and his "forced" doll kiss

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Li Anyun didn't tell him that he had endured the whole month's fear alone, and his light words covered up the torment after the operation.

On the day of the operation, Li Anyun just woke up. When he opened his eyes, a beam of bright light hit his pupils. Doctors and nurses surrounded him, and everyone was waiting for him to wake up.

"Uh...don't...I want my brother...brother...brother..." Li Anyun shrank her legs and curled up on the cold operating table.

"Be obedient, lie on your back, and keep your eyes open. When you go out, my brother will come." The doctor also felt sorry for Li Anyun. He accidentally told him that the operation was performed without anesthesia two days ago, and he began to resist. Face to face he was afraid.

"Brother can't come...he can't come, he can't move...brother, he's sick..." Li Anyun watched the nurse prepare the cold instruments for the operation.

"Then wait for you to recover, and go find brother yourself." The doctor lifted the quilt from his body, and connected various catheters and wires connected to the instruments.

On the electronic screen, data that Li Anyun could not understand was beating, and there was a monitoring clip for measuring blood oxygen saturation on his fingertips.

"During the operation, don't fall asleep, don't close your eyes, and stay awake. If you fall asleep, the risk of failure is too great." The doctor asked the nurse to stand beside him to calm his emotions. She met Li Anyun in the operating room, so what the doctor said almost seemed like an imperial decree.

"Take it away, tear it off... Uh..." Li Anyun shook her body to resist, but the resistance was declared invalid.

"Be quiet, the operation begins." The doctor put his hands and feet in the support frame, and covered his body with a surgical drape, exposing a large piece of chest skin.

"Don't, don't, don't, don't touch me... don't touch me, go away..." Li Anyun pushed the doctor away, as if hitting cotton, the infusion needle stuck in his hand broke free, and blood slid down the back of his hand.

"Don't talk, breathe out slowly, let someone control him." The doctor cut the skin with a scalpel, but the blood did not ooze out, and the nurse pressed the wound with alcohol cotton balls.

"Brother, I want my brother...It hurts so much...Save me, save me, save me..." Li Anyun blinked, desperately suppressing the tears from overflowing her eyes. The tears were in her eyes, and her eyes were flushed.

"The more you shout, the more it hurts. Exhale, relax, exhale, relax, will it stop the pain?" What the doctor said made Li Anyun feel a little ridiculous, maybe it wasn't the kind of pain that he couldn't understand .

"Ugh...uh...vomit..." Li Anyun began to break out in a cold sweat because of the pain, nerve pain, bone pain, heart pain, and finally stopped on the left chest and stopped spreading.

The nurse squeezed the man's hand tightly, and looked at the man lying on the bed, with a curved pan on his body, filled with bloody instruments and gauze, and the smell of blood and medicine filled the entire operating room.

Li Anyun was wearing a breathing mask, which was mandatory. The blood he coughed up was sprayed on the transparent mask, looking down, like a rose covered by him, with petals hanging on his eyelids.

It's too beautiful.

"Don't wear it anymore, apply a styptic needle, and use nasal oxygen." The doctor straightened Li Anyun, with restraint belts tied around his joints, his left chest was bloody, and his heart was exposed in the air.

You could almost see blood flowing from the veins, it was dark red, which matched Li Anyun's sickness.

Ren'er's hands and feet were trembling with pain, and he still had to stay awake. He tried to close his eyes several times, but was stopped by the nurse. He survived for three hours with only weak breathing and a broken heartbeat.

When he was finally pushed out, tears soaked the quilt on his chin, his morbidity was hidden, and the figures around him were all blurred.

Tang Nianlang followed behind the operating trolley, wiping away tears. The infusion stand was being pushed by the nurse, with four bags of medicine hanging on it, one infusion tube was connected to the indwelling needle on the back of the hand, and the other three were still placed in the tray next to the pillow. .

Li Anyun still couldn't close his eyes, so he was sent to the intensive care unit and connected to a detector on his heart.

The voice of "Didi Didi" seemed to predict something.

Tang Nianchu sat on a chair wearing a sterile suit. The fabric of the sterile suit was similar to plastic. When she wiped her tears with it, her skin hurt and her face turned red after a few strokes.

"Mom, don't cry, it won't look good if your face is scratched." Li Anyun looked at Tang Nianrou, and felt that she should smile for a moment.

Women are more likely to be emotional. Although they are nodding, their tears will not be restricted by the nodding.

After staying for two hours, she was finally told that she could sleep for a while, and Li Anyun fell asleep in a daze as Tang Nianchao stroked her.

In the dream is He Shiyu's past, even the future.

In the past, we walked hand in hand in any street, smelling the fragrance of flowers and listening to the chirping of insects. In the future, he pushed him and counted the roses blooming under the side wall.

After sleeping for almost half a day, the data on the monitor screen was still stable, and Tang Nianlang's heart was finally relieved.

The half month after the operation without anesthesia was the hardest, especially the first two days, whenever a doctor came in to make rounds and moved his hands, Li Anyun burst into tears and yelled for his brother crazily.

The first time he was inexperienced, the second time he took out the doll he had prepared earlier and stuffed it into his arms when he called out for the first brother.

He coaxed his brother to come, it hurt so much, suddenly a soft thing was stuffed into his arms, hugged so tightly, the original crazily shouting turned into murmurs.

Looking at it now, he seems to be more mildly mentally ill than Shi Yu.

Wait for the doctor to put the used medical waste in the tray, wait for the pain to stop, wait for the consciousness to wake up, wait for the sight in the arms is just a doll with one eye missing.

Li Anyun broke down and cried uncontrollably. Thanks to him hugging him so tightly, he turned out to be just an ugly doll, which almost made him feel dependent.

"Mom, I'm not in pain anymore. I want to meet my brother." Li Anyun hugged a small corner of the quilt, and the indwelling needle on the back of her hand was still inserted into the infusion tube for infusion.

The sky is always dark, and the moonlight shines brightly on the liquid in the infusion bag, like broken fireflies.

"In a few days, I will find my brother in a few days." Tang Nianlang could only comfort him in this way.

Li Anyun believed it once, but repeated it again and again, waiting for these three words made him wary.

It was another early morning, and the light fell on the tiled floor, blocked by the oblique shadows of figures walking in the corridor.

The left chest still hurts, the pain is so painful that it affects breathing, heart palpitations, and every minute and every second that is separated from Shi Yu.

Surprisingly, the rag doll is quite durable, I feel a little sorry for Shi Yu, and almost got robbed of 20.00% of her goodwill.

Don't think about food and drink, no matter what Tang Nianchu bought and brought into the intensive care unit, Li Anyun would rarely take a look.

"Mom, I really don't have an appetite, you can eat it yourself." Li Anyun smelled a strong smell of wontons.

In the past, Tang Nianlang always ate with him. There were more than 20 in one bowl, and they would be put into Shiyu's bowl quietly.

"Don't An An like to eat wontons?" Tang Nianlang lifted the bed so that he could lie down halfway, and blew on the wontons in the bowl.

Li Anyun only ate nine. He could eat fifteen before, and Tang Nianlang counted them every time.