dear dreamer

Deng Tingge woke up for the first time at night.

Zhong Xing was standing by his bedside.Chang Huan accompanied his parents outside to discuss specific nursing methods with the nurses. Luo Hengqiu fell asleep sitting on the sofa in the ward because he was too exhausted.

Deng Tingge had just been sent out of the intensive care unit at that time, and 72 hours had passed since he was in a coma.

Zhong Xing saw that the man whose head was also tightly bandaged on the hospital bed seemed to have opened his eyes.He woke up immediately, and leaned over immediately, and sure enough, he saw Deng Tingge's swollen eyelids open a crack, and the eyeballs rolled feebly.

"Little Deng!" His voice changed, and he immediately pressed the call bell.

Luo Hengqiu immediately jumped up from the sofa and rushed to the hospital bed.Many people came rushing in from the ward, doctors and nurses chased them away, leaving only the family members behind, Luo Hengqiu refused to leave, Pang Qiaoyun tugged on his sleeve to let him stay.

"Wait for a while." After the examination, the doctor said, "He is not fully awake yet. Don't be too nervous. This patient's injury is not in the brain, and the waist is not too serious. He will definitely wake up."

The doctor felt very unhappy.He understood the anxiety of the patient's family, but he was very depressed by the expression of the young man standing beside him.His face could not be more clearly written doubt.

"Even if you want to transfer to another hospital, it's not now." The doctor slowly explained, "The patient's current physical condition is definitely not suitable for moving."

No one saw Deng Tingge open his eyes except Zhong Xing.He had once again entered a deep, dreamless sleep.

The next afternoon, Deng Tingge finally woke up once.

He was woken from his lethargy by the sharp pain in his legs, and let out a vague moan.Luo Hengqiu had been guarding the bedside almost without moving an inch since his short waking up last night, and immediately rushed to the bedside, anxiously calling his name.

Deng Tingge was in severe pain, his head was still dizzy, his eyes were full of physical tears, and what he saw of Luo Hengqiu was also blurred.The effect of the anesthetic had faded, and the suppressed pain was waking up his nerves thousands of times faster. He opened his mouth to say "Senior Brother", but his throat was dry and he let out a hoarse breathing sound.

Then he saw Luo Hengqiu crying.

Deng Tingge froze, struggled to raise his hand, and pulled Luo Hengqiu's clothes tightly without any strength.Luo Hengqiu lowered his head to touch his forehead.The warm water dripped on Deng Tingge's face, and he was convinced that he was right.

His omnipotent senior brother was in tears.

But Luo Hengqiu quickly adjusted his mood, wiped away his tears, and pressed the call bell.Deng Tingge heard the sound of the door opening and the sound of chaotic footsteps. The faces of Deng Xiao and Pang Qiaoyun appeared in the field of vision, and they were replaced by a doctor wearing a mask before they could finish their sentence.

Deng Tinge was drenched in cold sweat from the pain. He desperately searched for the reason why he was lying here in his unreliable and even unclear memory.When I slowly remembered, the doctor's examination also ended.

"I'm awake, I can't talk much for now." The doctor turned to tell the nurse to work, and Pang Qiaoyun and Deng Xiao's heads covered them again.

"Mom..." Deng Tingge called out slowly.A pair of trembling rough palms touched his head, and Pang Qiaoyun wept and spoke in his ear.Deng Tingge still couldn't hear clearly, and could only make out half of a sentence.He moved his other hand.Luo Hengqiu, who had been standing silently by the bed, quietly held his finger.

It really hurts.Deng Tingge wants to act like a baby with her mother, and wants to act like a baby with her senior brother.But there was one more important thing he had to confirm.

"Mom..." he said with difficulty, "Can my legs...can I walk?"

His mother, who is not good at lying, paused, lowered her head and whispered, "Don't think so much, get well first."

Deng Tingge gasped heavily.He suddenly understood the meaning behind this pain.

Everyone thought that Deng Tingge needed to be appeased, but Deng Tingge was very calm, and could even be called quiet.He drank porridge and ate fruit obediently, received treatment obediently, and remembered to say thank you to the little nurse who came to change the medicine bottle.

After the abrasions and swelling on his face subsided, his original facial features were highlighted, and the nurses confirmed who he was.The news of the project accident and Deng Tingge's serious injury could not be suppressed at all. Zhong Xing and Chang Huan waited until he woke up before rushing back to deal with these matters.Deng Xiao and Pang Qiaoyun stayed and took turns taking care of him.Luo Hengqiu stayed behind like the two old people.He spent a long time in the hospital, and had to deal with people who came to him to explain the project's flaws. He was very tired, and he was haggard in just a few days.

Doctors and nurses all said that Deng Tingge was "strong", but only the three people who accompanied him did not believe this word.

That day, Luo Hengqiu stayed with Deng Tingge overnight, so he finished his work early and wanted to wipe Deng Tingge's body.Deng Xiao was still unwilling to talk to him, but Pang Qiaoyun communicated with him more and more.

That was perhaps the only part of the disaster that he found pleasant.

In fact, this was Luo Hengqiu's first time spending the night with Deng Tingge, and Pang Qiaoyun worriedly reminded him several times.In the special ward, only one person can be left to accompany them. The two elderly people are no less tired than Luo Hengqiu. Luo Hengqiu insists on replacing them for one night.

Deng Tinge was too quiet.Luo Hengqiu found many interesting things to tell him, Deng Tingge's reaction was even a little cold.

When Luo Hengqiu undressed him, he was keenly aware of Deng Tingge's resistance.

He let go of his hand, stood by the bed and lowered his head and asked him seriously: "What's wrong? Is there any discomfort?"

Deng Tingge woke up for several days, and his spirit gradually improved, but the pain in his legs continued.The splinted calf was strangely thicker several times. Deng Tingge sometimes reached out to grab his thigh, but his unconscious body made him afraid.

Luo Hengqiu didn't wait for his answer, thinking that he was in a bad mood, and reached out to help him undress.He was well prepared and had chatted with the specialists in the hospital many times, even the head nurse.These experienced medical staff all told him: In Deng Tingge's case, his mental blow was likely to be more serious than his physical one.

"I can go back at the end of the month." Luo Hengqiu helped him take off his hospital gown, "Lu Zhixia and Hu Mu have contacted me several times. They want to see you, but there is not enough time. Do you want to see them? Take a vacation, and if you're in good spirits he'll fly over."

He was talking in a rambling manner, and the movements of his hands didn't stop for a moment.

Luo Hengqiu has never been so gracious in his life. Except for cooking, Deng Tingge is responsible for almost all the housework at home. He himself is taken care of by Deng Tingge very well.After wiping it a few times, Luo Hengqiu felt that it might not be enough.He didn't know whether his hand strength was too heavy or light, and he didn't respond when he asked Deng Tingge, but just stared at himself with his eyes open.

Luo Hengqiu knew that his calmness was probably just a subconscious depression.After washing the towel, he continued to slowly wipe his back and neck, and carefully cleaned his armpits and arms.

Realizing that Deng Tingge had been staring at him intently, Luo Hengqiu felt a little helpless.

All his actions and words seemed to be addressed to an unconscious puppet.

He leaned over to kiss Deng Tingge, trying to comfort him.But Deng Tingge put his hand on his chest, stopping his movement.

"Senior brother." He was finally willing to say the first sentence of the day to Luo Hengqiu, "Don't you feel sick?"

Luo Hengqiu: "What?"

Deng Tingge: "I, I! Don't you think I'm disgusting!"

He lifted the quilt, pointed at his lower body and yelled: "I can't take care of myself! I can't stand up and walk! I don't feel anything except pain! I'm a useless person, don't you think it's disgusting! Don't you hate it! "

Before Luo Hengqiu could speak, he continued to growl as if he couldn't control himself.

"I feel disgusting myself! Will I be in a wheelchair for the rest of my life! What use is there for me if my bones are broken!"

Luo Hengqiu threw the towel and hugged him tightly.Deng Tingge's voice was muffled against his chest and could be heard indistinctly.

The head nurse reminded him that a healthy person will be more likely to collapse when encountering a failure of life function. "On the contrary, if it is a person who has been handicapped since he was a child, the pain he feels may not be so great because there is no contrast. The more people know how happy they are in good health, the less they can accept the damage of limbs and the limitation of movement. This problem cannot be solved by others, because none of you are the patient himself, and others cannot understand his own pain and suffering. You can only encourage and comfort him by your side, and it depends on him whether he can persevere."

Luo Hengqiu held Deng Tingge in his arms, and his heart was also disturbed.

Deng Tingge didn't resist his embrace, and stretched out his arms to hug him, trembling in his arms.

"I will cure you. I will definitely cure you." Luo Hengqiu rubbed his chin on the top of his head, and spoke softly to him, "Why do you feel sick? You are just sick, and this disease is not cured yet. Because your physical condition is not good, So I need equipment and help from others, how can I hate it?"

Deng Tinge scratched and wrinkled his clothes.

"When I'm old, when I'm 80 or 90 years old, maybe I'll become incontinent, and I won't be able to walk. I'll still drool, dripping on your clothes." Luo Hengqiu said briskly , "I heard that the old man's saliva smells bad. It's true that you don't dislike me then."

Deng Tingge said something vaguely, but Luo Hengqiu didn't hear clearly.He took it as Deng Tingge's response, and continued talking on his own.

"I'm ready to take you back. Let's change to another hospital. Did you hear what the doctor said today? He said that your spinal cord injury is not as serious as you thought, and we should all be more optimistic." He touched Deng Tingge It’s a movement that they often do when they are alone, “Don’t think about things that don’t exist. Tell me if you have any problems, and we can solve them together? But don’t tell your uncles and aunts, don’t tell them Lose your temper, promise me."

Deng Tingge finally raised his head.His eye circles were all red, and his eyes were wet: "...can I only lose my temper with you?"

"Well, just follow me." Luo Hengqiu wiped the corners of his eyes, and answered him very gently, "They are more uncomfortable than you, and more afraid than you. They haven't had a good night's sleep these days, don't let them worry Otherwise... otherwise, think about your father's violent temper, and he will beat you up after you recover."

"What about you?" Deng Tingge gave him a little face for his clumsy joke, and forced a smile.

"...I'm so scared." Luo Hengqiu kissed him on the lips, "So don't be afraid. So many people are afraid of you, you don't have a share of fear anymore, just continue to treat and recover with peace of mind."

Luo Hengqiu talked for a while, even he didn't know what he was talking about.

His fear is no less than anyone else's, but this fear cannot be told to anyone, he can only hide it in his heart, not giving it any chance to erupt and leak.Because he must be stronger than Deng Tingge, Deng Xiao and Pang Qiaoyun.

He ordered himself to do so.

In a daze, Deng Tingge held his hand and whispered, but brother, the days are really too long.

Waking up in the morning and looking at the sun shining through the window, listening to the sounds of people and birds outside, lively and lively, are all fresh and healthy lives.Then he had to lie on the bed and endure boring and long hours. The passage of time seemed to slow down, and he was used to busy people again, as if he could smell the boring life.

"Tomorrow you will be able to go out in a wheelchair and let the wind go." Luo Hengqiu also clenched his hands tightly, avoiding the scratches on his hands that have not yet shed the scabs, "Let it grow, let's take it slowly."