he can't see our ears

I got a call at three o'clock in the morning.There was a female voice on the phone, claiming to be the police. I fell into a drowsy sleep, and my first reaction was that she had dialed the wrong number.

She gave my name, and that of my brother, and asked if I was related to him.

I woke up instantly.It's very strange, why did you come to me? My eldest brother and I haven't seen each other for many years. The last time we met was when I was a sophomore.

I quickly asked what's the matter.She said that my brother was injured and is now in the hospital. She gave an address and hoped that the family members could rush there as soon as possible.

My first reaction was that it was a scam, but then I realized that they didn't ask me for money, but wanted me to go to that hospital quickly... that might be true.

I quickly asked about the cause and effect.She told me calmly that my brother's life is not in danger, but he can't speak now and is sleeping with anesthesia.

She asked me to pack up the necessary things and documents first, and then we added WeChat, and she sent all the address location and the like just mentioned to my mobile phone, and asked me to set off first, and then slowly tell me the details.

The incident happened in city A, the city where the elder brother works, not too far from my place, just drive there.But I am in a bit of a mess right now, and I might not be able to drive a car, so I ordered a car online.

While waiting for the online car-hailing car to arrive, the policewoman just contacted me on WeChat and sent me some pictures.The young man on the hospital bed in the picture is indeed the elder brother, and the photo only shows above the chest.What I can see is that the place is clean, and I can't tell whether the injury is serious or not.

In addition to the photos, the policewoman also sent me the ins and outs of the incident one after another.

Yesterday afternoon, a small yacht lost contact near the coastal city A.

This batch of yachts came from a local tourism project. Under normal circumstances, they would not go too far. One of them did not come back for a long time, and the company soon noticed the abnormality.It took hours for people to find the boat, which was in areas of the sea that are not normally allowed to go.

The rescue team boarded the yacht and found that there was no one in the boat. There should have been eight guests and two employees on board.

Rescuers expanded their search area and finally found one survivor, my eldest brother, around midnight.He was floating in the sea wearing a life jacket, and still had a faint sense of consciousness.

The heavens have favored the eldest brother enough, except for him, no one else has searched for it until now.

By the time I got in the car and got on the highway, it was said that the search and rescue was still going on in City A.

In the early morning, I finally arrived in City A, and it took me a long time to find the hospital at the address.

I finally met the policewoman who had gotten in touch with me earlier.She said that my brother's situation is quite special, and it would be better to call his family members to talk about it anyway. She will be responsible for communicating with me in the near future.

I was in a hurry to ask where the ward was, but the female policeman pulled me to sit down and said to take a rest first, and she asked me something first.

"By the way, can you contact his father?" the policewoman asked me.

I shook my head: "I never saved my uncle's contact information."

Yes, Big Brother's father is not my father.We are half brothers.

After the mother got married, she had an elder brother. Later, the mother divorced her ex-husband, and the elder brother lived with her mother.

Two years after the divorce, my mother and new lover had me.My brother and I are 8 years apart.

Unfortunately, I don't know who my father is.My mother and my biological father were together for a short time and were not officially registered. She raised me alone, and my eldest brother also helped a lot.

To sum it up, I'm really not a happy person.When I was a primary school student, a big event happened at home.Mother is missing.

It was time to report to the police. Everyone attached great importance to this matter, but they couldn't find it after searching for a long time. No one was alive or dead.Day by day, month, month, year, year, it is registered as death.

It still hurts to think about it now, but after all these years, I can still recall it calmly.

The police must have known about this special situation in my family for a long time, so they didn't ask where my mother was at all, but only asked about my eldest brother's father.

It is said that his father did not remarry after the divorce and has been living alone.I don't know anything else.

In addition to these, the policewoman also asked me a lot of insignificant things, such as whether the road is smooth, whether there are many people on the expressway in the morning, and so on.

I could feel that she was trying to calm me down, that she wanted to talk casually first, to make me as relaxed as possible.

The reason why I feel this is because I just saw a similar interview technique not long ago: Before walking into the target company, find someone nearby to chat casually, just talk about unrelated things, so that your heart will Eating a kind of "cheat meal" creates the illusion of being familiar with the environment, and the mood can be relieved a lot, which will be helpful for the next interview.

She needs me to be as relaxed as possible.

That said, bad news awaits me.

After chatting for a while, she answered the phone and took me to the elevator on the ward floor after answering.I finally got to see my brother.

After seeing him, I was taken aback.

I fully understood why the female policeman wanted to appease me first, and also why the previous photo didn't show the whole body.

The eldest brother was lying on the hospital bed, still in a coma.There are several hideous wounds on the abdomen, waist and limbs, which have been stitched up.It may be some medical need. The wound is not covered with a bandage like in the TV series, but exposed, which is really shocking to watch.

Looking at the appearance of these injuries, how does this look like being killed in the sea?It's more like being chopped by someone, or bitten by a wild animal.

There happened to be a nurse in the ward, and she reassured me that the patient was in stable condition and out of danger.In fact, he woke up once before, and now he is just sleeping and resting again, not in a coma, so don't be afraid, just wait a little longer.

I'm still panicking.Although I haven't seen each other for many years, this is my only relative after all.

The relationship between me and my elder brother, how should I put it... let’s talk about intimacy, it doesn’t seem to be the kind of nasty intimacy. We haven’t seen each other for many years, and we haven’t said anything to each other. It seems that the relationship is not very good; but to say Our relationship is not good, and it is definitely not right, and I still have a lot of affection for him.

After my mother disappeared, I was only ten or eleven years old, and the community, teachers and elder brother took care of me together.Later, my eldest brother didn't go to college, so he relied on odd jobs. I don't know how many of the reasons are related to me.

The help from outsiders is always limited, and my life when I was a child was really supported by my elder brother alone.He never took credit and never asked me for anything in return.It is said that the eldest brother is like a father, but he is not like a "father". He never puts on airs to educate others, and never uses his status to pressure me to control me.He is naturally quiet and doesn't like to talk too much. Apart from taking care of my normal life, he just does his own thing quietly.

A few years later, I went to college, and he paid the tuition for the first year.Later, I also got a part-time job and applied for a loan, so he didn't need to pay for me anymore.

He left the home where we grew up together and went to work in City A. He seemed to be doing business or something, and he was quite busy.Gradually, his life improved, and I also had my own income, and the contact between the two of us decreased.

We have always kept each other's contact information, and we will send greetings to each other during New Years and holidays, but we have never seen each other again.

This matter is also very subtle when you think about it carefully.

The places where we work and live are not far apart, and it is said that we can get together frequently, but none of us took the initiative to mention it.

He didn't mention it, and neither did I.

And I have always had a strange feeling: I don't feel that he has left at all, there is no sense of distance separating the two places, what he was before, and what he is now, like two fish kept in the same big aquarium, Swimming separately to the sides of the aquarium is not considered separated, but still together.

I firmly believe that my eldest brother must feel the same way.

This kind of thinking cannot be shared with others, and others will not believe it. They will only think that my elder brother and I are not related by blood and have no feelings for each other.

My mind was stuck in memories, but my hands and legs couldn't be free. I went to go through a bunch of hospital procedures non-stop, and then cheered up, ready to see the doctor and ask about my elder brother's injury.

When I got back to the ward, the doctor had come and was waiting for me.

He asked me to go to the office to chat with him. There are nurses in the ward to take care of him, so don't worry.

In the office are me, a policewoman, a doctor, and two men whose identities I don't know.They didn't say who they were, but they probably belonged to some local department. After all, what happened to this ship was a big deal.

We sat down, and the first sentence the doctor said, I had that "sure enough" feeling.

He said that the eldest brother's injury should be caused by animal bites.

Since it happened in the sea, I immediately asked if it was a shark.A male staff member next to him said that there are no sharks in that sea area at all, and there have been no sharks for many years, and no traces of shark activities have been found so far.

The policewoman said that the evidence of the wound has been collected, and the cause of the injury may not be judged by ordinary hospitals, and multiple forensic doctors are needed to conduct detailed research and identification.

Then another doctor came in.She introduced herself as a neurologist, and the male doctor just now was a general surgeon.The female doctor and the male doctor glanced at each other. Judging from their eyes, they seemed to be about to say something very important.

The faces of the other people also had expressions of preparedness, which made me a little flustered.

I am most afraid that they will not speak, and when they do not speak, I will start thinking wildly.

The female doctor thought about her words for a long time, and as soon as she opened her mouth, she told me a lot of technical terms, most of which I couldn't understand.

I can only understand one thing: when my eldest brother woke up, some reactions were not normal, and further examination may be needed.

I asked what is abnormal?The female doctor gave an example."He mentioned something while he was awake ... he said he couldn't see our ears," she said.

I was dumbfounded by these words: "What do you mean you can't see your ears?"

The female doctor said: "We didn't understand it at first, but after asking in detail, what he said was literal, he couldn't see other people's ears."