XNUM X night

Am I never going to be able to draw again?

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On the mechanical dial on Ye Wanhui's left wrist, the shortest pointer has turned 90 degrees clockwise.He raised his head and stared blankly at the brightly lit operating room.He was rich and powerful, and he would never show such a worn-out look in front of others.The female assistant named Xiaoxiao stood quietly on the other side of the operating room, occasionally looking out the window with a worried face.

"Mr. Ye, don't worry too much. The man in the operating room is already the best doctor in this hospital. We have to trust him." Xiaoxiao handed Ye Siran a bottle of mineral water, and also kindly helped him unscrew it bottle cap. "Xiaoye, the injury on your body..."

Ye Sizan's side face was stained with blood, and the back of his hand was already blacked out a lot.But this person stood quietly by the side, refusing to speak, as if he didn't feel the pain.

"Xiaoran?" Ye Wanli gently pushed his shoulder.

"Ah?" Ye Siran finally came back to his senses, his bewildered expression made people feel distressed.

"Are you okay? How about letting Xiaoxiao take you to treat the wound on your body first?"

"It's okay, mine are just skin trauma, it's not a problem." When Ye Siran opened his mouth, he realized that the right corner of his mouth had been completely torn, and when he moved a little, the bloody wound seemed to be bitten by hundreds of millions of ants generally.Itches and hurts.

When Xiaohan rushed from the studio to the hospital, it was past 11pm, and the operation was still not over.In order not to affect the rest of other patients on the same floor, she had no choice but to suppress the emotions that were about to explode, and stood by the window, blowing the cold wind in the winter night with red eyes.

This feeling is really tormenting, Ye Siran recited silently in his heart countless times, hoping that God of Death will have a little compassion and not take away his most important person.

Another 40 minutes later, at 23:56, the lights in the operating room went out with a "snap".

The door of life and death was finally pushed open from inside, Ye Siran frowned subconsciously as he watched the face that he would never forget in this life gradually appear in his field of vision.

Sang Yintian's eyes were tightly closed, and the wound on his face seemed to have been treated with alcohol by the nurse, without the disgusting blood clots seen before.Even so, Ye Siran could still see clearly the side of Sang Yintian's neck, where there was a suture incision nearly 3 centimeters long.Bloody threads intertwined in his flesh and blood.

The silver pendant also seemed to have been lost in the previous fight, and Sang Yintian's neck was empty.

Of course, this is only where he can see with his eyes.

"The operation was a success. If it was delivered half an hour later... I'm afraid—" the consequences would be disastrous.The doctor in protective clothing finally took off his mask, and the strangle marks on the bridge of his nose were clearly visible.

It was obviously good news, but Ye Siran couldn't hold back his emotions any longer, moved his already numb left foot, and rushed towards it out of control.But on the way, he was stopped by Ye Wanli. "Xiaoran, calm down first, Sangsang is seriously injured."

Ye Siran just froze in place, his eyes were a little empty, as if his entire soul was forcibly pulled away, and finally got lost in this rainy night.His eyes were fixed on Sang Yintian's eyelids, as if the person would really disappear in the next second.Xiaohan finally breathed a sigh of relief, walked to Ye Siran's side, and patted him on the back lightly. "It's okay...it's okay...it's okay...it's okay." In the end, Xiaohan's forehead subconsciously pressed against Ye Siran's arm, crying so painfully.

Ye Siran finally sighed, raised his left hand, stroked the girl's back, then leaned against the wall expressionlessly, listening to Ye Wanlu's conversation with the chief surgeon.

"Doctor, Sangsang...how is the patient's condition?" Ye Wanhui frowned, looking at the person on the bed with some distress, "Don't worry, we don't have any worries about the cost of treatment. It is the best and most expensive for him. It doesn't matter if the medicine is available. If there is a need for medical equipment, I will find someone to add a few more right now."

"Mr. Ye, don't be nervous. The patient's operation was very successful, and he will wake up when the anesthetic wears off completely. But—"

"But what?!" Ye Sizan was stunned for a moment, his right arm was trembling.

"During the operation, I discovered that...his body had multiple fractures and fractures, especially in the two arms, the elbow and the wrist. When an ordinary person with a sound mind falls down the stairs, the first reaction is to use himself. This is a subconscious action. The situation was urgent at the time, and the reason why the patient did this was to minimize the impact on the head, which really bought us enough time."

"Leaving aside the rupture of the tendons in the fingers of both hands, the bones of his right wrist and elbow are too seriously damaged. I'm afraid..." The chief surgeon suddenly sighed, showing a regretful expression, "I'm afraid there will be sequelae in the future."

"Sequelae... What kind of sequelae will there be?" Xiaohan took a step forward, clasping her hands tightly against her chin.

"Don't worry too much, the patient is still young, and the dead bones can grow back, but..."

"But what!"

"The impact caused permanent damage and compression to the muscles and sensory nerves... These may accompany him for the rest of his life. But you can rest assured that if the recovery effect is good later, it will not affect his normal life."

There was a "thump" in Ye Siran's chest, as if something more important had fallen into the bottomless, dark abyss.Obviously this is the second good news I heard from the doctor, but everyone present still couldn't relax.

Xiaohan couldn't help but turn her eyes red, covered her mouth, turned her head and squatted down, hugged her body tightly with her arms, and forced herself not to make any sound.

"He..." The chief surgeon looked regretful, took a deep breath, looked down at Sang Yintian who was in a coma, and shook his head. "I remember he was a famous painter, right? What a pity."

"Doctor, I, Ye Siran, have never begged anyone since I was a child, but this time..." Ye Siran's legs softened, and he knelt on the ground with his knees, his eyes were dead silent, as if he couldn't afford a little ripple Like a swamp, the eyes are covered with horrible red bloodshots, it seems that these beautiful eyes can be swallowed up in a few minutes.Ye Siran's voice was very hoarse, extremely unpleasant. "I beg you, please fix his right hand. He's a painter...he's a very good painter..."

Ye Sizan closed his eyes, he didn't even dare to imagine.For a person as proud and outstanding as Sang Yintian, when he knew that he would never be able to pick up his favorite paintbrush from now on, how desperate his eyes should be.

"please……"

"Please. Doctor, help him..."

Just help me.I can't lose him.

"After all, domestic medical conditions are limited. If it's really not possible, you can also go abroad to try. What I just said are only potential risks, not absolute."

Ye Siran lost his mind a long time ago. At this moment, only Sang Yintian was thinking about it. The doctor standing in front of him opened his mouth to say something to him, but he couldn't hear clearly.The white cold light in the hospital corridor was like a catalyst, making Ye Siran bend over and retch several times.

Ye Wanlu dragged Ye Siran to the stool next to him, and pressed his shoulder firmly. When Ye Siran was on the verge of collapse, fortunately someone stopped him.Ye Wanlu nodded to the doctor, and then watched Sang Yintian being pushed into the ICU intensive care unit.

This night, Ye Siran stood in the corridor outside the monitoring room all night, but he didn't feel cold.

In the early morning of the next day, Sang Yintian was successfully transferred from the ICU to the general ward.It is still raining heavily today, even if the curtains are drawn, the window is still foggy.When Sang Yintian woke up, it was just after 12 noon.

The anesthetic had dissipated, and his whole body was in severe pain, and his right arm was covered with a thick plaster cast. With a little force, a layer of cold sweat oozed out of Sang Yintian's forehead.

This is... a hospital?I remembered, at Ye Siran's concert yesterday, someone pushed him down the stairs, and after that... I can't seem to remember.

"Hiss..." Sang Yintian's temples began to hurt again and again.He took a deep breath and turned his eyes, and his eyes fixed on Ye Sizan who was lying on the bedside.The little finger also subconsciously sticks gently on the back of Sang Yintian's hand, everything is so careful.

Looking to the side, you can see the light-colored single sofa in the corner and the fruit basket on the table.

"Uh..." It's really embarrassing.Sang Yintian smiled weakly, not intending to wake up the sleeping person.

goo—

Oops, it seems that I woke up at the wrong time, and my empty stomach screamed a few times in vain.Sang Yintian was ashamed and wanted to cover her face with the quilt.

"Sangsang..." Hearing this extremely weak voice, Ye Siran slowly raised his head and half-closed his eyes to look at the person on the bed, thinking that he was dreaming.After being dazed for a few seconds, Ye Siran suddenly opened his eyes wide, raised his arms and rubbed his eyes vigorously. "Sangsang? You finally woke up!! How is it? Is there any discomfort? Does the wound still hurt? Are you hungry?"

"Hmm..." Sang Yintian didn't know which question to start answering for a moment, his voice was too soft, and he tried hard to twitch the corners of his mouth as if he was afraid that Ye Siran might not hear it, and finally showed an ugly smile . "pain……"

"Lie down and don't move, I'll call the doctor!"

"Don't..." Sang Yintian wanted to reach out to grab Ye Siran's hand, but unfortunately he couldn't, since that person was standing less than half a meter away from him.Sang Yintian couldn't raise his hand, so he hesitated for half a minute, and looked away with dark eyes. "I... don't want to see anyone now. Si Ran, can you not go to the doctor... It's enough for you to stay with me."

For the first time, Ye Siran saw in Sang Yintian's eyes... inferiority complex.

"Okay, I'm not going anywhere, I'll just be by your side." Ye Sizan sat back on the stool again, and tapped Sang Yintian's nose lightly with his fingertips.

On the second day of the operation, Sang Yintian was only briefly awake for a few hours. In the evening, Ye Siran accompanied him to watch the sunset in Xicheng, told him a few boring fairy tales, and finally tried everything Ways to coax him into taking lots of bitter, hard pills.

Ye Siran saved the music she wrote in her mobile phone, deliberately put on a proud look, and played it for Sang Yintian to listen to.But within a few minutes, the person on the bed began to squint his eyes and fell asleep drowsily. When he woke up again, it was already noon on the third day.

Because of the side effects of the medicine, Sang Yintian became more and more drowsy, and sometimes Ye Wanlu came to visit, and what he saw was that peaceful and gentle sleeping appearance.

Ye Siran also started to accompany him, sometimes bending over and lying on his bedside in a daze, fearing that he would accidentally touch the wound on Sang Yintian's body, he would often put his arms under his head and wait until he felt numb. Pull it out again when the time is right, and swing it twice in mid-air.Sometimes he folded his hands in front of his chest and curled up on the sofa in the corner, and occasionally let out a soft hum, as if he had a terrible nightmare.

Every night, the light and shadow of the floor lamp cast on the sofa. This 1.8-meter-five-meter-tall boy nestled in the corner, frowned from time to time, and occasionally called Sang Yintian's name, and finally woke up in the early hours of the morning, panting heavily. Bu rushed to the hospital bed, staring at Sang Yintian's face with pity.

Sit until dawn the next day.When Sang Yintian opened his eyes, all the exhaustion seemed to be swept away. Ye Sizan would smile at him, and finally stretched out his hand to shave the bridge of Sang Yintian's nose and said, "Good morning."

A few days after that, Ye Siran no longer appeared at Xicheng Conservatory of Music, he was admitted to the hospital with Sang Yintian like a lost soul.The oral test for admission went well and fully met Curtis's rigid requirements.For this reason, Sang Yintian even praised him specially, his voice was hoarse, sounding like a duck.

"Don't want to hear it? Then I won't talk about it in the future." The person lying on the bed got angry and turned his head away from Ye Siran.

"Don't, don't, even if your voice is like a duck, I still love to hear it. Tonight, you can tell me a bedtime story, okay?" Ye Siran hurried to the hospital bed, feeling aggrieved Staring at Sang Yintian's eyes, and finally kissing his eyes over and over again.

"You boy... you still despise me now?" Sang Yintian's eyes darkened, he didn't know what he was looking at, and when the topic changed, his tone also disappeared. "Si Ran, you... haven't practiced the piano for a long time."

"Why did you suddenly mention this? Okay, just take good care of your body, and don't worry about other things. I assure you, I will never miss every violin lesson. By the way, Sangsang, do you know I know you haven't called me puppy for a long time..." I miss it.

"No matter how you look at it now, I am miserable..."

"Uh..." Ye Siran turned around suddenly, her eyes were very red, and she desperately bit the corner of her mouth.

The day Ye Siran received the offer from the Curtis Institute of Music, she was actually not happy.He stood outside the ward in a daze for a long time, finally took a deep breath, pushed open the door, and held up the letter in his hand with a smile on his face. "Look, Sangsang! I got an offer from Curtis! Am I super powerful!" Ye Sizan sniffed and raised her eyebrows, "Tell me, how are you going to reward me?"

Sang Yintian was still half lying on the hospital bed, smiling non-stop with the corners of his eyes bent. "My boyfriend is amazing."

"It's gone?" If it was changed to before, Sang Yintian would definitely celebrate Ye Siran in the most special way, maybe draw a picture for him, or take him to the city center as before Best restaurant for a candle light dinner.But now, he can laugh, but only laughing is left.And this smile is full of unspeakable scars.

"My current pair..." Sang Yintian opened his mouth, but Ye Siran interrupted him in the middle of the conversation.

"Forget it, for the sake of your illness, you should owe it first. When you get better later, you can make it up to me. I'll go to the supermarket downstairs and buy you some fruits you like to eat." Ye Siran said everything in one breath, and finally opened the door and walked out.The moment the door was closed, his back leaned against the wall and slowly, slowly, slid down.

Fortunately, Sang Yintian did not reject the follow-up treatment. Half a month later, under the doctor's advice, he removed the iron plate wrapped around the leg to fix the bone growth.This was the first time Sang Yintian stood up again by himself. With Ye Siran's support, he walked slowly to the window, and stretched out his hand to push it open.

This is his 30th day in the hospital. This winter, it really snowed heavily.

Maybe it's because he hasn't seen snow for too long, Sang Yintian smiled and made noise like a child, seeming to have forgotten all the unpleasantness before.He turned his head and patted Ye Siran's shoulder lightly, and looked down at his right hand which was in plaster.There are cartoon characters drawn by Ye Siran with watercolor pens a few days ago.

It's ugly.Not pretty at all.Sang Yintian looked at the shadows of the two people reflected on the glass window, and couldn't help sighing.

It's ugly.

"Siran..." Sang Yintian's voice was still very soft, with weakness visible to the naked eye.

"Ok?"

"Am I..." Sang Yintian paused, turned his head and looked at the snow outside the window and smiled, the burning flames in his pupils stopped beating. "Am I not going to be able to draw anymore?"