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Song Yu (yu's fourth sound), still in shock, sat on the bench outside the operating room door, rubbed his face several times, and pinched his thigh severely.

It hurts.

Not dreaming.

It has been more than half an hour since he was engaged in hairpin, and his tense nerves have not been relaxed, and he can't even fully recall how he sat here.

His mind was in a mess, and he couldn't find other emotions except anxiety and fear.

Just an hour ago, he was leisurely eating supper with his colleagues and discussing where to go crazy tomorrow, why did he suddenly become like this?

He covered his face with his hands and carefully recalled the whole process of the incident, wanting to know whether it would be okay for him to take part in this matter.

Fragmentary memories flashed before his eyes.

It was late at night, and there were no ghosts along the way. He was driving at a speed of about eighty yards on the small road that he could know where to turn even with his eyes closed.

Just as he reached out his hand to cut off the radio station selling kidney tonic medicine under the banner of helping people resolve emotional disputes, a black shadow wrapped in wind suddenly rushed out from a small alley in front of him.

He slammed on the brakes hastily.

It was a one-way street, and he couldn't even turn the steering wheel, so he crashed straight into it.

A dull sound.

He closed his eyes reflexively, and when he opened them again, the man was already lying on the ground, motionless.

Like dead.

Song Yu lay on the steering wheel for almost a minute before thinking of getting out of the car to save someone.

Of course, other plans flashed through his mind during this minute.

such as escaping...

Before that, Song Yu had always thought that he was a good citizen who obeyed the law. Anyway, he hadn't been deducted too much after taking the driver's license test, and he didn't even give the traffic police a chance to post a ticket.

Seeing the surveillance video of the car accident that was reposted in the group of friends, they would passionately follow the trend and condemn those unreliable drivers.

"Hit and run, what a fucking inhuman."

This is what he said.

There are some things that you simply cannot empathize with unless you experience them yourself.

Everyone has a fluke mentality, and everyone has the idea of ​​wanting to escape guilt.

What a mistake.

He's almost not human anymore.

The only thing to be thankful for is that his colleague said to drink, anyway, it will be so late and there will be no traffic police to check, he just refused.

No DUI.

He didn't know whether the person inside was dead or alive, and the scene before he was pushed into the operating room kept flashing before his eyes.

The man's face was pale, his eyes were closed tightly, and the blood from his forehead was hanging down, staining the light gray sweater on his body red.

shocking.

Surprised, Song Yu still leaned on the bench and fell asleep during the long time waiting for the operation result.

When the doctor patted him awake, he involuntarily wiped the corner of his lips.

The chair is too hard and a bit uncomfortable.

It was the first thought that crossed his mind when he woke up.

It took a long time before he remembered why he was lying on such a horrible chair, and when he met the anxious and helpless eyes of the two doctors, Song Yu's heart 'thumped'.

He has automatically imagined the most classic scenes in the TV series. The doctor shook his head and said to the family members, sorry sir, we have tried our best.

So he took the first step and asked, "Is he dead?"

A middle-aged doctor who was a little bald said with a little surprise: "No, the operation was successful and the patient is out of danger."

The helplessness passing across the face of the tall doctor with a safe hairline next to Xie Ding made him shudder, and he asked tremblingly, "That's... disabled?"

"Are you a family member of the patient?" the tall man asked.

"Answer me first, is he disabled?" Song Yu's mind flashed a thousand and one scenes of being approached by his family members for debts. He usually watched a lot of bloody dramas.

The tall man sighed, "No, it's just a stitch on the forehead, and it's a bit disfigured. If you are a family member, come and go through the formalities with me."

In fact, I am not his family.

Song Yu opened his mouth and did not say anything, but silently followed.

Anyway, he still has to pay for the money when the family members come, so it's better to be proactive and maybe save a few words of scolding.

"The patient has a craniocerebral injury, subarachnoid hemorrhage..." The tall man glanced at the case and explained the condition to Song Yu.

"There are many soft tissue injuries on the body," the tall man paused when he said this, looked at Song Yu and said, "Basically, it was blunt force trauma."

"Could I trouble you to speak more plainly..." Song Yu pinched the back of his neck.

"This man was hit by you just after he was hacked." The tall man summed it up succinctly.

"Oh..." Song Yu breathed a sigh of relief at the result of the turning point, "So it has nothing to do with me?"

"No, the secondary injury caused by the car accident is likely to cause the patient to fall into an irreversible coma," the tall man said blankly, "commonly known as a vegetative state."

Song Yu slipped to the ground, tried to help the chair several times but failed to stand up again.

Does it mean that he will take care of this plant for a lifetime! ?

It's fucking better than dead.

As wicked as it was, it was really the first thought that crossed his mind.

"Just kidding, to refresh you," the tall man turned the pen in his hand and said with a smile, "the patient will wake up after anesthesia."

Song Yu's eyes widened, and he couldn't find a suitable expression to express the complicated emotions in his heart.

If it weren't for the fact that his legs were still weak and he couldn't use his strength, he would definitely... knelt down and kowtowed to the doctor twice.

So fucking refreshing.

After the doctor finished the case and explained some precautions, Song Yu glanced at the name tag on the tall man's chest, "Thank you, Dr. Jiang."

"You're welcome," Dr. Jiang put one hand in his pocket, and glanced at the sleeping patient, "You should find a way to contact his family as soon as possible."

"The key is that I don't know him." Song Yu was a little helpless. He only found a crushed flip phone at the scene, and he doubted if it was his own. After all, young people hardly use it now.

"Then we can only wait for him to wake up." Doctor Jiang looked at Song Yu with an 'I will be watching you' look.

"Then when will he wake up? I still have to go to work." Song Yu is not usually so dedicated to his work, but he feels that going to work is more comfortable than guarding an unconscious stranger here.

"It depends on him," Dr. Jiang pointed to the head of the bed, "Ring the bell when he wakes up."

Song Yu moved a chair and sat on the head of the bed, and carefully looked at the unidentified... who could barely be called a handsome guy lying on the bed.

The skin is generally delicate, a little worse than his, and he is estimated to be in his early 20s.

Although this man had had his hair shaved due to surgery, it did not affect his appearance at all.

The facial features and face shape are very close to the word handsome. From his thick and slender eyelashes and the creases on his eyelids, it can be seen that this man has double eyelids, and he must be beautiful.

Scarlet liquid was still oozing from the gauze on his forehead.

The doctor said nine stitches were taken.

It's a pity to leave a scar.

However, the doctor said that this man had a lot of scars, which were only visible. There were two scars on the tiger's mouth and on the arm. The scar on the arm was more serious than the forehead. If you look at it, there is also a scar more than one centimeter long on the right eyebrow. If it grows longer, it may hurt the eye.

Or, did he have problems with his eyes?

That's why you rushed out?

It was three o'clock in the morning, and the hospital corridor was quiet.

The other two patients in the ward also slept soundly, and an uncle was snoring so loudly that he wanted to hit him with a brick.

After Song Yu yawned three times, he got up and crawled to the empty bed next to him.

This matter came too urgently and he didn't have time to notify anyone, but it seems that there is no need to notify. Dad probably just said, "Give him some more money and settle the matter. It can be solved with money." Problems are not problems."

Probably because he was too tired and nothing serious happened, Song Yu's mentality naturally relaxed, and he fell asleep almost without meditating.

The next morning, Song Yu was woken up by the sound of footsteps and talking back and forth.

"Then who sent me to the hospital?" A man's voice.

Song Yu woke up immediately when he heard this, quickly stood up, turned around and smiled dryly at him, "Me."

Song Yu's first reaction when he saw that man was, oh, those eyes are really beautiful.

"Thank you." The double eyelids smiled, and when he wanted to nod to express his gratitude, Song Yu hurriedly held him down.

"You're welcome, you're welcome, you better not move." Song Yu saw that the gauze on his forehead had been replaced with a new one, but he could still see a dazzling bright red.

For the thank you from Double Eyelid, Song Yu felt guilty. When he dreamed back in the middle of the night, he was still thinking about saving some money and leaving. Anyway, there was no monitoring at the intersection.

It's not that he's afraid that he'll make a fortune when he wakes up. After all, it's partly his responsibility. The fear is that he's afraid of the kind of extortion that makes an inch of it.

Although it's wrong to judge people by their appearance, the scars all over his body and the tattoos on his arms that show the temperament of the gangster boss really don't look like a good stubble.

"He said that his memory of the car accident last night was very vague, and he couldn't remember what happened." Dr. Jiang said expressionlessly.

"What, what?" Song Yu couldn't believe his ears.

Doctor Jiang glanced at him, "A common consequence of traumatic brain injury is that the injured person's memory process is impaired, that is, sequelae of traumatic brain injury. When his head is hit by a high-intensity impact, he loses consciousness, although the patient regains consciousness. There will also be confusion and disorientation, memory impairment is the main symptom, especially for things before the trauma, the patient's memory is fuzzy..."

"Wait a minute," Song Yu finally realized what Dr. Jiang said before, and immediately dragged him to the door, "You mean he can't remember who hit him now?"

"Yes." Doctor Jiang nodded.

The corner of Song Yu's mouth twitched, and Dr. Jiang said, "But I told him, it was you who hit him."