Dr. Lin, you hurt me.

When Lin Feng hugged Zhang Yan sincerely and solemnly, trying to give Zhang Yan some comfort with his body, he passed through Zhang Yan's body.

Zhang Yan was still mumbling to himself, "You took my rose away."

Lin Feng still maintained the hugging posture, where Zhang Yan couldn't see.

Lin Feng felt that his brain was broken, it couldn't function properly, and it had a short circuit.

He passed through Zhang Yan's body?

Did someone die?

who is it?

Is it yourself?

Or Zhang Yan?

Lin Feng turned around mechanically. Zhang Yan was still staring blankly at the branch with the roses plucked from it, repeating only that sentence.

Zhang Yan should be able to see him. Did something happen to Zhang Yan? He was trapped in this sea of ​​roses.

Lin Feng suddenly understood and felt a splitting headache, as if his brain had exploded.

Because of the great pain, Lin Feng squatted on the ground, clenched his fists and hammered his head, trying to knock out the cause of his headache.

Lin Feng fell to the ground because of the severe headache, gasping for breath and suppressing the urge to vomit.

The sports watch on his wrist vibrated to remind Lin Feng that his heart rate had exceeded 100 and his blood oxygen saturation was less than 90. The watch reminded him of abnormal physical conditions.

Lin Feng took as deep a breath as possible and adjusted his breathing rate to a steady state.

With trembling hands, he fumbled around in his clothes and found a box of medicine in his coat pocket. He forced himself to open his eyes and saw that it was ibuprofen sustained-release tablets.

Pick out a piece and swallow it.

Without water, he found it difficult to swallow. The bitter taste of the medicine cleared his confused brain for three seconds.

Only three seconds.

Suppress the instinctive impulse, raise your head slightly, stretch your neck as far as possible, and swallow the pill.

The bitter taste still lingers in the mouth.

Lin Feng looked up and saw that Zhang Yan was still in the same state.

Trying to stand up and walk towards Zhang Yan, Lin Feng found that he couldn't stand up, and the pain made him curl up on the ground.

Dragging his numb legs and relying on the strength of his upper limbs, he moved step by step to Zhang Yan's side, stopped beside him and lay down.

Curled up into a ball, as if returning to his mother's body, Lin Feng found a little sense of security in this posture.

With his eyes closed, he could hear Zhang Yan muttering to himself.

Who wouldn’t want to give a hug to such a poor guy?

But Lin Feng couldn't even open his eyes and look at Zhang Yan, let alone give him a hug.

I don’t know how long it has been…

Maybe it was the effect of the painkillers starting to take effect, or the comfort of being in Zhang Yan's body, or the sense of security brought by returning to the mother's body, Lin Feng gradually felt that he no longer had such a headache.

But I still couldn't open my eyes. My thoughts started to become more confused. Fatigue came over me and I fell asleep.

Lin Feng was awakened by the sudden sound of a car horn. How could there be a horn in the rose garden? Following the horn came the harsh sound of tires rubbing against the ground, and finally after a violent "bang" everything returned to calm.

I braked, but still crashed.

After a brief moment of silence, there were all kinds of shouting and screaming.

He couldn't move, and pain in his legs was the only feeling he had at that time.

Oh, his leg is broken because of the car accident.

The reason he was safe and sound in the car was that after the accident, he replaced his car with one with the highest safety factor. He could no longer drive himself, so he hired a professional driver.

Without Lin Feng, no one would have treated his wounds in time. He was taken to the hospital by the ambulance only after the fire brigade dismantled the vehicle. His lower limbs had already been necrotic, and he was never able to stand up again.

There is no Lin Feng. Lin Feng was a character that Zhang Yan imagined during those difficult days. He hoped that there was such a person who could lead him out of that sea of ​​pain.

The driver turned around and saw Zhang Yan woke up with a frown on his face. He didn't dare to disturb him and got out of the car to check the situation.

The road was in a mess. A dump truck had brake failure due to slippery road conditions caused by rain. It continued to crash despite sudden braking and finally overturned due to unstable center of gravity.

The driver held up a black umbrella and watched as people in the vehicles around him got out of their cars one after another in the rain and ran towards the dump truck.

The driver of the dump truck must have died. Due to the heavy rain, a pink puddle appeared near the cab. The pink puddle drifted away along the water and finally disappeared.

A small car was trapped under the rubble. Some people began to dig the soil with their bare hands, while others ran back to the trunk of their cars, trying to find a suitable replacement tool.

There was another group of people gathered about ten meters in front of the car. The driver walked over there to avoid the crowd and watched from a distance for a while before he could see the situation clearly.

A money transport truck was overturned and its rear door was knocked open. The security guards in the car who had sustained the impact were thrown out of the car by the huge force, and one of them hit the door.

The cash box in the car was also thrown out, and the money in the box floated out with the water. It was pink, not only the color of coins, but also blood.

Shocked, scared, confused...

Some people were crying and shouting, while others were directing rescue efforts...

No matter how I shouted, my voice was drowned out by the sound of the rain.

The driver saw the situation and road conditions ahead and turned back. The cheap leather shoes started to walk back to the car, a pink splash of water was splashed, and then returned to the ground, to a place it had never heard of.

The black umbrella avoids the crowd, it is a retrograde, a retrograde who chooses to escape.

The driver walked back to the car and reported to Zhang Yan what he had seen and heard in a low voice, "Mr. Zhang, there was a chain reaction ahead. Given the current road conditions, I estimate it will take a long time before the road is open to traffic."

"understood."

Zhang Yan had a blank expression on his face. He always showed only two expressions to others: blank expression and a little tired.

There was no sound coming from the vehicle. Rain was hitting the window glass. The wipers didn't have time to wipe the water off the windshield, so the driver simply turned off the car.

During the long wait, the driver found that the sock on his right foot was wet, probably because the sole was broken again. His cell phone lit up, showing that it was a call from his wife who was taking care of the children at home.

The driver secretly glanced at Zhang Yan in the back seat through the rearview mirror. He was wearing a seat belt and had his eyes closed, just like he had fallen asleep before. It was unclear whether he was really asleep or not.

The driver hung up the phone and switched to the WeChat interface to reply to his wife.

While the driver was typing with his head down, Zhang Yan opened his eyes and picked up his cell phone.

I sent a WeChat message to Lin Feng, "Doctor Lin, there was a car accident in the rain, but I'm fine, don't worry."

In the drawer of the study in Zhang Yan's home, the screen of a mobile phone lit up, indicating that there was a new WeChat message.

Three minutes after the message was sent, Zhang Yan realized what he had done and the withdrawal was no longer effective.

Looking at the WeChat chat interface, Zhang Yan found another person in the contacts, Dr. Zhai (Psychology).

"Doctor Zhai, I sent a message to Lin Feng again."