhere. The eyes, waist, and chest are all uncomfortable and tight.I, an old man, can think about it. It's better to be alive than anything else.

He Lin withdrew his hand, yes, life is better than anything else.