Jian An Kee

Ah, this appearance is so similar to that experience a few years ago.I thought in a daze.

I thought I was dead, because my heart was stagnant, my blood was not flowing, my hands and feet were cold and unconscious, and my body temperature gradually dissipated.I don't know how long later, I heard a "click", followed by a person's chuckle, someone opened my eyelids, and the strong light shining on the pupils hurt my eyes.

I conditioned myself to shrink back and wake up.

A hand pressed my arm, and the owner of the hand appeared in front of me.It was a completely unfamiliar face, wearing a blue sterilized mask, a white coat, and rubber gloves emitting a faint smell of sterilized water.

He twisted the lamp above his head and remained silent.

There was a tearing pain between the legs, it was extremely difficult to move the feet, and there was a burning sensation in the stomach from scratching.I grabbed the bed sheet under me with my hands, crying from the pain.

Regardless of the pain, I got up with my hands and asked him eagerly, "Where is my baby?"

Before the words were finished, the person in front of him suddenly walked away, and then completely disappeared into the surrounding darkness, leaving only the bright white light source above his head floating away in the ink-like darkness.

Trembling unconsciously from fear and confusion, I shrunk down and sat under the hospital bed, with my knees on my chin, trying to suppress the pain in my body.

This is where?Who is that person?Am I alive or dead?

When I looked up again, I found a figure standing on the edge of light and darkness.That strangely familiar feeling trapped me again, and I asked tremblingly, "Are you there?"

He turned around, his brows and eyes warm.

I was so happy that I struggled to stand up: "Du Minghan! Have you seen my child? How long have you been away..."

He approached me, bent down and gently picked me up and put me back on the bed, pulling the quilt for me.I tried to grab his hand, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't touch him.

He put his cold palm on my forehead and whispered to me: "Take a good rest, you should listen to the doctor."

Such a scene reminds me that in May of a certain year, at noon when the sun was the most abundant, in the ward of the inpatient department, he faced the transparent floor-to-ceiling windows and said the same words as me: "Take a good rest, you should Listen to the doctor."

I shook my head violently and said anxiously: "Can you take me out of here? I don't want to lie alone, I want to see my child."

He held my hand: "Keeping a distance from this child is a clear choice."

I wondered: "The baby is so small, how can he leave his parents?"

He sighed softly: "Then, I have nothing to do."

"Why do you say that, where have you been for so long?"

He shook his head, removed my hand incredibly quickly, and exited the light like a stage actor.

I tried to shake off this long, weird nightmare, but whether I bit my tongue or pinched my thigh, nothing changed except for equal amounts of pain.

Until another person walked into the aperture.It was a lady in a pink nurse uniform, holding a stainless steel medical tray in one hand and a drop bottle in the other.

"What are you going to do?" I looked at her warily.

Her lips were bright red, her eyes were bright, and she looked at me as if looking at a poor fool: "Didn't the patient just ring the bell on your bed to change the bottle?"

I curled up in a ball on the hospital bed and said tremblingly, "I'm not sick, and I don't need to hang the water, just let me go."

"What a childish patient. Although the symptoms of uterine bleeding have been relieved a lot, the inflammation still exists. I don't recommend you to leave the hospital now, and the doctor will not agree."

I tentatively asked cautiously: "Miss Nurse, where am I?"

The mocking look in her eyes disappeared, and she said in amazement: "Patient, you ask where this is? This is your own world."

I yelled and almost collapsed, am I delusional?Do you want to wake up tomorrow morning like Kafka and become a giant beetle?This is scary!

I tore off the infusion tube, jumped out of bed in a frenzy, and ran out of the light regardless of the nurse's obstruction.

The moment I stepped into the darkness with one foot, a familiar voice called me: "Alan."

When I looked back, the hospital bed, the shadowless lamp, and the nurse were all gone, replaced by a bed curtain with gorgeous golden tassels hanging down to my hand.

I took a sneak peek, and the hand was still the same, and it hadn't turned into an arthropod's claw.I was relieved, and then I was startled by a bearded man next to the bed.

He stared at me intently and asked, "Are you awake?"

I nodded, touched it, and was surprised to find that the whole body was naked under the quilt, a thick piece of white cloth was tied around the forearm, and there were bloodstains oozing faintly.

I was in a daze: "General, when did you come back? I seem to have given birth to the child."

He reached under the quilt to hold my hand, coughed lightly, and ordered to the maid beside the bed: "Bring the young master here."

Complete and irrepressible joy rose in my heart, and I held his hand tightly and asked him, "It's the first time I've seen him, General, does he look good?"

He slightly bent his mouth: "The little guy was born well, just like you."

The little guy who was wrapped in swaddling clothes and made strange babbling noises had red cheeks, wrinkled forehead, thick black fetal hair, strong arms and legs, and a slightly pursed mouth from time to time.I can't help but look crazy.

"Your eyes are so beautiful, just like your father." I bowed my head and said to the baby in my arms.

He inherited the olive green eyes from his father, the emerald water color, like the green mountains reflected in the water, there are ripples when shaking.She is simply a little angel, especially when she smiles with her eyes closed.

"General, look—" I couldn't help but act coquettishly showing off.God, my son is so cute, I'm so amazing!

He glanced at my smug face with some hesitation, got up and straightened his cuffs, and said, "It's good to have a rest, the child will be brought to the room every day for you to see."

I handed the baby to the nurse at the side, put on the jacket and asked him, "What's wrong with you?"

He stroked his mustache—unknowingly his beard had grown enough to cover the long scar on his chin—and replied irrelevantly: "Just wake up."

After he left the room, I sent someone to send Huzhu.The little girl's face was swollen and her complexion was not very good. When she saw me, tears were streaming down her face: "Miss, you are awake."

I smiled and shook her hand: "Don't get excited, can I ask you a few questions?"

She promised in a low voice, and I asked, "Pearl, how long have I been lying down?"

"Today is the eighth day of February."

I was surprised, "There are five days? So the child has passed the three dynasties?"

She nodded: "Miss, when you had abdominal pain that day, Steward Shen hurriedly informed General Sun, but when he came back, you were already in a coma... Fortunately, the doctors brought by General Sun are very powerful, you woke up, little The son is fine now."

I was very weak, touched the sweat on my forehead, and said: "Yes."

I said again: "I'm so hungry, Pearl, I want to eat chicken legs!"

She looked distressed: "But... the doctor told you that you haven't eaten for five days, so you have to eat some light food first to whet your appetite, not greasy food."

"Then serve me a bowl of porridge, hurry up."

"No, servant girl will go now."

The house was empty, and all the maids had retreated.The veil under the pillars flutters in the wind, like jellyfish swimming leisurely in the tide of space.The sun's rays extend outside the corridor, and you can feel the temperature of the air when you stretch out your hand.It wasn't until this moment that I finally realized that I had returned from the dead.

Pearl went away for a long time, she moved the small table by the bed with a little difficulty and put it in front of the bed, and then put the tray she brought in, waited for me to wash my hands, and kept silent awkwardly and nervously throughout.

I fiddled with the white porridge in the bowl with a spoon, lost my appetite for some reason, took the tea and rinsed my mouth: "You go down first, after a stick of incense, come clean up."

She silently kowtowed and backed out.

In the evening, a group of doctors in white gowns and kerchiefs came to ask for my pulse. The old female doctor took my pulse and whispered to the person on the other side of the screen for a long time.

I said, "Remove the screen."

The female doctor's face was full of embarrassment, and I was impatient: "Don't make me angry."

She humbly promised.

The screen was removed, and the man who was sitting sideways on the other side raised his head, then got up and bowed to me: "I have seen Madam."

I couldn't help raising my eyebrows: "You were there on the day the baby was born."

When he smiled, the pair of slightly squinted eyes on his handsome face contained too many unspeakable meanings.

Sun Quan came over once near midnight. At that time, I was sitting in the middle of the bed with my eyes wide open, and found his shadow reflected on the bed curtain by the candlelight. When I opened the bed curtain, I was shocked: "Haven't you rested yet?"

I fiddled with my hair, looked up at him with a weird smile on my head.

He seemed a little anxious, sat down and put his arms around my shoulders, and called me louder: "Alan, are you feeling well?"

I pretended to be weak and lowered my voice so as to look even more miserable and helpless: "The general doesn't want me? Leave me alone for a whole day..."

He was even more unprincipled than I thought. He lost his temper when he heard such a sad tone: "Alan, why do you say that? I just want you to have a good rest."

I didn't shed a single tear, I buried my head on his shoulder, with a crazy smile on the corner of my mouth.

"Then you tell me what happened before, everyone refuses to tell, the mystery is annoying to death." I didn't let him get up, with infinite resentment in my throat.

His breathing became rapid, he patted my back clumsily, and said hesitantly: "It's nothing, you're overthinking. Alan, you're still in confinement, you must take a good rest and don't bother too much. "

I turned my head away with a cold face, "General, what do you mean?"

He sighed heavily, tucked my quilt back in, and stood up.I bit my lower lip and looked at him, and the hesitation in his eyes faded the moment he turned around.