I Was Wrong, Please Don't Leave Me

"How, how does it feel?"

In the still dimly lit room, an old man in an army green padded jacket was sitting on a small stool, pressing the acupuncture points on the man's legs little by little with his hands like withered old branches.

Gu Peilang sat in the wheelchair, clenched the armrests of the wheelchair with both hands, expressionless: "It's a little numb."

Su Jinyu stood aside, his eyes were fixed on the man from the beginning to the end, and there was unconcealable worry in his eyes.

Little Abao lingered at the lollipop that Su Jinyu brought him, and sat by the stove looking at them curiously.

Grandpa Zhang closed his eyes, his slightly messy eyebrows twitched together: "Apart from numbness, is there any other feeling?"

Gu Peilang shook his head: "No."

The old man withdrew his hand and said angrily, "If you don't tell the truth, I can't treat this disease."

Su Jinyu felt a "thump" in his heart, and subconsciously looked at Gu Peilang.

Under the dim light, the man's facial features were slightly sharp, and his jaw line was slightly tense.

"Pei Lang..." A thin layer of sweat broke out of Su Jinyu's palm, and he called out to the other party softly.

Gu Peilang was silent for a while, and the atmosphere in the room was somewhat depressed.

"Sometimes it stings a bit, but it's not intense."

The man's deep and cold voice sounded in the quiet room, and Su Jinyu clenched his palms tightly.

Grandpa Zhang: "When did it start?"

"a week ago."

The man's voice had no emotional ups and downs, as if he was talking about an unimportant thing.

Su Jinyu's eyelashes trembled slightly for a moment, feeling a little suffocated.

A week ago... he hadn't even noticed.

"It's normal. Almost all the nerves in your legs are necrotic. It's not an easy thing to repair them all." The old man raised his hand and twisted the goatee on his chin. When he spoke again, his voice already carried With a touch of appreciation, "Ordinary people have already been in pain by this time, but you can bear it and act like a normal person."

Gu Peilang lowered his eyes and said nothing.

"Grandpa Zhang, is there any way to relieve it?"

The old man opened his eyes, looked straight at him with out-of-focus eyes, and replied crisply: "No, it will only hurt more and more in the future, until the day he can walk on the ground."

Manicured nails dug into palms.

Grandpa Zhang took a sip of the warm bitter tea on the side, and after Su Jinyu finished digesting his words, he continued slowly: "I asked you to come this time to see the condition of his legs, although he has regained consciousness. Time has slowed down a bit, but it's a lot better than I expected."

"I will prescribe a few more medicines. After I go back, I will boil one medicine in a casserole every day, take half of it internally and soak my feet, and come back to me a week later."

When Su Jinyu left the old man's residence with the medicine in hand, it was still Xiao Abao who sent the two of them out.

The child stood at the entrance of the alley, watched the two people's car disappear, then turned around and entered the house bouncing around.

In the house, Grandpa Zhang was sorting out the boxes in the corner. There were piles of paper money and incense candles inside. If there was a bottle of wine that could not be identified, it was carefully wrapped in a layer of white flannel and placed alone in the box. Mezzanine.

There was no expression on the old man's overly thin face, but there was a touch of sadness in those unfocused eyes.

Ah Bao stepped lightly, stepped forward obediently, and then helped the old man clean up together.

Grandpa Zhang raised his hand and touched his head, sighed softly: "Go back to the house and bring your things, let's go and see him together."

Abao: "OK."

……

On the way back to the house, the atmosphere in the small carriage was quiet.

The man was sitting in the co-pilot, his legs were covered with a thick blanket, his eyes were closed, his face was a little pale under the reflection of the white snow outside the window, and his brows were slightly wrinkled.

While paying attention to the road ahead, Su Jinyu looked back at people from time to time.

This time the medicine was not put into the trunk, and the strong smell of traditional Chinese medicine rose slowly from the back seat, and then permeated the entire compartment.

The car stopped on the side of the road with a "squeak".

Gu Peilang opened his eyes, and immediately fell into a pair of worried eyes.

"Does it hurt?" Su Jinyu asked him.

Gu Peilang: "It doesn't hurt."

Su Jinyu frowned and said nothing.

After a moment of silence, Gu Peilang sighed first, as if with a bit of compromise: "A little bit, but not as exaggerated as Grandpa Zhang said, really."

The man in the driver's seat looked at him with a distressed look on his face: "You should have told me earlier."

Gu Peilang turned sideways slightly, raised his hand to smooth the gap between his brows, and said in a deep voice, "I just don't want you to worry."

Su Jinyu grabbed his hand and put it on his cheek: "I will be more worried if you do this."

"I was wrong." The man readily admitted his mistake.

"I don't blame you, I just..." Su Jinyu frowned, and said after a while, "You can't do this again in the future."

Seeing his frowning, Gu Peilang curled the corners of his lips, and there was a bit of indulgence in his smile: "I know, there will be no next time."

After the two returned home, they met Liu Qi to deliver materials.

Su Jinyu asked Steward Zhang to go to the supermarket to see if there was a special pot for boiling medicine, and she carried the big and small bags of medicine into the kitchen, and put them away neatly.

Ever since Steward Zhang knew that her husband's legs could be healed, he was full of energy in everything he did, and even treated Su Jinyu more respectfully and sincerely than before.

When Su Jinyu came out of the kitchen, he saw Gu Peilang and Liu Qi talking in the living room.

Gu Peilang was listening to Liu Qi's report on this month's financial situation, and when he looked up and saw Su Jinyu, he waved to him.

Su Jinyu raised the corners of her lips, walked over, and Gu Peilang handed him the bag on her lap.

The man was a little puzzled. After taking it and opening it, he realized that it was a newly launched mobile phone.

The phone card had been put in thoughtfully, and as soon as Su Jinyu pressed the power button, there were ding ding dong dong message ringtones, all from the same person.

He put away his phone expressionlessly, and then sat down on the sofa next to Gu Peilang.

Liu Qi left soon, and Su Jinyu sent him out the door.

When he came back, Gu Peilang was waiting for him in the living room.

The man was sitting in a wheelchair with his head down, not knowing what he was thinking.

The sound of closing the door sounded, and he looked up at the person at the entrance.

"come over."

Su Jinyu lifted her foot and walked over, shook her head when Gu Peilang took his hand and wanted him to sit on her lap, and then squatted down on one knee in front of the person, just like countless times in the past.

"Pei Lang, what's wrong?"

Su Jinyu raised her head, her beautiful eyes looked at the man in front of her gently.

"Here's your phone, do you like it?"