boss please let me go

"Sister-in-law, you haven't fully recovered yet, let me take care of Brother Chen."

In the ward, Mingyu looked at Su Han with some worry in her words.

"It's okay, I can." Su Han smiled at Mingyu, then soaked the towel in warm water, wrung it dry, and wiped Zuo Chen's cheek carefully.

A few strands of black hair stuck to the man's smooth and somewhat pale forehead, Su Han gently pushed them away, and several fresh scars were exposed in sight.

Although he had tried his best to hold him just now, he still couldn't prevent Zuo Chen from hurting himself.

Under the intense pain in his head, Zuo Chen grabbed his hair uncontrollably, and inadvertently scratched a few wounds on his forehead with his fingers.

Later, Mingyu hurriedly called the doctor, and after giving Zuo Chen a shot of sedative, he saw that his restless mood gradually calmed down, and then he fell into a deep sleep.

After wiping, Su Han carefully treated the wound on Zuo Chen's forehead with cotton swabs and liquid medicine.

These tasks were originally done by full-time nurses, but after sending Zuo Chen to the ward, Su Han politely declined their help.

It's not a matter of trust or not, but that he doesn't want to use the hands of others to take care of this person, this person who has been tortured because of him.

After that, Mingyu seemed to understand Su Han's mood at this time, and Mingyu no longer persisted.

"Ming Yu"

"I'm here."

"Maybe I need to trouble you to help Zuo Chen go through the discharge procedures." Su Han stopped the movements of his hands, looked at Mingyu and said earnestly.

"Well, I understand, I'll do it now."

"it is good"

"Sister-in-law..." Mingyu hesitated to speak.

"Ok?"

"Brother Chen's situation... If you go home, will there be any problems..."

Understanding Mingyu's concerns, Su Han smiled lightly, but said nothing.

It wasn't until Mingyu was about to walk out of the room that he heard a sigh-like murmur in his ear.

No, there is no place that can heal wounds better than home, besides, Xiao Han, whom he regards as his life, has returned...

In the evening, the car drove to the house.

Looking at the familiar environment around him, Su Han's calm heart rippled a little.

By this time the snow had stopped, and everything was perfectly quiet.

Su Han lay down by the car window to take a breath of fresh air, and after the car stopped, he carefully pulled Zuo Chen, whose face was wrapped so that only his eyes were exposed, out of the car.

Like holding a delicate but fragile big doll, Su Han walked slowly and cautiously.

"Zuo Chen, we are going home, are you happy?"

Su Han stopped, stood on tiptoe and lightly hooked Zuo Chen's neck, pressed against his forehead, and asked with a smile in his eyes.

Maybe it's because he likes this new environment, or because of Su Han's action.

This time Zuo Chen's expression was no longer the worrisome dullness before, but he was trying to convey his mood with movements.

Although it was just a slight twitch of the face, an unnatural smile, it moved Su Han so much that he wanted to cry.

"Great, my Zuo Chen has improved, give me a reward!" Su Han smiled, with tears in his eyes, and gently kissed Zuo Chen's nose.

"Come on, let's go home!"

In the snow, two rows of footprints stretched side by side. Mingyu watched the two figures drift away, and her vision blurred.

-

Dressing and eating, walking and talking, washing and cleaning... In the days that followed, Su Han taught Zuo Chen patiently and meticulously over and over again like treating a newborn child.

Although his movements are still clumsy due to illness, for example, he often spills rice grains on his clothes when eating, eats toothpaste when brushing his teeth, and often cannot utter a single sound when practicing speaking.

But Su Han never gave up, every time Zuo Chen finished an item with difficulty, Su Han would happily kiss him, and then praise him in a soft voice for his progress.

This kind of simple happiness made Su Han intoxicated.

"This character, Nian Chen, is our Zuo Chen's name."

Su Han stood behind Zuo Chen holding a piece of paper with writing on it, and said lovingly against his face, "Chen, good boy, follow me to read, you will be rewarded if you speak up."

"..."

Zuo Chen stared at the writing on the paper seriously, but opened his mouth wide, and didn't make a sound for a long time.

"Zuo Chen is not in a hurry, let's take our time." Seeing that Zuo Chen seemed to be a little impatient and was tearing at the hem of his clothes vigorously, Su Han quickly separated his fingers, fearing that he would accidentally hurt herself.

"ch, en" Su Han pressed his lips to Zuo Chen's ear, and repeated softly.

Zuo Chen tried hard many times, but he still didn't make a sound. He couldn't help but show some grievances on his handsome face. He clutched his chest childishly, and then kept shivering, as if he had been hit hard.

"What's the matter? Is your chest hurting again?" Su Han quickly walked up to Zuo Chen and hugged him into his arms.

This is not the first time this happened. At the beginning, it even alarmed Zuo Su, who had already been discharged from the hospital. When he knew that his child's condition was so serious, the old man Zuo was so excited that he almost had another attack.

However, after multiple examinations, the cause was not found. It was not until after consulting an expert that everyone knew that this was a common symptom of hysterical patients. They like to fantasize and put themselves into the stories they weave.

After a period of hypnotherapy, Su Han realized that in this story, Zuo Chen was a person who had lost his heart. Whenever he was stimulated or felt anxious or panicked, he would hold his chest tightly, as if the pain of the lost heart was in the same place. It came in an instant.

"Don't be afraid, we are at home, no one can hurt us anymore, Zuo Chen is not afraid, your heart is here, you have never lost it..."

Su Han hugged the trembling man tightly, pressed his chest against him, and passed on his strong heartbeat to him.

After a few more days, the weather finally warmed up completely, and the soil in the garden was shiny black after being infiltrated by snow water, blatantly declaring its fertility.

Su Han bought a few red maple trees and prepared to plant them in front of the house. Although the stunning scenery of Fengshan Mountain cannot be seen here, it is a testimony of their love.

He will always remember that on that cool autumn night, when all the red leaves on Fengshan Mountain were singing Qing songs in the wind, that handsome man said to him, "When I go back, I will plant some red maples around my house, okay?" ..."

The tulle of memory was blown away by the soft spring wind, Su Han's heart seemed to soften into a puddle of water.

Turning around to look at the man who was obediently sitting in front of the door and looking at him with wide eyes, the corners of Su Han's lips gradually curled up.

Zuo Chen, when Xiaohan plants a maple tree for you, I will hug you and admire it, just like what you did for me back then...

In the blink of an eye, there was another cold and heat, and the plants in the garden turned from green to green and then to yellow. However, in this depression, a dazzling fiery red bloomed so enthusiastically in the growing autumn wind.

Su Han happily dressed up Zuo Chen, and then dragged him out, "Let's go, let's go see Maple Leaf!"

"Does Zuo Chen like it?"

Standing in front of a maple tree, Su Han was like a coquettish kitten, rubbing his head affectionately against Zuo Chen's arm, then wrapped his arms around his waist and asked happily.

"You still remember, when you said you were going to carry me up the mountain, you were such a shameless fellow."

"When the daily treatment is over in these few days, I will take you to Fengshan, okay?"

"Hey, this time we still have to go climbing in the evening, just like before."

……

A voice as warm as a clear spring in a mountain stream slowly penetrated into the man's ear canal, and those bright black eyes shimmered, as if they were gradually different from the past.

"When the time comes, you have to listen to me obediently. I will hold you all the time and won't let you leave my side."

Su Han playfully turned in front of Zuo Chen, then buried her face in his chest, and gently rubbed against him.

"Does Zuo Chen still remember the allusion of Hongye's inscription?"

"Does the lady want to write a poem for her husband?"

Su Han's body was shaken by the sound that had been heard for a long time, and he couldn't tell whether it was memory or reality.

Su Han raised his face in a daze, and saw a pair of bright eyes staring at him, which were completely different from before...the burning eyes.

"Psychogenic hysteria will occur once and repeatedly, and the patient will wake up from time to time..."

Unconsciously, what the doctor said sounded in his mind, and Su Han froze his body and did not dare to move. He stared at the person in front of him intently, not daring to touch this seemingly false fact.

I don't know how long it took before Su Han said with a trembling voice, "I can't write poems... only... I can draw a picture... Woo... Zuo Chen... Is that you?"

"Xiaohan, I'm back..."

Zuo Chen hugged Su Han tightly, his lips pressed together, and tears slowly fused together.

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