Banquet

Beijing in winter.

No wind, no rain, no sun, no cloud.

Zhao Rou has been guarding outside the ICU for two full days and two nights.

Through the glass window, her gaze was fixed on the person on the hospital bed, and she never left it for a moment.

The man with a strong body and a tough face is now covered with various catheters and infusion tubes. These catheters are connected to various monitoring instruments to observe his vital signs.

His body was tightly wrapped in gauze due to extensive burns, and his original appearance could hardly be seen.

He lay there quietly, as peaceful as a baby.

Gu Zhongxun also stayed here for a day. He stared at the unrecognizable grandson, his whole body trembling, his lips murmured, and his tone trembled: "He is the grandson of our Gu family, how... How could he be reduced to such a state!"

Gu Mingyuan had just sent Zhao Su away, and the two elderly people had to stay here to take care of their grandson. Half an hour ago, Zhao Su's body first gave a signal to surrender, and Gu Zhongxun, leaning on crutches, abruptly now Outside the door, waiting for Gu Yan to wake up.

Zhao Rou raised her head slowly, and said to Gu Zhongxun, "Father, go back and rest first, I'll stay here with A Yan."

Gu Zhongxun shook his head, the deep wrinkles softened his originally hard and iron-blooded face, gradually showing an old and vicissitudes.

He stood up straight like a mighty tree: "I'll wait here."

Zhao Rou didn't try to persuade her anymore, her body had reached its limit, and the sharp and tearing pain kept coming from her brain. She looked at her sleeping son from a distance, hiding the endless grief in her eyes.

Suddenly, there was an alarm sound in the ward.

The ventilator and monitor alarm at the same time.

A few seconds later, doctors and nurses rushed in and started rescue.

Zhao Rou grabbed a doctor who came out and asked eagerly, "Doctor, what's wrong with my son?"

"Lung infection aggravates heart failure," the doctor said hastily.

Then a series of rescues such as cardiac resuscitation followed, and after a few minutes, all indicators finally calmed down.

Gu Yan lay there quietly, as if falling asleep.

In the afternoon, Gu Mingyuan brought Zhao Changan over.

Zhao Changan lost a lot of weight, and she followed Gu Mingyuan obediently and quietly like a little tail.

No one paid attention to her, so Zhao Chang'an just stood by and helped the waiting adults at any time, sometimes helping Zhao Rou to sit down, sometimes handing Gu Zhongxun a cup of hot water.

Nearly four o'clock, the only time of the day that the ICU allows family members to visit finally came.

When Zhao Rou was about to go in, Zhao Changan gently tugged at the hem of her clothes, and said cautiously, "Can I go in?"

As if afraid of rejection, she whispered, "Uncle Gu Yan saved me, I want to go in and see her."

Zhao Rou took her hand and led her in together.

Gu Yan on the hospital bed lost the sharpness and toughness of the past, and was quiet and gentle.

Zhao Rou couldn't see such a son, she went out with red eyes without saying a few words.

Only Zhao Changan and Gu Yan were left in the ward.

In the infusion tube, the medicine flows into Gu Yan's body drop by drop through the vein.

Zhao Changan said slowly, "Neither you nor I can shake our nature with emotions."

"The only reason I can persuade you to wake up is revenge."

Thinking of Shen Yu's warm and smiling face, Zhao Chang'an choked up his sobs for a moment.

Zhao Rou did not dare to shed tears here, because tears also contain bacteria, which may also cause infection to the patient.

Zhao Changan didn't dare either, she was afraid of falling into the frightening memories of that day.

"The birthday present he bought for you is still here with me."

Zhao Changan tried his best to force a smile, and continued: "If you don't wake up, it will be mine."

After she finished speaking, she wiped her eyes and ran out of the ward.

Time is still flowing slowly, and I don't know when, there are a few more colorful clouds in the sky.

After dusk, darkness reigned over the world as promised.

Outside the ward, Zhao Rou and others went back to rest temporarily, while Gu Mingyuan and Zhao Changan stood guard outside the door.

After the lights are turned off, the monitoring instruments are still on, working around the clock.

Everything is silent, only the sound of the instrument operating.

Amidst this regular operation sound, the man's fingers moved slightly.

He woke up from the stillness of the night, his whole body was burning with pain.

He looked into the void, his Adam's apple moved slightly, but he couldn't make a sound.

Then the alarm bell rang, and the bright light made him close his eyes slightly.

Amidst the noise, the sound of instruments, and the sound of medical consultation, he slowly opened his eyes.

Those eyes are as deep as the sea, without sadness or joy, only silence.

There was ashen silence.

Zhao house.

The courtyard is deep, the vegetation is still verdant, and the elegant room is still quiet.

The difference is the people, the change is the atmosphere.

A muffled roar came from the living room.

Following the sound, a tall figure was slowly climbing the stairs.

The heater was turned on in the living room, and the man was wearing his upper body.

With each difficult step, reaching a step, the deep scars on his back always seem to be breathing, rising ferociously with the bursting muscles, and then slowly calming down.

"Master Gu, you are too anxious. Rehabilitation is a long process."

The rehabilitation therapist carefully supported him and persuaded him in a low voice.

"Your body burn area is too large, and the degree of body imbalance is much more serious than other people."

Gu Yan's arms trembled slightly due to the long-term exertion, he supported the wall, his voice was like a torn windmill, hoarse and deep: "Yesterday you said it was difficult for me to stand up."

His eyes are as deep as stagnant water, without any vitality, coupled with black and yellow scars all over his face, when he looks directly at people, he is terrifying, like Shura.

"But what am I doing now?"

Gu Yan spoke slowly, his voice was extremely cold, as if an irresistible weight was attacking him.

"Get out."

His eyes oppressed the listener's nerves like the deep sea.

The rehabilitator hurriedly let go of his hand, and ran out of the gate scrambling.

The door swung shut.

The door to the depths of hell suddenly opened in one person's heart.

The author has something to say:

Sorry, it was overthrown and rewritten after the overhaul.