Eat while hot

Although this patient has no family members, the men who come to see him every day don't wear heavy clothes. They don't need to ask, and they know that they are gangsters.

But there are only two or three people who come to see him in a day. I guess this person is not a very important role in it, he should be just a little guy.

No. 13 days after Yang Moshu gave him a massage, a lot of people suddenly came to Ward 250.

Standing outside the ward in the darkness, with a stern face and a stern expression.

Yang Moshu walked in with books and food as usual, but before he could go in, he was stopped by a doctor at a distance of 30 to [-] meters from the door.

The voice of the doctor and nurse was inaudible, "They are all a group of desperadoes, what are you doing together? Stay away if you can."

Yang Moshu's eyelids twitched violently, "Is he awake?"

"Are you awake? He can't wake up. People in a vegetable state rarely wake up for more than six months. What's more, this person has been in bed for two years. He should lie in bed for the rest of his life. Enough."

Yang Moshu didn't speak any more, and stood silently on the periphery of the crowd, watching the commotion at the door.

A handsome man came out of the door, with a gentle temperament and a delicate face that made people unable to take their eyes off.

Yang Mo wrote that the man was surrounded by others and left, "Who is he?"

"Who knows who he is, he is not a good person anyway, just go to your class well, don't be curious about those useless ones, you can go in after they are gone."

After talking about these doctors and nurses, they left, leaving only Yang Moshu standing there alone, holding a bunch of things, watching the man and the people around him turn their heads slightly, pursing their lips and smiling slightly.

It seems that no one in the hospital is interested in this kind of scene, except Yang Moshu.

So he became a unique existence in this blackness, the only one point of whiteness, standing on the edge, watching them recede little by little, leaving no one behind.

The doorway was empty again.

Yang Moshu stepped into the door, put his things on the table beside the hospital bed, and looked at the person on the bed.

As usual, a dead face.

A younger brother came in with a basin of warm water, saw Yang Moshu, and discussed with a smile, "Dr. Yang, you're here for a massage again, that's just right, you can wipe it off by the way, I think you're very meticulous in your work..."

Yang Moshu looked at that person for a while, "Okay, let it go."

"Oh, thank you so much, then I'll go out to smoke a cigarette and I'll be back in a while."

Yang Moshu didn't answer, he lowered his head and lifted the blanket, and began to unbutton the patient's body.

Yang Moshu's hands trembled a little as he untied it.

There were no less than ten stab wounds on the chest, abdomen, and waist. They were all scars with a diameter of five centimeters. The texture was broken, dark and hideous, showing the tragedy of the past.

Bai Jing's fingers touched the uneven and necrotic parts carefully, and finally stopped at the scar on the lower right of his chest. Yang Moshu felt lingering fear,

"You almost died... If you go a little higher, you'll be pierced into the heart."

The patient was lying on the bed, quietly, without any reaction.

Yang Moshu straightened his back, twisted the towel out of the basin, and talked to him while wiping his body.

After all, vegetative people have a stimulating reaction to hearing. Anyway, no one usually chats with him. Talking to him and telling stories by himself may help him wake up.

Although it's been so long...the hope is so slim.

"Who was that person who came here just now? He looks pretty good..." Yang Moshu picked up the patient's arm and wiped it carefully, "Is it your boss? serve."

After wiping his arms, Yang Moshu began to wipe his legs again, "Did you get stabbed like this because of him? Otherwise, why would such a person come to see you..."

Then he stared at himself, "It can't be that he made you like this, in fact, you are the boss, and then he usurped the throne..."

After wiping his legs, Yang Moshu supported the patient's upper body and turned him over carefully, "This possibility is very small, if he harmed you, he would not come to see you with such fanfare, and, seeing how you look, you should It's not the boss, it may be the bodyguard."

……

"Really, you look like you are in your twenties, what are you doing in the underworld..."

"After waking up, look for a job seriously, and then find a wife to live a good life. It's too unstable to fight and kill all day."

"Don't look for a wife... It's okay to find a man... You are so skinny and don't have any muscles. Be a little shou and find a husband to treat you well..."

……

After Yang Moshu finished wiping, he looked around and found no one, so he leaned into the patient's ear, "Why don't you be my wife, and I'll treat you well. Although I like tall and strong, you are tall anyway. When you wake up, I will take you to the gym and do muscle recovery training, and you will be able to practice soon..."

After talking about these, Yang Moshu felt that he was too unethical, like a pervert caring about a vegetative patient, but in a blink of an eye, he thought, if he could wake up the vegetative mania, would he be able to make up for it?

When everything was done, Yang Moshu remembered that the pancakes he had brought hadn't been eaten yet, so he hurried to bring them over, only to find that the pancakes were completely cold.

Yang Moshu sat on the edge of the bed and began to eat cakes,

Shaking his head while eating,

"Hey, you really have to eat it while it's hot..."

The following days with vegetative people are no different from usual.

It is still a daily massage, but apart from the massage, Yang Moshu spends more and more time in this ward. Even when he is not working, Yang Moshu does not go back to the office, but directly comes to this ward to read and rest.

Air-conditioning desks are all available here, and the most important thing is cleanliness.

Colleagues are also used to it, and they come here to find him whenever they have something to do. The 250 nurse seems to be very happy. After all, it is boring enough to guard a vegetable all day long. If you come to a doctor, you can go out and be lazy. a cigarette.

Yang Moshu enjoys his place, he doesn't want to sit on so many chairs, he just sits on the edge of the bed, or reads a book, or eats, and then talks to the vegetative people one after another.

Occasionally, the vegetative person would react by moving his fingers and frowning.

Yang Moshu liked to see how he frowned, as if there was a little helpless anger.

The weather was fine that day, with clouds covering half of the sky, and a faint cool breeze, not at all hot and humid like in the past.

Yang Moshu got up late in the morning, and finally got to the hospital to get his card. He didn't care to put on his white coat, so he ran upstairs with a hand-torn biscuit along the stairs.

The doctors and nurses were disinfecting the stairs, and there was a pungent smell of disinfectant everywhere.

The person going up the stairs had slender legs, took two steps at a step, panting slightly, with one or two crystal beads of sweat oozing from the tip of his nose.

Even so, when Yang Moshu reached 250, his hands were still cold.

The younger brother in the room looked tired, "Doctor Yang, you're here so early."

Yang Moshu calmed down for a while, "Oh, you were on duty here last night?"

The younger brother responded, and took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, "You came just in time, I'll go out to smoke a cigarette, so I'll be refreshed."

Yang Moshu nodded, and when the man went out, he picked up the bag containing the shredded biscuits with a dry towel and stuffed them under the blanket.

Then I felt my hands were cold, so I stuffed them in.

The heartbeat in the chest is strong, strong and steady.

Yang Moshu grinned, revealing a mouthful of white teeth,

"It's said that ten fingers connect to the heart. Do you think we are close to each other like this?"

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Yang Moshu felt his heart beat a little faster.

Withdrawing his hand, Yang Moshu sat by the bed and ate breakfast as usual.

The shredded biscuits are crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, golden and fragrant, and most importantly, they are steaming hot, which I like very much.

Yang Moshu just likes hot things, and he also likes this warm vegetative person. He likes to cover his hands and food on him when he has nothing to do, study every scar on his body, and make up every story behind it. Thinking this way, Yang Moshu I felt a little horrified.

I don't know if I'm too boring, or...too interested in vegetative people.

Yang Moshu ate the cake absently, only hearing the voice at the door as if he had seen a ghost.

"Xu...Brother Xu..."

Yang Moshu turned his head, "My surname is Yang."

The little brother at the door froze, glanced at Yang Moshu, and then pointed to the side.

Yang Moshu tore a piece of cake, followed the little brother's fingers and turned to look over.

The patient on the bed opened his eyes and was looking at Yang Moshu.

The biscuit in his mouth fell on his pants with a clatter, staining a piece of fabric.

Yang Moshu was used to seeing this person sleeping deeply, and he also imagined in his mind what it would be like if this person opened his eyes.

But looking into his eyes now, Yang Moshu felt that the heat on this man's body only stopped there, the boiling water condensed into ice beads, and there was a black and cold hard light, and his anger and hatred could not be concealed.

This feels very dangerous, as if watching the fire from the other side before, but now it is burning directly in front of your eyes.

Yang Moshu got out of bed uncontrollably, clutched the pancake tightly and hid behind,

Seeing that the man was fierce, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't sit up.

The little brother came back to his senses, and hurried up to help,

"Brother Xu...fuck...I'm not dreaming...you've been lying there for two years...fuck...someone! Brother Xu woke up!"

Xu Wanhe's body was very weak, and his complexion was extremely bad. Seeing that he supported the edge of the bed with both hands, and with the help of his younger brother, he finally sat up straight, so he raised his hand to point to Yang Moshu.

The younger brother looked at Yang Moshu, "Brother Xu, what do you want?"

Yang Moshu looked at him and handed over the cake in his hand, "Are you awake? Do you want to eat this?"

Xu Wanhe raised her head slightly, took a deep breath,

"...Damn it... Throw this dead talker out of me!"

The author says:

Kneeling and thanking girls for reminding, I sincerely thank and agree, when the author first wanted to set it, he guessed that there would indeed be a big common-sense BUG in vegetative people.

First of all, the vegetative person is aware of this BUG in his heart. Another example is that he can wake up after lying down for a long time, and the recovery time in the following article will not be too long, and he will not write sequelae.

But in fact, there will be more or less physical impairments, sequelae of aphasia, poor independent living ability, and mental impairment, especially mental retardation after lying down for a long time [scratching head], but this pit is originally for curing cannon fodder. On the other hand, the setting of a vegetative person cannot be changed, so the author will skip the common sense part and let Lao Xu restore his original appearance as soon as possible.

Kneeling and licking for the girl who was struck by lightning, [I'm really sorry, I'm really sorry]