[Net King] Only you can see me

Qian Chuanmuhe would also be tired. He only felt that when he closed his eyes, when he opened them again, the moon moved a long way to the west.

The alarm clock on the bedside table showed it was four o'clock in the morning.

At four o'clock in the morning, I saw that the crabapple flowers were still awake.

She controlled herself to go to the window, but unfortunately she didn't know if there would be any crabapple blooms in this season.

Thinking of this made me a little frustrated, and sighed, I turned around and saw the boy's face again.

The boy had already fallen asleep, lying there peacefully, a bit like the Sleeping Beauty in a fairy tale.

She walked around the ward casually, ready to take a look before leaving.

In addition to daily necessities, there is also a collection of Verlaine's poems on the bedside table.Chikawa Muwa nodded, such romantic hobbies matched this face very well.

She took a closer look, and there seemed to be something not thin in the pages of the book, which was very conspicuous from the side.

As a boring spirit, she immediately became interested.It's a pity that she couldn't touch the real thing, so she racked her brains and couldn't touch the book.

Humans are such strange creatures. Originally, they just glanced at it boredly, ready to go wandering outside at any time, but now they are pulled by something that is probably a bookmark, and they immediately become obsessed, and they are determined to see that thing before leaving.

And now Qianchuan Muhe, as a soul that came out of the human body, she perfectly preserved this human characteristic.

Time passed by, and she just stared at the book, thinking about the origin of a whole species.She felt that it might be a love letter written by an admirer. Judging by the thickness, she should be a girl with a rich heart.Then she thought of this young man wishing here, and it seemed that his condition was not clear.The thoughts drifted uncontrollably to a sadomasochistic ending of "love can't stay together" and "life and death".She even felt flustered because of the pretended strong smile of the girl she imagined standing in front of the boy's grave.

When I came back to my senses, it was already morning.

The weather is fine, with a little wind outside the window.

The boy finished watering the daisies on the window sill, and opened the window for air.

The wind from outside came in, and the collection of poems was blown and turned.

Qian Chuanmuhe only felt her heart beating, even though she had no heartbeat at all in this state.

She looked at the boy, who was heading for the door.After making sure that he won't have an OCD attack, let's go and organize the books, Qianchuan Muhe squatted in front of the books with his eyes wide open.

The gust of wind when the window was opened was a bit powerful, and a large stack of books was opened, and the page of the photo was much closer.

The wind is still blowing, occasionally turning a few pages.

Qian Chuanmuhe stared at the book closely, like a speculator waiting for a lottery draw.

The hard work paid off for the "heart" spirit body. After waiting for about 10 minutes, the pleasant wind just turned the page.

Qian Chuanmuhe immediately leaned over to look at it—it was a photo of a group of teenagers in khaki sportswear, holding trophies, their faces brimming with joy.

She saw the conspicuous iris color in the crowd at a glance.He was young at that time, so he was inevitably slimmer among a group of people.But his eyes and smile are like an invincible king, extremely dazzling and submissive - he shines in the field he is good at.

Well, a passionate boy, and a dream.

She smiled slightly, feeling very fond of such a person.

I always feel that after seeing such a smile, my chest is a little hot!Let her also want to work harder and fight for her dream.

She straightened up, she really wanted to rush to her body in one breath, and struggle again, so there would be no worse result.

She walked through the door and returned the same way.

Along the way, there are white walls, deep corridors, and nurses in white are busy at the nurse's desk.A white coat passed through her and walked forward.

She froze for a moment, because of this strange experience, and also because of what she saw just now.

When she passed by at that moment, she saw the medical record in the doctor's hand, with a very prominent name-Qianchuan Muhe.

She only knew that she was unconscious and did not know the specific condition of her body.She hasn't given up hope of getting back to normal.

Without thinking, she followed the doctor into the office.

There is also a doctor in the office, who is a little older.

He showed the man her medical records.

"The blood in the brain has been absorbed, and all indicators show that there is no problem, but the patient has not woken up and is likely to become a vegetative state."

Qian Chuanmuhe breathed a sigh of relief, her body is fine, now she only needs to think about how to get back into her body.This rekindled her fighting spirit, and she was about to float out humming a song when she heard the old doctor ask, "How is Yukimura-kun?"

The young doctor pondered for a while, and frowned: "The condition is a bit complicated, and it keeps getting worse. Even if the operation is successful, some body functions may be lost in the future."

"I heard that he is the head of the school's tennis department, and he is also very famous in the middle school tennis circle."

The old doctor sighed, feeling sorry for the young child.

"In this case, even if the operation is successful, it is very likely that you will never be able to play tennis again."

Chikawa Muwa was taken aback.

Just now she was encouraged by his appearance of winning, but now hearing this kind of news, she felt sad for no reason.

Such a thing is tantamount to a disaster for a young man who has not suffered setbacks and is dedicated to fighting for his dreams.

The frightening thing is not that no matter how hard you try, others are still better than you, but that you once stood at the top, but one day you were deprived of everything and unable to stand up.

She sighed melancholy and walked out.

Outside the door, there was still the long corridor, which seemed to lead to an unknown place.

She turned around, and saw a familiar figure—green patient uniform, iris-colored curly hair, and a face with a gentle smile that was as pale as the white walls of the hospital. He was leaning against the wall, his body bent He looked like a half-melted snowman, who could only stand here and let himself turn into snow water, desolate and miserable.

He must have heard it, such a proud boy.

Qian Chuanmuhe felt sorry for him.They are sympathetic people, one may never wake up, the other may never stand.

She walked up to him, wanted to help him up to comfort him, and wanted to say with a smile, "I'm much worse than you, and I'm not sure if I really became like this or if I fell into my dream in a coma Medium. Do you feel better when you see someone miserable than you?"

Stretching out his hand, he found to his dismay that he couldn't see himself at all.

She looked helplessly at her hand and stood quietly in front of him.Watching him come back to his senses little by little, and then staggered back to his ward.

She has been following him, and being able to accompany him is not in vain for herself and his patient.

Although, he probably didn't know that he had such a patient at all, and he didn't even want to know that there was such a scary creature by his side.