Ziqing felt that he was walking a long road, surrounded by gray fog, unable to see the direction clearly, let alone unable to see the way he came, so tired, so tired.
This, what is this place and why I am here This is definitely not my own knowledge Ziqing was puzzled in her heart, she felt that there was an indescribable sense of familiarity here.
Ziqing looked around blankly and turned around a few times in place.
The familiar feeling gradually became confused, where was this A spirit who I am Ziqing's consciousness began to struggle instinctively, trying to break free from the never-ending oppressive gray.
Finally, she broke free, and the moment she opened her eyes, the light came into view, and she felt as if she had been given a new lease of life, gasping for breath.
Only then did she notice a circle of eager and anxious faces around her.
Someone shouted in surprise: "Wake up, finally wake up" A familiar woman's voice came into the eardrums: "Big girl, you finally woke up, you must be well, don't scare your mother anymore" "Big girl, with your parents here, you don't have to worry about anything, we will definitely think of a way" was a thin and dark middle-aged man, looking very anxious.
Ziqing opened her mouth with difficulty: "Dad, Mom" "Belch" "Belch" Damn the plot, how could this be According to the original plot, the original owner would lose his temper because of the arrival of his mother and the picture book, and then because of Aunt Hao's milk, her self-esteem was humiliated, and then she fell into a state of shock and was sent to the emergency room for rescue.
But nothing happened this time.
My consciousness just entered a very strange space.
That's not your own consciousness space Thinking of this, Zi Jing couldn't help but feel a chill rise up his spine, if it wasn't his own consciousness space, then whose space was it The answer was about to come out, but Ziqing couldn't believe it.
An ordinary girl would have a conscious space to remain in her body when her soul is not in her body Thinking of this, the soul resurfaced the previous memories in his mind.
A few times, Ziqing felt that she almost couldn't control her body, she always felt that it was the remnants of the original owner, and now it seems that it is the soul of the original owner, and she has not left her body After this incident, the second elder of the Wei family was afraid that such a thing would happen again, and planned to hire a special nurse for Ziqing.
But the cost of taking care of her is too expensive, and the original owner closed his heart before, so he didn't know this, but Ziqing knew, she had really felt the warmth of this home, how could she pretend not to know Therefore, Ziqing vigorously objected to them hiring a special nurse and asked to be transferred to a general ward.
Because the ordinary ward is cheaper by more than 100 yuan a day, at least Qin Meiyun can move bricks a few times less Of course they disagreed, even so, they felt that they had mistreated their daughter and that they were unproductive, so they couldn't give their daughter better care and treatment Ziqing threatened with death.
Sure enough, it worked.
On the same day, Ziqing got her wish and went to the general ward.
There were also two women in the same room, one was about the same age as Ziqing, seventeen or eighteen years old, Zhang Jun, and the other was only seven or eight years old, Wu Xiaomin.
A large ward for two people is quite relaxed, but all three beds are full, and it seems a little suffocating.
Zhang Jun originally lived in the middle bed, so he even occupied the bed and table by the door.
A middle-aged woman with bloodshot eyes stood up and saw the nurse arranging the bed, and reluctantly packed up her things.
Ziqing understood that he had disturbed their peace here.
However, this is how it should be.
Each person can naturally occupy a ward, but if there are many patients, they can only be counted according to the number of beds.
The second elder of the Wei family helped Ziqing make the bed, gave some instructions, and was busy going to work again.
Ziqing officially settled here.
Coincidentally, the two are also leukemia patients.
Zhang Jun has found a matching bone marrow transplant and is now in the process of adjusting to the medication, and the operation will be performed in about a week.
So relatively speaking, she is very relaxed.
That little girl, Wu Xiaomin, seems to have not seen her family come for two or three days since Ziqing moved in.
But it is also the quietest and most sensible, eating seriously every day, then resting, and playing games for a while.
Even if I have chemotherapy, I don't make a lot of noise.
Anyway, they are all patients in the same ward, and they are young age, and in a day or two, they will be familiar with each other unconsciously.
Zhang Jun's parents are good, one is a white-collar worker, and the other works in a certain agency.
In order to take care of her, her mother quit her job and took care of her exclusively.
So you don't have to worry about money or anything, every day is completely in accordance with the diet plan prescribed by the doctor.
Zhang Jun squeezed his eyebrows at Ziqing, and pouted, "Xiaolan, do you know that her parents are divorcing, saying that she is a disaster star or a drag oil bottle, don't want her?"
Although Ziqing didn't like the other party's look and tone, she didn't actually have much evil thoughts in her heart, she just wanted to flaunt that she was accompanied by relatives, she felt that she was happier, and she wanted to publicize this feeling of happiness.
Ziqing just listened quietly.
Zhang Jun frowned, ate a boiled egg, poured a sip of milk, and muttered: "Hey, it's all these every day, I'm tired of eating, Xiaolan, your condition is so serious, why don't your parents come to accompany you, oh my God, you don't know, every chemotherapy is so painful, I want to die."
Ziqing responded: "My parents are going to make money for me to raise medical expenses." ” Zhang Junman didn't care about it, she didn't have the concept of the word "making money" yet.
Ziqing asked Aunt Hao to bring a set of silver needles for herself, originally patients were not allowed to prick themselves casually, if something happened in the hospital, wouldn't it be a black pot for the hospital, and now there are fewer doctor-patient disputes.
However, this is the kind of civilian acupuncture that costs a few dollars for dozens of moxibustion, with a safety handle, and it can't kill people at all.
Ziqing thought about it and began to try to prick herself with a needle After trying a few times, Ziqing found that it seemed that the pain on her body had really been reduced a lot.
Zhang Jun saw that Ziqing dared to stick a needle into his body casually, and shrank for a moment, "You have studied acupuncture, but I have seen it on the Internet, and you can use acupuncture to assist in treatment."
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"Well, there is Ziqing on the Internet, who feels that he has been nervous by the remnants of the original owner in the past two days, and he doesn't dare to relax at all.
Zhang Jun took out his tablet and swiped a few strokes on it with his slender fingers, "Oh, that's it." ” Ziqing took a look at it, corroborated it with her own insights on the symptoms, and finally came up with a more reasonable set of acupuncture techniques. t1706231537: