sleepy tiger

From [-]:[-] pm to [-]:[-] am, twelve hours, a night without dreams.Mu Xu opened his eyes, feeling refreshed, he turned his head and looked to the right, empty.

From [-]:[-] pm to [-]:[-] am, twelve hours, a night without dreams.Mu Xu opened his eyes, feeling refreshed, he turned his head and looked to the right, empty.

Chi Juntao usually wouldn't wake up so early, so Mu Xu propped himself up and leaned against the head of the bed, pressing the button to call the nurse.

Chi Juntao was sitting on a chair in the garden downstairs, looking at the rising sun in the eastern sky. It was the first time that he, who had always had a top-notch sleep quality, experienced frequent awakenings at night. After waking up, his first reaction was to check for Mu Xu's breathing. Terrified.

I was afraid that I would become the second Chi Xiuwen.

The golden red round sun is like a rising balloon, and the birds are very noisy in the morning.Chi Juntao's gaze fell on a small stall by the fence. The stall owner squatted down and tied the rope of the balloon to the brick.

"You're awake." The nurse stood by the bed and said, "Did you take the medicine prescribed by Dr. Li?"

"No." Mu Xu said, "I want to go to the bathroom, should I remove these lines myself or you?"

"I'll do it." The nurse walked to Mu Xu, quickly unplugged the monitor cable for him, and asked, "How did you sleep?"

"Very good." Mu Xu said, "I'm not dreaming."

"Go ahead," said the nurse.

Mu Xu Aijie, who was rescued after the onset of the illness, was sore all over. He didn't take a shower, wash his face and brush his teeth before going to bed. The smell all over his body was unbearable. He went into the bathroom and stayed there for a full hour before coming out with a bath towel on.

Chi Juntao was sitting on the sofa, with a rope tied to his wrist. The rope was holding a red balloon, which was touching the ceiling, dangling back and forth with Chi Juntao's movements.

"Where did you come from?" Mu Xu asked.

"I bought it, this room is too white." Chi Juntao said, he walked up to Mu Xu, lowered his head and tied the balloon to his hand, "How do you feel?"

"I think I can be discharged from the hospital." Mu Xu said, "Is it possible?"

"No." Chi Juntao said.

"..." Sitting on the bed, Mu Xu boredly dragged the rope to hold the balloon into his arms, and said rather childishly, "Okay."

The nurse knocked on the door, delivered a meal, and said, "Go to the psychological consultation room after eating. The number in line is 08:30 to 09:30."

"Okay, thank you." Mu Xu picked up the spoon, and he asked Chi Juntao, "Have you had breakfast?"

"I've eaten it." Chi Juntao said, "I bought egg-filled biscuits downstairs."

"That's great." Mu Xu looked at the meat on the plate, and the vegetables were vegetables, so light that it made people lose their appetite. He sighed a little, picked up a piece of cauliflower and put it in his mouth.

Before the meal, the nurse took away a tube of Mu Xu's blood for testing. Chi Juntao said, "I told Mr. Chen that I'm working in the hospital these days."

Mu Xu paused for a moment with his chopsticks, and said, "You don't have to stay here with me."

"You don't care." Chi Juntao said.

The older the child, the harder it is to manage it. Mu Xu said flatly, "You really have hard wings."

"Yes, you taught it." Chi Juntao said.

Mu Xu looked down at his phone, there was still an hour before 08:30, and he was likely to be pissed to death by Young Master Chi in the next half hour.

A crutch was stuck into the room, and Chi Yan walked in unsteadily: "I heard that you had a heart attack, let me see if you are alive."

"I'm still alive, let you down." Mu Xu said.

Chi Yan walked to the sofa and sat down, Chi Juntao asked: "Are you here alone?"

"I'll take a walk." Chi Yan said, "Who else but me."

"Me." Zhou Zhonglu stepped into the ward, "I stopped the car just now, the teacher ran really fast."

"Minister." Mu Xu turned sideways and was about to get out of bed to greet him, but Zhou Zhonglu pressed his shoulders and refused.

"You are a sick patient, don't engage in these useless etiquette." Zhou Zhonglu said, he bent down and put two boxes of milk at the foot of the bed, "My teacher and I came here yesterday afternoon to see that the lights were not turned on in the room, thinking You should be resting, so I didn't bother you."

"The teacher called me early in the morning." Zhou Zhonglu said.

"I came to the hospital for a physical examination, and I stopped by to see you." Chi Yan said.

"Yes, yes." Zhou Zhonglu looked at Mu Xu with a smile, "How do you feel, does your chest hurt?"

"Let you worry about it." Mu Xu said, "I slept well last night, and there is no pain."

"Rest well, stay up late and exercise more." Zhou Zhonglu said, "You young people, if you don't sleep at night and get up in the morning, if you don't live long, the pension you pay for retirement will contribute to the country."

"Your dad's experience is a lesson, not a role model for you." Chi Yan said abruptly.

Mu Xu was used to Mr. Chi's yin and yang, he said, "Okay, okay."

"Are you staying in the hospital these two days?" Chi Yan looked at Chi Juntao.

"I went to Huajin in the morning to get the computer back, and I worked in the hospital in the afternoon." Chi Juntao said.

"Yeah." Chi Yan responded, contemplated for a moment, and warned, "Don't ignore your family just because of work."

Chi Juntao was stunned for a moment, and said, "Okay, I'll make a note."

"Xiao Zhou, let's go." Chi Yan stood up on crutches, "Let's not be annoying here."

Zhou Zhonglu walked up to Mu Xu, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "Actively cooperate with the treatment, get better soon, your body is your capital."

"Thank you minister for your concern." Mu Xu said.

Zhou Zhonglu waved to Mu Xu and Chi Juntao, and followed Chi Yan's pace.Chi Juntao looked at Chi Yan's back for a while, and said in a low voice, "Grandpa is old, and he never cared about his family's feelings before."

"He's in his eighties this year?" Mu Xu asked.

"84." Chi Juntao said.

"Old age." Mu Xu said, "What a blessing." He took a sip of millet porridge, "You can live to be 80."

"You can too." Chi Juntao sat beside Mu Xu holding a balloon, "I will live as long as you live."

"Can you say something auspicious in the hospital." Mu Xu put down the spoon, "I'm full."

Chi Juntao handed over a napkin and said, "I'm going to visit the Huajin Building, is it okay for you to be alone?"

"Otherwise, can I tear down the hospital?" Mu Xu squinted at him, "Let's go quickly."

Chi Juntao pointed to himself: "I want to kiss."

The nurse stood at the door and knocked on the door with a wooden face: "It's ten past eight, when are you leaving?"

Mu Xu looked at Chi Juntao. Young Master Chi was still standing there and didn't intend to give up. He underestimated how thick-skinned his husband was, so he stood up and walked in front of Chi Juntao, and kissed him on the corner of his lips like a dragonfly: "OK Come on, get out of here."

With a smile on his face, Chi Juntao ran out of the ward in small steps. He couldn't see Mu Xu's indifferent expression after he turned around.

Mu Xu said to the nurse: "Please lead the way, let's go now."

"How is Mr. Mu?"

As soon as Chi Juntao stepped into the office, he heard Chen Pingche's questioning. Chi Juntao said, "The man is rescued and has clear consciousness. He will do a full-body examination these days to see what's wrong."

"You're so young, why?" Chen Pingche stood beside Chi Juntao's work station, and asked in a low voice, "His father seems to have passed away at this age too. Does he have a hereditary heart disease?"

"As far as I know, no." Chi Juntao said, he picked up his laptop and put it in his backpack, "I went to the hospital, and I will give you the plan tomorrow afternoon."

"Okay, don't worry." Chen Pingche said, "Convey concern to Mr. Mu for me."

"Okay, thank you Mr. Chen." Chi Juntao said.

Mu Xu opened the door and entered the psychological consultation room, nodded his greetings to the doctor, and sat directly on the chair opposite the doctor.

"First time in psychotherapy?" the doctor asked.

Mu Xu shook his head: "No."

The doctor flipped through the medical records in his hand and said, "Then I'll cut to the chase. What's the reason why you don't sleep?"

"Nightmare." Mu Xu said.

"What kind of nightmare?" asked the doctor.

"My father and I built building blocks together." Mu Xu said, "I have often dreamed about it since I was a child."

"How often?" asked the doctor.

"Two to three times a month." Mu Xu said, "When the pressure is high, I can dream for a few days in a row."

"Why do you say this is a nightmare?" the doctor asked, "What kind of building blocks did you build together? Can you describe the specific scene?"

Mu Xu briefly talked about the dreams that have been played in countless loops. He said: "The scary thing is not the building blocks, but the door that can never be knocked. This is the scene I dreamed about in the last year."

"I built building blocks with my father. I stood up and walked through the corridor, crossed the threshold, and stood in the corridor knocking on the neighbor's door." Mu Xu said, "I kept knocking, but the door never opened."

The doctor asked: "Have you dreamed a lot recently?"

"For the past six months, two or three times a week." Mu Xu said, "When I got sick yesterday, I opened the door in my dream."

"What did you see?" the doctor asked.

"I saw another me sitting inside, building blocks with my father." Mu Xu said.