you're nothing but scum

Your friend?

I couldn't help but smile when I heard these four words.

This man is called Yang Xilin, and he has the same background as me.

I remember the first time I saw him was when Yao Jiu was drunk.The sound of the door opening in the middle of the night woke me up. I thought Yao Jiu had come back. I was a little glad and a little surprised. I got out of bed and opened the door, only to see a man downstairs supporting Yao Jiu and fell on the sofa.

The man in front of me, that is, Yang Xilin, hugged Yao Jiu who was lying on the sofa at that time, and the laughter came directly to my ears from downstairs.

In fact, I have never believed in the plots in TV dramas.

What little three and four, who can really steal other people's people in life and be so brazen?

During those days in the hospital, in order to correct my thinking, Liang Liang found me a lot of posts on the forum, telling me how disgusting and disgusting the mistress is in reality.

I told him that Yang Xilin was always sarcastic in front of me, and that once Yao Jiu appeared, he would turn into a little rabbit. Liang Liang couldn't keep his mouth shut when he heard that, and called out the best, and was surprised that Yao Jiu was such a taste.

I was actually quite surprised myself.

I once thought that Yao Jiu was the same person as me, who didn't like weak people, and would only look more at people who were equally stubborn and difficult to mess with.Or maybe Yao Jiutian's insightful eyes can see Yang Xilin's complicated heart from under his gentle and harmless appearance?

I don't know, I only think about this kind of thing when I'm bored, but now I don't want to recall Yao Jiu's face even if I'm bored.

Yang Xilin looked at me with a smile for a few seconds, and said, "So you still have the key here, I didn't even know it."

"I took the keys with me the day the car accident happened," I said as I limped in with a cane, "but I'll leave the keys before I leave today, don't worry."

Yang Xilin watched me walk into the living room, followed me lazily, and said lazily, "Yao Jiu didn't know about your car accident. He had been drinking since that day, and he recovered after a week. I want me to go up and talk to him. One sound?"

"up to you."

"Are you here to pack your things today?"

I ignored him and walked up the stairs by myself.

Yang Xilin said behind me: "It's inconvenient to take the stairs, do you want me to help you pack your things?"

I paused, turned around and said expressionlessly: "Mind your own affairs, and stop worrying about others."

Yang Xilin narrowed his eyes with a smile.

My room is actually next door to Yao Jiu.

When I first moved in, I was not used to sharing a room with Yao Jiu, so I put all my things in the room next door.wait a month or two

, and then lived in Yao Jiu's room under Yao Jiu's entanglement.But because it was too troublesome, the things in the next room have not been touched.

I looked down at the road and walked cautiously. I didn't hear any sound when I passed Yao Jiu's room, and then entered the next room without any pause, and closed the door.

After closing the door, I took a breath with my back against the door, and then slowly walked to the edge of the bed and sat down.

Looking blankly at this tidy room, I heard Yang Xilin walk into the next room.

Naturally, they couldn't hear what they said, but they heard low laughter.

In fact, if I was in this situation before, and I heard my lover make fun of another man, I guess I would have walked directly in front of those two people and slapped each other.

Yang Xilin's tricks worked for me.He knows what I hate the most, and he will give me whatever I hate.

But now I can no longer be aroused by him any emotion.

To be honest, sometimes I feel like losing my left leg is like taking a part of my heart away.

When I was lying in the hospital bed, struggling in pain and being held down, I heard Song Xiuming's voice.He told me I had to have my left leg amputated if I wanted to live.

At that time, I was actually a little delirious, and my whole body was in an illusion. Song Xiuming's face changed into Yao Jiu for a while, and Tang Qilin for a while.Afterwards, an intern doctor joked and told me that my face was covered with blood, and I struggled to get up to grab Song Xiuming's face with a ferocious expression, which frightened the doctors in the room.

I'm still a bit impressed with this.

At that time, he thought it was Yao Jiu who was talking to me, but this man told me with a cold face: "I'm going to cut off your legs, or you will die."

... It's no wonder he didn't want to kill him.

The pain at that time seemed to have been pulled away from the limbs, and gathered in the heart bit by bit.I struggle and cry because my heart hurts. I'm afraid I won't be able to experience that kind of despair for the second time in my life.Then at a certain moment, I thought about it, lay back on the hospital bed calmly, and told Song Xiuming that I knew and he could operate.

Cutting off the left leg seemed to cut off the memories of the past. During the operation period under anesthesia, I dreamed about many things in the past, as if I was saying goodbye to the past.Liang Liang once sighed, if I can't let go after this, then I'm the number one bitch in the world.

I slowly removed the travel bag I had stuffed in it from the locker.

Many of the clothes in the closet were bought by Yao Jiu. I took out the few clothes I bought with my own money, packed them into my bag, and heard exclamations from the next door.

I looked at the whole room, and there were not many things left that belonged to me. I put them in the cabinet.

I brought a few CDs in the box.

I went to the wall and pulled out the CDs one by one, then turned around and walked slowly to the bed, and put the CDs in the travel bag.

What remains is a diary.

In fact, I don't have the habit of keeping a diary. I started using this diary when I first moved here. I would write a few sentences when I was bored. I used it until before the car accident.

The diary was stuffed under the pillow, probably Yao Jiu never thought that I would hide such a thing in this room.

I took out the diary and turned to the last page. The words on it were messy, and the last word scratched the page because the pen was too heavy.I remember that when I wrote this diary, Yao Jiu and I had been in a cold war for more than a month.

Putting the diary in the travel bag, I zipped it up, carried it in my hand, and finally looked at the photo frame on the desk.

The picture in the frame was taken in the summer two years ago.

Yao Jiu took me to Lijiang that year. In the photo, the setting sun was shining in the sky behind us. Yao Jiu put his arms around my shoulders, with a gentle smile on his face.I leaned into his arms and pursed my lips slightly, probably also smiling.

Looking at it, the toes of the left foot started to hurt.

It is said that the ten fingers connect to the heart. I don't know if this rhetoric is accurate when applied to the toes.

Anyway, no matter what, those pains are connecting together, slowly spreading to the calf.

I opened my eyes, got up and walked out of the room, walking slowly down the corridor.Every step I take, the pain hits my heart.

Low voices of conversation came from the room, and at a certain moment, Yang Xilin's laughter sounded, and I seemed to hear my own name.However, from the beginning to the end, that person did not take a step out of the room.

I turned around in a trance, and woke up suddenly when my right foot stepped on the stairs. I looked down and saw the empty trouser leg on the left, and then I realized that my left leg was gone, but the pain did not disappear.

It was as if the left leg was still there intact.

When I walked into the living room, I opened my mouth slightly and breathed, trying to let myself ignore the pain from my left leg, and then slowly put the keys that were covered in the palm of my hand on the side of the coffee table, and my head He left the villa without looking back.

When I got back to that little house, my whole body almost died of pain.

I threw the travel bag on the ground, shook the crutches, and lay down on the bed trembling, hugging the quilt tightly.

I never thought my left leg stump would hurt like this—it's not exactly a stump, I always feel like my left leg is still there.

I pulled my pants off like crazy, my eyes staring at the missing part, but my senses couldn't recognize that I had lost that part.

That part is still there - my feet, calves and thighs are still there, and they are in

It hurts so much that I want to pass out!

There was a knock on the door, and I heard Lin Luo calling my name, but I couldn't make a sound at all.

The door was unlocked, so he opened it and walked in.

My head was swollen with pain, and this guy rushed in and shouted, "Mole! Mole!"

I said angrily, "What are you shouting for...you're not dead..."

"You, what's going on with you!" Lin Luo frantically said, "Should I call an ambulance?! I want to—"

I pointed at his back tremblingly.

His face turned pale, he probably wanted to crooked, turned his head slowly, and he was relieved - there was a sticker on the cabinet.

After Song Xiuming forcibly stuffed his mobile phone number, I originally wanted to throw away this sticky note, but Liang Liang kept it, saying it was just in case, but I didn't expect that this number would come in handy one day.

Lin Luo asked in a panic: "Whose number is this? What's the matter with you?" He dialed the number.

After a while, I heard him shouting to the other end of the phone: "Hello? Hello? Mo Le's leg hurts, what should I do? Can you save him?!"

I cursed silently in my heart, this idiot...

When I woke up, the idiot Lin Luo sat on the side with a nervous face, and when he met my gaze, he shouted in surprise: "Doctor Song, he's awake!"

I rubbed my head, looked towards the door, and saw Song Xiuming walking in.

My head still hurts, and I don't want to argue with this man anymore.

Song Xiuming sat down beside my bed, checked the stump of my left leg, and asked, "Does it still hurt?"

I shook my head.

He and Lin Luo helped me sit up and leaned against the head of the bed.

Song Xiuming frowned and asked, "Is this the first time?"

I curled my lips and whispered: "It hurts before, but it's not that painful..."

Song Xiuming's face became serious, and he asked, "What's the pain?"

"..."

Seeing that I didn't speak, Song Xiuming said in a deep voice, "Mo Le, how can I help you if you don't tell me?"

"It hurts like that!" I didn't know what was going on, so I pointed to the broken place and said, "Is it an inflammation?"

Song Xiuming adjusted his glasses and said, "I checked it for you, and there is no inflammation. Did you go out today? Have you ever fallen?"

I shook my head.

"Haven't you had a good rest recently?"

I... still shook my head.

Song Xiuming stopped talking, but he looked at me helplessly.

Lin Luo whispered: "That...could it be because of the weather?"

Song Xiuming and I didn't speak, Qiqi glanced at him.Lin Luo sneered and said, "Just pretend I didn't say it, pretend I didn't say it, don't keep silent

That's fine...no, if it's all right, I'll go back first...You, you guys talk slowly..."

After Lin Luo closed the door for us, Song Xiuming said again: "Why do you live here? Don't you live with your friends?"

"He was out recently."

"Going out? When will you come back? You need someone to take care of you now, how can you live alone?" Song Xiuming's tone was a little harsh.

I feel a little wronged, a well-behaved surgeon looks like a middle school teacher, do I want to live alone?He also saw that there are only a few people I know, and the only one who is righteous to my brother is Liang Liang.But Liang Liang has a job after all, so it's impossible to accompany me every day!

So I curled my mouth and didn't bother to talk to him again.

After a few seconds, Song Xiuming sighed and said, "You, really..."

"Forget it, tell me the truth, why does your leg hurt?"

"How can it hurt!" I was a little baffled, "It just hurts!"

Recalling the feeling that my left leg still existed when I had the attack, I felt a little horrified, and shut up after shivering slightly.

I guess it was provoked by Yao Jiu and Yang Xilin, but I didn't intend to tell a surgeon about this kind of thing.

Song Xiuming seemed to stare at me, and then asked: "Then it doesn't hurt now?"

I shook my head.

He got up, put some things on the table, and said, "I brought you some painkillers, but don't take them unless you have to. It's not good to eat more of these things."

"Oh, thanks."

After putting away the things, Song Xiuming turned around and gave me a look.

……how?

He seemed to hesitate and asked: "If your friend will not come back for several days, would you like to stay at my house for a few days?"

I widened my eyes, shook my head quickly, and then asked the question that had been buried in my heart: "Why do you always look at me, do you have any other patients?"

Song Xiuming was taken aback for a moment, then laughed.The fox adjusted his glasses and said with a smile: "Because my other patients are not as worrying as you are, and you are right, I am really boring recently." After finishing speaking, he shrugged his shoulders.

I grind my teeth.

Song Xiuming patted my shoulder with a smile and said, "I'm serious. If you want, you can stay with me for a few days, so that someone can take care of you."

I shook my head firmly.

He sighed and said, "Okay, then call me on the phone if you have any questions. I'm very happy that you can think of me as an attending doctor today."

I rolled my eyes.