dark war

My eyes were swollen like two rotten peaches, and I felt like a bitch these two days, crying every now and then.It has been four days since his surgery, and the fat man said that Pokerfoil has passed the critical period, and today Yun Cai came to take off his oxygen mask.The stuffy oil bottle has also changed from three bottles of fluids per day to only one bottle of anti-inflammatory drugs per day.Poker bottle sleeps most of the time, and occasionally wakes up not very sober.The fat man said that he lost too much blood, and he had to recover for a few days.

I was boredly staring at his hanging bottle and counting the number of drips. Poker bottle moved his finger, followed by coughing a few times.I jumped up and leaned into his ear and said, "Qi Ling? Are you awake?" Poker Fing's eyelashes trembled, and he slowly opened his eyes. Seeing me smile, I touched him excitedly I didn’t know what to say but kept repeating his name, Qiling... Qiling... The next moment, Poker-Face suddenly struggled hard as if trying to avoid my hand, and then opened his eyes At that time, the kind of tenderness that I had just looked at me was gone, and my eyes were full of sadness.I understood instantly, he was still not sober when he opened his eyes for the first time, seeing my instinctive smile, his mind was completely clear now, probably because he remembered the reason why he was hospitalized, I smiled wryly, Poor oil bottle My heart is broken by me.

I have been praying to the heavens so that Poker-Face could wake up sooner. When my wish came true, I realized that it was not a good thing for him to wake up.The pain from the wound tormented him and he couldn’t fall asleep all night. I saw him curled up sideways (he couldn’t lie flat because of the back injury), clutching the corner of the quilt tightly with his hands, and occasionally groaned when he couldn’t help it. Twice.I told the fat man that it was too much, so give him an injection of painkillers.The fat man said that if he could hold back, it would be best not to hit him, as it would be detrimental to wound healing.When Pokerfing heard this, he shook his head and said, no, he can bear it.

In the evening, Pokerfase developed a high fever of 38.9 degrees. I was in a hurry, but the fat man was calm. He said that it would be good if he had a fever for a week. If he had a fever just after the operation, it would be over.Yun Cai injected Poker Fever with an injection of antipyretics, and I covered him with two quilts (when he had a fever, he felt chills), I put my arms around his shoulders through the quilts, and told him, "Qi Ling, he will be fine in a while, I've already had an injection, so bear with it for a while." Poker was a little confused and started talking nonsense, he suddenly held my hand and said, "Wu Xie, don't hate me." I held back my tears and said, "I don't hate you, I don't hate you." Then he said, "Wu Xie, stop calling me, I threw away the card." "Wu Xie, I lied to you." "I don't want to go back to the United States, and I don't want to lie to you. "His voice was very small, and every word entered my ears clearly. I bit my lips and tears flowed down uncontrollably. What he said was not nonsense, but what was in his heart, which he had never been able to tell me.

I half-lyed on the edge of the bed, holding Poker Bottle in my arms. I don’t know when I became dazed. Maybe it’s because I’m too tired these days, so I slept until dawn in the morning.I touched the forehead of Boyou Fing, it was very cold and refreshing, I breathed a sigh of relief, covered him with a quilt and went to wash up.

Pan Zi brought the breakfast, and I said I had to go to see Poker Bottle, but the fat man stopped me and said, you eat first, or else he gets better, and I have to rescue you again.I said what about the stuffy oil bottle?The fat man said that the clouds have passed, don't worry!We definitely have more experience taking care of patients than you do.I reluctantly sat down and ate two mouthfuls before going to the ward of Poker Fase.

At the door of the ward, I saw Yuncai changing the dressing for Pokerfing. After wrapping up the gauze and fixing it with adhesive plaster, Yuncai smiled and said, "Okay! Do you want me to tie you a bow?" Pokerfing smiled. , Yun Cai helped him put on his clothes, and said, "You will feel better in two days, I will push you outside for a walk, have you been overwhelmed in these two days?" Poker-Face continued to smile and said, "It's a little bit." Yun Cai said, then I went out, do you want to lie down?Poker-Face shook his head, "I'm tired of lying down, I'll sit for a while." Yun Cai said yes, and then walked towards me, I had no time to hide, Yun Yun almost hit me, and said in surprise, "Angkor? Why don't you come in?" Before I had time to speak, Poker Face turned his head to look at me, and then lay down with his back to me.I thought about the clouds without thinking, and walked to Poker Face's bedside, and saw that his eyes were closed.I said, "Wake up? Are you better?" He still had his eyes closed, and I said, "You had a severe fever last night, but luckily it's gone now. Are you still feeling sick?" "Do you want something to eat?"" I..." No matter what I said, Poker-Face still closed his eyes and said nothing.I know he doesn't want to talk to me.I sighed, "Then you rest, I'll go out first. Call me if you have anything to do."

I sat beside the fat man dejectedly. The fat man was reading the newspaper and glanced up at me, "What's wrong?" I said, "He doesn't want to talk to me." The fat man sneered contemptuously, "Yes!" "Are you a friend? How do you talk?" The fat man said, "Why aren't you a friend? Did I ask you for Zhang Qiling's rescue fee? All the medicines were imported." I said, "Not even a cent." I miss you." The fat man said, "Leave the money thing aside, I'm almost at the point of saving his life, and when you sent him here, his heart stopped beating, don't you know? I'm not enough friends?" I felt wronged I had no choice but to give up, and the fat man said again, "You deserve it for ignoring you." I looked at him dissatisfied, and the fat man continued, "At best, he is deceiving your feelings, what about you? Point the muzzle at them, and the bullets will be worse." Two millimeters made his home in his heart. Shouldn’t you be ignored?” I said, I didn’t want to hurt him, and the fat man said, what are you doing with the gun?I have nothing to say after hearing that, yeah!What am I doing with my gun?What else can a gun do but kill?I can't wait to give myself two shots.