A Lucky Coin

The anesthesia had completely passed, and the wound on his body began to hurt. Yan Hang was quite tolerable. This kind of pain was not too severe for him, but it couldn't last for a long time.

He has been trying to make himself fall asleep, adjust his breathing, slow down, and follow the rhythm, but he is still a little confused for a while, unable to really fall asleep.

Needles were stuck on the back of his left hand all the time, and it was a bit painful for him who had hardly been hung in the water.

From the back of the hand to the forearm is sore and swollen, and it is cold, and it will twitch uncontrollably.

At first he thought it was quite interesting, when he was lying on the bedside, his hand twitched, and he would reach out and tap on his fingertips, move again, tap again, he felt like he was fishing.

Shaking the bait, the little stupid fish came to touch it and then ran away.

He didn't realize something was wrong until the fish bit the hook, but he didn't dare to move.

After he walked out of the ward lightly and closed the door on the first day of the first lunar month, he sighed softly and turned his head back, his neck was sore.

In the last touch, it wasn't Chuyi's finger that touched his fingertips, it should be...his lips.

Although it is only a light touch, the different touch is quite obvious.

Yan Hang glanced at the door of the ward, then continued to close his eyes.

In the past, my father always said that you should be careful when fighting, and don't get too seriously injured, or you will lose half of your intelligence after the last general anesthesia.

He finds it funny every time he listens to it, but after experiencing it this time, he feels that his father who always talks nonsense may be telling the truth this time.

The anesthesia was over, but he still felt like his mind was muddled, and it was hard to think about anything.

Is intelligence halved?

In fact, it's okay. I used to have an IQ of [-], but now it's [-] percent off. She's still a genius.

Yan Hang smiled.

He can't remember many details of what happened yesterday, and he doesn't want to think about it too much. After all, he has grown up so much, and he was stabbed into the hospital for the first time when he faced someone whose strength was so different from his own.

The only thing that he remembers clearly is that he could react immediately at the same time as the collision, and felt that the right hand of the person behind him was raised. Fortunately, he was holding the phone in his left hand, and the right hand hanging by his side could be felt on his waist. At the moment of the sting, he grabbed the blade that hadn't completely penetrated the body.

After that, he couldn’t remember clearly. He didn’t notice that his waist was not stabbed. Almost every movement of the body required the strength of his waist. He didn’t fight hard and chose to protect himself.

But... what he didn't really want to understand was that other than the first knife, this person's subsequent actions were no longer lethal. Either this person was too inexperienced, or this person didn't think too much. heavy hands.

Why not play hard?

Why would an inexperienced person take the risk to fight him? If it wasn't for that phone call, this person wouldn't even be able to hurt him.

that call.

In the past two days, what he remembered most clearly was probably the call from the first day of junior high school.

To be exact, it was the phrase "I like you" on the phone in the first day of junior high school.

Although he has thought about this before, in his eyes, he has always been an ignorant child in the first day of junior high school, even if he is now almost 1.8 meters tall, even if he has the title of "Brother Dog" in school Yes, and still a silly kid.

He never expected to say such a sentence so suddenly and so bluntly in the first day of junior high school.

And he still hasn't figured out how to answer it.

If it were any other person, he would be done with a thank you.

But not on the first day of junior high school.

The first day of junior high school is different from anyone else, sensitive and inferior, cautious.

Saying "thank you" the same as others may be a blow to the first year of junior high school.

I like you.

Yan Hang changed the position of his left hand and put it on his stomach, feeling sore and uncomfortable.

Chuyi likes him, it's very obvious, he has always known that Chuyi likes him, just like he also likes Chuyi very much, he will find Chuyi very funny and cute, and he will feel distressed when he is wronged.

But the first day of junior high school is a silly dog, which is also very obvious.

He couldn't be sure that he didn't know the difference between liking and liking in the first grade of junior high school.

The first day of junior high school can even be regarded as basically having no normal emotional interaction with anyone, no affection for family and friendship...

At such times, Zhou Chunyang said that he was gay and liked men.

Within two days, I said "I like you" on the first day of junior high school.

Is this a psychological hint or do you really know it?

It seems that Zhou Chunyang really needs to be beaten...

I like you.

Yan Hang tilted his head and lay down for too long, just like when he was insomnia all night, his whole body was sore no matter what position he was in, and now he was in such a position all day and night, it was going crazy.

So much so that he can't judge which one he likes in the first year of junior high school.

He has never liked anyone, and he thinks this girl is pretty and that guy is handsome, other than that, he basically doesn't have any other thoughts.

... But until he finds out what happened on the first day of junior high school, what happened to him is not important.

The ringtone of Chuyi's mobile phone came from outside the door.

When this kid went out, he was standing at the door, almost inseparable.

Yan Hang is also a little worried about his physical condition. Although he is a dog who has practiced boxing for a year, after all, he has not slept for two days and one night and still has a fever...

The door was pushed open, and Yan Hang continued to pretend to sleep with his eyes closed.

I can hear the first day of the junior high school walking to the bed very carefully: "Still sleeping...well, I see..."

Yan Hang opened his eyes a crack and snorted.

"I woke you up because I woke you up?" Chu Yi asked softly while looking at him after hanging up the phone.

"No," Yan Hang said, "I just woke up."

"Oh," Chu Yi smiled, "Uncle Cui said to help, please help me, if it's a vacation, let me buy it, buy a mobile phone."

"Are you paying?" Yan Hang yawned.

"...If I pay, if I pay for it," Chuyi said, "it's fine, you use it, are you used to old people's phones?"

"Get lost." Yan Hang said.

"Uncle Cui said you have money in your credit card." Chuyi opened the drawer of the bedside table and took out his wallet.

"Old Cui is inhumane," Yan Hang clicked his tongue, "He gave me a box of crayon sticks on my birthday and his mother took away six of them. Now that I'm disabled and strong, he is reluctant to give me one on his mobile phone."

"You don't have ambitions, how can you be strong?" Chuyi took out his card, "I had surgery with you yesterday, that person, yelling to come in, go, now people are leaving, slipping in the corridor , Da it."

"I'll show you one," Yan Hang smiled, "I want to lie on my side for a while, please help me."

"Okay." Chuyi walked to the side of the bed and put his hand under his back, "Don't force yourself."

Yan Hang didn't use his strength, and he slowly pushed him to lie on his side at first.

"It's quite strong." Yan Hang said.

"It's generally big," said the first day of the junior high school. "I'll transfer it to you. It's three hundred and sixty degrees. No problem at [-] degrees."

"Shut up." Yan Hang laughed twice.

"Three hundred and sixty, ten degrees." The first day of junior high school corrected it again.

"Go buy a mobile phone," Yan Hang said, "Go get something to eat by the way."

"Accompany the horse, I'll be there soon." The first day of the junior high school helped him pull up the quilt, "I'll go when he comes."

"Oh." Yan Hang lifted the quilt and reached in to try to tear off the clothes. The hospital gown was not elastic at all, it was still baggy. Just turning over like this, it was all twisted, and it was uncomfortable everywhere.

"Don't move." Chu Yi grabbed his wrist and carefully put him back on the bed.

"I have to pull my clothes and scratch it," Yan Hang said, "It's not that exaggerated, it's not like I broke my hand."

"You... are you pulling, pulling your clothes or scratching?" Chu Yi asked.

"Now I'm pulling clothes, and I may need to scratch it later," Yan Hang said, "I haven't scratched it since yesterday."

Standing behind him on the first day of the lunar new year, he couldn't see his expression, and it took a while to feel that he lifted the quilt.

The clothes were pulled very carefully. Yan Hang felt that the first day of junior high school was much more nervous than the injured person. Although he didn't want to say anything, but the clothes were so comfortable that his back immediately itch, and he couldn't wait for a second .

He had no choice but to say another sentence: "Itchy back, let's scratch it by the way, the kind that scratches hard."

"Oh." The first day of the junior high school responded, pulled up his clothes and stretched his hand in, swishing twice, "is it cruel enough?"

"...very ruthless," Yan Hang could feel his back getting a little hot, probably because he had been lying on his back for a long time and then grabbed again, "Two more slaps are not so ruthless."

On the first day of the junior high school, he grabbed it twice again: "Just now, it wasn't too much use, was it too hard?"

"No," Yan Hang smiled, "It's comfortable."

On the first day of the junior high school, he took a chair and sat by the bed, took out his mobile phone, glanced at it, and sighed: "It's out of battery."

"You go back at night," Yan Hang said, "I don't want to wear a hospital gown, you go and get some of my clothes, and get your charger by the way."

On the first day of the first day of the junior high school, I saw him silent.

"Take another sleep." Yan Hang said.

"Didn't you say let me serve you?" The first day of the junior high school seemed a little unhappy.

"The escort sleeps here at night, do you squeeze with the escort?" Yan Hang said.

"Then don't accompany me, escort me," said Chu Yi, "save some money."

Yan Hang looked at him and said nothing.

The first day of the junior high school also stared at him, and it took about 3 minutes before he opened his mouth: "Okay, then I understand, come tomorrow morning."

"Good boy," Yan Hang moved his left hand, "Come here and let brother Xiaotian touch his head."

Chuyi bowed his head and moved closer to his hand, and he scratched Chuyi's head.

The escort is an uncle in his 40s. He looks clean and neat. It is said that he has worked as an escort for more than ten years. He is very familiar with various procedures and regulations of the hospital, and he is also skilled in caring for patients.

However, I feel a little uncomfortable in the first grade of junior high school.

Especially when changing clothes for Yan Hang.

When the new hospital gown was delivered, Yan Hang's hanging bottle had just been hung up. The uncle said that he had just changed his clothes. He was about to help Yan Hang up on the first day of the new year. The uncle had already skillfully pulled out a shaker at the end of the bed. With a few swishes, the bed was rocked.

On the first day of junior high school, he was stunned. He had no idea that this bed could still have this posture.

Then it was undressing and changing. He couldn't get his hands in at all, so the uncle finished it in a few strokes, and helped Yan Hang wipe his body.

Let the uncle set it off, he looks like a waste.

It's even more annoying when changing pants.

In the first day of junior high school, we can only try our best to join in the "hands-on" activities, and try to make the time for changing pants shorter.

"Hey," Yan Hang let out a sigh of relief leaning against the bed after changing his clothes, "The surgery site is quite far away, so why do you have to shave your hair?"

On the first day of the junior high school, I was taken aback, not knowing how to answer the conversation.

In fact, this is also a question that has been in his heart since he finished pulling Yan Hang's pants, but he is too embarrassed to ask.

"Surgeries are like this, the disinfection area is quite large," the uncle smiled, "It's okay, it's growing out soon, it's just a little prickly..."

"Damn," Yan Hang smiled, and turned his head to look at the first day of the junior high school, "Goofy."

"Ah," the first day of the junior high school recovered from the shock, "huh?"

"Go back and pack your things, eat and sleep," Yan Hang said, "Come over tomorrow."

"Okay." The first day of the junior high school answered, and glanced at the uncle again.

"Don't worry," said the uncle, "the patients I have taken care of have never been dissatisfied with me."

When I walked out of the hospital on the first day of junior high school, I suddenly felt a little confused, standing on the side of the road not knowing which way to go.

A gust of cold wind blew over, and he remembered that he had never been to the hospital, and he came here with the ambulance yesterday, so he didn't know which way to go.

He looked around, trying to find a bus stop to see the stop sign.

But just shaking his head from side to side like this, he suddenly felt dizzy, and he took a step to support the tree next to him before he stood still.

This reaction made him a little flustered, not because he might be very sick, but because he was afraid of what he would do if he couldn't get up tomorrow.

As a stingy man, he supported the tree and struggled fiercely for a minute before walking to a taxi parked by the side of the road, opening the door and sitting in it.

When he returned to the gate of the community, Chuyi felt that he was really a little confused. He hadn't bought Yan Hang's mobile phone yet, so he forgot to ask what kind of mobile phone Yan Hang wanted.

After hesitating for a long time, he decided to make his own decision and buy Yan Hang a new model of the same brand and series as the original mobile phone.

Yan Hang still likes his own mobile phone, boasting all the time, saying that it is good for taking pictures.

It was the first time in my life that I walked into a mobile phone store on the first day of junior high school.

The first time he spent more than 4000 yuan at one time, and because he didn't take Yan Hang's card, he withdrew his own money. After paying the money on the mobile phone, he basically had no money left.

Holding the small leather iron in his pocket, there is a feeling of being dependent on each other.

When he opened the door of Yan Hang's house and smelled the familiar atmosphere in the room, Chu Yi relaxed.

But after this relaxation, he really felt that he might be seriously ill.

Dizziness, cold sweat, fluttering under the feet.

He quickly took out Yan Hang's small medicine box, rummaged through it, and found...a box of ibuprofen. Thanks to his grandmother's perennial training on painkillers, he knew that this could reduce fever, so he took one and ate it. .

He didn't bother to pack Yan Hang's clothes, charged his phone, took a shower, went to bed, wrapped himself in a quilt, hugged Yan Hang's pillow, and fell asleep with his head covered.

Probably he was indeed sleepy. This time he felt that he was in a dark sleep, and when he woke up, his whole body was drenched in sweat.

The phone beside the pillow was blinking, so he quickly took it over and took a look.

There are several missed calls from an unfamiliar number, as well as several missed calls and text messages from Cui Yi.

"Uncle Cui," he called Cui Yi back first, "I just fell asleep and fell asleep."

"I guessed it," Cui Yi said, "Have you come back yet? Do you still have a fever?"

"I'm back, no, no burn." The first day of the junior high school rubbed his forehead and sweated.

"Go back to sleep, it's still early." Cui Yi said.

"Yeah." The first day of the junior high school answered, looked at the time, and found that it was only 11 o'clock, and thought that he had slept until the next day.

"It's your brother who called back." The escort uncle took the ringing phone and walked to the bedside, "you answer it."

"Thank you," Yan Hang took the phone and answered the call, "First day?"

"I'm sleeping, have you fallen asleep? I hear you." The voice on the first day of the junior high school had the nasal sound of just waking up.

"You're sleepy," Yan Hang smiled, "Did you eat something?"

"... I ate it." The first day of the junior high school hesitated.

"What did you eat?" Yan Hang asked immediately.

"Food." The first day of junior high school answered quickly.

"There is yogurt in the refrigerator," Yan Hang said, "If you don't want to eat, just drink a can of yogurt."

"Oh," Chu Yi said, "I bought it for you, I bought a mobile phone, but no, I don't know if you like it or not, yes... yes... just wait for me to see..."

"I like it," Yan Hang said, "The elderly machine is also fine."

On the first day of the lunar new year, he laughed: "It's not old, old people's phones, more than 4000."

"You bought it with your own money?" Yan Hang asked.

"Hmm." The first day of the junior high school answered.

"Then I won't pay back the money." Yan Hang said.

"Go to your Weibo, hang up on Weibo, hang on to you," Chuyi said, "I took a breath, a food blog with a mask, the blogger actually did this for a mobile phone, and did such a thing!"

Yan Hang covered the wound on his waist and laughed a few times: "This long list is really difficult for you."

"It's not difficult," said the first day of the junior high school, "as long as you have perseverance and perseverance, you can always finish talking."

"Shut up." Yan Hang gritted his teeth to control his laughter.

The mobile phone belongs to the uncle, and it is not easy for Yan Hang to chat with Chu Yi for too long, and it is already very late for the hospital, the TV has been off for more than an hour, and the patient in the next bed should have fallen asleep , he chatted casually with the first day of junior high school for a while and then hung up the phone.

Listening to the uncle lying down on the accompanying cot next to him, Yan Hang sighed softly.

He shouldn't be able to sleep again tonight, he has a lot of things on his mind, and his mood can't be said to be depressed, but it's really not very good, only when he listens to the voice of the first day of the junior high school, he can interrupt it a little.

As soon as he hung up the phone, he immediately fell into depression and extreme boredom.

It's not unaccustomed to him to be alone in a daze, but it's very uncomfortable to be so dazed, unable to sleep or move.

He didn't fall asleep all night, maybe his IQ was not cut in half, and his mind began to become clearer.

In addition to feeling the discomfort of the wound and the pain all over his body more clearly, he suddenly had a judgment on the person who attacked him.

This judgment made his heart beat a little faster.

Cui Yi said that there were more than one person back then, if Lao Ding was one of them, no matter how he died, his accomplices might be aware of it.

The man who walks unsteadily is about the same age, so it is assumed that he is the accomplice.

But it is impossible for an accomplice to do something to another accomplice simply because he senses or knows that he is dead, because killing him would mean nothing to the person's plight.

It can only be that this accomplice was forced to have no choice...

Forced by whom?Who can he pose a threat to if he is injured?

Yan Hang slowly raised his hand, and pinched the center of his brow. He never dared to think about his father's current situation, whether he was dead or alive, where he was, and what he was doing.

But now he suddenly had a guess.

Although everything was based on assumptions, he still couldn't control his sudden thought.

Yan Zhiyuan, an old fox, should not have died.

When he walked into the ward with a luggage bag early in the morning on the first day of the new year, he could tell at a glance that Yan Hang didn't sleep last night, his complexion was not good, and he was more tired than yesterday.

"...Where did you get the bag?" Yan Hang looked at him.

"In your closet." Chu Yi said.

"I have several luggage bags in the locker," Yan Hang said, "It's better to just carry one."

"This one is ugly, isn't it ugly?" Chu Chu looked at the bag in his hand, it was just an ordinary bright blue canvas bag, because there were not many things to carry, its size was the most suitable.

"Not ugly." Yan Hang said.

"Here's your hand, mobile phone." The first day of the junior high school took out the mobile phone from the bag, and the escort uncle came over and put the bag into the cabinet next to it.

"Help me install the card." Yan Hang smiled.

When I was playing with my mobile phone on the first day of junior high school, the door of the ward was pushed open, a head poked in, took a look, and whispered, "Yan Hang?"

"Why are you here?" Yan Hang was stunned.

"Manager Tang said you were robbed." A girl came in, holding a large bouquet of flowers, followed by several people, "Let's come over and have a look. Sister Wang drove us here."

On the first day of junior high school, he recognized that this was Yan Hang's colleague, and he sang during the Mid-Autumn Festival, so he retreated to the side and gave up the seat beside the bed.

"What's going on?" An older sister put a gift bag on the bedside table, "You also said that you were a fool, now the rumors can't be passed on, and you can be robbed in the hospital... ...was it badly hurt?"

"It's okay." Yan Hang smiled.

This should be Sister Wang. I heard Yan Hang mention it in the first day of junior high school. She is the foreman of another group, and she is very nice.

"It's really okay, it's okay." The girl holding the flower looked familiar to Yan Hang, and reached out to pat him on the face, "This complexion is too bad."

Hands off!

take away!

In the first day of junior high school, his eyes were rounded. He was standing against the wall, but now he stood up straight.

For two days, except for wiping his face, he never touched Yan Hang's face!What does this girl mean!

Reach out casually!

Yan Hang seemed to hear the roar in his heart, his eyes suddenly passed through the gap between people, glanced at his face, and smiled at him.

This smile is very gentle, very gentle. All the emotions in the first day of junior high school dissipated in an instant, and I leaned back against the wall, feeling a little weak in my legs.