【Double Flower】Honeysuckle

Sun Zheping always thought that Zhang Jiale was a very coaxable person.

Ever since the layer of paper between the two of them was torn, no matter whether he encountered a question he was unwilling to answer or a situation where Zhang Jiale was angry, he could solve it by dragging Zhang Jiale to bed with the cheek.After some intercourse, Zhang Jiale, who fell asleep, would often forget what he wanted to ask or why he was angry when he woke up the next day.

But this time, when he repeated his old tricks, Zhang Jiale did not do what he wished like before, turning over a chapter of the things he wanted to avoid.

When he took a shower, wiped his hair, and gently lifted the quilt to get into bed, Zhang Jiale, who was already sound asleep, suddenly opened his eyes.

His wrist was grasped.Looking down at Zhang Jiale again, he saw a smirk on his face, there was no trace of sleepiness in his eyes.

"Be honest, tell me, what's wrong with your hand." Zhang Jiale's fingertips gently stroked his left wrist, saying that he was holding it, but he didn't dare to use force.Seeing Sun Zheping look away unnaturally, Zhang Jiale smiled helplessly: "Forget it, I don't know the year of the monkey when you answer." He propped up his upper body, leaned in front of Sun Zheping, and pinched his cheeks with both hands "I'll accompany you to the hospital tomorrow." Afraid that he might refuse, Zhang Jiale rolled his eyes, and added: "That's it, don't refuse, I've already asked for leave."

Sun Zheping still wanted to say something, but Zhang Jiale choked him back in his stomach.

"That's right." Zhang Jiale satisfactorily pulled him back into bed, tossed and turned in his arms to find the most comfortable place to nest, and then closed his eyes.

Rubbed by the tail of his soft hair, Sun Zheping looked down at Zhang Jiale, who was curled up and laying defenselessly on his chest with his eyes closed, and wanted to reach out to touch his face, but looked at him. His long eyelashes fluttered evenly up and down with his breathing, and finally put down his hands.

This time he was really asleep.

Thinking about the mess just now, he was really tired.

Sun Zheping's heart almost melted in Zhang Jiale's breath on the side of his neck, he endured it again and again, and finally couldn't help but kissed his forehead lightly.

But my heart is getting heavier.

It has been less than two weeks since the pain hit my wrist.

But at this time, without taking painkillers and injecting sealing needles, his left hand can no longer be extended outwards.The movement was a little bigger, and there was a piercing swelling pain in his wrist, which even faintly spread all the way to his left forearm.

He buried his left hand in the quilt, and tried again to open his fingers and close them into a fist.

However, for such a simple action, he couldn't complete it even though his brow was covered in cold sweat.

Zhang Jiale in his arms muttered a few words, rubbed against his chest and twisted his body, changing to a more comfortable position.

But even in his sleep, he seemed to still remember some things, and only carefully avoided Sun Zheping's left arm.

Sun Zheping reached out and turned off the bedside lamp.

Maybe, it's really time to go to the hospital.

"Doctor, how is he? What kind of disease is it? Does it matter? How long will it take to recover?"

Sitting on a chair, he looked at the doctor across the corner of the table. Before he could ask about his condition, Zhang Jiale, who was standing behind him, fired out a hundred thousand whys like a cannonball.

"Don't worry." The doctor raised his eyes from behind the lenses of the old-fashioned glass glasses, gave Zhang Jiale a comforting look, and then lowered his head and wrote a list and handed it over: "It's just ordinary tenosynovitis. I'll prescribe it for him here." I ordered some medicine. I still have some precautions to tell him, the family members can go to dispense the medicine first, so as to save some time."

Zhang Jiale hurriedly nodded, stretched out his hand and pushed Sun Zheping, who was about to get up, back to the chair: "I'll pay the money first, grandson, you sit here and wait for me, and tell the truth about what the doctor asks, don't hide it from me!"

Sun Zheping nodded, and turned to see Zhang Jiale rushing out of the consultation room like a gust of wind. Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, the old doctor behind him held the X-ray film and the test sheet, and said slowly: "You probably don't want me to be with this young man. Tell me about your real illness."

Sun Zheping was taken aback, then turned around, and saw the doctor was facing his X-ray film and laboratory test form, and was immersed in writing the medical records.

"Don't be surprised, what you think is all written on your face." The elderly doctor looked up at him from behind the thick glasses like beer bottle caps, and smiled helplessly: "It's because he is impatient, what's the matter?" I can’t tell.” The old doctor closed the medical record book and screwed the pen into the cap: “Actually, the first time I watched your game, I kept thinking about how long you can last.”

Sun Zheping was taken aback: "You... know me?"

"The captain of Team Hundred Blossoms, anyone in K City doesn't know him." The doctor smiled slyly, "My grandson is your loyal fan."

"So..." Sun Zheping took a deep breath, "Can you tell me what happened to my wrist?"

"Avascular necrosis of the lunate bone." The doctor's face was full of regret: "And from the symptoms of your pain radiating to the forearm and the X-ray film, it should have reached stage III." The film on the film light was taken off, passed it to Sun Zheping, pointed to a certain place and said: "Look at you, the lunate bone has been compressed and flattened, it is obvious that the long-term chronic injury has caused the nutrient artery of the lunate bone to be atresia, and then It deteriorates into symptoms of lunate osteonecrosis. A few days later, this bone will be shattered, and it may be complicated by carpal tunnel syndrome."

Although he was prepared in his heart, when he actually heard the doctor describe his condition with his own ears, Sun Zheping still felt that his heart fell into an ice cave in an instant.

"So this means you can't continue to play?" However, before the doctor personally announced the death of his career, he still didn't give up, suppressed the slight trembling of his body, and tentatively said: "I mean, if It's not a high-intensity game, it's just..."

"Do you still want to play?" The doctor shook his head funny, interrupting his unfinished sentence: "I suggest you stop playing games in the short term... no, within five years. Not only games, but everything in life that you need The precise movement and high-intensity work of the left hand should be stopped, and it is best not to touch it again for the rest of your life." He took off his glasses, looked at Sun Zheping's face seriously, and said word by word: "You are still so young, you don't want your left hand. Is it just so crippled?"

Sun Zheping opened his mouth, but nothing came out.

If you can win a championship, it seems that it is not a loss to trade this hand?

He was lowering his head and thinking about it, but the doctor's subsequent words drove him deeper into hell:

"If you still don't listen to the persuasion and want to hold on, then I can only tell you that you won't win the championship at the expense of future wrist joint function. Because your wrist bone can't last the next year at all under the current situation. June."

Sun Zheping raised his head suddenly: "Then if I actively treat..."

"It's useless. Even if you have a lunate replacement surgery now, you will spend at least three to five years, or even a lifetime of rehabilitation." At this time, the doctor seemed to have no heart to continue talking.He stood up and patted Sun Zheping on the shoulder: "It's a good thing for young people to be self-motivated, but the body is more important. Take good care of your wrist and don't hurt yourself again. Take the medicine I prescribed for you on time. After your friend brings the medicine back later, I will give you a wrist bone traction, but you should always pay attention to the condition of your wrist in your life, and if you find something wrong, come to the hospital immediately, understand?"

Sun Zheping didn't answer, not even nodding.

He only felt that the world in front of him seemed to be spinning, and the doctor's orders were just buzzing meaningless syllables in his ears.

I'm really unhappy.

He has never lost his dream to anyone, but now he is about to fall in front of himself.

That dream that Ye Qiu couldn't break, and his father couldn't tear it apart, would eventually be destroyed in his left hand.

But what makes him most unwilling is that when his dream is crumbling before his eyes but has not yet landed, he can only watch it shatter little by little into powder and crumbs, even stretching out his hand, It is impossible to pick it up knowingly in vain.

How should he explain to Zhang Jiale, and how should he explain to his heart?

"Great grandson? Great grandson!"

Someone shook his shoulders slightly, Sun Zheping came back to his senses, and saw Zhang Jiale's worried face.

"What's wrong with you? What did the doctor tell you?" He raised his hand and put two bags full of medicines on the table, and looked at the doctor who was putting the X-rays back into the brown paper bag on the other side of the table: "Doctor, he What's wrong?"

"It should be that I am very unwilling to know that I can't play." The old man in a white coat kindly handed back the kraft paper bag and the medical record, "You must never touch the game again, you should keep an eye on him. Said Come on, you should be more careful yourself, the incidence of tenosynovitis among professional gamers is quite high."

"Hey, I usually pay attention, so I'm not like him." Zhang Jiale laughed with relief, and nodded to the doctor: "Then thank you doctor, let's go!"

Sun Zheping was numbly pulled up from the chair by Zhang Jiale, and slowly led out of the consulting room.

In the corridor, Zhang Jiale breathed a long sigh of relief: "You scared me to death, I thought something was wrong!" He gave Sun Zheping a sideways look with anger and resentment, and finally couldn't help laughing: "Fortunately, it's just Tenosynovitis. Anyway, this time, you don’t want to touch the computer again after you go back. I have to strictly implement the glorious mission the doctor gave me to the end! Even if I can’t help it, who told you to be sick? But wait for you After the hand injury is healed, let's let Fanhuaxuejing dominate the Jianghu, it won't be long!"

His voice was exceptionally clear and loud in the empty corridor, but he didn't wait for Sun Zheping's response for a long time.Looking back, Zhang Jiale saw that Sun Zheping was following behind him expressionlessly, feeling sad for some reason.

No, the patient's family members should maintain an optimistic attitude and drive the patient to actively treat the patient. What is it like to be so depressed!

Zhang Jiale clenched his fists, brought his tone and tone back to clarity, stretched out his hand and patted Sun Zheping's shoulder heavily: "As for the competition, don't worry! I'm still here!" The plastic bag full of medicine in his hand clattered The sound of rattling made his mind into a mess.He shook his head, looked at Sun Zheping, and showed a firm smile: "I will win to the end with your share!"

He reached out and clenched his fist, shaking it in front of Sun Zheping: "Leave it to me, you can recover from your injuries with peace of mind. It's agreed, when you recover, you will have to shoulder the burden next season."

Sun Zheping didn't stretch out his fist to meet Zhang Jiale as usual.

With his left hand at this moment, even a light fist is an extravagant hope.

He only pulled Zhang Jiale into his arms suddenly.

The embrace was so tight that it almost exhausted all his strength.

He didn't dare to tell the truth to Zhang Jiale who pretended to be optimistic in front of him.

But looking at Zhang Jiale like this, his heart ached so much that he almost went mad.

There's no future, you know?

The pain and suffocation in his chest kept urging him to utter these words, but in the end he just buried his face in Zhang Jiale's neck, swallowed all the words back into his stomach together with the choked sobs, and opened his mouth in a low voice.

"it is good."