Slow heart rate and heart pressure, spontaneous breathing disappears, loss of consciousness
I don't know how long it has passed, she seems to be wandering in the endless darkness, and the river of time flowing under her body is not known to be legendary.
Time is like a rusty axe, clumsily carving the world.
This is a world full of ugliness.
She has loved and hated.
This is the best of times and the worst of times.
She has succeeded and failed.
Been alone and grown up.
Separated, cared about.
Painful, happy.
Vaguely remember someone said to her, sang
If the world is complicated, false, and noisy, I will run to you with all my strength.
Even if it is far away, I will definitely arrive.
If you talk stupid, drunk, or lie, I will run to you with all my strength.
Even if I am scared, I will definitely arrive.
If all you have are scars, struggles, and armor, I will run to you with all my strength.
Even if it is small, we will not be alone.
She has been touched and deceived
Of course, I have broken out of a cocoon and become a butterfly, and I have also become a cocoon
Time knows people, and troubles know people.
Time is the best filter; time is the truest distinguisher.
The glitz of the world has gone through all kinds of forms in the world, making people forget the original intention.
Those humble and pure white times are getting farther and farther away, leaving only the little fireflies waiting for leisure and sorrow.
The mood gradually got used to the same as migrating birds, and they took off in a hurry.
It turned out that it was this feeling of being liberated.
The whole person floated lightly, passing through the clouds as soft as cotton, perhaps turning into a bird.
In the world, there is a bird without feet, it can only fly and fly, and sleeps in the wind when it is tired. This kind of bird can only go to the ground once in its life, and that time is when it dies.
Looking at her short and inactive life, she found that she was actually a footless bird.
When I was young, I flew in the mountains, and when I grew up, I flew in the city. I flew every day, but I couldn¡¯t stop when I was tired.
Because she has no place to stay.
She was the only branch she thought she could have a foothold on, but she was broken by fate.
In the end, she wanted to choose the way of self-destruction, and wanted to achieve eternal habitat through euthanasia.
In the long river of time, nothing will remain, including pain, happiness and life.
The sharp teeth of time can bite everything, and the tail of youth is gone.
She rode a galloping white horse, as if standing at the end of time, suddenly looked back at the shadow under her feet.
He is vaguely still the child who flew out of the mountains and set off towards the sun, never thinking that one day his wings would be melted by the sun.
The brave girl planted the flowers of her dreams.
She thought she would never dry up.
If she understands the price of flying, can she still be as brave as before?
28 days later.
Hospital ward.
"Xiao Li, I was wrong, when will you wake up?"
The ear is not a female voice, but a male voice.
Tears flowed from the corners of the eyes of the woman on the bed.
"Doctor Bai, she is crying, is she going to wake up?"
"Surgical treatment of brain tumors has certain damage to nerve function, and symptoms such as temporary or long-term disturbance of consciousness appear. Although she is not awake yet, she will cry when communicating with her, which shows that she is responsive."
Hearing this, Lin Li, who had been in a deep coma after the operation, woke up, and Gu Weicheng and Bai Sheng were all she saw, and the first thing she said was: "Damnwhy not me?" (Remember this site URL: www.hlnovel.com