Not long after I finished this bowl of porridge, my dad came back.
When he sat back on my bedside, I looked at the time on my phone, it was already more than 4 o'clock in the afternoon, he stubbornly didn't close his eyes, and guarded me for more than ten hours, which reminded me of what my grandmother often said to me, "When you were only two years old, you were hospitalized with pneumonia and high fever, and your father felt sorry for you, so he didn't close your eyes for two days and one night, and he didn't go to sleep until your fever subsided, and you should be kind to your father when you grow up." ” Now that I think about it, although my dad usually doesn't talk much, his concern for me has always been directly manifested in action, maybe I will get married and have a baby in the future, and I guess it should be like this.
Anyway, I lost twice as much water today as yesterday, probably because my sudden fainting scared them, what amino acid glucose messed up with four or five bottles, my hands were swollen, since I woke up in the afternoon, I went to the toilet three or four times, but the feeling of the body is indeed much better than before.
It wasn't until seven o'clock in the evening that the needle on my right hand was removed, and the one on my left hand was pulled out earlier at six o'clock.
But now that the two hands are put together, the big eyes are full of needle eyes, I don't know if Nurse Hu took advantage of my coma to take me to Nurse Liu to practice her hands.
At half past eight in the evening, my parents quarreled again, because my father did not rest this day and night, my mother said that she would keep vigil today and let my father go back to rest, after all, my father was not young, but my father couldn't bear to let my mother guard me here, just because of this, the two of them were red-eyed and were about to quarrel again, fortunately, Dr.
Zhao pushed the door and came in to save the scene.
"Okay, you both go back in the evening, I'll be on duty tonight to help you watch him."
Less than ten seconds after he came in, he understood the content of my parents' argument, and quickly waved at them to interrupt them, pointing to the sticker on the wall that said "The hospital prohibits loud noise", and said with a smile.
Hearing him say this, my parents' voice stopped instantly, my father looked at Dr.
Zhao gratefully, but my mother, looked at me, and then looked at my dad, and finally turned to Dr.
Zhao, and said sincerely: "Then thank you, Dr.
Zhao", and then turned to me, "Yes, you are well-behaved, don't worry about people like elementary school students when you are in college, and I will break your legs when you run around the building in autumn pants." ” "Don't worry, I'll look at him, you guys go back and rest."
After hearing this, Dr.
Zhao said with a smile, patted my father's arm, and said, "Be careful on the road." ” "Then we'll go back, I'm sorry Doctor Zhao, we'll try to come over as early as possible tomorrow morning."
My dad picked up the scarf on the table and put it around his neck, looked at me worriedly again, and sighed before accompanying my mom out the door.
Dr.
Zhao walked to the door of the ward with the two of them, and stood for a while, probably after watching them disappear into the corridor, then closed the door and walked in, sat down next to my bed against the wall, and whispered to me, "Can you do it now, let's go now." ” I sat on the bed and moved my arms, and for the past two days I had been in bed for almost all of them, and I felt like I was about to lose myself.
Stretching my waist, feeling the spiritual power that had almost surged in my body, I nodded, picked up the clothes that were placed next to the bed and put them on my body, put on my shoes and stood up, picked up the backpack next to the bed and put it on my shoulder, looked at him and whispered: "Go".
At this time, I suddenly felt that my body was quite strange, at this time last night, although I can't say that I was weak, but after all, it was burned for two days, and my physical strength was not enough, but now I feel completely different, not only physical strength, but even my mental head has returned.
Dr.
Zhao stood still, looked me up and down, nodded, turned around and walked ahead to lead the way.
I followed behind with a backpack, and I always felt as if something was wrong when I walked, and I felt like I had this feeling when I went to the toilet in the afternoon, and when I walked to the elevator, this weird feeling became more obvious, and when I thought about it carefully, uh, my sister, I forgot to take out the five thunder Tiangang spell that I stuffed into my underwear last night I looked at Dr.
Zhao on my side, and then looked up at the monitoring head above the side, and felt that it was better to endure it, otherwise it would be difficult for me to explain it clearly no matter who found out.
I felt the yellow paper tied to my skin, and I suddenly remembered that last night I seemed to have put the cinnabar pen in my coat pocket after drawing the life continuation talisman in 412, and I don't know if it had fallen off.
"Ding."
With this sound, the elevator went to the first floor.
I took my hand out of my pocket, wondering where it would go.
After the elevator door slowly opened, Dr.
Zhao turned his head to look, lifted his chin, and walked out of the elevator with his feet raised.
I took a deep breath, settled down and walked out behind him, all of them have come down, this will go up to find the pen is not appropriate, anyway, there are a few talismans in the bag, even if there is an accident, it should be able to deal with it, after all, even if you bring a pen, it is impossible to draw talismans, fortunately, I will at least have a few in Taoism or something.
Dr.
Zhao walked briskly in front of him in a white coat, and there were few people in the hall on the first floor, and the footsteps of his leather boots were particularly loud, and after turning two corners, he led me out of the building through the side door.
Out of this side door, there are two small flower beds outside, and there are some roses in the flower beds, but in the wax moon, not to mention the flowers, even the rattans are withered and yellow.
Sandwiched between the two flower beds is a cobblestone path that leads directly to a small, old-looking four-story building at the back.
Dr.
Zhao just walked in front with his head down after getting out of the elevator, didn't say anything, just led me along the path to the old building, and I followed him silently, but I was entangled as I walked, where would my cinnabar pen fall.
There was a distance of more than 30 meters between the two buildings, and he didn't stop until he reached the main entrance of the four-story building, and I stopped behind him.
It's not yet 9 o'clock in the evening, and many of the windows in the old building in front of me are lit, and you can vaguely see a few windows with swaying figures, although this building is old, but there are a lot of wards, just on the first floor, there are more than 20 rooms.
"Teacher Zhao is in this building, no matter what the situation is for a while, don't say it in front of Teacher Zhao's family first, understand" He stood in the light, his face a little embarrassed when he said this.
"Hmm."
I probably knew why, and nodded at him, these doctors are basically atheists in the eyes of their patients.
"Okay, let's go, on the second floor."
He looked up at the lights, sighed again, and walked in with me.
The atmosphere in this building is much more dreary than the one I live in, maybe this is the real inpatient department.
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When Dr.
Zhao walked into the building, his pace slowed down significantly, and his footsteps sounded a little heavy.
The stairs of this building are also divided into left and right sides, and when I followed him to the stairs, I looked left and right at the old inpatient building, which felt a little strange to me, but I couldn't tell what was strange.
When I was about to turn the staircase, I unexpectedly caught a glimpse of a faint light, which looked like an elevator door from my angle, but it was in a very narrow alley, and if it wasn't for my unintentional glance, I guess I wouldn't have found it.
At this time, the building began to become quiet, only the footsteps of Dr.
Zhao and I echoed in the stairwell, and there were not many steps on the second floor, but after obviously coming up, it felt as if the breathing room had become a little suppressed, and the feeling that made me feel very strange became more and more intense.
He led me all the way to the westernmost side of the second floor before stopping, the door in front of me was a little dilapidated, and through the glass of the door, there was some miserable white light inside, and I could vaguely hear someone talking inside.
Dr.
Zhao didn't look back after standing still, but whispered: "This is it, don't talk nonsense after you go in." ” "Hmm."
I looked around the room and answered him.
"Squeak", he twisted open the door of the hospital room and walked in, and I followed him into the room full of the smell of disinfectant water.
After walking in, I habitually looked at it, this is a somewhat old single room, although the tables and chairs inside are a little painted, but generally look very clean and tidy.
The bed was in the middle, and against the wall of the window were two single sofas, on which sat a man and a woman, and beside them there was a wooden table with an insulated lunch box on it.
At the foot of the hospital bed is a small double-door wardrobe, next to which is a small water dispenser.
I have to say that although the facilities of this single room are old, they are not comparable to our public wards.
At this time, there was an old man lying on the hospital bed, and seeing that she was now only a leather bag and a skull, I suddenly felt a pain in my heart, how could this old man who treated us all as grandchildren back then become like this now.
I have the impression that her body has always been very rich, and one winter we even joked that her shrinking height due to old age made her look like a ball from a distance, but I haven't seen her for half a year, and if it weren't for that familiar silhouette, I wouldn't believe it would be the same person.
"How is Mr.
Zhao's condition today?"
Dr.
Zhao stepped forward and asked a man and a woman sitting on the single sofa.
I met those two people once, in the first half of the third semester of high school, it snowed heavily one night, and after the evening self-study, she walked home alone We were not at ease, I and Yang Zixuan supported her left and right, and sent her home, and when I went downstairs to her house, I met these two people, Mr.
Zhao's daughter and son-in-law.
"Nope."
Teacher Zhao's daughter looked at the old man on the hospital bed worriedly and shook her head.
I listened to her words, and couldn't help but smile bitterly, Teacher Zhao's soul was not in her body at all, it was strange that they could check out something.
As soon as I entered the door, I used spiritual power to stimulate my senses, and the picture in front of me began to become different, there were two more people by the window of this ward, two souls to be precise, and one of them was Mr.
Zhao.
And in my judgment, what didn't make Teacher Zhao reluctant to return to her body should be the male ghost who was with her at this time, who looked younger than her.
At this time, Mr.
Zhao didn't pay attention to these people who came in at all, and was full of affection and reluctant to hold his hand.
In fact, I am very confused when I see this play, as far as I know, Mr.
Zhao's husband died in his fifties, why is he still in the yang world and has not been reincarnated.
With these questions in mind, I looked at him carefully, and suddenly, I caught a glimpse of the red rope wrapped around his hand, and my heart was shocked.
This red rope is nothing else, it is the certificate tied when the yin cha took the ghost to the underworld, it stands to reason that the red rope should have encountered the yin cha, but how can he still wander around in the world, and he can still come back to find Mr.
Zhao and let her forcibly leave the body "Doctor Zhao, let's come out first."
I gently touched Dr.
Zhao in front of me, but my eyes did not leave the red rope between the male ghost's wrists, and I suddenly felt that things were not as simple as what I saw in front of me, but before telling Mr.
Zhao's family all this, I had to figure out all these things first. i0 t1706231537: