prisoner of love

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Fate whispers to the warrior: "You cannot withstand the storm."

The warrior whispered back: "I am the storm."

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Zhou Song sent his parents away, and then he turned around and sat back on the bench. He stared intently at the still closed door of the operating room. For some reason, he felt that his eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the door and see clearly what was inside. In this situation, the pale Li Yanqi was lying on the operating table with his eyes closed and was being rescued. Death was racing against time.

At this moment, Zhou Song wished he could take out his soul and throw it in, to protect Li Yanqi from the death scythe...

In the operating room, the life detector finally stopped its sharp and piercing alarm, and the vital indicators were slowly recovering. Several white coats wiped the sweat from their foreheads at the same time. It was really dangerous!

They can be regarded as a gamble, forcibly stimulating the patient's heart, making him perceive external stimuli, no matter what he thinks in the closed world inside his heart, and why he should give up the consciousness of survival, the doctor's bounden duty is to save lives, even if you are heinous Criminals, if there is a [-] in [-] chance, they will rescue you.

After all the data stabilized, it was already past five o'clock in the morning.

After six and a half hours of surgery, the door of the operating room was quietly opened. The patient's life and death would be announced at this moment, and the life and death of the family members would also be pronounced at this moment.

The chief surgeon went out first. He took off his mask and raised his head. There was already a person standing in front of him.

"How...how is he?" Zhou Song's heartbeat was about to speed up, and he mustered up a lot of courage to ask, like a person waiting to be sentenced.

The chief surgeon's complexion was not very good, because the high intensity and high stimulation made him a little haggard, but Zhou Song was acquitted by what he said, "The patient has escaped from danger, but is still in a coma. This is normal. He lost a lot of blood. , The operation process was once dangerous, if the wound was one centimeter deep, no one would be able to save him."

Zhou Song seemed to be out of strength. If he hadn't forcibly restrained himself, he might have knelt on the ground on the spot. A great sense of joy that was lost and found was injected into his soul from the soles of his feet, allowing him to be reborn. At the same time, all the senses of the body They were all recovering slowly, and only then did the piercing pain in his knees swept over him clamoringly. He staggered a step, and the driver hurriedly supported him from behind without a trace.

The chief surgeon also saw that his complexion was not good, and he knew in his heart who this person might be. The hospital had greeted him earlier, and he glanced at Zhou Song's knee wrapped in gauze, and said: "If you are injured here, don't grow long. Time to stand, go to sit or lie down, and then the patient will be pushed out and transferred to the ward for observation."

"Can I live in the same room as him?" Zhou Song asked, he was worried that the ward that Li Yanqi was going to was a special ward.

"Of course, I'll arrange it for you."

"Thank you. You have worked hard." This sentence, Zhou Song said from the bottom of his heart. He rarely apologized to anyone, and he rarely thanked anyone. In his position, he can already do whatever he wants to a large extent.With this thank you, he is not only thanking the doctor, but maybe also thanking fate, God has favored him after all.

The surgeon in charge did not expect such a person to thank him so sincerely. He smiled and said, "It's just my job." They got up and said thanks, they either knelt down and cried, or followed the patient to the ward with great joy.

Li Yanqi was transferred to the high-grade ward and settled properly. The sky was getting brighter, and the chief surgeon had already changed his attire and came to round the ward. Seeing that Zhou Song hadn't rested yet, he was sitting in front of the patient's bed and guarding, so he persuaded: "You also stayed up all night, go to sleep, we are monitoring his situation at any time, don't worry."

Zhou Song looked back at him and asked, "Did the operation go well?"

"Originally, the suture repair has been completed and everything is normal, but the patient suddenly gave up his survival awareness for some reason, and we used the resuscitator to stimulate him...to snatch him back." The doctor did not intend to hide it, this is not There is nothing to hide about their technical mistakes, and talking about them can help the family members understand the situation better. Generally speaking, the patients who committed suicide by cutting their wrists are very special. If the knot in their hearts cannot be solved, they will No matter how hard you try, it will be futile.

Zhou Song frowned upon hearing this, "Can subjective consciousness really affect a person's life?"

"The subjective consciousness of healthy and normal people like us can't be affected, but it's different for patients who are dying. A strong sense of survival will be the most effective life-saving pill next to medical skills. Let alone someone who commits suicide like him, whether he really wants to die or not is an important factor affecting his life that cannot be ignored." The doctor explained seriously, "So when he wakes up, talk to him carefully, what's the matter? After going through this night so hard to imagine, he should have figured it out, life is so fragile and so precious."

Thinking of the cause and effect of all this, Zhou Song smiled wryly, "He didn't really want to commit suicide, he was just gambling with his life."

The doctor couldn't understand, "You young people are really crazy." At the same time, he complained silently in his heart: You are greedy for a moment of pleasure, and the Chinese New Year will make us doctors toss to death!Just as he was about to turn around and leave the ward, he couldn't help but ask, "Did he win the bet?"

Zhou Song looked at the sleeping Li Yanqi, and replied softly: "He won the bet, and he has never lost a bet before."

After the doctor left, the ward became quiet again, only the slight sound of the instrument could be heard.Zhou Song has described Li Yanqi's face hundreds of times, but he has never dared to take a look at Li Yanqi's left hand. The blistered wound seems to be engraved on his heart. He couldn't hold back the pain.

Why do you suddenly want to give up your life?Am I so disgusting to you that you don't even want to open your eyes to see me again?

Especially when he remembered what the doctor said to him before: "After the complete test report this time, we know that the patient has a special constitution and the ability to resist pain is much worse than ordinary people, so no matter how big or small the wound is for him, it is very important." It's very painful. Wrist cutting is originally a kind of pain, but he still chooses, doesn't he know it?"

He was so shocked that he couldn't speak at the time, the doctor said "tsk", "Aren't you his family member? You never found out?"

Zhou Song failed to answer this question for a long time.

"Unless he has never been injured before, or he has been deliberately hiding it from you. Or, you just ignored it. This special physique is rare, and there will only be one in 1 people. It's no wonder you didn't notice it. .Try to avoid getting him hurt in the future, he looks young, so he can bear it!"

Zhou Song has been reminiscing about the past... It turns out that Li Yanqi has endured so much, but he has never mentioned a word to him. When he cried and begged for mercy, at most he said "Zhou Song, I don't want it anymore, I suffer." I can't." At that time, Li Yanqi, how much pain...

No wonder Li Yanqi's grandma told him that when Li Yanqi was a child, he never liked to play and have fun with other children. He basically didn't participate in too strenuous sports. Maybe it wasn't because he was naturally gentle, but because he was afraid of getting hurt. Although he didn't understand the principles of his physique, it must have hurt him to be injured, so he subconsciously tried to avoid injury.

In the past, he didn't care about this person, he didn't know what pity was, but now this person has become his heartache, which makes him feel heartbroken, and even recalling the past has to muster up a lot of courage.

Li Yanqi grew up carefully and avoided a hundred times of pain, but suffered thousands of times from him.As long as Zhou Song thinks of this, he will not feel sleepy, no matter how many times he tosses and turns on the hospital bed two meters away from Li Yanqi.

Li Yanqi felt that he had a lot of dreams, sometimes it was a dream within a dream, and when he woke up from the dream, he found that he was still in the dream. He seemed to be trapped by something, and he couldn't wake up no matter what.

But no matter which dream, he can feel the pain. He doesn't know where the wound is, but it is pain. He dreamed that he turned into an eagle, set off from the cliff, spread his wings and soared in the open space. In the extremely bright sky, up and down freely, without any restraint, he uttered joyful calls, flying across the endless grassland, across the blue and wide sea, across the majestic and vast desert, mountains and rivers With a panoramic view of the beautiful scenery, he finally got tired of flying and started to return. After traveling through thousands of mountains and rivers, he finally stopped at the top of the cliff. There was an eagle more than before. The strange thing is that he was not afraid, but tried He approached, moved little by little, and the eagle suddenly came over and then spread its wings to embrace him, and gently combed his feathers, again and again, the movements were full of tenderness.

When Li Yanqi opened his eyes, Zhou Song was helping him comb his slightly messy hair.

He fell asleep all day, and finally woke up the next morning.

Zhou Song just replaced the flowers in the vase, drew the curtains and opened the window, and sat back on his hospital bed to moisten his chapped lips with a cotton ball. When he saw that the hair on his forehead was a bit messy, he combed it with his hands After a while, the hand moved away, and the eyes that had been closed for a long time were opening little by little, so Zhou Song forgot what he was going to do, and looked straight at the person who had just woken up, not daring to blink. .

Li Yanqi's vision was blurred at first, but slowly, he could see things clearly. Maybe he had guessed that Zhou Song would be the first person he saw when he woke up, so he was not surprised, but just looked at him quietly .

Zhou Song's voice was a little hoarse, and it took him a long time to ask nonsense: "Are you awake?"

Li Yanqi blinked, but did not answer.

Zhou Song then asked again, with a cautious tone, "The wound...does it still hurt?"

Li Yanqi replied irrelevantly: "Zhou Song, I won." As he spoke, he slowly showed a smile, and the smile twisted for a second, obviously because the sensory recovery was hurt by the wound.

Zhou Song got up to ring the bell, "I'm a doctor." He was even a little flustered, he couldn't answer Li Yanqi's words, and he didn't want to face it, he hoped that Li Yanqi would wake up quickly, at this moment he was contradictory I hope that the other party doesn't wake up and falls asleep obediently, so that he won't say these annoying words.

Li Yanqi saw Zhou Song's haggardness and embarrassment, the slightly protruding beard, black eye sockets, and a little gray complexion. It seemed that he hadn't rested well or hadn't rested at all. The moment Zhou Song got up, he saw The other party's bandaged knee, after a little thought, he knew what was going on. It was not that he was completely ignorant of the situation that night. Although he fell into a coma, he could still perceive some things.

Later, he remembered those conversations in the car, Zhou Song's red eyes, trembling and hoarse voice, and the repeated "yes, I'm in love with you".

After Zhou Song rang the bell, he didn't want to go back to Li Yanqi's hospital bed. Li Yanqi once called him a coward, but he was really right. He is a coward, and now he doesn't even have the courage to face Li Yanqi. He was afraid that the man would say that he wanted to separate in the next second, and he was also afraid that the man would make him fulfill his promise immediately. He had promised him that if he persisted, he would let him go.

Of course he can play tricks, but after this time, he was really scared. Li Yanqi is a complete lunatic, so cruel that he would even take his own life.

One of them was lying down and the other was standing. The atmosphere in the ward was in a subtle stalemate. When the doctor came, he saw Li Yanqi woke up and smiled, "How do you feel when you walk before the gate of hell?"

Li Yanqi was a little embarrassed, "It hurts."

"Well, cutting your wrist is a relatively painful way, especially with your special constitution, it hurts several times more than ordinary people." The doctor said while observing his complexion, and then carefully looked at his bandaged hand.

"It's been like this since I was a child. I'm used to it. I'm not so afraid of pain anymore." Li Yanqi chatted with the doctor casually.

"I need to change the medicine, it may be more painful." After the doctor said this, he naturally turned to look at Zhou Song who had been silent.

Zhou Song asked: "Can I be anesthetized?"

The doctor shook his head, "Come here and hold him for me. I'm worried that he will touch the wound after struggling."

Li Yanqi said that he was not so afraid anymore, but now he was still terribly afraid, "Doctor, can't you wait for me to fall asleep before... changing?"

"It's all the same. You will most likely be woken up by the pain when you fall asleep. And if you are awake, you can tell me in time if you feel any discomfort in the middle."

Zhou Song walked over to the other side of the hospital bed. He bent down and gently covered Li Yanqi, and lightly pressed his hands on Li Yanqi's shoulders. The two looked at each other and breathed each other. It was the first time that he had such a close contact and felt Zhou Song's burning eyes. Li Yanqi turned his head away, and the man said to him softly: "Don't be afraid. It will be fine in a while." The tone was like coaxing a child.

The doctor began to remove the bandage, "Well, the wound is still red and swollen, so it needs to be sterilized in time, and an anti-inflammatory injection will be given in a while."

When the cool cotton ball touched the wound, Li Yanqi twitched in pain, Zhou Song immediately coaxed: "Be patient, it will be fine soon."

Wiping the cotton ball gently back and forth, Li Yanqi frowned, biting his lower lip to bear the pain, Zhou Song was afraid that he would bite him, so he withdrew his hand, and then put it to Li Yanqi's mouth, "Don't bite your lip, bite me hands."