I saw the countdown to their death

Hojo Satoru shook his head, bent down to pick up the blanket she had thrown away, "I'll help Senior Sister wipe off the blood on her body, that's a good deal."

He put the blanket back on Miyajima Qingluan, "As for this, it is the most basic respect."

Miyajima Qingluan was stunned, and after a long time, she nodded slightly, and then slowly closed her eyes...

A ray of sunlight dispelled the dark clouds, and the light shone on the earth, dispelling the depression, and brightening up the dim small single room.

A drop of clear tears ran across the corner of the eye, leaving a crystal trace on the pale cheek.

Near noon, the sky cleared up.

she cried.

Chapter 22 Unforgettable

Saturday, May [-]th, at one fifteen in the afternoon.

The painkillers had a certain effect, and Miyajima Qingluan fell into a deep sleep again, but the anti-inflammatory drugs had no effect on her such a serious injury.

While senior sister was asleep, Hojo Satoru cut off the bandage for her, the wound had already festered, so it is better to leave it open than to wrap it up.

The outline of her entire right half of her body was swollen, the knife wound in front of her was a little white, and she couldn't bear to look directly at her back shoulder, and blood flowed out from time to time.

The left thigh is also obviously thicker than the right leg. Since it is a penetrating injury, it can only continue to be wrapped, but the bandage has been changed.

Miyajima Qingluan's body was also cleaned up, and the blood scabs on his chest were piece by piece, one can imagine how thick it was.The entire thigh was stained red with blood, in stark contrast to the relatively clean and white left leg.

Hojo Satoru carefully cleaned her body with his own towel, the first pot of water was stained red, and it took three pots of water to get it done.

Miyajima Qingluan woke up once during the period, but she just opened her eyes and watched quietly, and her emotions were not at all the disgust, anger, and tension that she felt when she cut her corset, but she was very relaxed.

When the viscous feeling mixed with sweat and blood on her body disappeared, the refreshing and comfortable feeling all over her body made her fall asleep again unconsciously.

May [-]th, five ten in the afternoon.

Hojo Satoru called the part-time boss again to ask for leave, and the other party readily agreed, but gave a lot of information after a pause of only one second.

Yes, there is a shortage of talents in the position to recruit people to work. These days, asking for leave from time to time has already caused troubles for people. If Hojo Satoru hadn't worked hard and never made mistakes, it might not be so easy to talk to someone else.

In the evening, another pot of pigeon soup was cooked, but the senior sister did not wake up.

Hojo Satoru was too lazy to cook at home, so he set the pressure cooker to keep warm and went out to look for food.After all, I bought some kitchen utensils temporarily to take care of her, and many things were not complete, so I just made do with it.

When I came to the nearby okonomiyaki stall, the plainclothes uncle was still in the town, still in a hurry, and it was still a lump after it was done.

But this time the uncle didn't get burned by the iron plate. When he gave the money, he said that you can just pay it by looking at it.The mentality of the plainclothes uncle has obviously changed, and he feels a little messed up.

According to the gossip, the landlord's son came here to set up a stall, but he didn't get information about the ambush of the murderer. These days, there are often vicious cases in the neighborhood. Homeless people were beaten and abused innocently, and one even died directly after being seriously injured. The murder weapon was a blunt object such as a baseball bat.

This looks like the actions of young gangsters who don't know the heights of the heavens and the earth, and the big gangsters are a group of law-abiding ones.

Therefore, if they really understood the murderer's movements, the senior would not be as simple as being chased by an anti-narcotics policeman. They could only say that she was unlucky.

When I got home, my senior started sweating at around eight o'clock, half asleep and half awake, murmuring how hot and thirsty she was.

So Hojo Satoru didn't cover Miyajima Qingluan with a blanket after wiping her sweat, and let her lie naked on the bed, and he didn't calm down until he gave her another cup of cold water.

May [-]th, ten o'clock in the evening.

Hojo Satoru, who was reading a book, was a little tired, and unconsciously fell asleep lying on the low table.

On May 31, at two o'clock.

Hojo Satoru, who had been squinting for two hours, was woken up by the urge to urinate, took out his phone to check the time, then got up and walked towards the toilet, but when he came out of the bathroom, he habitually glanced at the senior, and then froze...

The senior opened her eyes and stared at herself in a daze. She still had that indifferent and cold face, but the tears from the corners of her eyes fell like broken pearls.

Because of her personality, sometimes, you won't see her inner emotions from her face.

But tears do.

Proud self-esteem is like a mirror falling from the hand, and it is broken into pieces. When the dignity is gone, it will naturally breed fear.

Therefore, a dying person has no dignity at all.

This sentence is not very accurate. It should be a person who is about to die of illness and has no dignity at all.

If you haven't experienced this kind of thing, it's hard to have a deep feeling, but Hojo Satoru has taken care of seriously ill patients so he has the right to speak, and that person is his father.

When the cancer was at an advanced stage and the lesions had already spread to multiple parts, my father was completely unable to take care of himself. His face was swollen, but his body was as thin as a stick, he had difficulty breathing, and he had no energy to cry out for the pain.Urinating and defecating requires someone to wait on them, and they even have to wear diapers as a last resort.

Do men in their 50s wear diapers, do they have dignity?The answer is no.

Will others laugh?The answer is no.

Because the consequence of laughing at a person is to trample on the dignity of the person being ridiculed, and the person who is about to die of illness has no dignity.

For example, at the previous wine table, I heard an elder who had suffered from leukemia but was lucky to survive.

At the beginning, I will care about those men and women who avoid taboos, and the doctor will also consider the patient's emotions. After a simple inquiry, he will tell you, take off your clothes and let me have a look.

However, after checking up like this every day, the patients themselves have become accustomed to it. In the end, when the doctor wants to check the condition, he will directly take off your clothes and check the records over and over again, and he doesn’t even bother to say hello.

Because you lose mobility, you don't even have the ability to lift your own clothes.

dignity?feeling?

You just want to get well quickly, and the doctor just wants to get well soon, and there is no other idea.

What is the difference between Miyajima Qingluan's current situation and a serious illness?She doesn't even have the strength to raise her hand now.

So, when Hojo Satoru saw that she was incontinent after waking up, it was the soaked bandage on her thigh and the problem with the wound that instantly attracted his attention... Then he reacted immediately.

Opening the closet, she took out her own clothes, carefully raised her legs, and placed the dry clothes underneath.

He took out the scissors that were used to cut clothes for her at that time, cut the last fig leaf, fetched a basin of water, and wiped her clean with a towel, so as to avoid aggravating the injury sooner...

But when Hojo Satoru was halfway through cleaning up, he seemed to feel the emotions of his senior, and stopped his movements.

After thinking for a while, he went to the closet again, opened the drawer of the closet and took something from it.

He squatted beside the senior sister, tore open the package, and handed it to the senior sister's mouth.

"Toffee, sweet."

Miyajima Qingluan opened her pale lips slightly like a conditioned reflex, and then a small sphere rolled directly into her mouth from the packaging bag.

Hojo Satoru smiled and continued to wipe her.

Sweet... toffee?

If a girl cries, just give her a candy to comfort her, do you think you are a little girl?

Tears completely blurred his vision, but Miyajima Qingluan's eyes stubbornly stayed on the person who took care of him, his movements were still so light, and he was cautious for fear of hurting himself.

Unexpectedly, the wound has already lost consciousness, and the whole body has gradually become numb, but the refreshing sweetness can be clearly felt in the mouth.

Miyajima Qingluan felt his lower body being lifted up, and after putting it down again, the dampness disappeared. After drying himself, he covered the entire lower body with clothes.

It was very soft to the touch. It wasn't clothes like coats, but close-fitting clothes like T-shirts. He didn't dislike them at all, and he didn't care.

When I first came here, I discovered that there was only one towel on the towel rack in the bathroom. Maybe boys are like this, and they use the same towel whether they take a bath or wash their face.

Miyajima Qingluan's gaze softened obviously, and she muttered with sugar in her mouth, "Young man..."

"I'm not called a boy, I have a name." Hojo Satoru smiled.

"I... don't know your name."

"Then call him a boy, this title is quite interesting."

After Hojo Satoru responded with a funny smile, he turned and walked into the bathroom to rub the towel.

Senior sister is quite interesting. She has a short Japanese-style short hair called 'Princess Cut'. This classic hairstyle has also given birth to many classic anime characters.

For example, Yan Moai, Ichihara Yuko, Wugeng Liuli, Empress... But they are all princesses with long hair cut.

Therefore, if Miyajima Qingluan uttered the word "young", it would not sound awkward, on the contrary, there would be a strange sense of fit. She would give people the image of a heroic, taciturn and indifferent ancient female general.

Thinking back to the scene when she first came to this room... the sirens outside the room were loud, and the red and blue lights echoed each other in the gray sky.

She is tall and straight, standing against the backlight, and the long knife is fierce and sharp when it is out of the sheath... Now that I think about it, I really have a sense of heroism, although I was so frightened at the time that I was in a daze, thinking that I was going to send it again.

Senior sister has always addressed herself as 'you', maybe 'boy' is the most affectionate term she thinks besides her name.

After rubbing the towel with laundry detergent a few times and hanging it up again, Hojo Satoru felt a little funny, shook his head with a smile and walked out.

"juvenile."

Miyajima Qingluan, who had been waiting for Hojo to realize it with milk in her mouth, spoke again. Her tears were still wet, and her tone was apologetic, "I stained your clothes and quilt."

"Small things, you can wear them after washing."

"The quilt is also stained."

"Wash the sheets, spray some detergent on the cotton pads inside and let them dry for a few days, then just pat them."

"Aren't you going to replace it?"

"Is there anything to change, I just bought it for more than a month, and it's a pity to lose it." Hojo Satoru said as a matter of course: "Isn't this normal, is it possible that every time I wet the bed when I was a child, my mother would change a new quilt? "

Self-deprecating humor can't amuse the serious senior sister, she shook her head and said softly: "I don't know, I don't have experience in this field. But I don't feel pain now, and maybe I will continue to dirty your things. "

No more pain?

Hojo Satoru was stunned, his brows were furrowed, and after thinking for a while, he smiled and said, "I'll clean it up for you once my sister gets dirty."

"Once it gets dirty, clean it up for me..."

Miyajima Qingluan took a deep breath, as if trying to control her emotions, she wanted to ask some questions, but swallowed the words back, and then decided not to drink any more water.

"Yes, I'm pretty good at taking care of people. I'm very patient with this kind of thing."

After Gojo Hojo responded cheerfully, he suddenly turned his head to look at the wardrobe... However, it can't be solved with clothes, since he didn't bring many clothes to Tokyo.

It's almost one o'clock in the middle of the night now, and there is definitely no way to buy it. What if something unexpected happens later... Thinking of this, Hojo Satoru smiled at Miyajima Qingluan, opened the door and walked out.

Ten minutes later, he came back with a new tatami mat in his arms.

The tatami mats are new, wrapped in a transparent plastic inner packaging... But there is no supermarket around here.

Miyajima Qingluan immediately thought of the reason. Under normal circumstances, people's homes would have spare tatami futons, but only the landlord's home had brand new tatami mats.

"What time is it now?"

Hojo Satoru looked at his phone, "Hurry up."

Miyajima Qingluan turned her head, glanced at the dark sky outside the balcony, and then gently tapped the toffee in her mouth with her teeth, without saying a word.

Hojo Satoru then stood the low table in the corner, disassembled the tatami and placed it next to Qingluan Miyajima, then took apart the plastic film packaging and placed it on the lower half, and finally used the blanket that was covered with Qingluan Miyajima as a cushion The blanket is laid.

"Sister, you..."

"It's okay, the wound is already numb." Miyajima Qingluan said softly.

Hojo Satoru nodded, bent down and picked her up carefully, and gently placed her on the tatami.

Her injury is really troublesome. If only her right shoulder is injured, she can lie on her side, but her left leg also has a wound, so even if the wound is compressed, she can only lie flat.

She can't even sit. She has completely lost control of her body. Even if there is something behind her, her body will lean to one side. Sitting makes her feel even more uncomfortable.

At this time, Hojo Satoru suddenly noticed the half-soaked bandage on her thigh, and patted his forehead, "Almost forgot about it."

So, I got up and went to the cabinet to get the family first aid kit.

In fact, it doesn't matter if it's wrapped or not, but Miyajima Qingluan didn't say no, but just quietly watched him change the bandage for himself.

After a whole day, his neck was not as crooked as it was in the morning, but it was still a little stiff.

The gauze on the other side was a little yellowed, but he never changed his medicine once... Although there was only a little skin trauma, he shouldn't have threatened him with a knife at that time.

Damn myself.

Miyajima Qingluan cursed silently in her heart.

After Hojo Satoru changed the bandages, he looked at the messy bed and thought for a while, then he got busy again in the middle of the night.

Throw the clothes and sheets into the washing machine, pick up the quilt and walk to the small balcony, and hang it horizontally on the clothes rail.The weather forecast says that there will be a big sun tomorrow, and there is no detergent at home, so I will buy it tomorrow.

Hojo Satoru turned around and looked around the ten-meter-long small single room... Let's tidy up the kitchen again. It is impossible to cook for yourself if you have to work part-time after school. The electrical appliances will be sold in the second-hand market in a few days.

Miyajima Qingluan quietly looked at Hojo Satoru's busy back, another burst of drowsiness hit her, but she still wanted to look at it for a while, her eyelids blinked, but even with all her strength, she couldn't stop it from closing .

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