The twisted melon is sweet

Chapter 362

About three miles from the Gold Coast of Alicante, there is an isolated island.

This isolated island was bought in the 80s of the last century and given a nice name, DORA, Dora, which means "God's gift" in Greek.

The Spanish government at the time encouraged people to buy undeveloped islands, so the price wasn't set too high.Islands require buyers to spend money on construction and investment, and owners also need to pay taxes and fees regularly.

The island is small in size and surrounded by the sea.Facilities for extracting fresh water from seawater have been built on the island, and various tall and straight trees are planted.There is a two-story building in the center of the island, with gray and black marble exterior walls and large glass windows, which looks low-key and unassuming.

There is a fenced horse farm 500 meters away from the building, and several horses are eating with their tails flicking in the stables.

Three men sat drinking coffee not far from the racecourse, the sun umbrellas shielded them from the scorching sun, the sea breeze blew gently, and the leaves fluttered and danced.

A thin white man put down the coffee cup in his hand, stood up and said, "Mr. Ouyang, I've been bothering you for a long time, and I'm going to take my leave."

Another local with dark brown skin also echoed: "Mr. Ouyang's racecourse is beautifully repaired, and the horses are also very good. I hope to have the opportunity to play again."

Ouyang Mobai put on a wide-brimmed fisherman hat, smiled and said, "You are too polite. I have been on the island for the past few days, and you are always welcome."

Ouyang Mobai and the two of them walked along the path leading to the sea.There was a small boat docked by the sea, Ouyang Mobai sent them to the boat, and waved goodbye, until the boat was getting farther and farther away and he could not see clearly, then he walked back slowly.

When passing by the racecourse, Ouyang Mobai wanted to sit still for a while, but when he turned his head and saw the red-faced housekeeper poking his head to look at him, he continued to walk forward and asked, "What's the matter?"

"There is really nothing else. Only little birds come to this place. What else can there be?" The red-faced butler was named Jose.Since Ouyang Mobai bought this island, he has been in charge here. He is honest and honest, but he talks a lot.

Sometimes Ouyang Mobai felt that he couldn't bear it, but he didn't talk much, so talking too much could be regarded as neutralizing.So Jose stayed on the island for more than thirty years, and he changed from a talkative young man to a talkative uncle.

Ouyang Mobai stopped and looked at the boundless sea in the distance.I feel a little emotional in my heart, people are going to be born, old, sick and die, from full of blue hair to hairy hair, but the sea has never changed, even if the waves toss and roll like full of thoughts, what can the sea do?Humans are still too small in front of nature!

Jose said to himself again: "It's not right, isn't it just that a stranger came to the island yesterday?"

Ouyang Mobai was reminded, and then asked: "Has the young man woke up?"

"No." Jose pushed the lawn mower out of the shed, "The doctor said he would wake up, just give him the medicine. I followed the doctor's orders completely, and I don't know when he will wake up. "

Ouyang Mobai frowned and continued walking forward.Walking into the yard, he pushed open the door of a guest room, and saw the young man lying motionless on the bed.The windows were open, separated by screens, and the air smelled of rooms that had been disinfected with alcohol.

Standing in front of the bed, Ouyang Mobai saw that the young man's face was still pale, one arm was wrapped in gauze, and the corresponding leg was also tightly wrapped in white gauze. There was a fixed needle on the back of his hand, that was Used for infusion.

Jose also walked in and said, "The doctor will come this afternoon, and I want to make him squid ink paella. I don't know if the doctor likes the best squid ink..."

Seeing that Ouyang Mobai did not make a sound, Jose also walked to the bed, looked at the patient lying in front of him and said, "This young man is really good-looking, is he Chinese or Japanese? Send him to the city. Otherwise, will his illness be delayed?"

Ouyang Mobai is also looking at the patient. He has fair skin, delicate eyebrows and eyes, black hair, and no scars on his body. He looks like a child from a relatively good family.Intuition tells Ouyang Mobai that he is from China.

Now that the mainland is economically developed, many young people come to Spain to study and some to travel.The one in front of me is probably the same.

Indeed, as How Sai said, sending sick patients to the city can receive better treatment, which is also conducive to the early recovery of the body.

But the young man had a gunshot wound on his leg, and Ouyang Mobai didn't dare to send him to the city, so he had to ask Jose to pick up a doctor he knew for treatment.

After the examination, the doctor told Ouyang Mobai that all the functions of the young man's body were completely normal, but his calf was scratched by a bullet, and he was bleeding profusely and lacked physical strength, leading to a coma.

Ouyang Mobai was relieved now.The doctor immediately buried the infusion tube for the patient, and several large bottles of liquid were hung above the bed, and Jose was asked to help take care of it.

José was crazy, and he asked the doctor about everything, and what he wanted to ask most was when the young man would wake up.

Ouyang Mobai was also there at the time. He saw the doctor roll over the patient's eyelids, pondered for a while, and told Jose that he might wake up the next day.Another possibility is that she will be in a coma for a few days.

Jose's face was sad for a while-pointing to someone talking to him, and turned into pity for a while-what a good-looking person, don't fall into a coma from now on.

The doctor reassured Jose that as long as the patient takes the medicine according to his requirements, he will surely wake up.

Standing in front of the hospital bed didn't help much, Ouyang Mobai was turning around and walking out when his cell phone rang, and it was Adi calling.

"Are you busy recently?" Ouyang Mobai walked out of the room, the sun had already emerged from the dark clouds, making it hard to open your eyes.

Adi did not answer his ridicule, but frowned, half joking and half complaining, "Actor Wen disappeared as soon as he went to Spain. There is something he needs to decide here, and the phone can't be answered. Why is my son the same as Lao Tzu? When you meet true love, forget the mundane world?"

"What's important, let's wait a few days. Or you can decide not to be an old man who annoys young people." Having said that, Ouyang Mobai was also a little puzzled. The call from the producer was unreasonable.

"Hey, it's a good idea. It's a pity that people don't appreciate it. By the way, when will you come back? The movie schedule is scheduled, and you have to show your real body, so what TV station has agreed to interview you . If you miss the appointment, you will be banned!"

"Okay, let's go back then. Hey, do you know which city in Spain Xiaoyu came to?"

"Why? Do you still want to have an encounter? He didn't say that in detail. He has gone to talk to someone, so I can't ask too much. He only called for four days at most, and he will be back soon."

When Ouyang Mobai saw that Adi had sent the draft, he didn't have the heart to go back to his home in Madrid. He directly booked a flight ticket from Alicante to China, packed a few clothes, and hurried back home.

Before Ouyang Mobai left, the doctor hadn't arrived on the island yet, and he didn't go to the guest room to see the patient. He only left Jose a handsome back view.

The doctor went to the island again and brought a huge box, which contained protein nutrition solutions of various properties, anti-inflammatory injections, and medical gauze and bandages for dressing wounds.

Jose made a pot of squid ink paella, which was beyond his expectation, and the doctor said it was delicious.Reciprocating, the doctor taught Jose how to take medicine and care for the wounded.

It was not until the sun was about to set that Jose sent the doctor to the boat back to the city.

Early the next morning, Jose was going to go to the small piece of beach he circled by the sea to see if there were any fresh fish and shrimps to throw himself into the net.Passing by the guest room, I heard movement inside.

Jose pushed open the door, and saw the young man who was lying on the bed twisting his body, and the stool next to him fell to the ground, probably because he accidentally knocked it over when he was trying to sit up.

José rushed over in surprise, and said to the man.

The young man on the bed struggled to open his eyes and asked in English, "Where is this?"

But Jose couldn't understand English.

In Spain, the official language is Spanish, and the service industry that receives tourists has received English training. There is no obstacle to daily communication with the outside world in English. Many other people do not speak or understand English.