Unremarkable Love Little Devil [Zhongyingmei]

Queenie wasn't there the day the human child Grace was discharged from the hospital.Grace left a book for Queenie on the well-paved hospital bed.The red balloon was tied to a book and floated quietly in the empty ward.

Miraculously, the balloon did not deflate at all, and was still as fresh and full as a red flower that had just bloomed in the world.

Queenie picked up the book and the balloon from the hospital bed.It's a book of fairy tales.This is indeed an area she has not touched.

The slender fingers flicked across the cover of the book, and the balloon with the bow tie was untied automatically, swinging up to the roof.The top of the round red head touched the ceiling and did not move.

Queenie turned the pages.

Humans are truly imaginative and creative species.

When she got to the third story, Glassman suddenly appeared in front of her.

Here's the thing.

An old man suffering from a heart attack was admitted to the hospital two days ago.His heart was too decayed to support his aging body, and his life was barely extended by surgery and a pacemaker.But the old man refused the operation.He chooses death.

Claire, who is good at communicating with patients, persuaded the old man for a long time, but still couldn't make the old man change his mind.In the end, everyone decided to respect the patient's choice.

But here lives an imp who controls death, making things spooky and wondrous.

Glassman appeared because of this incident.The patient was already cold and in a deep coma for a day and a night. It was impossible for his heart function to last for such a long time, especially since the patient voluntarily gave up the treatment and had no survival instinct.But his heart just couldn't stop beating completely, and it strangely maintained a weak life curve.

Doctors and nurses commented suspiciously, and only Glassman knew why.

Queenie raised her head from the page, and said with some dissatisfaction: "Last time I left the souls of those three children, you thanked me, but this time you feel that I did something wrong. You humans have changed too fast. "

"It's different," Glassman said.

Queenie asked, "What's the difference?" Her eyes were flat.

Death is the worst thing that can happen to human beings.People flocked from all directions to this place called the hospital, trying desperately to escape death.Queenie felt no difference.

"Everyone should have the right to choose life and death." Glassman said patiently, "Those three children are. So is Edward Freeman. It is a deliberate choice for him to give up treatment and face death calmly. Anyone No right to interfere."

Queenie didn't speak for a moment, but just glanced blankly at an empty place next to her.

Realizing what she might be looking at, Dean Glassman instantly felt a chill, and even the surrounding air seemed to become colder.

The soul that no one else could see was looking at Queenie with a kind of sad and tired eyes, but also with deep pleading eyes.But this sadness means nothing to Queenie.Nor did she have any interest in finding out.In this hospital, she has seen sorrow, a lot.

That's how it is sometimes, humans get sad for no reason.Parting, reunion, parting that has not yet come but is coming, even joy, can make human beings feel inexplicably sad.

She knew it without looking, a corny story.It's nothing more than that he can't bear it anymore, his wife is dead, his child is dead, he can't bear to live alone anymore, he can't bear to wake up alone in the same bed and the same room every morning. Doing the same thing day after day, year after year, even three meals a day have not changed.He should have done better, and he failed to fulfill his due responsibilities to his wife and his children.

He lives in constant self-blame and despair. Although the body/body is alive, the soul has already died.Now he is willing to accept the real death, which is simply wished for. It is not annihilation for him, but liberation and so on and so on, and so on.

Queenie didn't think he was really intolerable.If he really can't bear it, he can end his life by himself at any time for many years and get the "dream of relief" instead of waiting for the heavens.

After a while, Queenie turned her head and looked at Glassman.

"So, is this something that supports your human mind?"

"what?"

"Happiness, sorrow, tribulation, struggle, victory, failure, gain, giving up, making mistakes, making up...these are just the tip of the iceberg of the many misfortunes faced by human beings, and a large part of these misfortunes are caused by human beings. .You seem to be stuck in these unfortunate cycles of your own making.Finally tell yourself that it doesn't matter,at least we still have the freedom to choose to live or die.Is this something that sustains your human mind?A,spiritual consolation."

Queenie finally chose a softer word.In fact, it seemed to her more like mental self-deception.

Glassman was silent for a long time, and finally said thoughtfully: "You are a good observer." He looked at Queenie with wrinkled eyes, "You are right, human beings are sometimes like this. Survival is never important to us. It is not an easy task, whether it is at the beginning of birth or when we are about to die. But this is life, what can we do? In this small hospital, all the doctors, including Sean, are also being rescued every day. To save and help others also requires the help of others. Sometimes we encounter miracles, but sometimes we cannot avoid accidents. We are facing life and death every day, even every moment. The world is full of uncertainties, but the only certainty is ourselves. We determine our thoughts and our choices. Yes, maybe that’s what sustains our minds and our spirits.”

Queenie held the book open on her lap, as if she didn't want to say anything more.

After a while, she closed the book, stood up and walked out the door.

When he was almost at the door, he stopped again.

"Maybe it's just an illusion," she said.

Glassman looked up.

Queenie didn't turn back, he couldn't see the look on her face.I just heard her calm voice, as if there was some kind of compassion.

"Thinking that you have the freedom to choose life and death may just be your illusion."

Glassman was taken aback.When I came back to my senses, I found that there was no one at the door.

The sunlight outside the window struggled through the thick clouds, casting an illusory white light on the world.

Edward Freeman's old heart stopped beating at 4:55 p.m.

It wasn't Glassman who convinced Queenie, but she went to ask Sean.During this period of time, she has not let go of any soul in the hospital because Sean once said that his wish is to become a surgeon and help patients stay away from death.

She doesn't care about anything else, she just wants to help Sean realize his wish.

Edward Freeman is Sean's patient, and only what Sean says counts.

Queenie asked Xiao Enxi if he didn't want Edward to die.

This is a very loose question, Sean said that death is a terrible thing and he doesn't want anyone to die.

Queenie nodded.

Xiao En looked at her, and suddenly said: "But sometimes, apart from death, life is also a terrible thing for some people." His eyes are as clear as a young deer in the deep mountains and forests that has never set foot in the world.

He said: "I have autism, so most of the time I can't understand and perceive other people's feelings and emotions. I only know that if Mr. Edward Freeman agrees to the operation, I will try my best to save him. If he is not willing , then he is no longer my patient. That's all."

Queenie stared at him intently for a moment.He spoke very rationally, without ups and downs in his tone, nor did she have the feeling of regret and self-blame she had seen from his memory when facing the death of her brother and the rabbit.

After being confirmed, Queenie spared the poor soul of Edward Freeman.As for whether he went to heaven or hell, Queenie didn't care a bit.

She realized that she might have made a mistake with "Sean's Wish."Sean can realize his wish through his own efforts and does not need anyone's help.Even if it is really necessary, it is not her way.

The hospital hall was bustling with people as usual.Screeching ambulances kept coming and going.

Queenie suddenly felt that these human beings who were facing disease and death were extremely lucky because they had a doctor like Sean.And Glassman, Melendez, Claire, Jared... they are all very good doctors.

As Glassman said, the world may be full of uncertainties, but they are sure of themselves, their thoughts and choices.They work tirelessly and do what they think is right.This is what sustains their minds and spirits.

Queenie walked slowly to the hospital door and sat down on a bench.

It was a warm evening, and the air was filled with the faint fragrance of sparse trees and flowers.

At a certain moment, Queenie suddenly felt a little confused. What is the thing that supports her thoughts and spirit?

Human life is as short as a dying autumn insect, but there are so many attachments.At first she tried to understand this species with indifferent interest, but she gradually discovered that what she really wanted to understand was herself.

But that didn't help.She is not human.You can never really get to the core of yourself from a completely different species.This is like what humans say, seek fish from a tree.

Queenie wasn't sure when this confusion was born in her.She never thought about it during the 1000 years she spent sleeping and waking up.Who is she, where did she come from, why does she exist, and such doubts have never existed in her mind.Or it existed in a flash, and she didn't know what it was.

But these are not important. Queenie understands very well that what matters is not the generation of confusion, but when and how these confusions are resolved.

A white figure slowly walked over and sat down beside her.

Queenie leaned over, resting her head on his shoulder.His white doctor's uniform smelled of disinfectant that she had gradually become familiar with.

Sean pursed his lips, straightened his back, and let her lean on without moving.

There are white and small clouds floating over, casting small shadows on the ground.

The wind is like cicada feathers.

half an hour.

"Sean." She said softly.

"Ok?"

"Do you think someone will find me?"

The woman who brutally killed her occasionally when she was awake, and sometimes talked to her briefly, if she found out that she was missing, would she look for her?

"It's cotton candy," Sean said.

"what?"

"Air."

The air that is with you at this moment.It's cotton candy.

He tilted his head tentatively, and his hair gently rubbed against hers, like a cat carefully comforting its owner.

The treetops glowed golden in the bright evening light.

Queenie curled her lips and smiled in the evening wind.

The author has something to say: Lovely Sean: What I said may be endless, and it may seem inexplicable to others, or even silly.

But I know, you can understand.

……

The next chapter will be haunted by the devil father.

Well, the title might be called: Father and Daughter Meet and Don't Know each other.

Thanks to the reader "Fan Maojing" cute irrigation nutrient solution

Thanks to the two little cuties of mine:

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