So, I have to be careful and careful, because there are so many relatives who are worried about my comfort.
Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, it's time for the sun to go down.
Grandma looked out the window, then turned her head to look at me and said, "Xiao, now that the sun is about to set, you don't know when you should be in a coma again, if you feel the fluctuation of the soul in your body, and your head is a little confused, then you are going to be unconscious." ” I winked at my grandmother, indicating that I understood her words.
Grandma said: "I asked your mother and your master to go to the temple and bring back some incense that the pilgrims had put on the table, the smell of those incense can stabilize your soul and help you a lot, but it can interfere with that ghost thing, I hope it can help you a little, but it still depends mainly on your own willpower." ” I blinked Not long after my grandmother's words were finished, I felt as if my soul was being pulled, and then I felt my eyelids sink a little.
Because my grandmother told me about the reaction before I fell into a coma, I knew that it was time for me to fall into the darkness again.
Plunged into darkness again, I didn't hear the screaming, as if it didn't exist.
My current body is like a virtual space, containing two fighting spirits, it hides in the dark, I can't see it, I can't hear it, I can only be on guard against its sneak attack at all times.
After I settled down, I began to recite the scriptures again silently, and the soul did not need to eat anyway, and I did not have the problem of hunger and thirst.
However, if the body does not eat or drink water for a long time, it will definitely be dehydrated.
My grandmother told me that she would ask my mother to go to the small clinic downstairs to find a doctor, bring the nutrient solution to the house, and help me get the nutrient solution to prevent me from being in a coma all the time and causing malnutrition.
My grandmother has done everything I can think of for me, and I just have to take care of my soul now, and I must not let everyone worry anymore.
In this way, day after day passed, and the progress was slow at first, and it was almost the eighth day that I took back the initiative.
Every time I wake up, I immediately feel my body recover and see where I can move again.
When I realized that my hand could move, I immediately gestured and wanted a pen and a notebook so that I could write, which was better than not being able to express anything.
My grandmother also found a pen and notebook for me at the first time, she helped me hold it, and I slowly wrote word by word.
Because I was in a coma for a long time, I had no strength in my whole body, so I had a hard time raising my hand to write, and after lifting for a while, I would lose strength, and my hand fell back to the bed again.
My grandmother advised me not to be in a hurry, and she would wait for me to write slowly, and in the end, I really had no choice but to simply not raise my hand and write, because it would be really too painful.
I gently patted the side of the bed with my hand, and motioned for my grandmother to put the notebook under my hand on the bed, and I held the pen in my hand, and wrote little by little without seeing it.
Because I couldn't see it, I tried to write as slowly as possible, and I was afraid that I would write the words in a ball, so I could only write slowly and ask the master to help me look at the strokes, so that even if I wrote in a ball, the master should be able to understand what I was writing. aa2705221: