Unremarkable Love Little Devil [Zhongyingmei]

Is this a human room?

Facing the first question from the "patient," the surgeons at St. Bonaventure Hospital fell silent for a brief moment.

"Uh," Dr. Melendez laughed, "I think so, this is the world."

The girl's expression didn't change because of this answer, she nodded slightly, her blond hair was almost slightly glaring under the sunlight, like the halo of some kind of god.

"What's the last thing you remember?" Dr. Melendez quickly returned to his professional demeanor.

This time their "patient" was very cooperative.

"I was brought here from where I slept," she replied.

"The place where you slept?" Jared asked first. "You mean you have been in a coma? Do you remember where you slept last time?"

The girl glanced at him, as if suddenly faced with so many questions and didn't know how to answer them.

"I wake up for a while sometimes, but most of the time I'm asleep. I don't know where I was the last time I fell asleep."

In the end she gave all the answers methodically.

Melendez exchanged glances with Jared and Claire, but Dr. Murphy standing behind was ignored as usual.

Claire asked, "Can you tell us your name?"

"Name?" The girl asked calmly.

"Yes, everyone has a name, like, a person's code name. My name is Claire Brown," Claire pointed to the colleagues around him, "This is Dr. Neil Melendez and Jared Carr Doctor Lu."

The girl who just woke up was silent for a while, then suddenly looked past the three people in front of her, and looked behind them: "What's your name?"

Sean, who was called without warning, was at a loss for a moment, but he tried his best to control his panic, and opened his mouth a few times before successfully saying: "Sean. Sean Murphy, I am St. Bonaventure Hospital Surgeon, this is my 8th day at this hospital, in fact you came to this hospital on the same day as me, so today is also your 8th day here, if you want to know... "

Sean's voice became lower and lower under the astonished and helpless eyes of his colleagues.

"Sean..." The girl looked at him and tilted her head, completely unaware of any weirdness in his answer or behavior.

For some reason, the sound of the girl repeating his name like a whisper made him even more at a loss.

The big bright green eyes blinked, and continued softly and slowly: "Hello, Sean. I'm glad to know this."

Sean pursed his lips and said nothing.

"So, Sean." Her green pupils stared at him for a moment, "Can you give me a name?"

……

"No, Sean, obviously you can't name her." Aaron Glassman said standing in the lounge and looking at Sean.

Aaron Glassman is the dean of the hospital, and he was the one who made Sean, who was suffering from autism, the surgeon of the hospital.

In fact, Dean Glassman can be said to be Sean's mentor and adoptive father. After Sean's only younger brother died unexpectedly, he was the one who accompanied and raised Sean.

Sean didn't speak.

He didn't say that he wanted to name the girl. He cooperated with Dr. Melendez to complete a tumor resection today-although Dr. Melendez is still only willing to let him do the most trivial work for the time being, but he My mind was so focused on this operation that I had no time to think about other things.

But he still asked, "Why?"

He has always been full of curiosity about things he doesn't understand.

Dean Glassman said patiently: "First of all, this girl looks about 20 years old, at least eighteen or nineteen years old. She must have her own name. No one will grow up so old without a name, unless she has been living with the world. An isolated place. Right now, she just lost her name because of her long-term coma, but she will remember it.

"Secondly, you can't just name someone. It's like—" the Dean struggled to find an apt metaphor, "it's like having a pet. If you name it, you never give it away again. "

Sean looked convinced and didn't speak for a moment.

After a while.

"But she's not a pet, she's a human being." Sean expressed his opinion to Dean Glassman's somewhat bald forehead.

"Of course Sean, I know she's alone."

Sean looked satisfied this time, nodding happily.

Just when Dean Glassman thought the conversation was over and was about to leave, Sean suddenly said, "What do you think of the name Queenie?"

Dean: "..."

Sean said to himself: "Or, Grace...Stella..." He shook his head in denial, "But I like Queenie."

The old dean shook his head, turned around and opened the door of the lounge, and walked out helplessly.

Sean announced the name he had chosen for her in the hospital cafeteria.

Today was still a sunny and beautiful day. They sat at the dining table by the window, and the soft afternoon sunlight traced her almost flawless silhouette.

Dr. Melendez has released her and Dr. Clare lent her a set of her own clothes because she still has no contact information for her family and the hospital does not have any of her personal belongings, including clothing.

"I like your coat," Sean said suddenly.

Looking down at the clothes on her body, she smiled and said, "Thank you, I like it too." It was actually a very ordinary black coat, but this was the first time she wore human clothes.

Then Sean told her the name he had thought of for her.

"Queenie." She said the name she just got many times between her lips, like a child receiving a new gift.

Then they said their names together twice: "Queenie, Sean. Sean, Queenie."

She looked up at him and laughed, "I like that name."

Sean glanced at her, then looked away from her, as if watching her unable to say the next thing.

"Vegetative amnesia or partial amnesia is usually caused by brain damage, but your test results show that everything is normal. Even during your coma, your EEG did not show stray waveforms like other vegetative patients. , indicating that your brain nerves have been working normally. So I don’t think your current situation is amnesia or memory confusion.”

Queenie, who had been given a new name, looked at him and blinked.

Once Sean talked about the medical specialty he was good at, his speech speed would become very fast. As a direct result, Queenie didn't understand at all.

Sean obviously didn't notice her blankness, and continued to say happily: "But you are healthy now, and you can use your own name back when you find your family. Dr. Glassman said that everyone has their own name, You must have too."

Queenie understood this sentence. She thought for a while and said, "When I was sleeping, someone would sometimes come and talk to me, but very rarely, and they were all unpleasant conversations. I don't know. She's not my family, and she didn't give me a name."

Although she seemed to be saying something unhappy, her voice and expression were very flat, and her speech was very slow.It seems that since she woke up, no matter what she faces, she is very indifferent.Sean felt like the sunlight passing through the window and shining on his body at this moment, making people calm and soothed involuntarily.

She looked at him suddenly and asked, "Do you really want me to wake up?"

Sean looked at her puzzled.

Queenie said: "Sometimes I can hear people's inner voices, and I hear you say that you wish I woke up, so I woke up."

Sean's hands under the table were twisted together, his eyes were fixed on the table in front of him, and he didn't know what to say.

It took a long time to make up for it and said generally: "You are my patient, and I hope every patient can recover and be discharged from the hospital."

Queenie stared at him quietly for a while, then suddenly smiled.

"You're the first human being I've ever met in this world." Her voice sounded happy. "You visit me every day. And you gave me a name. You're a good human being, Sean .Do you have any wishes?"

desire.

Sean thought back to his first visit to St. Bonaventure Hospital, which was supposed to be his interview, where he was asked to explain why he wanted to be a surgeon.

At that time, he thought of the little rabbit who was thrown to death by his brutal father on the wall when he was a child, and his younger brother who died in front of his eyes because of an accident. The life he cherished disappeared before his eyes, but he couldn't save them.So he wants to be a surgeon and try his best to help others stay away from death.

Queenie smiled lightly: "I see."

He didn't say anything, Sean didn't understand what she knew, and was about to ask, Dean Glassman came back with a large tray full of food.

The old dean put the pancakes and hot drinks in front of Sean and Queenie, and put one in front of himself, then picked up the maple syrup, poured some on his own pancakes, and then poured some on Sean's pancakes. Round and round.

Sean likes sweet.

As Glassman did this, Queenie's eyes followed his hand as it circled the pancake.

This is the first time she has seen human food.

The dean looked at her, reached out with a hand holding maple syrup, and poured some on her too.

Queenie looked up: "Thank you."

Glassman nodded.

Sean picked up the knife on the table and skillfully cut the pancakes on the plate into even small pieces.

Queenie watched curiously, imitating Sean for a while, and tentatively picked up the knife.

The dean watched her holding the knife anxiously, and pushed the uneaten pancakes in front of her just to be safe.

"Come on, Queenie, take this."

Queenie looked at the cut food, then raised her head and said to Glassman, "Thank you."

The old dean suddenly wanted to sigh. He used to bring one baby, but now he feels like he has two...

But Queenie only cared about imitating Sean's movements again, holding a fork and bringing half a pancake to her mouth.

But she didn't eat the pancakes, she just stuck out the tip of her tongue and added some syrup that was poured on it.

Sean looked at her pink tongue, which was only tentatively sticking out a little, then looked away.

Queenie's eyes lit up when she tasted the sweetness for the first time, and she quickly licked all the syrup on a pancake.

"Looks like she likes maple syrup as much as you do," Glassman said to Sean.

Queenie turned her head: "Maple syrup?"

Glassman tapped the bottle of maple syrup on the table with his chin and said, "Yes, that's maple syrup."

Holding a fork in one hand, Sean said quickly: "Maple syrup is rich in minerals and organic acids. Not only is it lower in calories than sucrose, fructose, and corn sugar, but it also contains more calcium, magnesium, and organic acids than other ingredients. So much higher in sugar…”

"Yes, yes," Glassman interrupted resignedly, "I know maple syrup is nutritious."

Sean swallowed back what he hadn't finished speaking, and forked another pancake resentfully.

"I love maple syrup," Queenie said.

Seeing Sean smiling contentedly and happily.

Sean lowered his head and stroked his hair.

The old dean looked at Queenie who was smiling like a flower, and then turned his head to look at the tips of Sean's ears that were blushing unconsciously. He bent his lips and concentrated on eating the lunch in front of him.

Queenie really does when she says she likes maple syrup.With that, she lifted the bottle of maple syrup from the table and brought it to her lips.

"No." Sean wanted to stop her "heroic" behavior, but he didn't know what to do, and he didn't dare to stop her with his hands.He doesn't like physical contact with people.

Queenie stopped moving when she heard his words, and looked at him calmly.

"You shouldn't be like this..." Sean stretched out his hand nervously, but he was afraid of touching her hand, so he retracted again, looking at a loss.

Queenie understood, and she handed him the maple syrup.

Sean picked it up carefully, but his fingers still inevitably touched hers.

His body trembled unnaturally, and when he looked up, Queenie's expression was still calm, unaware.

Sean tried his best to control his body reactions that were different from ordinary people, lowered his head, and poured maple syrup full of maple syrup on her pancake seriously.

Queenie looked at the golden and transparent syrup on the plate, with smiles in her eyes, and said sincerely, "Thank you, Sean, you are so kind."

Sean clasped his hands together, clenched and loosened, clenched and loosened.

After a while, he said, "You're welcome, Queenie."

Glassman, who had always hoped that Sean would grow up slowly, watched quietly, and suddenly thought that it might be a good idea to let one child take care of another.

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