Glory of the King White Magpie fan: The disease is called love

Qin Huan's posthumous writing is very simple. The pen is the tip of the pencil he broke off from the writing board held by the nurse. It is not easy to hold, so the handwriting is not as beautiful as his usual, and the writing is crooked. If it is too light, it is even more difficult to identify, but it can still be vaguely understood.

He said: I don't want to forget him, just like he forgets me.

That small piece of paper must have been stolen by someone unprepared, it was no bigger than a palm, and half of the paper was covered with blood.

As a medical student, I used the staples I broke off from my notebook to smooth out the epidermis, dermis, fat layer, tendon sheath, tendon, and then find the arterial wall... It was actually surprisingly simple.

He didn't even need to take his hand out of the bed and hold it under the lamp to watch the operation with his eyes. By the time a large area of ​​blood dripped down the bed sheet and was seen... it was already too late.

He closed his eyes, his face was always fair, as if he just fell asleep.

When Li Bai lifted the sheet covering his delicate facial features, he closed his eyelids, just like what he had seen countless times in the past ten years, his sleeping face was peaceful and serene.

The continuously falling liquid fell like raindrops on his fair face bit by bit, slid down his cheeks, and disappeared into his temples.

Li Bai lowered his head, pressed his forehead against his cold forehead as in the past, and called softly as in the past: "Ah...Ah...Ah..."

However, in eternity and eternity, there will never be another person who opens his black and white eyes, frowns slightly in arrogance and impatience, and replies softly with a little bit of reproach, a little bit of shyness, and a little bit of suppressed tenderness: " What's wrong?"

From the throat to the stomach, from the brain to the heart, as if being burned, it was so hot that it suffocated.

Li Bai's embarrassing lips, stained with tears, trembled slightly as they fell on his forehead... he couldn't say another word.

Zhuang Zhou said: "The last time I invited you here...his father signed the consent form for lobotomy surgery...After the operation, he will forget everything and stay quietly...like...vegetative Ah Xu is a medical student...he naturally understands what this operation...means...I, a little selfish...want him to see you for the last time, then...I told you, it was too late... ..."

"Li Bai...it's too late..."

"It's...too late."

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Qin Huan stared at the snow-white roof of his ward, gently clenched his hands over the staples with his body temperature, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

The man's sunny and handsome features appeared in front of him.

He remembered that his face was flushed, but he mustered up the courage to look at him with a hint of arrogance, and said loudly: "Ah Huan, I like you...you know that? It's that kind of liking!"

The street lamp behind him made his hair a bit transparent, and the tall figure seemed to be coated with a holy halo.

look……

Li Bai...

Until the last breath of life.

I still won't forget you.

The pain that cuts through the flesh layer by layer is like the first time he had a substantial intimate relationship with him. The pain makes people tremble all over the body, but from the pain, I can feel a trace of sweet tension and excitement .

Neither of them had any experience at that time, but Qin Huan didn't cry out in pain from the beginning to the end.

Because they are in love, they want their lover to get more pleasure from their own body. He never even mentioned to him why he went to the hospital alone afterwards in embarrassment.

Because you know he will blame himself and heartache, right?

Qin Huan thought of his nervousness and bewilderment that time, and the curve of his lips became wider. That smile was called happiness.

At the last second before his brain stopped working, he wanted his figure to still be printed in his mind.

……

When the red Ferrari stopped at the entrance of the Fourth Hospital, the young nurses in the hospital building crowded around the window excitedly, watching the door of the luxury sports car open sideways, stretching out a slender leg.Both the shoes and the dress were very elegant.

But the handsome facial features of the man who got out of the car were dignified, as if frozen.

Han Xin stretched out his hand to fasten a button of his suit on his chest, turned to look at the towering hospital building, and sighed slightly.

Who would have thought that a ruffian who was the least educated, incompetent, and free in junior high and high school ended up working in a rigorous financial industry with little success?

That red hair was naturally dyed black long ago, with a neat shaved hairstyle, but the wild and domineering expression in his eyebrows and eyes remained the same as before.

Zhuang Zhou had already been waiting for him.

After he appeared, he led him to a place. Through the window glass, the two of them looked at the garden downstairs, and a thin man in a hospital gown sat alone on a bench on one side.

The man quietly stared at the bare branches of the tree in front of him without a single leaf.

The sun shone on him, with exquisite and handsome features, and a happy smile on his lips.

After a long time, the man turned his head to look at the air on the other side of the bench, and said softly with a doting smile, "Look, I told you that the weather is very good today...don't be bored in the room all the time. It's going to be moldy."

The empty air naturally wouldn't give him any response.

The man didn't care much, he looked away, looked into the distance and smiled softly: "Ah Huan, someday... shall we go to Las Vegas again? I want to eat the vanilla ice cream you ate that day... Sure enough, vanilla tastes better than chocolate." He was surprised by something again, turned his head and continued to look at the air and asked, "Huh? Are you going back now?" He smiled, and put on a coquettish tone In a soft voice, he said softly, "Ah Huan... just sit with me for a while... Just 5 minutes, okay?"

"You don't need to say anything...just bask in the sun with me, Ah Huan, please..."

"Stay with me for another 5 minutes..."

……

Han Xin closed his eyes, sighed deeply, and asked after a long time, "Has he always been like this?"

Zhuang Zhou's face was pale, and he tried to pull the corners of his mouth with difficulty, but in the end he gave him a smile that was uglier than crying: "A serious fantasy... In his world, Ah Huan is still alive."

Han Xin said in a deep voice, "Is there no treatment plan?"

Zhuang Zhou looked at Li Bai who was sitting alone in the chair basking in the sun again, and said with a wry smile: "Maybe for him...he doesn't want to live in a reality where he is no longer..."

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White magpie: The name of the disease is love.The full text is over.

The author has something to say:

My name is Qin Huan, I am sick, and the name of my illness is love.

My medicine is called Li Bai, unfortunately... I lost him with my own hands.

My name is Li Bai, I am sick, and the name of my illness is love.

My medicine is called Qin Huan, but unfortunately...he is no longer here.

Regarding lobotomy and frontal lobotomy, it used to be the ultimate means of treating severe mental illness. It was relatively extreme. It was abolished as early as around the 50s, and it was mentioned in some film and television works, such as Jean Leno's "You Ya" "Shut up", and "One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest", in the movie, patients who undergo this kind of surgery will become "vegetables", "vegetables" and "fools"... This kind of inhumane surgery does not exist in our country. The plot needs it here, so everyone Don't look into it~