father - home

From the moment I entered the door, Zhao's eyes followed me.His head couldn't move, his mouth couldn't speak, but his eyes were piercing, and his concerns, inquiries and worries were clearly revealed, as if he was asking: What did you do?Why so long?How are you?

I walked to Zhao's bed and stroked his forehead, it was a little hot. "Zhao, I will seal the endotracheal tube now, feel your breath, if there is no problem, I will remove it."

Zhao closed his eyes.

I blocked the pen cap, looked at Zhao's expression, and waited for half a minute.Zhao's breathing was steady and his expression was serene.

"There should be no problem. After a while, I will pull out the tube and bandage the wound, and the wound will heal in three or four days. When Ernie comes, we will help you reset the dislocated jaw. You remember, two weeks Here, the mouth cannot be opened wide, at most it can only be opened by one centimeter. What you eat must be liquid, and you can suck it with a straw, and you can’t talk. Remember! If you don’t raise it well this time, it will be very troublesome in the future, understand? "

Zhao closed his eyes again.

"Okay, now I'll give you a shot of morphine, you take a rest, and when you wake up, everything will be fine."

I stood up and wanted to prepare the injection, but Zhao grabbed my clothes. "What's wrong?" I looked at him suspiciously.

Zhao frowned tightly, his eyes were urgent, and he shook his head slightly.

"What's wrong with you?" I thought he was not feeling well, so I lowered my head to check.

He shook his head harder, his eyes fixed on me eagerly.

I quickly grabbed his head. "Don't move, don't rush."

Zhao raised his hand.I was surprised to see that Zhao was holding my gold Montblanc pen without a cap.When did he pick it up?He actually held it in his hand.I was so excited, I can't even remember where I left this pen.

Zhao took the pen and made a gesture of writing.I quickly found a notebook and put it under his hand.

"No morphine." Unexpectedly, Zhao Feili wrote this.

"Why? Why no morphine?"

Zhao drew another exclamation point forcefully on the notebook.He was agitated, so hard that the tip of the pen scratched the paper, and his movements were so wide that they involved his whole body.I had to press his shoulder, you know, the pen cap on his trachea has not been removed yet.

Zhao's hand was still struggling, his eyes were staring at me without blinking, tears accumulated and overflowed from the corners of his eyes.

I already understood his thoughts.He didn't want to take morphine because he didn't want to fall asleep and never see me again.He knows everything, and he knows far more than I thought—after what happened today, no one knows what is waiting for us ahead.Whatever it is, there's no way we'll ever be together again.

I also understand this.That's why I'm giving him morphine.Because I can't bear to see him in pain; because I want him to forget about today's events as much as possible; because I can't bear to be taken away under his gaze.

I knelt by his bed, held his hand to my mouth, kissed him, and wiped away the tears from his eyes. "Be obedient, you are very weak now, and you won't be able to bear it after a while of treatment."

Suddenly, Zhao put his arms around my neck, pulled my head into himself, and put my ear against his cheek.He said with difficulty in an indistinct voice: "Please!"

"Okay! Okay! Listen to you, don't use morphine!" I couldn't control it anymore, I buried my head deeply in Zhao's palm, sobbing silently.

Zhao's hand is not big, with slender fingers, dexterous and graceful, not very powerful, but now, this hand is like a solid shield, protecting my fragile heart.

So, everything was done without morphine.I pulled out the pen cap on the trachea, bandaged the wound; washed and bandaged the wounds on his hands, feet, and whole body; scrubbed his body clean.

No matter what I do, Zhao's gaze follows me all the time, pure, gentle, without sadness, complaint, or pain.Sometimes, I can't see his face, but I know that he is still looking in my direction.When I turn around, I will immediately meet that gaze...

The pain, and the memories of the pain, have nothing to do with the eyes, or the owner of the eyes.Although the body will tremble due to the pain; the muscles will twitch, the face will be pale, and the cold sweat will flow out, but the gaze will always be warm and affectionate...

As if it was agreed, Ernst came up as soon as I finished treating Zhao's wounds, and was a little surprised to see that I didn't give Zhao any morphine.

We helped Zhao up and sat on a stool with his head against the wall, with Ernst supporting him.

I told Zhao to relax and not to be nervous.

Zhao's eyes are as clear and bright as ever, but the weakness and reluctance in the eyes makes me very worried.

I collected myself and took a few deep breaths. I was much more nervous than him.I silently recited the operation essentials of mandibular dislocation reduction again in my heart, wrapped my two thumbs with sterile gauze, and then inserted the thumbs into Zhao's mouth...

I regret it, why didn't I think of it beforehand, the first reset failed.Not only that, Zhao couldn't hold on any longer, his face was pale, he was dripping with sweat, his eyes were wandering, and his body was shaking.

Although it was unavoidable and my heart ached, I had to do it again.The unsuccessful reduction just now was mostly due to spasm of the masseter muscles.So, I injected a few milliliters of 1% procaine solution into the joint cavity, and then repeated the operation just now.

This time it finally worked.Zhao couldn't take it any longer and passed out.I don't know if this is a good thing or a bad thing.

I carried Zhao back to the bed and put him on a drip.He needs energy, electrolytes, needs protection from infection.He was no longer stubborn, no longer in pain, he fell asleep peacefully.For a moment, I even hoped that he would just sleep peacefully and never wake up again.

Sitting beside Zhao's bed, Ernst asked me. "Why didn't you give him morphine?"

"He doesn't want to." I stared at Zhao intently, I want to imprint that lovely and exquisite face deeply in my mind and engrave it on my heart.

"He understands?"

"Yes, he understands everything."

"What are you going to do?"

"What can we do? Leave it to fate." I played with the Montblanc gold pen.It's a pity that the pen case is broken, the clip screw and pen clip on the pen case are gone, and I can't find it.

"sorry!"

"It's not your fault."

"But you gave him to me, but I didn't take good care of him."

"I still want to hand him over to you????? Maybe, from tomorrow on, I can no longer protect him."

"I swear, things like today will never happen again."

I nod.We all know that what happened today will no longer happen, and other things may happen. I dare not think about it, and it is useless to think about it.

"These two weeks, don't let him talk, don't make him excited, his stomach is bad, the fluid should be warm, and so is the milk." I said softly.This is actually not necessary, and Ernst knows it all.But it made me feel better, just like when I usually leave him, I always have to give him some advice before leaving.

"I know, don't worry."

We suddenly had nothing to say, the silence stagnated the air.

"I said, Marty, I don't dare to fight with you again."

"What?" I didn't respond for a while.

"You're not human when you're mad. Do you know how badly you beat Schenk? You broke his left hand, broke two ribs, knocked out two front teeth. He The bridge of my nose was also broken, and now my head is swollen like a pig's head." Ernst said while gesturing with his hands.

"That's what he deserves!" Thinking of Shen Ke's face, I gritted my teeth. "If you didn't stop me, I would have beaten him to death."

"To be honest, if it were me, I would do the same." Ernst agreed, and then smiled, "However, I'm helping you vent your anger."

"How to say?"

"You know, I didn't give him morphine." Ernst raised his eyebrows triumphantly.

"It's useless at all?" I couldn't believe it, and gloated.

"It's useless at all. I told him that if he uses morphine, his senses will be inaccurate, and I can't make an accurate judgment based on his reaction. The bone setting may not be done well, and it will grow deformed in the future. Therefore, it cannot be used."

"Nonsense." I scolded with a smile.

"Yes, but I have the final say here, and he can't help it." The more Ernst talked, the happier he became, and he couldn't help laughing. "You should look at Shenk's appearance at that time, with snot and tears, crying and crying, and now he is still humming."

I was amused too, and laughed along with Ernst.

As expected, two SS gendarmes were waiting for me at the door of the laboratory early the next morning.I was then sent directly to SS headquarters in Munich.Fortunately, Zhao was still awake when I was taken away.