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After that period of time, my memory is intermittent.

My eyes were half-closed when I was lying on the ground, and I vaguely knew that I had been removed, probably taken to the hospital; I also knew that I developed a high fever later, and my brain was like a melting paste, unable to piece together a complete train of thought.

Someone was talking in front of me, someone held a lamp to my eyes, and someone called my name.

Pain and dizziness were forcibly mixed together, and the five senses became dull.I was tired and numb, unable to control my body's response, and fell asleep amidst the sound of words.

Said to be asleep, more like a coma.Sometimes when I try to concentrate, I can realize that people are constantly coming and going around me, but they seem to be far away and feel unreal.

The whole person was in a daze and let it be fiddled with. I seemed to be dead, and I fell deeply into the swamp of silence.

Occasionally, I would be conscious for a short while, knowing that I was in a single ward, surrounded by silence, unable to distinguish day from night, only the mechanical sound from the instrument.

Even though a nurse was by my side changing my dressing, I was speechless and could only stare blankly at one place in a daze.The nurse would say "the patient is awake", looking very pleasantly surprised, but I couldn't last long and closed my eyes before she called someone.

I remember struggling to wake up once. The hospital bed was surrounded by doctors in white coats. The closest to me was a middle-aged man with a good-looking face and a brand on his chest.

I don't know why I noticed these side details. I stared blankly at the few squares on the sign for a while. The shape was somewhat familiar, but I didn't know what it was.

The more I pay attention to this kind of thing, the more I can't remember it. I feel that I have forgotten something very important, and I feel hot all over.

"You want to talk?"

Hearing his voice, I remembered that I had this ability, but my throat seemed to be stuck, and the breath sound I made was ambiguous.The doctor bent down patiently, listened carefully, and asked me, "Are you asking about your leg?"

I can't figure out what I want to ask, and I forget everything I thought about in the last second, but this question is also interesting.I can't feel my legs every time I wake up, have I been paralyzed since then?

"Before you said it was painful, your family members agreed to give you a painkiller injection. Don't worry, your pelvic fracture is not particularly serious. As long as you recover well, it will not affect your walking."

Did I cry out in pain?

no impression.

But knowing that I didn't hurt my spine, I breathed a sigh of relief and fell asleep again.The doctor didn't let me go, and kept asking me some questions. At first, I nodded or shook my head indiscriminately, but then I couldn't hear his voice at all.

I woke up like this, woke up, and when I opened my eyes again, there was a woman standing beside the bed wiping my arm, moving carefully, avoiding the hanging needle stuck on it.

I glanced at her numbly, realizing that she was the nurse who came to take care of me, and felt nothing in my heart.She didn't notice my sight, and after wiping it with a warm towel seriously, she reached out to untie my pants.

It is clear that in some cases, the patient has to seek help from others without self-esteem. The current embarrassment is nothing, but she is still very resistant to her actions.I paused, and said dryly, "Don't touch me."

Maybe the sudden sound startled her, she withdrew her hand and explained softly: "I have to give you a massage to prevent pressure sores."

"You don't need to come." It took a lot of effort to say a word, I insisted, "Change to a man."

Such a short conversation has exhausted my energy, I closed my eyes, as if surrounded by white clouds, I was still dreaming a soft and unconscious dream.

Reaching out from the darkness again, I tore through the stagnant sleep.

How long did you sleep again?

Can not remember.

After looking at the ceiling for a long time, I don't know if it's because of the heat all over my body, and even my fingertips are scorched and aching.I moved my eyes drowsily, and didn't feel Song Cheng's presence until Song Cheng's voice suddenly sounded in the room.

"Junyan, the doctor gave you an antipyretic injection, and you will be fine soon."

His slightly cold hand was on my forehead, and after the air was quiet for a long time, I heard him say: "You rest at ease, I will take good care of you, this is an accident."

The tone is firm, as if trying to convince someone in the room.

As if listening to something completely unrelated to me, my mood didn't fluctuate.But the chance to wake up is rare, and there are a few words in my mind that I have been pondering for a long time in a drowsiness, and I should say them to see the light of day: "It was indeed an accident, and it has nothing to do with you."

There's no need to frame Song Cheng, it's because I didn't pay attention and got emotional that I slipped and fell down the stairs.

It's just that I also understand that Song Cheng has been trained since he was a child, and later he also acted in many martial arts scenes.Compared with reaction and skill, it is difficult to surpass him.If he wants to give me a hand to prevent the accident from happening, not to mention [-]% sure, there is also a possibility of [-]% or [-]%.

On the mountain night when the mudslide occurred, he braved the heavy rain and stepped into the fork road with his injured leg. He saw me sitting and resting under the mountain that was about to landslide from a distance. Perhaps he had faced the same choice.

Do you want to abandon me as a burden, or take the risk to reach out?

People's thoughts often change in an instant. Maybe at that time, if Song Cheng hesitated for a second, he would make a different decision, let alone the me I am today.

Song Cheng has done enough for me, I have to pay something back.

After several times of hesitation, I made up my mind and decided to stay with him for a long time, and get rid of all my erratic problems.Song Cheng wanted me to go with him, I couldn't let him down anymore, and followed him to the place where he grew up, his home stadium without hesitation.

I originally planned to put my heart on him for the rest of my life, and seeing him happy was a way of repaying my kindness.

Unexpectedly, Song Cheng didn't want a live beating heart, what he wanted was a good puppet, for this reason, he would rather see me fall to the ground with his own eyes, and never be able to escape.

The waking time was extraordinarily long this time, maybe God also gave me a chance to sort out my thoughts from the mess.My tone was even a little relaxed: "Last time when I was injured, you had to make a cut on the palm of your hand. You took a wheelchair for me once, and this time I will sit in a wheelchair too. The two sides are even."

Song Cheng's breathing was slow and depressing, I only felt that the palm of his hand on my hot forehead was a little rough, it was the scar from last time.

"Look, I am causing you trouble. You send me to the hospital, pay the medical bills in advance, and ask the nurses to take care of you." I stared at the light shining through the gaps in the curtains, and said calmly and sincerely, "I didn't let you go." I died quietly, and I am content."

"Don't talk nonsense." He spoke slowly, vaguely sullen and overwhelmed, and I rarely saw him so stiff, "You will recover soon, and everything will be as usual."

"Really." I smiled, and felt a little dizzy again. I guess it won't last long, so I seized the opportunity to speak out the question in my heart, "What patterns are printed on the doctor's chest here? I haven't thought about it for a long time. Figure it out."

Song Cheng hesitated for a moment: "I didn't notice the pattern, the name on the badge should be the doctor's identity."

It turns out that those squares with unknown meanings are names.

I laughed again, and I had a hunch in my heart that even if I was lucky enough to recover, I would no longer be the original me.

"It was a complete accident, don't blame yourself, I don't blame you." I said seriously, "There are very few people who treat me as well as you do."

So I must always remember every good point, and then try my best to repay it.

Only when one has no debts can one close one's eyes with peace of mind.

"Toshihiko..."

I still have something to say, but he interrupted suddenly, calling my name in a low voice.

This call is full of complex emotions, and the ending is unconsciously dragged on for a long time, both lingering and sad, echoing in the room as if trembling.All I could catch was a bit of sour tail, and a regret that faded to the point of delusion.

Butterflies with broken wings can be held in the palm better.For him, reaching out is an instinct, and letting go is a choice.

Song Cheng, I finally don't owe you anything.

After that conversation with Song Cheng, he seemed to disappear silently from my world.

I can understand that he has too many things to plan, and I can't escape anyway, so I don't have to come and check every day.

The only good news is that I was forced to lie on my back all day, either sleeping or in a daze, and rarely talked to anyone.Even if I lost a piece of memory, no one noticed my anomaly.

It seems that there is a magical hand that can secretly take away the time I don't want to spend.

The new nurse was a mute man with gentle eyes, and his movements were skillful and careful. I don't know where Song Cheng found such a person.There is no need to communicate with each other, and my conscious time is short, which really avoids a lot of embarrassment.

Every time I wake up, I can probably see him doing his best to wipe my body.Thinking of the previous female nurse saying that massage can prevent pressure sores, I casually asked: "I can't move, is it troublesome for you to massage me?"

He shook his head repeatedly and made a long series of sign language, which dazzled me. I guessed at a loss that he probably said that it was not troublesome, and that his duty was or something.

I hummed pretending to understand, thought for a while and asked, "Can you lend me your mobile phone?"

He straightened one hand and swung it left and right - the meaning was simple, no.

Because I don't know when I will be broken, and the nurses have been warned by Song Cheng, so they are very vigilant.Except for this dumb guy who looks simple and honest, I couldn't find a more suitable candidate for a while, so I eagerly made an excuse: "I want to listen to music."

He pointed to the TV, and I said, "It's a song that's not on the TV. You're watching, I won't make a phone call, okay?"

He hesitated for a while, and I looked normal, hiding the luck in my heart: some social software looks no different from games, and messages can be sent without phone calls or text messages.

Lin Ya can't contact her anymore, I don't want to cause trouble for her because of my own affairs.Yang Chen's interests are paramount, now that he can't protect himself, he won't offend Song Cheng severely for me, not to mention that returning to him is just another cage.

I stared at the man's expression and smiled wryly: How hard it is to leave here, finding someone who is willing to stand out and capable of helping me is like finding a needle in a haystack.

Often when people are in a desperate situation, they find that the flesh and blood of their closest relatives are more reliable.

Andre...he must be looking for me now, right?

The mute man was still thinking about it, but the door of the ward was pushed open, and a gentle and beautiful female voice came: "What music do you want to listen to, Mr. Xu? You can use my mobile phone."

I cheered up, and secretly prayed to prolong my waking time, and replied:

"Thank you for visiting me, Miss Ding Xiaorui."