Silly goose

, a fool, a half-dead tuberculosis ghost who will never get better, and a dead man, of these three, who is more pitiful? "Luo Yu asked Yang Shihan again if he didn't understand Luo Yu's thoughts, so he couldn't answer casually, so he whispered: "Didn't the doctor just say that Mr. Luo's illness has almost recovered..."

"Oh," Luo Yu laughed, "You're right, I'm almost recovering, probably... I'm going to disappoint a lot of people."

Yang Shihan lowered her head, not daring to speak.

Luo Yu pressed the remote control on the side with his other hand without a needle, and the TV and DVD player next to the wall started to work. The screen lit up, and a ward appeared in it. A child in his teens Lying on the hospital bed, he was wearing a ventilator, and his chest was weakly rising and falling with the curve on the device.

For a moment, a doctor and a nurse in a white coat walked into the camera. The nurse put the tray she was holding on the side cabinet, put on gloves, took out a giant syringe with two fingers wide from it, and inserted it into the Give the needle to the nearby doctor.

The doctor took it, and asked the nurse to turn the child over on the bed, lift up the hospital gown on the back, after cleaning and disinfecting, he confirmed the position, and slowly inserted the giant syringe in his hand into the child's back shoulder blade.

The pillow was only half-buried, and the half-drowsy child twitched suddenly, and then let out a painful moan.

The nurse was taken aback, but the doctor calmly pressed down on the person on the bed and ordered, "Is the anesthesia not enough? Increase the dose again."

The nurse hastened to execute it, and with her movements, the child's struggle gradually became smaller, but the pain on his face did not lessen.

The needle continued to be pushed in until most of it had penetrated his body, and then the needle began to be pulled back slowly, and the light yellow mixed with blood-colored liquid was drawn out of the body little by little. Unprepared Yang Shihan looked pale.

After a while, the doctor finished the puncture operation, and the nurse put the child back on the bed and covered him with a bedding.Luo Yu's voice sounded: "How is the business of the gallery recently?"

The content of his question has nothing to do with what is playing in front of him, and the tone is calm and indifferent.

It took Yang Shihan a while to come back to her senses. She had a feeling that half of her soul was still floating in the air, and she couldn't get it back. She answered Luo Yu with fear.

"pretty good."

"It's really good to be able to walk around and go to so many places to collect scenery." Luo Yu said casually. Yang Shihan studied oil painting since he was a child, and now he can be regarded as a well-known painter. He owns two or three galleries under his name, all in Bustling location.

Yang Shihan calmed down her violent heartbeat and let herself calm down slowly.

"It's okay, I actually... prefer to stay at home."

Luo Yu laughed indifferently: "When you get sick and old, and you can't walk anymore, you will know what stupid things you are talking about now."

Yang Shihan nodded according to his intention, and did not look up to watch the TV again.

Luo Yu asked again: "Where did you go abroad this time?"

Yang Shihan didn't have the slightest impatience, and obediently repeated the answer she said in the morning: "I went to several small countries in Europe, starting from Northern Europe, and then to Greece..."

However, Luo Yu closed his eyes after she said the first few sentences.

Yang Shihan didn't stop this time, in the quiet night, only her low whispers and the glowing white light reflected on the screen were left in the room...