Euthanasia

Liu Zhiwei sat outside for a long time and did a long time of mental construction.He reached into the inner pocket of his jacket, took out his cell phone, and opened the photo album.The most recent picture is a marriage certificate (marriage certificate).It was a rather large piece of paper, and the text inside was circled with fancy lace.Liu Zhiwei has the habit of scanning and saving all important documents. He looked at the certificate with a sad face.

It was too difficult, he never met a foreigner to be his friend in college, and in a blink of an eye he was the husband of a foreigner.And the other party didn't wait to see him yet.

He looked at the watch in his hand, reckoned the time and walked back again, only to see that Jon lying on the bed had fallen asleep again.He didn't sleep well, and his brows were wrinkled again.

Liu Zhiwei stepped forward to touch his hand, and held it again.Only this time, Jon frowned and opened his eyes.Liu Zhiwei was a little embarrassed, and said, "Your hand is infused, it's cold."

Seeing Liu Zhiwei talking and making gestures, Jon impatiently pulled his hand back to put it under the quilt, and Liu Zhiwei quickly said, "The quilt will press the needle..."

Jon ignored him, felt a little pain after putting it in the quilt for a few seconds, and took it out again with a blank expression.

Liu Zhiwei thought he was responding to his words, so he stretched out his hand and held it again.

Jon stared at Liu Zhiwei holding his hand, feeling a subtle feeling in his heart.No lover would treat him like this. Around him, everyone is independent, unwilling to disturb or offend others, and no one would waste all their time sitting beside him just to warm his hands.

He had a carer, but that carer just pushed his wheelchair when he wanted to go out and poured water for him when he wanted to drink.As long as he said it, the nurse would respond to everything.But Jon didn't like that feeling, which made him feel like a cripple who couldn't do anything.He doesn't want to accept anyone's help.So he fired the nurse.

The Chinese man in front of him never asked him if he needed to do this, he did it directly, and Jon had to accept it.Jon had never known the meaning of the word considerate, he just felt a sense of personal space being violated, but that feeling was not so unpleasant.

Liu Zhiwei's eyes kept staring at the hanging bottle above, because Jon kept staring at him, he didn't dare to look at him, so he had to stare at the hanging bottle.Seeing that the hanging was almost over, he let go of Jon's hand and said, "I'll call the nurse."

Jon rang the bedside bell with a blank expression.

Liu Zhiwei just took a step and stood there awkwardly.The nurse came in quickly, and Jon's view was blocked by the nurse. Liu Zhiwei heaved a sigh of relief, saw the cabinet he had turned over earlier, stepped forward to open the cabinet, took out two apples, and went into the bathroom beside him.

"Liu Zhiwei, isn't it just that your English is not good enough? What's there to do?" Liu Zhiwei stared at the mirror to cheer himself up. He quickly washed the apples and took them out.

The nurse had removed the vial, but Jon still had the indwelling needle on the back of his hand.Seeing Liu Zhiwei coming out with an apple, he raised his eyebrows and thought he wouldn't eat it.However, Liu Zhiwei didn't hand the apple to Jon. He took out the knife on his key and peeled the apple bit by bit.

Jon, who has never peeled an apple since he grew up: ... What kind of operation is this?

After Liu Zhiwei finished peeling, he looked at the unbroken skin with satisfaction, put the apple in Jon's hand and said, "You're welcome." Then he immediately went into the bathroom to wash the knife.

Jon didn't get a chance to say anything he refused.

When Liu Zhiwei came out, Jon had already eaten two-thirds of the apple in his hand. Liu Zhiwei felt that the foreigner was easy to get along with when he was silent, so he relaxed a little. He asked the nurse for a newspaper and sat in the corner to read it. .

Jon ate the apple in one bite, staring at Liu Zhiwei from time to time, only to see Liu Zhiwei leaning on the chair, reading the newspaper with his whole body basking in the sun, he looked young next year, but overall including his name, he looked like a middle-aged man.

Jon has no objection to people of any age group, he just thinks that the other party is a little different from the Chinese people he usually contacts, and he can't figure out what is different.

So he asked, "How long are you going to stay here?" Jon had the agreement in his hand, but he was so angry yesterday that he looked at it and threw it aside.

"Five hours..." Liu Zhiwei replied in a daze.

Jon's complexion improved a little, and he thought that the other party should leave after he slept in a while.

Jon had just arrived in China, and he didn't have enough energy. He fell asleep while sitting there watching Liu Zhiwei.After Liu Zhiwei finished reading the newspaper, he looked up and saw that Jon had fallen asleep with his neck tilted.

Liu Zhiwei padded his pillow to prevent his neck from being twisted, and then put his hand under the quilt, suddenly felt the phone in his pocket vibrate.As soon as he entered the ward, he turned off the ringing of his mobile phone. At this moment, he knew that there was a call when it vibrated.

Liu Zhiwei held the phone in his pocket, quietly exited the door, and answered the phone: "Hello?"

"Zhiwei, I'm your Brother Hu."

Liu Zhiwei froze for a moment, took the phone away and glanced at the caller ID in disbelief.

"Brother Hu."

"Hey, what are your plans recently? Have you signed a contract with a new company?" Brother Hu's voice sounded a little tentative, Liu Zhiwei was taken aback, and said, "No."

"What about the new agent?"

Liu Zhiwei still shook his head: "No, I might have to change careers."

Brother Hu seemed to be relieved, he smiled and said: "Didn't someone call me two days ago and ask me about your situation, I thought you found a new good way, and it's not bad to change careers , your age is a bit older..."

Liu Zhiwei remembered that Lu Yi contacted Brother Hu about before, which made him wary.For a manager like Brother Hu, what worries him the most is that the pearls that slipped out of his hand are mixed with fish eyes.He was relieved to hear that Liu Zhiwei was not a pearl.

Liu Zhiwei felt uncomfortable, and hung up the phone after a few quick words. He opened the door and went in to check again. Jon was sleeping comfortably and was already snoring.

Liu Zhiwei thought to himself, didn't he just change careers, from an actor to a nurse.Thinking about it, he pushed Jon's exposed feet in again, and covered him with a quilt.

The toes were cold to the touch, so Liu Zhiwei reached in and touched them, then took a new newspaper, sat at the end of the bed while reading the newspaper and covered his feet with his hands.He thought he had to buy a hot water bottle for Jon tomorrow. The cold came from the soles of his feet. His bad legs affected his whole body.

Liu Zhiwei was not there when Jon woke up.He felt that his feet were warm, and his whole body was lazy.Just as he was about to ring the bell, the door opened and Liu Zhiwei walked in with a lunch box.

"I'm going...to buy some food..." Liu Zhiwei thought for a long time but couldn't figure out how to say "canteen" in English, so he had to pass the lunch box in his hand forward, "Eat...lunch."

Jon hated that lunch box.He looked at it for a long time before reaching out.

Liu Zhiwei didn't watch him eat, he gave the lunch box to Jon and left again, even omitting Jon's expression of reluctance to be hypocritical.

Jon saw that Liu Zhiwei hadn't come back for a long time, and was afraid that he would come back suddenly, so he opened the lunch box and quickly picked up the rice, with the posture of gobbling it up.

Jon had just finished drinking the soup, and before he had time to wipe his mouth, the door opened, and Jon almost spit out the soup he just drank in Lu Yi's face.

Lu Yi took a fixed look at the sculptural Jon, then retreated and closed the door as if he hadn't seen anything.

Jon: "..."

When Lu Yi came in again, Jon leaned against the bed with a blank face, and the lunch box was pushed far away by him trying to cover up.Lu Yi stared at him for a long time, then pointed to the corner of his mouth.

Jon's face was ever-changing, and he took off the rice grains from the corner of his mouth angrily.

"I'm here to send you this week's meeting notes," Lu Yi said, "After you left the United States, there were several quarrels on the board."

"You sent me here," said Jon grimly.

"If I don't send you here, they will have to go to heaven to find you." Lu Yi said even more unreasonably.

Jon snorted coldly and said: "I have already transferred all the responsibilities to Charlie before that, and he will manage the 'Hurricane' for me."

"Facts have proved that he can't do it," Lu Yi said, "He called for a strike on the third day."

Jon rolled his eyes.Charlie is the deputy director of the Hurricane. When Jon was in office, Charlie always complained that the tasks given to him were too easy and his salary was too low.

When Jon asked him to sign the agreement, Charlie was like a prince who suddenly knew that his father was dying. He was so happy that he rushed to the statue of Jon in front of the company building, took off his pants and slapped it.

Jon took the computer from Lu Yi's hand and skillfully opened the video conference interface.

More than a dozen high-level officials were over there, and it was clearly late at night.

Jon has a bad temper and a bad face.This is the first thing you can think of.And Jon is still in the ward, he's in the daytime...daytime? ? ?

Everyone was suddenly stunned.

Jon frowned and looked at them impatiently for a while: "Nothing to report?"

Charlie was the first to jump up: "You left me the mess and you went on vacation?!"

Jon glanced at Charlie, forcing him to bow his head.

"That's right, I'm on vacation in China," Jon said impatiently. "It's impossible to come back in the short term. Charlie is already your leader. You can ask him for any questions."

Charlie blushed and was speechless.

The brunette woman in the video quickly said, "Wait Jon, you know the hurricane can't live without you!"

"Nothing is impossible without me." Jon said indifferently.

"Hurricane is where you are because of you," said the black man on the other side, "Jon, no matter how long you want to take a vacation, all of Hurricane's core product concepts and innovations come from your ideas, your mind, and your forever It cannot be denied."

“Do you know how volatile Hurricane’s stock price will be once the news of your resignation is made public?” said another. “We may not be able to recover this loss for three years.”

Jon rolled his eyes, picked up the newspaper that Liu Zhiwei had read earlier, blocked the screen, and said to Lu Yi, "I need a glass of water."

Lu Yi handed him the water.Jon waited until the yelling on the other side stopped before opening the newspaper.

"The meeting is over." He said and closed the computer.

On the far side of the earth, a dozen people looked at the suddenly black screen and looked at each other.

"...Great, he's still alive," said the brunette.

"We haven't lost Williams yet." Several people breathed a sigh of relief.

Only Charlie looked dazed: "Wait, you held a video conference just to confirm that he is still alive? But he is no longer—"

"Come on, Charlie, we all like you as a mascot—as long as Jon is still around." The strong black James patted him on the shoulder, and left the meeting room with the pretending documents.

"Hey! Wait! What do you mean!" Charlie jumped up.

The author has something to say:

Charlie: So angry, but keep smiling.

Jon: You don't have to keep it up, it looks like you're crying.