Strange disease

It turned out that I was already dead.

In fact, I vaguely guessed that this might be the case before, but I couldn't believe it. After all, I searched Baidu a few days ago, and I didn't find anyone with similar symptoms to me.

It is said that Baidu sees a doctor, and cancer starts. I don’t think I need to be diagnosed in this case. It must be cremated for three years, and the grave is covered with trees.

I dare not think about Xi Rong.

Before talking about it, I recalled that he just had some inexplicable pain in his chest, but now, that feeling is really piercing.

I forced myself to turn off the phone, my fingers were shaking.

Some blurry images appeared in my mind, like a broken film, and finally played to the scene before my death.

At that time, I was lying on this bed at home, there was no one else around me, only Xi Rong was sitting on the side, his figure was solitary in the setting sun.

When he finally closed his eyes, he lowered his head and kissed my forehead.

Then, it was dark.

But I can know that he hasn't moved for a long time, until I can feel that I am completely cold, and the lip marks on my forehead are extraordinarily hot.

I die before him.

It was he who saw me go.

In fact, I really want to give him a call.

Hey, you know what, it's me.

You are not dreaming, you are stupid, it is the young master, I really cheated!

Surprise, not unexpected?

Don't think I don't know what you did behind my back, it must be you who put me in the refrigerator, right?

It scared me to death, I thought I was sleepwalking before.

Alas, where are the new parents? I haven’t been reincarnated, and I haven’t had Mengpo soup. Only a strange uncle keeps sending me messages. He says he wants me to be happy every day and calls me a baby.

Hmph, it's so gross.

Don't miss me too much, I'm back.

……

But I know I can't.

Everyone knows the truth that people cannot be resurrected after death. Besides, I don't understand myself. I am like this, whether I survived a strange life or returned to the light.

I should have left cleanly like that, and said goodbye to him and this world forever.

I am a dead person, but Xi Rong is still alive, and he still has a long life.

Xi Rong said that he actually didn't want me to think of him, because all the experiences related to him were painful.

He said sorry for me, but it wasn't like that.

I never complained to him, although it was not his fault that I died at his hands, to be sure.

I remember that the first time I met Xi Rong was in the hospital.

He was wearing a neat white coat, a pair of rather refined scum glasses on his high nose bridge, and a smell of disinfectant that made me panic reflexively. His handsome face had no temperature, like an emotionless robot .

He also spoke coldly, just one sentence, there is no hope, the family members should be mentally prepared.

The family member he mentioned was me.

At that time, I directly picked up the water glass in my hand and smashed it hard.

There was a loud bang.

The water glass shattered and glass shards splashed on him. He didn't even hide for a moment and said, I understand your feelings, but please calm down.

I yelled, quack doctor, are you fucking looking for a beating?

Xi Rong looked at me through the glasses with indifferent eyes and said that beating medical staff is against the law.

He didn't get in, and I had nothing to do with him. He turned his head and dialed the inside line directly to the security guard, trying to pull me away, but after I got angry, I became afraid again, and almost knelt down to beg him.

I took a breath and said, you are a dignified director, can't you think of a way?What do you mean if you say that you can't cure it, you think I can't afford it?

That's my own mother, I'm still a student who has just grown up, but I'm selling everything, I'm going to borrow money from usury, and I want her to heal my illness, even if there is only a little hope, is that okay?

Doctor, please help me, my father is gone, I can't live without my mother.

Doctor, I beg you.

He stood up from his office seat, looked down at me, and shook his head slightly.

No way, he said.

I'm not a god, I can't save everyone.

At that time, there was nothing I could do about fate, I could only hate him.

The result was exactly as he expected, only half a month later, my mother suddenly lost her breath, and the hospital immediately issued a critical illness notice. It was three o'clock in the morning, and I was kicked out. I saw that Xi Rong was still wearing a spotless white coat , came in a hurry, and rushed into the ward with several doctors and nurses.

I stood outside helplessly, and only saw his busy back surrounded by the crowd through the window of the door.

At that moment, I thought, I sincerely repent, I shouldn't scold him, I shouldn't call him a quack doctor, if he can save my mother, I'm even willing to kowtow to him, and serve him as a cow for the rest of my life.

It was a long night.

I don't remember how long he stayed in the ward. In short, it was a mess. I was anxious like an ant on a hot pot outside, but I couldn't help.

When he finally came out, I was already out of my mind. I only remembered the half of his pale and cold face above the mask, and the thick bruises around his eyes.

I hurried to meet him, he seemed to know what I wanted to ask.

He put his rubber-gloved hand on my shoulder, and said in a low voice, the dead cannot be resurrected, sorry.

Only then did I remember that the saying that people cannot be resurrected after death was first said to me by him.