Xueba, wake up

I don't know if it was because Yan Sheng came to the hospital so many times, but He Zhonghe felt that he was very familiar with the road.

When I passed by the ENT department, I could still think of half a year ago in the summer when Shi Yujie lay on the hospital bed and said, Guess who I saw in the ENT department.

After registration, I took the elevator to the fourth floor. There were only three doctors sitting in the neurosurgery department, and there were no patients.

This made He Zhonghe relax a bit. In the hospital, he was most afraid of seeing bloody scenes and people in pain.

After a brief explanation of the situation, the doctor also suggested doing a CT scan. After all, in case of a fall, the real intracranial hemorrhage is very scary.

He Zhonghe had no idea about intracranial hemorrhage: "Doctor, is the intracranial hemorrhage serious?"

"It depends on the situation," the doctor said carefully, "Let's go for a CT scan first, and we'll talk about the diagnosis results."

He Zhonghe didn't understand why, thanked the doctor and left the consultation room, but Yansheng's heart was a little bit suspended.

Standing outside the CT room, Yan Sheng's mind went blank.

The reason why he was able to think a little more than He Zhonghe to do CT is because he had such a thing around him.

When Zhu Ling was young, Yan Deqiang used a photo frame to smash Zhu Ling. At that time, he was still young, and the resentment that Zhu Ling vented on him did not make him realize that "mother is also dangerous", so he could only cry outside through the glass , Fortunately, it was a false alarm, it was just a concussion.

Another junior high school classmate of his fell over the railing on the first floor. It was not high, but his head was on the side of the ground.

He is now standing outside the CT room, listening to the flat and mechanical beeping sound of the instrument, his stomach is clenched tightly, and his throat is dry and tight.

I dare not think about it, dare not connect He Zhonghe with this.

It was like going back to that late night when she was a child, when Zhu Ling was carried to the CT machine, watching the machine roaring above her head, Zhu Ling didn't move, he was so scared that he couldn't speak, he just trembled and cried.

Now it is He Zhonghe.

Zhu Ling said before that he was a disaster star, since he was born, the family has not had a peaceful day.

Later, after listening too much, he thought that Zhu Ling was talking to the air, but now he was in a state of panic, his mind was blank and humming, and many fears and helplessness that had been hidden since childhood surged up.

When I was a child, I dreamed that there would be no quarrels, fights, injuries or deaths in the world.

But when these things really happen in front of them, everyone is helpless.

There are many unexpected accidents in the world.

That time Yan Deqiang cut his neck under Zhu Ling's instigation, which made him think clearly, and separated the two bloodlines and emotions. It made him feel the destructive struggle and pain.

It was him who was defenseless. He never thought that besides blood relationship, he could also establish other emotions of the same weight and develop a new weakness.

This weakness usually looks quite hard, but if something happens, it will inevitably lie on the operating table and cold instruments like anyone else.

The moment tears flowed out of his eyes, He Zhonghe sat up slowly with his head supported on the CT machine, looked at Yansheng, and was stunned.

"What's going on?" He walked out of the CT room quickly. In the empty and long corridor on the fourth floor, Yan Sheng stood there very helpless.

He took Yansheng's shoulders, and saw confusion, pain and fear, and other complex emotions on his face: "Yansheng? What's wrong?!"

Yan Sheng's movements came suddenly, and He Zhonghe froze when he was hugged by his whole body. He felt that his whole body was trembling, and felt that he was hugging him tightly, as if he was afraid that he would turn into smoke and float away.

"You're fine." Yan Sheng whispered in his ear, his voice was trembling, "Did you hear that, you have to be fine."

I didn't understand what was going on, but He Zhonghe couldn't tell what it was like now, it was sore and soft.He also hugged Yansheng tightly, and patted his back: "I'm fine."

This was the first time he saw Yan Sheng showing such emotions, and the first time he saw an indescribable complex emotion and continuous tears on his face that even smiled faintly.

Yansheng's vulnerable side.

"Don't cry." He Zhonghe touched his earlobe with his lips, and said softly, "I'm fine."

The two hugged in the deserted corridor, silent for a while.

It took a long time for Yan Sheng to let go of him, his voice had returned to normal, and the tears had dried on He Zhonghe's face, but his eyes were still red, and he spoke nasally: "Let's go."

Standing in front of the CT printer, a caregiver just finished taking the last sheet of a stack of films, and glanced at the two of them: "Are you waiting for the film, my friend?"

"CT film." He Zhonghe nodded.

"Then you have to wait a while, this will take at least half an hour." The uncle said.

There are people coming and going around, most of them have anxious faces, and some are wearing hospital gowns or nursing uniforms, walking around in the crowd, looking very relaxed, but in fact they are just used to being hospitalized.

In the emergency building of the huge hospital, two high school students were waiting for the verdict in the crowd like a boat with its stern broken.

He Zhonghe took out his mobile phone from Yansheng's pocket, searched for intracranial hemorrhage, and was also a little depressed.

There were many people sitting on the chairs, He Zhonghe sat on the far side, Yansheng couldn't sit still, stood next to him, and waited in line to scan the barcode, but the film was delayed.

He Zhonghe tugged at his arm, and slowly raised his head, not daring to raise his head high, because the seams were easy to pull.

He looked at Yansheng's chest: "It's okay, don't be nervous."

Yansheng stood in front of him, bent down and pressed the sterile patch on the upturned side of his chin: "I'm not nervous, I'm afraid."

He Zhonghe grinned, afraid that the corners of his mouth would not be too wide for fear of tearing the wound, so he smiled strangely: "Come on, give me a smile."

Seeing that Yansheng's eye circles were a little red again, He Zhonghe quickly lowered his head and played with his phone.

Sometimes I feel that the accident is too far away from me, but it is often easy to be injured in daily life, some injuries are minor, and some injuries are fatal.

He Zhonghe rubbed the luck bead hanging around his neck, and closed his eyes.

If it is really intracranial hemorrhage, will he be hospitalized tonight?Wear a hospital gown or your own pajamas?surgery?Can you tell mom?How to hide it from her?What about the college entrance examination?Who will be the new tablemate when Yansheng goes back?

He is also in a state of confusion now, any huge catastrophe that is given to a living person will be incomprehensible to others and a myriad of clues that cannot be grasped.

There is nothing in Yansheng's mobile phone. There is a separate folder on the desktop for learning apps. Others are commonly used social software and drawing software.

Click on Weibo, log on to his backstage and look through it.

Exit and open WeChat.

There are quite a few people on WeChat, and the notes all start with the letter Z. He Zhonghe asked, "What does this mean?"

"People who don't matter are all related to work." Yan Sheng looked down at him picking at his phone.

He Zhonghe clicked on the chat list, the one at the top was the top one, and He Zhonghe was stunned when he saw the notes.

Instantly, the old face flushed.

"Who is baby?" He rubbed his nose and lowered his head, "Ah? Who is your baby?"

"You." Yan Sheng replied obediently in a very soft voice.

"Listen to the sound." He Zhonghe turned off the screen.

"Baby." Yan Sheng leaned over and whispered in his ear.The voice was so soft that He Zhonghe went numb from his ears to his shoulders.

"Send me a picture later, I'll be your screensaver." Yan Sheng said.

He Zhonghe's chaotic heart just relaxed and rippling, he didn't hear his beautiful meaning of "turning back", so he raised his mobile phone: "Let's take a picture now."

Yan Sheng took the phone away: "Not in the hospital."

"Oh." He Zhonghe came to his senses, "Tomorrow we will go back to school for the shoot, and use Old Zheng as the background."

When I took the barcode to try again, the film came out.

Yan Sheng didn't put the film in his bag, so he was about to follow He Zhonghe to the department with it.

"Hey, have you got the report?" The nurse just passed by again, this time to empty the spittoon for the patient, "Turn left to the printer, wait another ten minutes, and get the report."

Yan Sheng nodded: "Thank you."

The uncle glanced at He Zhonghe, who had a large piece of sterile stickers on his chin and had not had time to wash off the blood on his hands: "Don't be afraid, this child is healthy at first glance. Even the son can't stop the blessing."

He Zhonghe smiled: "I owe you a good word."

While talking, he was surprised to find that the card on the uncle's chest was a sick number card, and the date of admission was January of the year before last.

"Go, go, it's been a long time to call the number." The uncle said and pointed to the bathroom, "I'll pour a basin for my patient."

After saying goodbye to the uncle, the two of them didn't speak, and they couldn't tell whether it was relaxing or heavy for him.

Waiting for the result is even more tormenting, it is really like waiting for the trial.

The moment the paper came out, Yan Sheng's heart was in his throat, but He Zhonghe couldn't be more at a loss, he had to calm down.

"Look." He Zhonghe saw that he hadn't turned the paper over and touched him.

Yan Sheng glanced at him, and slowly turned the report over, the edge of the paper trembling.

There were no obvious abnormal density foci in the brain parenchyma.

The ventricular system was not significantly dilated.

There is a large list at the bottom, all of which are unseen, unseen, and unseen. The last line reads imaging diagnosis: no obvious abnormalities were found in the plain CT scan of the brain parenchyma. Please combine it with the clinic and perform a re-examination or MRI examination if necessary.

Both of them breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

"Don't exercise strenuously when you go back, go to bed early at night, and don't bump into it again." The doctor signed the review doctor column, "The chin joint may hurt for two days, don't worry about it."

"Thank you doctor." Yan Sheng took the report card.

After coming out of the neurosurgery department, I took a skin test and tetanus, and took a scar ointment and a large pack of sterile patches.

It was completely dark when we left the hospital, and the temperature was at least seven or eight degrees lower than in the afternoon.

But someone who survived the catastrophe couldn't try the cold, so he took off his winter school uniform and put it on when he rented it out.

Yan Sheng pulled away, turned around and put it back on for him.

"What's the matter?" He Zhonghe frowned, "I'm not cold when I'm dressed."

Yan Sheng didn't speak, but pressed his shoulder.

After a half-day trip to the hospital, both of them are in complicated moods now.

After getting in the car, the master asked where to go, and Yansheng said the east gate of Huitan Family Courtyard.

Another unfortunate thing is that Du Lanzhen was away on a business trip and was not at home.

The moment the living room lights came on, He Zhonghe felt that he had returned to his warm home from the chaos of life and death in the hospital, and then he completely relaxed, fell into the sofa, and wailed for a long time.

Normally, howling was a lack of convulsions, but listening to him now, Yan Sheng felt distressed.

He Zhonghe had the feeling that he had just returned to the human world after walking through the gate of hell, and said in a long voice, "Brother Yansheng——"

Ouch, this is so greasy.

Yan Sheng walked over: "Here."

He Zhonghe sat up and opened his arms: "Come."

When they hugged each other tightly, they both felt the peace of mind from each other.

"I'll make some meals." Yan Sheng rubbed his head, "I will strictly control my diet before the stitches are removed."

"Yeah." He Zhonghe watched him enter the kitchen, there was a jingle, his heart felt as if he had stood on the tip of a knife for a day, and suddenly fell into a pile of cotton, "I've given you my whole body, and I'm under your control .”