mask personality

The moment the lights in the emergency room went out, Wen Dong suddenly stood up from his seat.

His physical and mental state were really weak, such a sudden movement immediately made his eyes black and his calf weak, and he was about to fall down. Fortunately, Tang Chu reacted quickly, and took a big step to reach out to support him.

"Mr. Xiaowen, are you okay?" Tang Chu asked with concern.

Using some strength to stand up straight, Wen Dong slightly nodded, retracted his hand and thanked him.

Tang Chu wanted to say something, but before he could make a sound with his lips moving slightly, the door of the emergency room slowly opened to both sides.

The moment he looked up, Wen Dong clearly felt that his heart seemed to be tightly grasped by someone, so tight that he didn't even dare to breathe.

The hospital bed was slowly pushed out, Ji Lin's eyes were still closed on the bed, and an oxygen mask was buckled on his tall nose.

"The operation was successful! The life is out of danger!" The doctor who came out said loosely, "The intracranial hematoma has been drained, and there is a possibility of waking up within 24 hours. The family members should pay close attention to it and ring the call bell immediately. The wounds are all traumatic, but most of the wounds are relatively deep and the recovery is slow, and a doctor will check them after the person wakes up."

This result can really be regarded as a blessing in misfortune. Tang Chu let out a sigh of relief, thinking of something, he hurriedly asked: "Then what kind of intracranial hematoma... Will there be sequelae...?"

"Normally not," the doctor said strictly. "Fortunately, this patient's hematoma is in a non-important functional area, and he is still very young. Generally speaking, he will definitely be able to recover to the level before the injury."

Wen Dong's mind has been tense since the car accident until now, almost to the limit. Now after listening to the doctor's words, his mind, which was almost broken, suddenly relaxes, and his whole body collapses uncontrollably.

"Mr. Xiaowen!" Tang Chu exclaimed, and quickly supported him again with sharp eyesight and hands.

"Is this gentleman alright?" the doctor asked anxiously, "Sit down and let me take a look!"

But Wen Dong didn't listen to the doctor. He borrowed Tang Chu's strength to stand up straight again, waved his hand lightly, and pointed to Ji Lin who was still in a coma on the hospital bed, his voice was so soft that he needed to distinguish carefully: "I It's okay, I'll go to the ward with him to rest."

Seeing that he insisted, the doctor didn't say any more, but turned his head and explained a few words to the little nurse beside him.

Wen Dong turned around and followed the little nurse who was pushing the bed to the ward. Tang Chu was half a step behind and followed Wen Dong to prevent him from losing his footing.

"Mr. Xiaowen," Tang Chu couldn't help but said while walking, "Do you want to have a full-body examination as well? That way I can rest assured."

But Wen Dong shook his head without hesitation, and said indifferently, "We'll talk about it when Ji Lin wakes up."

Tang Chu paused for a moment.

In an extremely short moment, the upright Tang Chu also noticed two points of unusualness from Wen Dong's attitude——

After all, there are very few feelings in the world, and it is almost possible to treat the other party as if they are more important than themselves.

Zhiqu didn't ask any more questions, Tang Chu remained silent until he entered the ward.

The ward is a single room, the environment is very good, and the cribs for the escorts look very comfortable.

The little nurse put Ji Lin in place, turned around and looked at Wen Dong who had been standing aside with her thin lips pursed, and motioned him to lie on the small bed, "Sir, lie down and I'll treat your wound. Haven't you been here for a long time today?" Have you eaten? Let me hang a bottle of glucose for you first."

Wen Dong sat down on the small bed according to his words, but he didn't lie down, he just half leaned against the head of the bed, and said softly: "It's good to hang a bottle of glucose first, the wound... just leave it at that, it's troublesome."

The little nurse didn't know why the patient was so uncooperative, she frowned and wanted to reprimand, but she subconsciously slowed down her tone when she saw Shang Wendong's too good-looking face: "Handsome guy... your wound is not shallow, it took a long time If you don’t deal with it, it may leave scars, even though it’s not on your face, it’s not good-looking, don’t you think?”

But Wen Dong was not moved at all, he insisted: "It's good to hang the glucose first, it's troublesome."

The little nurse was completely speechless, so she had to put him on glucose as Wen Dong asked, and then left the ward, but she still did not forget to tell him: "Take care of it as soon as possible!"

After Wen Dong said "thank you", his eyes involuntarily returned to Ji Lin who was beside him.

Tang Chu looked at the bandage on Wen Dong's forearm, and couldn't help but ask, "Mr. Xiao Wen, your wound...why didn't you treat it?"

Tang Chu could already understand Wen Dong's reluctance to leave Ji Lin's side, but Tang Chu really couldn't figure out how to deal with the wound in the ward.

"I don't want to sew stitches for the time being." Wen Dong didn't look at Tang Chu, his eyes were still fixed on Ji Lin's face, and he answered casually, "There are cats who like it."

Tang Chu: "..."

Tang Chu: "??"

He vaguely felt that these inexplicable words were too familiar, where did he hear them?

"Officer Tang," Wen Dong called out suddenly, recalling Tang Chu's thoughts, "Ji Lin's situation...do I need to notify his parents?"

Wen Dong's own family was in a special situation. If something happened to him, he would definitely hide it from the old lady of the Wen family and Sheng Xia. After all, an old man and an old man were in poor health. Dong thought, for ordinary families, it should still be necessary to inform their parents when encountering Ji Lin's current situation?

"Uh..." However, Tang Chu's face froze for a moment, and then his voice sank two points, "Actually, Mr. Ji...has no living relatives."

Wen Dong was taken aback for a moment, then suddenly raised his eyes to look at Tang Chu.

"It's too specific, but I don't know much about it..." Tang Chu rubbed the back of his head, and said concisely, "Teacher Ji rarely... It should be said that he never mentioned family topics. If Mr. Xiaowen wants to know, it is best to When he wakes up, ask him personally."

Wen Dong lowered his brows and gave a low "hmm".

He couldn't help turning his head to look at Ji Lin again——

This person is obviously wearing an oxygen mask now, and his pale skin is covered with dried blood, which should be very fragile, but the outline of his jaw still looks sharp as usual.

Ji Lin didn't even have parents anymore, but Wen Dong was only surprised for a short moment, and then his heart rose for a moment.

Psychology always talks about the influence of the family of origin on a person's personality. Although Wen Dong did not study psychology, he himself has clearly verified this point.

If it is a happy family, it is probably really difficult to raise a lunatic like Ji Lin?

"Mr. Xiaowen," Tang Chu changed the topic and asked, "What do you want to eat? I'll go buy something for you."

"Thank you, but there's no need," Wen Dong shook his head and refused, "I don't have any appetite for the time being, I can't eat."

Tang Chu sighed, he could see that, if Ji Lin didn't wake up, Wen Dong was really able to endure without eating or resting.

Just as he was about to persuade him again, the phone in Tang Chu's pocket suddenly vibrated.

After finding out and connecting, I don't know what the other person said. Two seconds later, Tang Chu suddenly stood up and said in a deep voice, "I'm going over now."

Seeing Tang Chu put down his phone, Wen Dong looked up, and before Tang Chu could speak, he immediately asked, "Did you find anything?"

"One good news and one bad news," Tang Chu said, "Which one should I hear first?"

Wen Dong pulled his lips, as if he guessed the result instantly: "The driver who caused the accident was found, but he is already dead, isn't he?"

Tang Chu said "Fuck me", and Zhao Wendong gave a thumbs up, "Mr. Xiaowen, you are really amazing."

After a pause, Tang Chu sighed, and said solemnly: "It seems that I guessed wrong before. I thought I was here to respond, but I didn't expect it to be silenced."

It was thought that the perpetrator had a response, so he was able to escape in a short time, but he did not expect that it was not the response.

But...why silence?

Did he know that the police had been alarmed, and he was afraid of revealing the conspiracy behind it, or was there another reason that was even more unbelievable?

Wen Dong didn't show any surprise, he just closed his eyes slightly, and asked softly, "How did you die?"

Tang Chu snorted, and said in a strange tone, "Car accident."

The person who wanted to hit someone with his car turned his head and was silenced by others, and he was killed by the car.

Is it really just a coincidence of the so-called "tit for tat"?

No more words, Tang Chu walked out and said: "I have to rush to the scene now, and I will ask you, Teacher Ji. He must contact me as soon as he wakes up."

Wen Dong nodded in response, hesitating for a moment, but he still said: "If necessary, Officer Tang can send me the photos of the scene. Although I am not as professional as Ji Lin, I may be able to offer some humble opinions."

"No problem," Tang Chu nodded immediately, and said briskly, "When you arrive, take a picture and send it to Mr. Xiaowen. Your opinion is not called humble opinion, but high opinion."

After saying that, Tang Chu waved at Wen Dong, opened the door and walked out.

After closing the door, Tang Chu inadvertently took a look in through the transparent glass, and happened to see Wen Dong turning his head and removing the bandage on his forearm.

In the blink of an eye, Tang Chu remembered Wen Dong's inexplicable words before, where did he hear them——

Ji Lin's forearm was also injured before, and it was obviously stitched but it broke again. At that time, he asked Ji Lin, how did Ji Lin answer?

Ji Lin said: "There is a cat who seems to like the smell of my blood, so I broke it to tease him."

Recalling Wen Dong's earlier sentence "I don't want to sew stitches for the time being, cats like it", Tang Chu shook his head and strode away.

These two are really a perfect match.

In the ward, Wen Dong completely removed the bandage on his forearm, revealing the wound that had been simply sterilized but had not yet scabbed.

As the little nurse said, his wound was indeed not shallow, and it would be difficult to heal without stitches, and he would bleed again when he moved a little.

Wen Dong lowered his eyes and stared at the wound for two seconds, then suddenly raised his hand and pulled out the needle on the back of the other hand.

Glucose has only lost one-third, and Wen Dong's movements can be called rough, and he doesn't care about the blood that suddenly rolls out from the back of his hand.

He changed his posture closer to Ji Lin, lowered his eyes, and focused on Ji Lin's face.

Ji Yan was also plugged with various instruments and catheters that Wen Dong didn't know much about, and the dynamic electrocardiogram beside the bed went smoothly and peacefully, as if the fear and panic at the moment of the car crash were far away.

Wen Dong, however, could still clearly remember every detail of the moment of the accident, and even more so remembered that the aura of grass and trees on Ji Lin's body remained unchanged until the second before he passed out, which formed an extreme contrast with the extremely thrilling situation at that time.

"madman."

After staring at it for an unknown amount of time, Wen Dong opened and closed his thin lips slightly, and murmured something softly, but it was almost only a breathy sound.

After the words fell, he suddenly struggled to shake his injured arm.

Following his movements, the wound that had stopped bleeding immediately began to bleed again.

Wen Dong's eyes didn't move, and the slender index finger of the other hand lightly dipped a smear of blood, then slowly brought the finger to Ji Lin's lips, and the fingertips covered it.

Apply gently.

It wasn't until the pale and thin lips were evenly coated with bright red blood that Wen Dong finally stopped, but he didn't rush to withdraw his hand. His fingertips still rubbed back and forth on Ji Lin's lips, even pressing gently.

Unlike what Wen Dong imagined, Ji Lin's lips looked thin, but they were extremely soft to the touch.

It is easy to attract people to linger, or even sink.

Wen Dongwu tasted it by himself for a long time before his fingertips were finally willing to part with the softness of those two petals.

But just before he raised his hand and fully retracted it, his wrist was caught off guard by Ji Lin!

The man didn't open his eyes, his voice was hoarse and he hadn't spoken for a long time, and he asked in a low voice, "What are you doing?"

The author says:

Dongdong: Got caught, shit!