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Volume 8 The Sword Unsheathed Chapter 135

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    Wealth seems to live in a vacuum, and the air is filled with deep loneliness.

    Wearing a large mask, the nurse came in quietly every day, put a bouquet of fresh flowers in the clear glass bottle, and then silently lowered her head to help him nurse and change his dressing.  She was very careful when changing the dressing, for fear of hurting Fugui. She always used boiling water to moisten the hard scars around the wound. Then she carefully took off the bandage and used tweezers to hold a cotton ball and apply it on it.  Alcohol disinfection, sometimes looking up at Fugui's expression with concern.

    Every time she used alcohol to clean the wound, Fugui felt a sharp pain, but he didn't want to see the guilty look in her eyes, so he always endured it.  He just hoped that she could sit down and talk to him for a few words. However, every time he changed the medicine and helped Fugui insert the infusion bottle, he would quietly leave with the plate in his hands. Even the door was closed gently, as if every slightest change was possible.  Sound will affect the recovery of wealth.

    Fugui kind of hates those two doctors. If they hadn't explained it to them, how could Fugui have endured this unbearable loneliness?

    Now that his consciousness is fully awake, he always goes to bed out of helplessness every day, and feels even more bored when he wakes up.  During the day, he could keep his ears open and listen to the sounds coming from outside, but at night, facing the bright lights, he would stay sleepless all night.

    The wind blows away a night of lovesickness, and the floating clouds bring broken dreams all over the ground.  Looking at the dim moonlight on the curtains, I think of all the worries in my heart.

    Yanzi's clear eyes were always like two endless railroad tracks, making his thoughts run on the train of longing. His heart, in the endless longing and deep guilt, moved along the two cold tracks.  The railway track rushed into a miserable darknessand that darkness has always been the black mist in his heart that is difficult to blow away!

    The more lonely I am, the more I feel abnormally lost, and I will miss Yanzi more deeply, thinking about every moment they spent together, thinking about those unforgettable times, thinking about her affectionate eyes, thinking about  Seeing her distant figure waving as they parted

    Always weaving years of dreams in the unbearable loneliness, always spreading infinite sadness in all kinds of loneliness.  The sweetheart has passed away, but only the longing is still locked in the bottom of my heart, and the sound of dripping tears resounds in the lonely night

    There was a sudden pain in his chest, as if someone was tearing at his wound, and Fugui couldn't help but take a breath.  I looked up at the bouquet of flowers on the window sill. The bright red petals were blooming quietly, as if they had been stained with blood.

    What day is it today?  How many times did you get shot?  Who sent him to the hospital?  Fugui looked at the bouquet of flowers and silently thought about the series of questions.

    He suddenly remembered that ferocious face that night, with a cruel smile on his face as he stepped closer, and the gun in his hand kept firing sinister bullets. Although he was unconscious at the time, he could still  He could clearly see the bright red blood mist emerging from his body as the gunshots fired

    ¡°If I could have been more patient at that time, if I could have discovered the sniper maybe there would have been a different outcome.  Fugui sighed softly. He looked at the white ceiling and thought silently: If he could turn back time and go back to that night, he would definitely kill that rampant sniper. But there is only one choice in life, no matter right or wrong, there is only one choice.  Can it happen once!

    It was precisely because of his own negligence that he was teased by that hateful guy. Fugui thought of that man teasing him like a cat playing with a mouse, and a surge of anger rose in his heart.

    The emotional fluctuations made his wound feel faintly painful again.

    ????????? Is what that doctor said actually true?  Fugui endured the pain and couldn't help but smile bitterly.  He remembered that the old doctor said before leaving: Have a good rest and don't be too emotional.  At that time, I secretly complained that it would be nice to have someone to talk to when I was so lonely. At that time, I secretly cursed him as a quack.

    It was a bit stuffy, especially the oxygen mask that held half of his face, which was very uncomfortable to press on his face.  Fugui stretched his legs gently, but he didn't feel any pain.  The nurse probably wouldn't come at night, so he simply reached out and gently took off the oxygen mask, but he couldn't turn off the bubbling switch, wasting oxygen in vain.

    "It's a waste, let's waste it. Who told them not to check it carefully and insist that my vital signs were not stable yet."  Fugui found a reason for himself and moved his arms gently again, feeling that he had recovered a lot.

    Fugui silently reminded himself that he must put on the oxygen mask before resting, otherwise the nurse would really be unable to explain when he came.

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    When he woke up, he saw several doctors in white coats surrounding him carefully examining him. The old doctor who came the day before yesterday also consulted with him.  Seeing Fugui wake up, he smiled at him on his serious face: "It's very good. It's beyond our expectation to recover so quickly." After that, he explained softly to the young doctor thatMr. ?? kept nodding.

    After they left, Fugui breathed a sigh of relief.

    The nurse changed the flowers, helped him clean the room, and finally stood in front of him, with a trace of dissatisfaction in his eyes, complaining: "The doctor said that you are recovering well, butbut what did you do last night?"  Take off the oxygen mask? Why don¡¯t you understand our work at all?¡±

    Fugui was startled for a moment. He remembered to put on an oxygen mask when he was resting yesterday, but he forgot when he was sleeping. No wonder the nurse was angry.  He smiled apologetically and looked for the oxygen mask beside the bed, but he couldn't find it after groping for a long time. He looked at the nurse awkwardly and said at a loss, "I'm sorry, it's too stuffy to wear it."

    The nurse sighed and said, "Stop looking for it. The doctor said you don't need to wear it anymore." After saying that, she picked up a cotton ball from the cabinet in front of the window, dipped it in his lips and said, "You recovered so quickly because of your good health."  , but you are still weak, take a good rest, control your emotions, talk less, and be sure to cooperate with our treatment."

    Fugui nodded and stared at the ceiling in a daze for a while. No wonder Liming said that being hospitalized was like being in confinement and would make people crazy with loneliness. Now I feel that his words are absolutely true.

    When the nurse took his temperature and picked up the plate to leave, Fugui couldn't help but asked gently: "Wait a minute, can I ask you something?"

    The nurse stopped, looked at him and nodded: "Okay, what's the matter?"

    Fugui has been wanting to know a lot of things these days, but now he really doesn¡¯t know where to start. He thought for a while and said, "How many days have I been here?"

    The nurse came back and said: "Today is the fourteenth day."

    "Oh." Fugui didn't expect to have stayed there for such a long time. He sighed, looked at her expectantly and asked: "I how are my comrades? Are they okay?"

    The nurse frowned slightly: "They are right next door to you. They are recovering well, but they are noisy and bored every day. These comrades of yours are good at everything, but their tempers are not flattering. Fugui, take good care of your injuries.  When you feel better, you can see them after you move out of the emergency ward."

    Fugui¡¯s hanging heart finally fell to the ground. He breathed a long sigh of relief and said, ¡°It¡¯s okay.¡± He was suddenly surprised, looked at the nurse and asked doubtfully, ¡°Do you know my name?¡±

    The nurse looked at Fugui and smiled: "Don't you remember me?"

    "We know each other?" Fugui looked at her, but her mask was too big, covering most of her face, and he couldn't remember who she was.

    "I'm Yang Jing." She looked at her watch and said, "You've been talking a lot today. Let's take a rest from now on." After saying that, she walked to the door with the plate in hand. She thought of something and said, "I know you feel very bored.  I¡¯ll give you a gift soon, so be sure to thank me when you get better!¡±

    After she left, Fugui thought about what she had just said. He knew the tempers of his comrades very well. Staying quietly like this every day, even he felt lonely and unbearable, let alone them.

    Yang Jing came here in the afternoon. She was holding an exquisite paper box with a pink ribbon tied with a beautiful bow. As soon as she entered the door, she smiled at Fugui and said, "Guess what's in my hand?"

    Fugui looked at the carton and shook his head: "I can't guess."

    She brought the paper box and it turned out to be a miniature tape recorder.  She lowered her head and put a tape in, then looked at Fugui and said, "The doctor said that listening to music is good for you, so I spent the whole morning playing around and bought this tape. I don't know if you like it or not."

    To be honest, Fugui knows nothing about music.  Yang Jing handed the recorder to Fugui, pointed to the keyboard on it and said, "Did you see it? This is the play button. Just press it. If there is something you like to listen to, just press the replay button."  Press the play button gently, and the melodious melody suddenly sounds.

    Fugui listened for a while. The second song was very familiar to him. He seemed to have heard it somewhere, but he couldn't remember it.

    Yang Jing seemed to see what was on his mind: "What's wrong? Don't like the second piece of sad music?"

    Fugui smiled naively: "To be honest, I don't understand music, but this song is very familiar. I seem to have heard it somewhere."

    "Oh," Yang Jing covered her mouth and smiled: "This is the famous song "Butterfly Lovers"." After saying that, she stood up and said, "You have a good rest. I have to go see other patients. If you don't like this music, I will send you a song tomorrow."  I¡¯ll buy you another belt.¡±

    Although Fugui doesn't understand music, with the company of these beautiful melodies, he is no longer as lonely as he felt two days ago. He thought, it would be great if there was the song "Moon on the Fifteenth", that song was his most favorite song.  like.

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