father - home

Finally, Zhao Huan came over!His hands moved, as if he was groping for something.His eyelashes moved too.

"Wait a minute, Zhao, it's me, wait a moment and then open your eyes, wait until I wipe them clean for you."

I wiped Zhao's eyes and cheeks with the warm wet towel Carl brought.

I finished wiping gently, and said softly, "Okay."

Eyes opened.I saw my own shadow in those dark, deep pupils.No, it's not my current shadow, it's the me that has always been there, the me that Zhaozhen has kept there.The me now is reflected in the tears that accumulate in his eyes.

"Zhao, I came late, and I almost lost you again."

The long and thick eyelashes flickered, and two lines of hot tears rolled down from the corners of the eyes like broken strings, dripping directly onto the dark green countertop without any hindrance from the sideburns.One teardrop, round and crystal clear, two, the teardrops became bigger, spread out, and sucked in.The countertop was wet, and the color was dark, and in some places it was even darker, almost black, and what dripped there was blood, which was also sucked in.

Zhao felt very uncomfortable, and a moan of "uh, uh" came out of his throat.

"Don't talk, Zhao, don't move, don't talk, I'll help you get the stuff out of your mouth."

Zhao's mouth could not be opened or closed, nor could he turn his head.I still use the most direct and simplest way to put my lips together and suck out the contents of his mouth little by little.

"Don't cry, Zhao, it's okay."

I tried my best to smile at Zhao, and wrapped him tightly with the billiard table cover.

"Let's go, Zhao, I'll take you back."

Ernst did not know when he came.Thinking about it, the sound of "Marty, stop! Zhao is dead!" can only be called by him.He has prepared two stretchers.I don't need to look, I know who is lying on the other stretcher, just listen to the howling like a pig.

I put Zhao on a stretcher.

Ernst came over. "How about it?"

"He's rescued temporarily. I'll take him back first, and you can come and help me later."

"Okay, I'll go."

Leaving the noisy, foul-smelling, and smoky billiard room temporarily relieved my nervousness, anxiety, and anger. When I came outside in the cool, humid, sweet-smelling night, the discomfort I had just forgotten came back again.I suppressed my nausea again and again, and the vomit poured into my mouth, and I swallowed it alive again.I have to endure, I have to stay by Zhao's side.His current situation is still very critical. The pen cap inserted into the trachea is not fixed, and the wound is open in the air. If he is not careful, he may be in danger. Therefore, I must not leave him.

With this belief, I followed the stretcher until I put Zhaoan on the hospital bed, and then rushed into the bathroom next to the ward.I couldn't hold my last breath, and vomiting made a mess in the bathroom.

I hadn’t eaten dinner at first, my stomach was empty, and I vomited a lot of yellow liquid and foam. I couldn’t vomit anything in the end, and I couldn’t help retching. My mouth was full of sour smell, and my throat was irritated by stomach acid. Burning pain.I knew it was nervous stomach cramps, something psychological, not something wrong with the stomach itself, but it turned out badly.I knelt on the ground, my whole body collapsed, and I couldn't get up for a long time.My stomach tightened and twitched, and I had to bend down and press hard with my hands, my head almost touching the ground.After doing this for a while, it gradually got better. Holding the washbasin to stand up, I was shocked when I saw myself in the mirror.His face was livid, his eyes were red, and his face was covered with sweat and tears.

I opened my collar, put my head under the faucet, drank cold water to dilute the bad taste in my mouth, and then gave my head a good rinse with cold water, and then I felt better.

I wiped off the water, buttoned my shirt again, and looked at myself in the mirror again.This should be fine, and it won't cause Akira to worry.I go back to the ward.