your glory my sniper

half a month later.

Hospital, orthopedics.

Ling Jibei sat opposite to the director of the department with a serious face, listening to him tell him about Yu Jianglan's film.

After all, I lost my patience.

"I don't want to hear you talk about it, and I don't want to watch it. Don't tell me how the operation was successful..."

Ling Jibei interrupted the other person a little impolitely, seeing that person's unhurried, irrelevant appearance, he couldn't help but feel even more anxious, "I just want to know, it's been half a month Why is there still no feeling in his legs?"

As he spoke, he became excited: "How could he be unconscious after the operation was successful? How could he not be able to stand up!? He couldn't even lift his legs, so he didn't feel at all!"

The doctor didn't care about his attitude, and he still spoke slowly, "It takes time for a patient to recover, especially for a major lumbar surgery like his level, the recovery process is also crucial."

"Anyway, the film is here. Whichever hospital you take it to, the result is the same. He has no problem with his lumbar spine now. Why can't he stand up? That should be his own problem..."

???

"What the hell are you talking about!" Ling Jibei slapped the table and stood up abruptly. After all this effort, the chair he was sitting on just now fell back two meters away with a creak.

His eyes were red, and he looked down at the doctor condescendingly with his hands on the table, and there was a tremor in his roaring voice: "Are you trying to shirk responsibility? You are the one who treated him like this! Now you still have to say yes!" His problem! What's wrong with him? Brother Lan, what's wrong with him!?"

"No, that's not what I meant..." The doctor shrank his neck instinctively, and looked at Ling Jibei with a timid look. After all, the relationship was introduced by the dean. He didn't dare to neglect, and could only be calm. He explained to him calmly: "Don't get excited, listen to me, we also conducted an expert consultation here, and agreed that this is the patient's stress response."

Only then did Ling Jibei calm down a little, and raised his eyebrows: "Stress?"

The doctor said: "It may be because he was under too much pressure before and after the operation, and he experienced a muscle spasm caused by high fever and an electric shock rescue for defibrillation, so deep down in his heart he felt that he could not stand up, and he was also afraid to face it. This matter. If you want him to recover, in addition to giving him a massage every day, you must also psychologically overcome his fear."

Ling Jibei listened to his words with half understanding, and his mood eased down.

The doctor may be right. Others may not know what kind of person Brother Lan is, but he knows it best.

Brother Lan is so strong, sensitive, and thinks a lot.

Take his surgery this time as an example, a surgery, he was able to circle such a big circle with himself...

Sometimes Ling Jibei really doesn't understand him, but there is never a moment when he doesn't feel sorry for him.

...

Just like when he returned to the ward with complicated emotions, he saw Yu Jianglan leaning on the bed, looking out the window intently.The sunlight fell delicately, and the long eyelashes flickered like butterflies, leaving a beautiful silhouette on his chiseled side face.

Ling Jibei followed his bright eyes and saw two birds by the window, bouncing up and down.

Very unlucky.

At that moment, Ling Jibei felt that his heart was going to be broken.

The injustice of this world is all superimposed on him alone. He is obviously so good, but in the end he has to lie on the bed so powerlessly, envious of an ordinary bird.

When Yu Jianglan heard the voice, he turned his head and saw that it was Ling Jibei, a smile slowly appeared on his lips: "I'm back."

Looking at his smile, Ling Jibei found it dazzling, walked slowly to his bedside and sat down, lowered his head and responded hoarsely: "Mmm..."

With a dazed expression, he took Yu Jianglan's hand and fiddled with it wholeheartedly.

Yu Jianglan's blood vessels are very distinct, Ling Jibei followed the curved and slightly convex blue lines, and outlined them centimeter by centimeter with his nails, once, twice.

I went to stroke his slender fingers with well-defined joints, from thumb to little finger, repeatedly, and couldn't put it down.

Yu Jianglan let him fiddle with it for a while, and couldn't stop seeing it, so he grabbed his wrist with his backhand.

He raised his eyes, stared at the person in front of him for a long time, and then asked, "What's wrong with you, are you unhappy?"

Ling Jibei shook his head: "No."

Yu Jianglan smiled lightly, and naturally wrapped Ling Jibei's hand into his own, and stroked his thumb gently on the back of his hand: "You went to ask the doctor, what did the doctor say?"

Ling Jibei's throat choked and he felt uncomfortable.

Looking at the child's melancholy expression, Yu Jianglan already knew the answer in his heart. He smiled softly, and his tone was still very gentle: "Is it possible that I will never be able to stand up in this life."

"No!" Hearing his words, Ling Jibei felt as if he had been struck by lightning, and was suddenly greatly stimulated, and immediately pulled his hand out of Yu Jianglan's palm. "Don't talk nonsense!"

He raised his head to meet Yu Jianglan's deep eyes, "You can stand up, the doctor said that you are a stress reaction, that you are just because of fear, you will be fine, as long as you can overcome your psychological fear and do rehabilitation well, you will be able to Healed up. Brother Lan, don't be afraid, I'll be with you, you will be fine, Brother Lan, don't be afraid!"

Ling Jibei tried his best to make his voice sound thick and down-to-earth. He wanted Brother Lan not to be afraid and to feel safe.

Yu Jianglan looked at him, and after a very long glance, there was a faint smile that was almost invisible on the corner of his lips.

He stretched out his hand in front of Ling Jibei, and wiped away the tears that flowed out from the child's eyes. In desperation, he was a little doting: "You are the one who is afraid, why are you always crying?"

Ling Jibei didn't notice it at all. After Yu Jianglan said so, he raised his hand to touch his face, and it was already wet.

Now that he was discovered, he didn't feel tense anymore, and he didn't know why he became more and more wronged.

Ling Jibei sat on the bed to hug Yu Jianglan, buried his face in his neck and rubbed against him like a kitten, sobbing non-stop while absorbing the warmth from his body: "Don't comfort me, don't rush at me either. Laugh, you are like this, I always feel that you are secretly planning something again, are you going to leave me again..."

In the middle of his speech, Yu Jianglan raised his chin with his hand and was forced to meet his eyes at such a close distance.

Yu Jianglan lowered his eyes, Ling Jibei looked up.

The fiery breaths were ambiguously intertwined in this way, Ling Jibei was so nervous that he didn't even dare to blink his eyes, his restless Adam's apple rolled silently, back and forth.

"Have you figured it out?" Yu Jianglan said suddenly.

Ling Jibei's eyes were astonishingly bright: "Brother Lan..."

"If I can't recover, I'm a cripple," Yu Jianglan spoke slowly, with a cold face, "a cripple, you know."

Ling Jibei's brows gathered together with difficulty, listening to him continue...

"Ling Jibei, do you want to spend your whole life with a useless person?"

Ling Jibei started to cry, his trembling lips parted...

Yu Jianglan said again: "I don't know anything. I can only play games. In the future, I may not be able to play anymore. I will retire and stay at home. Every day when you come back, you can see me sitting in a wheelchair and sighing. If you don’t, I’ll ask you if you’re on a horse? If you want it at night, I can’t satisfy you. By the way, and, also, I have a bad temper, I have a weird personality, and I am self-closing..."

"Brother Lan!" Ling Jibei finally couldn't bear to interrupt him, staring at him with teary eyes. "Do you love me?"

"If you love me," Ling Jibei replied without a word, "then I don't have any problems."

If you love me, I have no problem.

You are useless, and I want to be with you too.

As time passed by, Yu Jianglan just lowered his eyes and looked at Ling Jibei's extremely serious face.

He suddenly lowered his head, tilted his neck, and kissed the trembling lips.

This kiss lasted for a long time, until both of them were slightly suffocated, and Yu Jianglan reluctantly let him go.

After all, it was less than a month since he had just experienced the front line of life and death, and the pneumonia caused by the high fever had not fully recovered. Yu Jianglan's body was still a little weak, and he coughed and panted for a long time with his hands on his heart and lungs.

"Cough...cough cough..."

Ling Jibei patted his back smoothly for him, turned around and prepared to pour water for him.

Yu Jianglan grabbed him.

"I'll be fine." He firmly promised him, "Lingling..."

"I must stand up again."

作者有话要说：感谢在2021-04-0623:48:00~2021-04-0723:43:32期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmines: Soft and his father 2; Nakajima Atsushi-, Ziyi Yaya# 1;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: Wenshu zw 31 bottles; soft his father 10 bottles; Nakajima Atsushi-8 bottles; h.1 bottle;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!