wife addiction

In the past month, Zong Xian helped me contact a little-known small hospital. It is said that although the hospital is small, there is a doctor in charge, and this doctor is very good at difficult and miscellaneous diseases.

However, unexpectedly, when we met the legendary old doctor, Zong Xian discovered that he turned out to be his tutor in college.

The old doctor was also very surprised when he saw Zong Xian. After exchanging a few words, we realized that the old doctor was supposed to retire, but was later poached by his grandson to his own hospital. The hospital has just been established and is not well-known , but recently because of good management, the popularity has been rising steadily.

The old doctor was a vigorous and decisive person. After a brief recap, he began to inquire about my condition. Zong Xian hurriedly showed him the previous inspection report, and then stood quietly waiting for him to express his opinion.

The old doctor took the reports and looked at them one by one. The more he read, the more solemn his face became. At the end, he raised his eyes from his reading glasses and looked at me: "You are sick..."

"Teacher." Zong Xian was probably afraid that he would say something offensive, so he quickly stopped him and motioned to speak outside, but the old doctor waved his hand.

"Zong Xian, you have regressed."

"Teacher, how do you say this?" Zong Xian asked fearfully.

The old doctor stroked his white beard and said with emotion: "You were the only one who answered correctly the exam questions given by the old man at your graduation ceremony. It's only been a few years, have you forgotten?"

Zong Xian looked at the old doctor suspiciously, and suddenly thumped the palm of his hand, showing an expression of sudden realization: "Teacher, is that what you are talking about?"

The old doctor nodded in relief, then shook his head helplessly: "You haven't noticed such obvious symptoms, Zong Xian, shouldn't it be time for you to reflect on yourself?"

"However, Xiaoying's brain was injured, so it's not the same as that situation?" Zong Xian hesitated.

The old doctor pointed to a brain CT picture and said to Zong Xian: "From this picture, the injured part you mentioned has completely healed. Although this child's physical fitness is poor, the self-repair function of the brain is not good enough." Perfect, I guess, this child should have experienced symptoms of insufficient blood supply in the mother's womb. In order to maintain his own development, most of the blood is supplied to the brain. But it is not comparable to ordinary people. It is said that talents come out of adversity, isn't it?"

"Yes, what the teacher taught is that Zong Xian will go back and face the wall and think about his mistakes." Zong Xian solemnly bowed to the old doctor as if enlightened.

The old doctor nodded, smiled and waved: "Go."

Zong Xian bid farewell to the old doctor, didn't stop any longer, and happily took me home.

I was confused by the conversation between Zong Xian and the old doctor, and only listened to him tell me the answer when I got home.

Zong Xian's answer surprised me because he said that I had the same disease as Xiao Qian.

"Impossible?" I immediately retorted, "Didn't Xiao Qian have congenital heart disease?"

Zong Xian turned on the air conditioner, mixed a glass of ice water and brought it to me. I drank a couple of sips with the straw in my mouth, feeling a bit cold, and signaled him that I don't need it.

Zong Xian took two sips from my cup before replying, "He actually doesn't have a heart attack."

"Ah?" I suddenly remembered what my brother said. He seemed to have said that Xiao Qian was not sick at all, so I asked, "Then why did he show symptoms of heart disease instead of heart disease?"

Zong Xian finished drinking the ice water, moved a chair and sat next to me, took my hand and gave me a massage, and replied: "Have you ever heard a saying that disease is born from the heart?"

I thought about it for a while, and only remembered a saying called "Shame arises from the heart", but I had never heard of "disease arises from the heart", so I replied, "No."

Zong Xian patiently explained to me: "Ordinary people's illnesses are generally real diseases, which are all kinds of abnormal reactions of the body's intrusion and injury from the outside world, and there is a type of people who get sick because of suspicion, fear, sadness, and despair. These negative emotions. They are in good health, but subjectively think that they have some kind of disease. If things go on like this, no matter how healthy their bodies are, they will show corresponding symptoms, and some may even turn into real diseases. , This is called illness arising from the heart.”

Zong Xian's explanation is similar to what my brother said that day. I thought my brother said it casually and didn't take Xiao Qian's ridicule too seriously. Brother was serious when he said this.

So, I can't stand up, is it also because I think I can't stand up?

Zong Xian nodded: "Don't you think so?"

I was silent.

I have always thought so, especially when I just woke up, I felt that I might become a vegetable all my life.

So, it is my own psychological effect that caused the situation today?

If I think I can stand up, can I really stand up?

I felt my hands and feet, and while thinking that I was not sick, I tried to stand up, but in the end I couldn't do what I wanted.

However, even if Zong Xian said that my illness was just a psychological effect, I still couldn't believe that I could really stand up.

Seeing that I was depressed, Zong Xian rubbed my hair and said comfortingly: "Don't worry, it will be a matter of time before you can stand up. In these days when you can't stand up, let me take care of you, okay? "

I want to say yes, of course, but Zong Xian still has his own career, so he can't revolve around me like this for the rest of his life. I have to find a way to stand up.

Don't ask how much you can help him, at least don't drag him down like this now.

Zong Xian began to pay more attention to my mobility training. He not only gave me massages on weekdays, but also gradually increased the training of stretching my hands and feet. Every day, he and Yun'er held my shoulders and asked me to stand in the yard, "Go One go".

It is said to be "walking", but it is actually more like dragging, just like the ancient courtiers who offended the emperor and were taken away from the court, their feet were always dragging on the ground.

Zong Xian doesn't care about these details, but enjoys this daily activity. He thinks it can cultivate my confidence, but this time it hurts Yun'er. The heavy man walked so many times in the yard, especially in the hot summer.

I often see her sweating profusely from exhaustion, but I never hear her complaints. She even smiles and praises me while wiping the sweat, saying that my walking posture has improved again.

I know she is just comforting me, the most fundamental thing is that she, like Zong Xian, hopes that I can regain my confidence and stand up.

After a month of this, I was still "walking" by them, still dragging my feet. In fact, I hadn't made any progress. I couldn't move my whole body except my mouth.

I feel very guilty, Zong Xian and Yun'er have done so much for me, but I don't even have the courage to believe in myself, I am so cowardly!

I began to become restless, so Zongxian had to interrupt his walking training and try to divert my attention.

I know that he wants me to stand up in a different way, but I feel very sorry for him. A month of fruitless training made me lose confidence even more. I began to wonder if it was Zong Xian and his teacher. My judgment was wrong, why can't I stand up even though I have no problem?

Zong Xian seemed to see through my mind. In order to prevent me from falling into that hopeless pessimism, he began to read me some gardening books and tell me some gardening knowledge. It was at this time that I met him. A friend of mine, Robert Finn.

Robert is a very well-known gardener in the gardening world, but he is also a very different person at the same time.

He lives in a small house full of flowers. Like most artists, he has long hair and a braid as thin as a pig's tail at the back of his head. , like a watermelon with a handle.

He speaks a bit of a mother, and he likes to wink at others with his orchid finger. I once asked Zong Xian worriedly, is this friend of his really the same?

Zong Xian nodded with a smile: "Of course he is, but don't worry, he will definitely not pose any threat to you."

I asked why strangely, and he laughed loudly: "When have you ever seen two subjects meeting and turning into one attack?"

I suddenly felt that my self-esteem was severely hit, I ground my teeth, and ignored him.

Although Zong Xian pampered and doted on me in every possible way, the relationship between me and him has so far only remained at the level of hugs and kisses. Regarding the distance he kept with me every night, he explained very carefully that , He was afraid that the gun would go off, and I would not be able to breathe, and he would lose his life in the passion. He would rather wait until the end of time, and he didn't want to be a desperate mandarin duck with me.

Of course I can't be so cheeky as to beg him to have something happen with me, and when I can't move my whole body, I can only be the one below.

Now that he said this, I immediately wrote him down. I thought, if I can really stand up, I must fry him from the front to the back like an fried egg, and see his old face when the time comes. Where to put it.

Zong Xian whistled triumphantly, completely unaware that these dirty thoughts were surging in my mind, and happily pushed me into Robert's house.

Robert was sitting at the stone table in the yard reading a book. When he saw us coming in, he suddenly exclaimed, stood up with burning eyes, and stretched out his hand to my face: "Ohmydog! Whatabeau~tifullady--"

I rolled his eyes at him speechlessly, just as I was about to say sir, it’s time for you to change your eyes, when he pinched a red ladybug out of my hair, and affectionately completed the sentence just now: " —bird!"

I couldn't help but blush, he blew a kiss to the ladybug, let it go, then winked at Zong Xian and me, raised his orchid finger and swiped in front of us: "Andtwodelicateboystoo."

I immediately retorted: "I'm notdelicate, I'm...He...Heisstrong!"

Robert smiled, and squeezed his fingers meaningfully: "Yes, you are strong, and delicate."

Me: "...thanks."