ex boyfriend broke my leg

It may be that I didn't eat strawberries in the end, and I fell ill when I came back. I had a fever, a headache, and I was so weak that I couldn't even get out of bed.After spending the whole night in bed in a daze, I really felt that my time was approaching.

Fortunately, I still have a life assistant. When I came in the morning, seeing that I was not in the right condition, I called a doctor for me.

But the doctor didn't come in the end, and two stretcher bearers came and took me to the base hospital.

This base is a military garrison. There are no ordinary residents. They are all soldiers. They are generally healthy and will not suffer from any diseases. Most of them were injured when they went out to fight. Basically, they will not be carried back), so there are very few outpatient clinics set up for daily medical treatment, and they are basically surgery.

I was carried to the hall and put down. At first, a little nurse came up to ask about the situation, and then there was no sound.

It’s already December, and the room temperature in the hall is not much better than outside. I was covered in a recycled military overcoat issued by a volunteer to keep warm, shivering and sweating.

My life assistant registered a number and went to queue, but the meat buns beat the dog and never came back! !

I feel that I have been abandoned, and feel drowsy that it should be as long as a century, I subconsciously touched my bosom, touched the life-saving pills I have always prepared, unscrewed them with shaking hands, took them out, and put them in my mouth For a long while, he hesitated whether to eat or not, but finally couldn't bear the discomfort, and swallowed a piece with difficulty.

I know that my condition today should not be the onset of the disease. The disease is just vomiting blood, but it does not cause headaches or fever, but I am afraid that it is other complications caused by the disease. The hospital can't cure it, and maybe even the investigation can't find it out.

After all, even I haven’t figured out what kind of disease it is. When I first found out the year before last, I went to many hospitals. They all said that I was in good health and I was not sick at all, so I couldn’t find it anywhere.

It was Wells. After I made a deal with him, he specially set up a medical team for my illness and treated me.

After developing some relief pills and that set of medical equipment, I saw a slight improvement.

But now the medical team is gone, the pills can no longer be produced, and the equipment is destroyed. I only have the only bottle of out-of-print medicine that I kept in my hand.

I also tried to analyze the structural components of this medicine by myself, but unfortunately, I couldn’t figure it out either. This medicine is as weird as my disease. I was busy developing a vaccine later, and I didn’t have time to study any pills.

The broken hair on my forehead was wet with my cold sweat. I capped the medicine bottle and stuffed it back into my arms, paralyzed and gasping for breath from exhaustion.

It's been a long time, but there is still no improvement, the headache is getting more and more painful, and the brain is beating non-stop.

I am a person with a strong sense of survival, like weeds, and I don’t want to die whenever I have the slightest chance.I don't want to end up not dying at the hands of a terminal illness, but dying of such a minor illness with a headache and brain fever! ! !

So much so that even if I am about to faint, I can vaguely grab someone's clothes and ask him to save me.

The man lifted off my military overcoat, revealing my pale, sweaty face like a water ghost. He seemed to be taken aback, touched my face in a panic and called my name.

Yo! !This is an acquaintance, there is salvation, there is salvation! ! !

My mind was chaotic and dizzy, and only this thought flashed through me, and I subconsciously grasped his hand tightly, as if grabbing a life-saving straw.

"Help me, I was wrong, I will never do bad things again..." I said nonsense.

I can't hear what the man said, in fact I don't know what I'm talking about.I just felt that he pushed my hand away, and I screamed anxiously. In fact, I tried my best to chase his hand in mid-air.

"Don't go, don't go, please!!"

That person left?That person left?

My hands are empty, just a cloud of air blown by the cold wind...

"Feng Yu, save me! Senior!!" I opened my eyes, and I was lying in the ward. Du Yun was awakened by me, and hurriedly stood up to check my situation.

"Are you okay?" He asked with concern, frowning, touching my forehead to test my temperature.

I rolled my eyes and looked at Du Yun. I was still in shock. I stared at his face for a long time without remembering who he was.

Only the name that was called out in the dream was in his mind, so he hesitated and asked tentatively: "Feng Yu?"

"Huh?" Du Yun was puzzled for a moment, then looked at the door and said, "Feng Yu has already left, why did you ask him to bring you here, okay, you made up so soon?"

He smiled and lightly tapped my shoulder lightly.

I looked at the door blankly, my mind was in chaos, and I just followed Du Yun's words and asked, "He's gone?"

"Yeah, I left after seeing your fever subside. Not long after I left, his artificial arm broke again, so I rushed to get it repaired." Du Yun poured a glass of water to help me up, and gave it to me to drink.

I mechanically took the water glass, raised my eyes to look at him, and asked stupidly: "Then who are you?"

Du Yun frowned and looked at me, looked me up and down, left, right, left, right, and right, and then pressed my forehead hard. I followed his movements and leaned back. The water in the glass almost spilled go out.

"I am your father!"

"Ah? I...?" Before I finished speaking, another person appeared at the door, wearing a white coat, long hair, glasses, and came in holding a folder.

Du Yun tilted his head and glanced at him, then turned around and rolled his eyes at me.

I:"?"

"Ah, Dr. Ying is awake."

He stood one meter away from my bed and stopped to look at me, smiling with squinted eyes.Inexplicably, I felt that there was a hidden knife in his smile, which made people uncomfortable, and I was a little resistant to him, so I didn't talk to him, and rolled Du Yun's rolled eyes at me intact.

He froze for a moment, then laughed again, touched Du Yun's arm, raised his eyebrows and said, "You're awake, should you follow me?"

Du Yun glanced at me, didn't move, just turned his back and said, "How's the result of his examination? Show me."

"His examination results haven't come out yet. Don't worry. I'm the attending physician. When the results come out, they will be sent to my desk as soon as they come out. If you ask me here, why don't you hurry up and tidy up my office."

Du Yun responded in a muffled voice.

The man turned around to leave, but when he saw Du Yun's response but didn't move, he turned around and said, "The lobby has received a new group of wounded, and the condition is not going to be delayed, so go and carry them first before coming to my office."

Du Yun responded in a muffled voice again, waiting for the sound of closing the door before heaving a long sigh.

He raised his hand and tucked the corner of my quilt, and explained: "I am under his command now, alas, I am under surveillance 24 hours a day, I have always wanted to see you, but the location of your laboratory is kept secret. I have never been able to find it Chance."

"Why did you suddenly have a fever again? How are you doing recently? Feel like you've lost weight again? Your illness... don't work too hard on the experiment, there are so many of them, it's not worth it..." Granny Du Yun said.

Someone knocked on the door again, reminding Du Yun to hurry up.

Du Yun rushed to the door and shouted: "Got it, don't knock!!"

"Okay, I'll go first. Anyway, I'll stay in the hospital and come to see you when I have time! Ring the bell and someone will come."

He raised his head and smiled at me, grinning with two dimples, and said shamelessly: "Call Dad and listen."

As if the six gods had returned to their place, I finally recognized him from my heart. Looking at his familiar smiling face, I was wronged and sad. With tears in my eyes, I threw myself into his arms and cried, "Du Yun, my The strawberries were trampled to pieces!!!!”