Unremarkable Love Little Devil [Zhongyingmei]

Glassman passed by the emergency room and saw Queenie asleep on a bench in the hospital corridor.

He glanced at the clock on the wall, it was already a quarter past eleven in the evening.

The old dean walked over and called out, "Queenie."

The sleeping girl didn't respond.

Glassman bent down, reached out and patted the girl's thin shoulder.

Almost the moment his hand touched Queenie's shoulder, Glassman felt that the world in front of him suddenly disappeared, and the boundless darkness rushed towards his face. He seemed to be pulled by an invisible force and fell uncontrollably towards the darkness.

Glassman suddenly withdrew his hand from Queenie, and the dazzling light mixed with the noisy human voice poured into the eyelids and eardrums again.

The dean looked at the girl sleeping with her eyes closed on the bench in amazement.

At that moment just now, Glassman had never experienced darkness, silence and coldness in his life.

At his age, it is impossible not to think about death. It can be said that every day is a step closer to death.What's more, as a doctor, I witness death almost every moment.

But Glassman had never felt death so truly as before, as if he had just accidentally touched the real door of death.

Glassman came back to his senses and saw that Queenie had woken up from a deep sleep, rubbing her eyes and slowly sitting up straight.

Glassman put that hand behind his back.

Queenie didn't seem to notice his abnormality, and asked sleepily, "Is Sean back?"

"Not yet," Glassman said.

"How long will he be?"

"I'm afraid so."

Queenie asked again, "Can I wait for him here?"

After a moment of silence, Glassman said, "Of course, boy, you can wait for him here."

Then Glassman heard the polite "Thank you."

The dean turned to leave, but stopped after a few steps and turned back.

Queenie had already lay down on the bench again, her thin and small body looked even more slender and fragile on the cold metal chair.

The old dean sighed and turned back.

"Follow me baby."

The dean took Queenie to a lounge and pointed to the sofa inside.

"You can wait here for Sean."

He brought her another blanket.

Queenie took the blanket, but this time she didn't thank him immediately, but looked at him with calm eyes.

"You have something to tell me."

She used an affirmative tone.

Glassman nodded: "Yes."

After speaking, he stopped.

Queenie didn't rush, she sat down on the sofa, wrapped herself in a soft blanket, and then found a comfortable position on the sofa.

Glassman sat down on a chair across from the sofa, looked at the child who covered the blanket up to his chin, and almost rolled himself into a silkworm chrysalis, his eyes softened.

"You know," he said thoughtfully, "Dr. Melendez has never been able to find out the reason for your sudden lucidity, just as we have never been able to diagnose the reason for your coma in the first place. Did you know?"

Glassman made his voice as soft and gentle as possible.

Queenie didn't pay much attention, and said succinctly: "I was born to sleep."

Obviously this answer is not enough to answer Glassman's doubts.

"Then can you describe the place where you sleep?"

The darkness touched a few minutes ago came back to Glassman's mind.

"A place to sleep." Queenie repeated Glassman's question.She looked at Glassman quietly for a moment, then said suddenly: "I have slept for too long, so I don't understand human beings. But I find that what people say is often different from what they think in their hearts. Just like you at this moment."

Glassman froze for a moment.

Queenie continued: "You're full of worry, you're touching the darkness in me, you're worried about Sean, and you keep saying things that have nothing to do with it. I don't understand."

There was a few seconds of silence in the living room.

"Yes," Glassman finally said, "I'm worried about Sean. He's...he's special..."

Queenie nodded in agreement: "He is a very good person. So don't worry, I won't hurt him."

Glassman still looked at her with worried eyes.

Queenie looked directly at him: "I will never hurt Sean Murphy, and I will not allow others to hurt him. This is my promise."

She made the assurance in a soft, calm but convincing tone.

After speaking, Queenie yawned, her beautiful green eyes glistening with sleepiness.

"Do you have any other questions?"

She was really sleepy, and her body hadn't fully adjusted from the long sleep.

Glassman stood up from the chair, and when he looked down again, he saw that the person on the sofa had fallen asleep.

He stood for a while longer, then turned and walked toward the door.

It was an ordinary and unusual day at St. Bonaventure Hospital.

What is unusual is that the doctors of St. Bonaventure Hospital, as always, raced against the god of death, and once again managed to win a life back from the god of death.

Unusually, a "patient" woke up here this day.It's just that no one has realized how unusual it is.

Sean walked out of the operating room at one o'clock in the morning.

Queenie was waiting for him just outside the operating room, not in the lounge that Glassman had taken her to.

Sean said, "Dr. Melendez said you can be discharged."

Queenie nodded and said, "Is your job over?"

Sean said, "Yeah."

Neither of them spoke anymore.Queenie tilted her head to look at him.

Sean avoided her eyes, his hands were habitually crossed because of nervousness.

"I should go home."

Queenie asked, "Don't you live here?"

"No, I live in an apartment building."

"apartment?"

"Ah."

Queenie nodded: "May I go home with you?"

He glanced at her somewhat unexpectedly, and then looked away immediately, as if he didn't know where to look, and his body shook slightly uncontrollably.

"No, I'm afraid not," he said.

Queenie asked, "Why?"

Sean said seriously: "Because, that's my house, I live in it, and I don't like living with other people."

Queenie nodded again.There was no unhappiness or frustration of being rejected on the face.

Queenie walked out of the hospital with Sean.

Outside is the darkness and silence of the night, and the cold air permeates the night.

They stopped at the door of the hospital.

Sean turned around, held the strap of the backpack firmly with one hand, stood upright, stared at the top of Queenie's head and said loudly, "Goodbye, Queenie."

Without waiting for a reply, he quickly turned and left.

But when Sean returned to the apartment, he found that the night was extraordinarily difficult for him.

Because his plans were completely disrupted.

All the details in his life have a strict time plan, even down to the time for brushing his teeth and taking a bath.But he didn't expect that he would be so strongly disturbed—the image of Queenie standing alone at the hospital door kept recurring in his mind when he left.It took almost all of his inhibitions to stop himself from rushing out the door, outside, back to the hospital.

He spent the night lying in bed with his eyes open, counting the hours.After coming to San Jose, he was so excited that he didn't sleep all night when he got the offer from the hospital on the first day.

But even Sean Insomniac was lying upright on the bed, with a well-regulated posture, his hands folded on his stomach, and even the eyes staring at the ceiling took a long time to blink lightly once.

The only difference is that tonight his brain has become a little chaotic just like the routine before going to bed, which he is not used to.

Sean didn't know that while he was lying on the mattress with his eyes open, Queenie was standing downstairs in his apartment.

The sky is still dark, the moon has moved its position, and the sparse stars hang above the head, as if they will fall at any time.

Queenie stood alone under the streetlight in front of the apartment building and took a deep breath. The cold air smelled like maple syrup.

She didn't feel sad or sad, any more than she felt upset when Sean refused to take her home. She didn't understand it yet.

In fact, she didn't care at all, anyway, if she wanted, she could always find him.

Now she has found him.

I was still a little satisfied and happy.

As Queenie walked slowly through her first night on earth, breathing in the sweet aroma of syrup in the air, two tall men suddenly appeared and stopped in front of her, one on the left and the other on the right, their bodies pungent. The smell of wine dilutes the smell of maple syrup in the air, making her frown slightly.

One of the men called her "beauty" in a flirtatious voice and asked if she was lost?

Queenie didn't speak, and didn't even look at them halfway.

Until one of the men whose neck was surrounded by tattoos suddenly pointed to the apartment standing in front of him and said, "It's so late, why don't you come up with us and sit down."

Only then did Queenie look at the two of them, she raised her head slightly and asked softly, "Do you live here?"

The two men under the control of alcohol and drugs couldn't help but froze when they saw Queenie's face completely exposed to the light, and one of them excitedly stretched out his hand to put it on her shoulder.

Queenie glanced at him with calm green eyes, and the man retracted his arms uncontrollably for some reason.

Queenie asked herself, "Which floor do you live on?"

One of the men answered.

Queenie curled her lips.The two men looked silly again.

Under the dim light of the street lamp, she looked at the two thoughtfully and smiled: "Do you really just want me to go up and sit?"

The two men seemed to be sucked out of their souls by her green pupils, and said with stiff eyes: "Don't be stupid, of course not, we will abuse you, rape you, and maybe kill you in the end."

Queenie looked at them calmly. In fact, there was no need for the two of them to speak out. The evil thoughts in their brains were as clearly seen in her eyes as smudges on white paper.

She was also familiar with the smiles on their faces, like those dark souls she had seen in their sleep before.

Queenie smiled slightly and said, "Okay. Let's go."

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The author has something to say: don't forget that the little cute heroine is a devil.

Thanks to the little fairy "One Night Summer", irrigation nutrient solution +40