never forget [criminal investigation]

Seeing that it was getting late, Xing Yue booked a car to take the old director and Aunt Liu home.

Lu Songjiang planned to contact a hospital nurse to help take care of Xiang Hai at night, but Xing Yue stopped him.

"Old director, Aunt Liu, don't worry, I'll watch him."

Xing Yue is willing to stay, of course Lu Songjiang is more at ease.Tell him to call if there is any news from Xiang Hai.

Aunt Liu was even more urging, and said that she would prepare breakfast for them tomorrow.

After seeing off the two elderly people, Xing Yue went back to the ward.

He turned his mobile phone to silent, moved a chair prepared for the escort, gently placed it beside Xiang Hai's bed, and sat on it carefully.

"crunch..."

"Fuck..." Xing Yue cursed in his heart, sat empty, raised his eyes to look at Xiang Hai, found that he didn't respond, and still maintained the previous posture, so he continued to sit down.

Sitting firmly, he began to stare at the dripping medicine in the plastic tube.There is still half of the liquid in the bag, and I don't know how long it will take to drip at this rate.

Xiang Hai's breathing was fairly steady, and the frequency of his chest rising and falling was almost unchanged.Seven drops of the potion complete one breath.

After staring at it for more than ten minutes, he finally looked away. Just as he was about to take out his phone to have a look, Xiang Hai suddenly moved.

Xing Yue was so frightened that he stopped immediately.

Xiang Hai tilted his head from left to right, turned his face to him, frowned, and let out a "hum" as if he was very unhappy, his eyes were still tightly closed.

Xing Yue didn't dare to move, he waited until Xiang Hai's breathing calmed down again, and then carefully left the chair.

"crunch..."

"..."

When he came to the bed, he found beads of sweat oozing from Xiang Hai's forehead, his bangs were plastered on his forehead, his cheeks were flushed abnormally, and the quilt was kicked directly from his chest to his thighs.

It looked extremely uncomfortable.It must be hard...

Xing Yue was very anxious, but he was stuck there not knowing what to do.After thinking for a while, he gently pressed the back of his hand against Xiang Hai's forehead to test the temperature.

It was really hot, no wonder it felt uncomfortable.

Xing Yue became even more anxious. I don't know if this is a drug reaction or a complication?Do you want to call the doctor to see?Should I give him a fan?But when I think of a cold and fever, I seem to cover it with a quilt.

So he gently tugged at the quilt, intending to cover Xiang Hai again.But the quilt was trampled on and did not move.

What's worse, with such a kick, kick, and turning over, the hem of Xiang Hai's loose hospital gown was distorted, exposing the smooth and fair skin on his lower abdomen.

Xing Yue didn't have the nerve to take a closer look, so he planned to use more strength to pull the quilt up from under his feet.

At this time, footsteps suddenly came from the door, and the door opened.

Xing Yue was startled, and hastily withdrew his hand holding the quilt.

It turned out to be a nurse, who walked straight to this side after entering the door.Xing Yue glanced at her badge, she was still a head nurse.

"How is the patient's condition?" Her head nurse asked, looking up at the remaining amount of the medicine, and observing the ticking speed.

Xing Yue stepped aside and didn't say a word.He thought the nurse was a little loud.

The head nurse is in her fifties, unsmiling, and looks very capable.Finding that the patient's family members stood stupidly and did not speak, they turned their heads to look.

So Xing Yue pinched his throat and said almost breathlessly, "It's okay. That's right, he has a fever and it's very hot."

The head nurse frowned, as if looking at a neurotic, "Fever and drowsiness are normal reactions after medication, don't worry too much, they will recover on their own later."

"Also," the head nurse curled her lips, "you don't need to be so careful, the patient is in a deep sleep and can't hear you."

Xing Yue rubbed his hands uncertainly, then tried to clear his throat, and amplified the volume, "Hey, well, when will he wake up?" After speaking, he looked at Xiang Hai again, and he didn't move.

"It's hard to say, wait until the next drip is used up and then observe."

"He's so hot, should he cover it or let it dry?"

The head nurse glanced at him again, her eyes becoming more complicated.Then he looked at Xiang Hai, tidied his clothes neatly, pulled the quilt back to his chest, "Keep warm, don't catch a cold."

Xing Yue nodded seriously, expressing that he had written it down.

"Call me anytime if you have any questions," the head nurse looked at the time, "I will come over before the medicine is finished."

"Please wait a moment!" Seeing that she was about to leave, Xing Yue hurriedly stopped her, "Excuse me, when will the test results come out?"

The head nurse's eyes softened a little, and she sighed indistinctly, then looked at the drowsy Xiang Hai, and went over to tuck him in the quilt again, "You have to ask the doctor about this. But according to past experience, the fastest Until the day after tomorrow."

After speaking, he took out an electronic thermometer from his pocket and handed it over, "You can take his temperature, as long as it doesn't exceed 39 degrees, it's fine."

"Thank you." Xing Yue took it gratefully, "Excuse me, is there anything else that needs attention? When he wakes up later, if he is hungry, what should I feed him? What else should I prepare?"

Seeing the sincerity on his face, the head nurse almost took a small notebook to write it down, and told him patiently, "Go and prepare some water. The patient will be thirsty after waking up, so he needs to drink more water. There is a hot water bottle in the ward." , you can fetch hot water, but there is no cup.”

"You can prepare some nutritious food and choose the taste that the patient usually likes. Affected by the drug, the patient may lose his appetite, but he must eat it."

"In addition, pay attention to the patient's emotions. In the later stage, the patient is likely to be depressed. It is best to have someone around him all the time."

"Okay! Thank you! Thank you very much!" Xing Yue almost rushed over to shake hands with the head nurse.

"It's nothing," the head nurse simply smiled, and added, "By the way, the patient has injuries on his legs, and it may be difficult for him to move around in the first few days. If you don't want to go to the bathroom, you can go to the store downstairs to buy some assistive devices. You don't have to get out of bed."

"......oh oh!"

Xing Yue's brain was running fast: His leg was also injured?How serious is it?Too serious to get out of bed?Then, assistive devices, how to assist?Human assistance, or appliance assistance?To what extent is it assisted?

Seeing that he seemed to have no other problems, the head nurse left.

Xing Yue stood in place, seeing that Xiang Hai would not wake up for a while, and followed him out of the ward.

After wandering outside for about half an hour, I came back with a lot of things.

As he put things on the table, he ticked one by one in his mind: fruit, water, cups, paper towels, wet wipes, toiletries, towels, and a bouquet of flowers.

As for the assistive device, he didn't buy it.He felt that Xiang Hai would definitely not accept assistance.

After packing up his things, Xiang Hai turned over again, hummed twice, and unconsciously tugged at the collar of his clothes.

Xing Yue hurried over and grabbed his wrist, for fear that the needle on the back of his hand would be knocked off.

Xiang Hai's face was redder than before, his head was covered with sweat, his temples were also wet, and his brows were tightly frowned.

Looking at him like this, Xing Yue's nose felt as if it had been punched, it was very sore.He took a sharp breath and held back.

He leveled Xiang Hai's arm again, and straightened out the connected tube.When he was shopping and checking out, the cashier stuffed a product brochure into his pocket, with a few thin pages.He took the booklet and gently fanned Xiang Hai.

It wasn't until Xiang Hai calmed down again that he put down the booklet and took out the thermometer given by the head nurse.

After hesitating for a while, he unbuttoned another button of Xiang Hai's hospital gown, opened the neckline, and carefully raised an arm, letting him clamp the thermometer under his arm, and then tucked in the quilt.

Xiang Hai's body was hot, and the bones in his arms were limp as if they had been burnt.Xing Yue stood by, stroking the back of his hand with his fingertips, waiting for the result of the thermometer.

A temperature far higher than his own body temperature came from his fingertips, Xing Yue lowered his head, looked at the hand that had no strength, picked it up, and put it in his palm.

"When will you wake up?" He spread his five fingers, and Xiang Hai's fingers hung down, intertwined with his, "Hurry up, or you won't know I've taken advantage of you."

Xing Yue gathered his fingers together, held that hand firmly, and directed the heat to his palm.

He didn't let go of Xiang Hai's hand until the thermometer beeped twice, and then gently took out the thermometer.

38.9 ℃

"Fuck." Xing Yue was stumped by the number stuck at the critical value.It's less than 39, but isn't it 39 when rounded up?How can this be done?

It's better to observe it first, and then measure it again later.

It was almost dusk, the light outside the window gradually dimmed, and the temperature and color in the room also faded away, quiet and hazy.

Xing Yue went to the bathroom with the towel he just bought, rubbed it under the faucet for a long time, then soaked it in cold water, and wrung it half dry.When I came back, I folded it a few times and put it on Xianghai's forehead.

There was less liquid in the bag, about a third left.He stared at the dripping potion in a daze.After a while, I turned the towel over.

Later, Xiang Hai didn't turn over again, so he sat back in the creaking chair.

With nothing to do for a while, Xing Yue took out the phone.

A lot of new news accumulated in most of the day, but he didn't want to read any of them, he was not in the mood.

Swiping his finger across the screen, he didn't stop until he reached the profile picture of "Uncle Policeman".

Click on the chat window, the last message in it was a few days ago, he told Xiang Hai to "come on the balcony".

Going forward, I wished him a happy Children's Day, and the emoji he sent after receiving the red envelope.

Xing Yue couldn't help curling the corners of his lips.He felt that Xiang Hai's smile was everywhere.In the memory, on the screen, between the lines, in those messy emoticons, there are all of them.Let him forget even if he wants to.

There are only a few pages in the chat records with Xiang Hai, which condenses the short time since their acquaintance.Flipping forward in this way against the timeline, the two of them changed from acquaintance to unfamiliarity again.

It feels weird, like watching a movie with a known ending from God's perspective.The dialogue inside becomes stilted and tentatively cloaked.Even the most common emoji seems to have other meanings.

Turning to the beginning, he clicked on the big group photo and zoomed in until only he and Xiang Hai were left on the screen.

In the photo, Xiang Hai is smiling happily, his body is squeezed towards him by the students next to him, but he still tries to keep a little distance.

But what is his expression?It's ugly.

He clicked on Xiang Hai's profile picture, and changed the note name of "Uncle Policeman" to "Xiang Hai".After thinking about it, I deleted it and changed it to "Xiaohai".

At this time, he noticed that Xiang Hai's "Moments" had been updated, only to realize that he had never paid attention to his Moments.This is really unscientific.

Xing Yue's own circle of friends is barren because of negligence.The updates that only come once in a few months are mostly perfunctory, like dead trees on the wilderness, lifeless, and kept far away from each other.

But opening Xiang Hai's circle of friends is like walking into a garden, full of vitality.

The background of the cover is a bouquet of sunflowers, with water droplets hanging from the petals, shining brightly in the sunlight.

Xing Yue felt that this flower looked familiar, as if it was the bouquet he gave him.It's just that the background is no longer the dining table, but the green trees outside the balcony, and the mottled light and shadow between the leaves.

Xing Yue was a little happy.

The most recent update was just today, in the early hours of the morning. It was a forwarded link with a string of text "No. 212: Do you really know how to call the police?"

what does this mean?Xing Yue entered curiously, and the screen jumped to another APP interface.

This is a column in a radio app, and the anchor is called "Uncle Police".There are 212 programs in the column, and the latest one is called "Can you really call the police?"

Xing Yue was surprised, quickly turned down the volume of the phone, and clicked in.

The pop-up window rejected his click.

"...do you need to log in first?"

So he quickly registered an account.What is the user name?Let's call it... red scarf.

After clicking on the program, he put his phone to his ear and listened, Xiang Hai's familiar voice came out.

It really is him!Xing Yue was both surprised and delighted.

Xiang Hai used his nice voice to talk about how to call the police correctly when you are in danger, how to quickly and accurately describe your situation on the phone, what to do if you don’t have the conditions to call the police temporarily, and what to do when the police rush to the police. How to protect yourself before coming...

The program is about 10 minutes.Xing Yue hurriedly backed out after listening for 5 minutes.Like, bookmark, rate, reward, send praise......

No wonder Xiang Hai was so handy when he gave a lecture at the university last time, it turned out to be rich experience.

Tsk tsk, this man is really a treasure.How many skills does he have?

Returning to Moments, Xing Yue continued to scroll down.

The next update was a photo, last night.

The photo shows a fast white motorcycle with its front wheel off the ground.The rider crouched low on the car body, his face blocked by the front of the car.

Although the silhouettes of the people in the car were blurred by the speed, Xing Yue recognized them at a glance.That is himself.

In an instant, his whole heart seemed to be lifted up, overwhelming ecstasy, followed by inexplicable nervousness.

It's the ecstasy of being liked by someone you like, and the ensuing tension of being liked by such a perfect person.

Heartbroken, he looked at "himself" for a long time, and finally he shamelessly saved the beautiful photo in his mobile phone.

The photo is shrunk to its original size.Only then did Xing Yue notice that there were two words on it.

"Fly!"

Fly, fly... He stared at those two words for a long time, until the phone locked itself.

Yes, it's time to fly, what's the point of always standing still?It's not his character.

Where are you going?To the light of course.

Xing Yue raised his head and looked at Xiang Hai who was still sleeping.

It was completely dark outside the window, the lights in the ward were not turned on, and everything in the room also melted into the night.

But a treasure is a treasure, with its own light.The darker the place, the brighter it is.

Then fly!Follow that light!

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