soul probation

【16】

One of the world and I is always spinning. ——Wang Jue at 39°

Li Wei instantly exerted strength on his shoulders, supporting his puppet-like head and body, and then raised his drooping chin with one hand.Wang Jue half-opened his eyes in a daze, his slightly opened mouth was pinched into a pout, as if hindering his breathing, and his face was slightly reddened.Li Wei stretched out his other hand, touched his forehead with the back of his hand, and was immediately burned, "You have a fever."

"Fever... fever?" His dropped chin suddenly lost its support and fell on the fastened seat belt.

"Stop playing peek-a-boo in the refrigerator from now on." Li Wei said.

Wang Jue wanted to sit up and protest, tried it, but gave up.

"Every time, run," Li Wei started the engine, and said lightly, "If you can't run, just fall to me, overthinking what you can do."

"You... don't be arrogant," Wang Jue said with a dying mouth, his lips moved feebly, and his tongue couldn't be straightened because of the burning. "Before I fell into a coma...you might not be able to beat me."

"Really?" Li Wei raised his eyebrows with interest, "You can't beat anyone now. I think objectively and rationally that you are safest now only by following me."

……

Wang Jue didn't speak.

Li Wei glanced out of the corner of his eye, and found that the signal was no longer received there.

Li Wei parked the car at the door of the house, grabbed him by the collar of the back of his neck, and carried him out of the car like a chick.Then unexpectedly found that he could still walk, but his brain was not working well.

"You said, I have a fever, I feel, it's okay," Wang Jue hung his head, stumbled into the door that was opened in advance, spread himself on the bed like a piece of cake, wrapped in a quilt, and said a word One word jumped out, "I feel like I don't have to think about so many things..."

burnt out.

Li Wei followed closely behind, closed the door melancholy, remembering the fear of being dominated by the gourd.

He walked into the room with a bunch of things and piled them to the head of the bed.He squatted on the ground, put his face close to the paralyzed side of the bed, and said calmly, "Open your mouth."

Wang Jue lay on his side and opened his mouth.

"Zhang Da."

He raised his face and opened his mouth wide.

"talk'."

"what--"

"Shut up."

Wang Jue did the same.He stared at him with half-opened eyes for a while, then murmured with dull eyes, "Doctor, can I still be saved?"

Started talking nonsense.

Li Wei stood up, squeezed all kinds of potions into the hanging bottle, and didn't want to talk to him.

As soon as he turned his head, he saw Wang Jue was still staring at him.Then he suddenly put his wrists together and handed them over.

Li Wei: "?"

"You, no, power, paw..."

Li Wei doubted his ears for a few seconds, and said, "Are you still able to run, don't be so proactive." After that, he took his hand and tied a medical latex tube to his wrist.

"Have you changed the rope..." Wang Jue was still immersed in his own world.

He let him fiddle with it, watched Li Wei helplessly, patted the back of his hand, then twisted out a blue blood vessel through the delicate skin, and skillfully applied iodine on it with a cotton swab.

But when he pushed out some liquid from the needle, Wang Jue withdrew his hand almost instantly.Li Wei turned to look at him, and saw his slack pupils shrank suddenly, and the facial features staring at the needle were painfully squeezed together - that was the expression of extreme fear.

When the fear reaches a certain level, people cannot cry.He was trembling uncontrollably, out of breath, and murmured weakly, "Don't get an injection."

"No injections," he said again.Li Wei noticed that his body was curled up under the quilt.

He has always wrapped himself up airtight, even with a knife on his neck and a dead body lying in front of him. This is the first time he has shown fear in front of Li Wei.But the outpouring of true feelings brought about by his unconsciousness was also fleeting. The self-protection mechanism made him try to defend himself and find some reasonable explanations for his trembling: "It's too cold..."

Typical self-avoidance.

Li Wei caught the escaped hand back, gently covered his eyes with his left hand, fixed the trembling hand with the palm of his right hand, and pushed the needle in with two fingers precisely.

The hand covering the eyes did not move until the tape was glued on with one hand.The trembling eyelashes gently scratched the palm.

a long time.

The trembling gradually subsided.

It was so long that when he thought he was asleep, Li Wei saw the lips protruding from that face, and suddenly smiled.

He immediately took his hand away.

"You are so gentle when taking care of patients, doctor." Wang Jue looked at him with clear eyes.

"The medicine is cured? You recovered fast enough." Li Wei said calmly.

"The doctor cured him well." He didn't pretend before, but when he remembered that memory, he suddenly became sober.

Traumatic stress disorder can be a bit tricky to deal with.In the past, he found out about eye movement therapy by researching information by himself, which is to put the fingers of his right hand at a certain distance in front of his eyes, slowly alternate from left to right, and then from right to left, and then slowly recall the traumatic memories.The introduction is to say that it is to let the fingers drive the eyeballs, and upload the memory stuck in the amygdala to the cerebral cortex, so that the cerebral cortex can be reprocessed.As a result, as soon as he started to recall, his fingers couldn't turn. He trembled and bent hard, then he gnawed his nails anxiously, and finally he raised his head and took a deep breath.Later, Dr. Cheng introduced Morita Therapy to him, which means letting nature take its course, "With the behavior of a healthy person, the mind will naturally become healthy." Unfortunately, before he could adapt, he suffered a second injury.

He clenched his fists, decided to implement natural remedies, and tried to suppress the trembling.

Seeing Li Wei's hesitation to speak, he was afraid that he might ask something, so he quickly said, "What are you pretending to be?"

"Salt water, anti-inflammatory drugs, glucose water, antipyretics..."

"What?" Wang Jue couldn't hear clearly, and his eyelids became heavy.

"..." He closed his eyes.

"Sleeping pills." Li Wei said calmly.