They Regretted it After Their Hearts Turned to Ashes

Two hours later, some people's body temperature was still not normal because of this sentence.

The head nurse came to check the patient's postoperative condition. All the data were very good, except that the thermometer still couldn't come down: "Is there a slight low-grade fever?"

Ming Chi Hot blinked his eyes, and quietly stuffed the head nurse with sugar.

The head nurse is well-informed, glanced at the family members guarding the door of the ward, and immediately understood: "Is someone you like?"

Ming Chi's body temperature jumped up a notch.

The head nurse accepted the candy with a smile, and took out the toffee to exchange with him: "Keep it secret."

The head nurse was quite proficient in dealing with this situation, and fanned Mingchi with a book to cool him down, and led him to chat about his illness and recovery for a while.The body temperature was measured again and finally reached the standard: "There is no problem at all."

There is a saying that the door of the operating room has heard more prayers than the church-in fact, not only prayers, but also honesty and confession.

Many times, it is difficult for people to be completely sharp and clear.Suddenly pushed to this point by fate, caught off guard at the juncture of life and death, many thoughts will change, and many things that cannot be said for various reasons will be said.

No matter what time it is, no matter how long you have worked here, seeing this situation again, you will still feel gratified and happy from the bottom of your heart.

"When the drainage tube is pulled out tomorrow, I may have a headache and dizziness." The head nurse told him, "Tell me if you feel any discomfort. The more detailed you tell, the faster you will get better."

Ming Chi wrote it all down attentively, and thanked the head nurse earnestly.

The head nurse was serious: "The faster you get better, the sooner you can go home with the person you like."

As expected, Ming Chi's body temperature failed for another second. This time, even the head nurse couldn't help laughing, and patted him lightly through the quilt: "Do you like it so much?"

Today, the operations on patients on this floor went smoothly, and the follow-up procedures are quite easy.The brightly lit ward is at the end of the corridor. It is the last patient to be nursed and checked, and there will be no more important work after that.

While packing the cart, the head nurse casually chatted with him: "Where did you meet?"

Ming Chi hadn't thought about this question yet, and slowly blinked his eyes: "I don't know."

The head nurse was a little surprised: "How long have you known each other?"

Ming Chi admits in a low voice: "I don't know."

The head nurse was stunned for a moment, then suddenly came to her senses and stopped what she said in time.

The location of the intracranial lesion is different, and the postoperative may indeed affect the memory, but the reaction and performance of the patient in this bed are so normal that the head nurse did not notice any abnormality in him at all.

Dean Xun didn't give special instructions, he just didn't prepare special care, and wanted the patients to adapt on their own.But it's such a pity that such a well-behaved young man has a good relationship with outsiders.

The head nurse patted herself: "Which pot is not open, which pot should be lifted."

"It doesn't matter." Ming Chi was very calm, bent his knees, and rested his arms on his chin, "I'm thinking about this too."

The head nurse tried to ask, "What's the matter?"

"I don't remember where we met, how long we've known each other, and nothing." Ming Chi looked serious, "Is this kind of emotion produced by my current brain, or was it told by my previous brain to write it down. "

The head nurse is afraid of this.

This ward has also witnessed too many other situations.

There are too many damaged memories, no matter how familiar people are, they may be forgotten, their temperaments change, and their mentality is very different. In the end, only strangeness and regret remain.

No one can be blamed for this situation, no matter how many regrets there are, it can only be said that fate tricks people.

The head nurse squeezed his sweat and asked him quietly: "Have you figured out the answer?"

Ming Chi instantly lost his seriousness and composure.

The hot young man raised his hand and fanned himself quickly, pointing to the snitch thermometer who was clearly a traitor.

The head nurse was stunned for a few seconds, and couldn't straighten up laughing.

……

After the physical examination was over, Ming Chi waved goodbye to the head nurse, and was reminded by the other party that he must come back to announce the good news when he was able to walk again, adding another promise.

Be sure to bring back Mr. who is hot at the thought of it.

When the time comes, if I get hot even thinking about it, I have to bring a big box of candy to the nurse's station.

Of course Ming Chi was willing to bring candy to the nurse's station, but he didn't know what the relationship between these two things was, so he took the opportunity to quietly ask Uncle Lu: "Have you lost some common sense and haven't remembered it yet?"

In front of his husband, Ming Lu whispered to the young master by the hospital bed, and after listening to his detailed description, he smiled no less than the head nurse: "Don't worry."

"It's common sense that will probably be learned a long time later, so there's no rush now."

Director Ming taught him in a low voice: "We will also know many other things together, such as the style of cakes, the choice of locations, different cultural traditions, knowledge of music and clothing..."

When Ming Lu said this, remembering that he was allergic to egg whites, he added a special sentence: "Make cakes without eggs."

A box of candy can lead to so many doors, Ming Chi is more and more surprised when he hears it, and his eyes widen in shock.

Minglu knew that these things were too far away and uncertain.He just thinks of the Mr. and Mrs. of the previous generation a lot these days, so he can't help but say more, but he also smiles and stops.

Seeing Ming Weiting coming with a food box, Ming Lu stood up and moved away from the seat beside the bed.

It is inevitable that sick meals should be light, but Ming Lu still went to ask Xun Zhen, figured out postoperative taboos and suitable supplementary nutrition, and asked the kitchen to find a way to make it as appetizing as possible.

The effect looks obviously good.I had fasted for eight hours before the surgery, and I was only drinking nutrient solution after the operation. Just smelling the fragrance, my eyes lit up quickly.

Ming Weiting helped him set up the small table, and seeing his bright eyes, he also showed a smile: "Eat with your right hand?"

Ming Chi has been quietly exercising his right hand all morning, so of course he wanted to try it, so he took the spoon over.

Ming Weiting sat on the edge of the bed, held his hand, and helped him hold the spoon bit by bit.

The rehabilitation that has not been slack these days has shown results immediately after the operation.

This hand is no longer troubled by numbness and weakness, and it will not shake even when holding something hard.As long as you continue to practice in the future, it is almost predictable that you will be able to fully restore your original strength and dexterity in a short time.

In order to keep his left hand from being helpless, he simply handed his left hand directly to Mr. Shadow, and asked Mr. Shadow to hold it firmly.

Mr. Shadow sat on the right side of the bed, put his arm behind him, held his left hand, and they were closer than ever.

Ming Chi knew his own situation.

He rarely gets too close to people, not because he is afraid that others will hurt him, but because he is worried that he will accidentally hurt others-he still remembers the source of this problem.

If you go to recall specifically, you can also recall some of the original situation.It's just that I was too young at that time and too long had passed, so it became less clear.

Besides, he didn't intend to think about it deliberately, and the past didn't seem to be a matter for him to be thoroughly clarified.

He just suddenly remembered the conversation with the head nurse from here.Ming Chi slowly put the spoonful of porridge into his mouth, tasted and chewed carefully, and only after swallowing did he say: "Mr. Shadow."

The arm wrapped around him moved slightly.He turned his head and saw Ming Weiting opened his eyes immediately.

Ming Chi temporarily put down what he was going to say, looked at him seriously for a while, changed another unused spoon, scooped up a shrimp dumpling and handed it over: "It's time to go to rest."

"No rush." ​​Ming Weiting said, "I wanted to sleep just now."

Ming Weiting lowered his eyes, looked at the shrimp dumplings that were delivered to him steadily, seemed to remember something, smiled and thanked warmly: "I lay down for a while, but I couldn't fall asleep."

Ming Weiting took the spoon over, ate the shrimp dumpling, poked a piece of coconut milk cake with his chopsticks, and handed it to Ming Chi's right hand.

Before Ming Chi could ask "Why", Ming Weiting sighed himself first, and put his eyebrows together: "Some people."

Ming Chi noticed that he was imitating his own habits, and his ears were a little hot again: "...some people?"

"I heard that I could be taken home, and I was so happy that I couldn't sleep." Ming Weiting admitted, "I got up and read the recipes for an hour, and I learned how to make bread."

Ming Chi opened his eyes wide in surprise, saw Uncle Lu smiling and nodding, and wanted to turn his head to look at Mr. Shadow again, but was pressed lightly on the back of his neck with a hand: "Concentrate on eating."

Ming Chi's shoulders and neck had been supporting his head upright for a long time, and he was covered and rubbed twice by warm and powerful palms. His body was ahead of his consciousness, and he was so comfortable that he couldn't help but sighed softly.

That hand was about to be raised, but when he sensed his reaction, he fell back and continued to massage the sore place slowly with the strength just now.

Ming Chi gripped his chopsticks and concentrated on eating the piece of coconut milk cake that was poked on it: "Mr. Shadow."

Ming Weiting helped him press his shoulders and neck for a while, took the hot sticker that Uncle Lu had brought, tore off the adhesive with one hand and pasted it for him: "What's wrong?"

"I'm thinking." Ming Chi thought for a while, "When we first met, you worked very hard."

The body's knee-jerk reactions are difficult to control.Even when my aunt teased him, she picked him up and rubbed him vigorously as soon as she saw him, and it took him a whole week to get used to it.

……

Ming Chi didn't answer the head nurse's question directly, but the answer was actually very clear.

All impressions of the other party had indeed faded from his mind.But apart from his brain, every part of his body seems to remember clearly.

His eyes didn't want to move away when he saw Mr. Shadow, and his body didn't resist Mr. Shadow's contact at all, so he ran to hold Mr. Shadow's hand by himself.

He just couldn't help thinking for a while, how did these habits come about, and the thermometer dared to say that he had a low fever.

"It's not hard." Ming Weiting asked, "Why do you think so?"

Ming Chi was a little worried: "Mr. Shadow, did I hurt you?"

He accidentally hurt his aunt.At that time, he was only ten years old, and he had just been brought home by his aunt, and he felt that the sky was falling, and he almost took up the little burden and went away from then on.

Ming Weiting shook his head, remembered that he was sitting behind him, and said, "Never."

Ming Chi immediately breathed a sigh of relief: "It seems that I have grown up."

Ming Weiting leaned on the bed and looked at him, remembering the heated debates about Huo Miao's age these days, a smile appeared in his eyes: "Growing up in such a hurry?"

"It's very urgent." Ming Chi said, "I want to grow into a very cool, very powerful adult."

Ming Weiting wanted to say that he was already very cool and powerful, but felt that this would still set limits for him.

There is no doubt that Mingchi will be cooler and more powerful in the future than it is now-this thing will definitely happen, so this ideal should always be cherished and preserved.

Ming Weiting still held his left hand, and moved his body slightly so that he could look at Ming Chi from the side.

Ming Chi scooped up the porridge and drank it by himself, with his right hand slow and steady, with a particularly serious look on his face.

At this time, those eyes showed the kind of concentration that seemed to never get discouraged and tired no matter how many times they failed and how many times they tried again.

The weather in the afternoon was also very good, the sun came in from the window, and shone on the person beside Ming Wei Ting... The sun might be the same color as the wheat.

Ming Chi sat next to him, drooping his eyelashes and concentrating on practicing his right hand.The tips of those eyelashes seemed to be coaxed into gold by the warm sunshine, and the forehead and eyebrows, which had been pale these days, also showed a little healthy warmth because they don't have to be troubled by pain now.

Ming Weiting didn't like sunny days yesterday.

He was sitting at the door of the operating room, the glare of the sun made his vision only white.

He didn't have any feeling about the weather at first, and the rain and sunshine were just natural phenomena.Because of the person in front of him, he began to like rainy days. For the first time, he found sunny days annoying.

It was the first time Ming Weiting had this experience.He was only a few years old when his mother died, and his father died in a shipwreck. The bad news came back before the ship, leaving him no chance to react, let alone wait.

While waiting, he gradually began to understand one thing.

He wanted the people in the operating room alive, as Flames, as Mingchi, or whatever.If you want to be a captain, you can be a captain. If you want to travel ashore for more than ten years, you can travel for more than ten years. He is not used to it and cannot sleep well on the shore, but he can go ashore, and he can go ashore seven days a week.

He wants this person alive, wants this person to be happy, wants this person to smile when they open their eyes.

If the price of getting this result is that he will be completely forgotten, then he will be completely forgotten.If the price is that you must not see Ming Chi, and cannot stimulate the emotions and brains of the other party, then it will not be seen.All plans can be modified and adjusted, and he can always watch from the boat.

…Fortunately, these most drastic assumptions did not turn out to be reality.

That fire was cooler and more powerful than he thought, and any wish could come true.

Ming Weiting fell in love with sunny days today, and he also fell in love with shrimp dumplings today.I don't know if shrimp dumplings are more difficult to make than bread. If it is similar, he may have to spend more time in Wanghai Villa.

……

But before he started thinking about these things, he still had something to tell the other party.

Ming Weiting withdrew his mind.

Affected by the disease, Ming Chi's appetite is actually very small. Although his eyes shine every time he eats, there is not much he can eat.

This time, he felt comfortable physically and mentally, with a big appetite. He only drank half a bowl of porridge, ate a whole piece of coconut milk cake and a shrimp dumpling, and couldn't eat any more. He sighed at the remaining delicacies.

Ming Lu smiled and reassured him that it was okay, and when he recovered, he would have his husband treat the guests to a big meal, tidy up the food box, and put down the small table.

Ming Chi took some water and rinsed his mouth carefully. When he raised his head, he found that Mr. Shadow was still looking at him: "Mr. Shadow?"

"Huo Miao." Ming Weiting said, "There is something I haven't fully explained to you."

He sat down: "Before the operation, I asked you to sleep with me at night, and I told you that it was because I wanted to take care of you conveniently."

Ming Chi blinked, first his ears were reddened by the words "sleep together at night", and then he calmed down immediately: "It makes sense."

He is already so inconvenient now, it must be even more inconvenient before the operation.Uncle Lu also said that he always suffers from headaches, and he really can't live without people around him.

Probably because he was sure that he was starting to get better, his mentality also changed, and his thoughts of worrying about causing trouble were much less-the head nurse said that he would be able to start walking slowly in two days, and he would be discharged from the hospital in ten days. Just go home and recuperate.

There are rules to follow for everything, and with accurate time as the scale, everything becomes an extremely clear expectation.

"Another... three days, at most five days." Ming Chi pondered for a while, and gave himself a little grace, "At most five days, I can take care of myself."

Ming Weiting shook his head: "Five days is not enough."

"It's because I'm not enough." Without waiting for Ming Chi to ask, he admitted frankly, "I can't sleep well on the shore."

Ming Chi's expression immediately turned serious, and he looked at him seriously.

"What's going on?" Ming Chi held his hand, "Let's find a solution together."

Ming Lu stood beside him, laughed when he heard the words, and took over the conversation to help explain: "There is no good way. If you stay on the boat for a long time, you will feel dizzy on the land."

Ming Chi was a little surprised: "Will the land get dizzy too?"

"It's the same reason. The balance system will adapt to the environment you are in more often, and you will not get used to it if you change the environment." Ming Lu tapped his ear, "Mr. doesn't like this feeling, so he doesn't get off the ship often."

Ming Lu was brought on board the ship when he was a teenager, and he often got off the ship to do errands, so he didn't feel anything special.At most, the voyage is too long, and the few hours when disembarking will feel a little dizzy.

But Ming Weiting has been on the boat since he was born, and has adapted to the balance system on the boat since he can remember, so he has always disliked getting off the boat and going ashore.Later, he became a gentleman of the generation of the Ming family, so he would occasionally go to the shore to talk about business and do some errands.

Find some people.

"I thought about it later, why did I suddenly mention this to you that day. It wasn't just because of taking care of you"

Ming Weiting said: "I feel used to being on the boat because that environment is more stable for me and makes me feel more at ease."

"Then let's go to the boat to recover." Ming Chi made up his mind at the moment, he wasn't sure if he would be more likely to fall while recovering on the boat, he took the computer and wanted to check it out, but Ming Weiting lightly held him down arm.

"It's better to be on land—Huo Miao, I'm not talking about this to you."

Ming Weiting looked at him: "I told you this, just to tell you from my perspective how cool and powerful you are."

Ming Chi was slightly startled, and looked at him with wide eyes.

"That night, your condition was not good, and I was actually very disturbed. I had some nightmares." Ming Weiting said, "I woke up from the dream and found that you were calling me."

...that feeling is actually hard to describe.

There was a heavy rainstorm that night, with lightning and thunder, and he probably thought about it day and night and dreamed about it. He had been reading information about the possible risks and complications of brain surgery in those days, so his dreams were not very good.

Then he was awakened by a slight touch, and he reflexively wanted to ask the other person if he was uncomfortable, but those eyes just slightly opened wide and looked at him, and then quietly bent after a while.

"It's very uncomfortable, Mr. Shadow." He heard someone beside him whisper, "It hurts, it's uncomfortable, I can't breathe...I'll tell you the truth."

"I'm telling you the truth." Those eyes told him with extra seriousness, "so wait, when I tell you that I'm comfortable, don't worry about me."

This should not be a reassuring conversation at all, and in fact the situation in the second half of the night was indeed not smooth-but it was not until the next day that he really realized what these words meant.

He stood in the room, looking at the person who closed his eyes comfortably and took a deep breath comfortably on the recliner on the balcony, and suddenly realized that he really didn't worry anymore.

"I just want to tell you." Ming Weiting said, "I suddenly discovered that day that you have this ability."

For him, the environment on board will be more stable and more reassuring.

He came out of the room, walked to the terrace, learned to relax and sit on the edge of the recliner, and turned his head to look at the bright smile in the eyes.

Ming Weiting looked into his eyes: "I found a boat on the shore."