Tears in Heaven Chapter 22: There are some words that only listeners will remember (5)

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The main leaders of the hospital also came, quickly formed an expert group to exchange opinions briefly, and entered the operating room. At this time Lei Yutao seemed to notice Du Xiaosu, her appearance was haggard and dull, as if she had not recovered from the shock.

He didn't question her, he just beckoned, and people from the hospital came over quickly and said, "Arrange a room for her to rest."

His tone is calm and gentle, but there is an unquestionable power that makes people obey.

She didn't have any strength to think about anything, so she obediently followed the people in the courtyard to the lounge.

It was a big suite, and it was very quiet after closing the door. She was exhausted physically and mentally, and fell asleep groggyly.

She dreamed of Zhenrong, as she had dreamed of countless times. He was trapped in the car alone. The sand and rocks poured down and submerged him. Everything was dark. The sky and the earth were silent. He Without even struggling, he left this world. She cried so hard that she couldn't restrain herself, and desperately picked up the dirt with her hands, knowing it was too late, and she knew it couldn't, but the Zhenrong who was buried under her, how could she not save him? She dug while crying, and finally saw Zhenrong. His face was full of mud. She carefully wiped it with her hands, but that face became Lei Yuzheng. The blood spread, and from the entire field of vision, as she had witnessed, he fell in a pool of blood and would never wake up again.

She woke up and realized that it was a dream.

It was dusk, the nurse seemed relieved to see her regaining consciousness, and said to her: "Mr. Lei is waiting for you."

Seeing Lei Yutao, she was still at a loss and a little flustered. In the huge living room, there are only two people: him and her. His appearance was not similar to that of Lei Yuzheng and Shao Zhenrong. He also seemed to be looking at her. His eyes were calm, sharp and introverted, seemingly gentle and harmless, but she felt scared for no reason.

Finally, he pushed a cup of tea in front of her: "Drink some water."

She shook her head, she really couldn't drink it, her stomach was stuffed with rocks, hard. He was not reluctant, but rather graciously asked: "Can I smoke a cigarette?"

She nodded. A faint smoke rose up, trapping him in it. Through the smoke, he seemed to be thinking about something, as if thinking nothing. He leaned back slightly, leaning on the sofa, and there was a trace of fatigue in his voice: "I haven't woken up yet, I'm afraid I won't be able to pass these twenty-four hours..." He pinched the cigarette again, "Go and see Look, still in ICU."

She was a little surprised, and she was calm and calm about the big brother's words. He didn't ask her anything at all, nor was he surprised why she was on the scene, he seemed to know something. What makes her most uncomfortable is that he is also Shao Zhenrong's elder brother, and she does not want him to have any misunderstandings.

But there was no clue on his face, he just waved his hand tiredly: "Go."

She numbly and blindly followed the nurse to the ICU. After the complicated disinfection process, she had to put on sterile gowns, hats and masks before entering.

The two nurses are busy. The person lying on the bed seemed to lose consciousness, his body was full of tubes, and his face was as pale as paper under the oxygen mask. She stood motionless like a puppet, looking at her familiar eyebrows and eyes like trembling. The surrounding instruments were working, making a slight and monotonous sound. She felt in a daze that the person on the bed was Zhen Rong, but she desperately told herself that it was not Zhen Rong, Zhen Rong was dead... But he obviously lay here again. She looked dazed, and didn't know if it was Zhenrong or someone else.

The potion and plasma dripped drop by drop, and his face gradually blurred in his eyes. Death was close at hand, but he pushed her away. What did he think at that moment? She always thought he was the devil, and that night he was the devil, looting like that bluntly and rudely, making herself unhappy, but now the devil is going to die.

She has been in the ICU for a long time, and the nurses are so busy with their work that they don't care about her at all. There were two very critical rescues. The instrument buzzed and many doctors rushed in and surrounded the beds for the most urgent treatment. She stood alone in the corner, watching everyone try their best to get him back from death.

It's like a tug of war, with life on this end and death on the other. She thought that Zhen Rong was also doing this kind of work, saving the dying and healing the wounded, and fighting desperately with death, but no one could save him.

In the end, everything was calm again, and he was still lying on the hospital bed unconsciously. The nurses changed one bag of medicine to another, and time seemed to freeze until Lei Yutao came in, she still stood there blankly, looking at him.

"Talk to him!" His voice was not loud, but with an unquestionable command tone, "I don't care what you use, I want him to survive. Xiao Rong is dead, I can't lose another one. Brother, my parents can't lose another son, have you heard?"

She was pushed back by him, and she stood in front of the hospital bed again, Lei Yuzheng's pale face occupied the entire field of vision. Zhen Rong's face was as pale as his at the time. At that time, Zhen Rong was already dead. Is he going to die too?

After a long time, she tentatively stretched out her finger and gently dropped it on the back of his hand. The drip needle is on the thickest vein and it is fastened with tape. His hands are cold, as if there is no temperature. She slowly touched the skin on the back of his hand, and he did not respond.

For three days in a row, he just lay there motionless, like an unconscious body, no matter the bag of potion changed from bag to bag, no matter what the nurse was changing from another group to another. Every time, two nurses stayed in the ICU in turn, only she stayed motionless and stayed up late at night before going to bed. After a while, I was suddenly awakened by the knock on the door.

She looked at Lei Yutao's pale face under the fluorescent lamp, and couldn't help but mutter: "He is dead?"

"He's awake." Lei Yutao didn't seem to be pleased, but a touch of solemnity was added to his tone, "Go and see."

Lei Yuzheng could not speak yet, his face under the oxygen mask was still as white as paper, and he could not move, but she found that he was really awake when she entered the ICU. Although she was wearing a hat and mask, he clearly recognized her, his eyes turned slightly, seeming to stare at her for two seconds, and then his eyelids slowly closed.

The nurse said softly: "I fell asleep. After the operation, the body functions were overdrawn to the extreme, so it was easy to fall asleep."

After a long time, Lei Yutao said: "He was afraid that we would lie to him. Just now he always thought you were dead."

She didn't speak, if she could, she would rather be dead.

Lei Yutao stayed in the hospital for another two days, until Lei Yuzheng was transferred out of the ICU and confirmed that he was no longer in danger before deciding to return. Before leaving, he seemed to stop talking, but in the end he just said to Du Xiaosu: "Take care of him."

After all, he saved his life and is Zhenrong's brother. After such a life and death disaster, the hatred seems to have been temporarily diluted, leaving only melancholy. Zhen Rong walked in such a hurry, even if it was terminally ill, he could serve him for a while, but he was so stingy that he would not give such an opportunity, so now it is also a chance to compensate.

Because of Lei Yutao's instructions, she stayed in the hospital every day. In fact, there are not many things. There are professional nurses in the hospital, and nurses are hired. She can't take her turn for dirty and tiring work, and she can't take her turn for work that is not dirty or tiring. Her only use seems to be quietly. Sitting there, when Lei Yuzheng wakes up from sleep or wound pain, she can be seen at a glance.

Most of the time, she did not speak, Lei Yuzheng did not speak, and the air in the ward seemed extremely quiet. The nurse cut a pear for her, and she took it in her hand and took a bite slowly. After a few minutes, another bite was eaten silently.

At this moment, he wanted to speak, but he affected the wound and sweated profusely. She put Li aside for the help of the nurse, wringing a hot towel to wipe his face. In such a car accident, although he had recovered his life, he lost a lot of weight, and even his brow bones were exposed. Her hand stopped unconsciously on his brow, until his arm seemed to move, she woke up. Seeing him looking at the half pear on the coffee table, he asked: "Want to eat a pear?"

He can eat liquid food now, and hearing a snort in his throat, she washed her hands and peeled two pears, juicing them and feeding them to him. But only took a sip, and he stopped drinking. She had to put the cup back and asked: "What do you eat tonight?"

The tricks that were exchanged were medicinal porridge, tiger bone porridge, wild ginseng sliced ​​porridge, bear bile porridge, pigeon porridge...The smell made her feel nauseous, no wonder he had no appetite. It is said that this is a prescription handed down by a family of a family of national treasures of Chinese medicine. The medicinal materials are also specially obtained. I heard that they are very expensive and are very good for wound healing. It was cooked and delivered every day, but it was unpalatable. She watched him eating porridge like medicine.

I don’t know if his wound is still hurting. After a while, even his tone of voice was exhausted, and finally he said two words: "You cook."

It's rare that she blushed: "You know...I can't cook."

He has a painful sweat on his forehead again, and his speech is very slow, almost jumping out word by word: "White porridge. Water, rice, boiled sticky."

Well, white porridge is white porridge. Du Xiaosu went to a nearby supermarket to buy a catty of rice and cooked a pot of porridge in the kitchen in the ward. Because it was natural gas, she was always worried that the boiling porridge would overflow, so she stayed in the kitchen. When the porridge was cooked, Lei Yuzheng was already asleep again.

She put the porridge bowl aside and sat on the sofa. At dusk, the curtains were pulled, the lights were not turned on, and the light in the ward was dim. His face also looked fuzzy and hazy. After removing the oxygen mask, his complexion was very ugly, and he lost another circle, almost making her unrecognizable. Fortunately, in the past few days, he slowly recuperated, only a little blood on his face.

In the words of the old professor of the expert group: "You are young, have a good foundation, and can resist. It will be fine for a while."

Lei Yuzheng didn't eat the white porridge that night, and he never woke up. She was afraid that the porridge would be cold and inconvenient to reheat, so she shared the porridge with the nurse and ate it. When he woke up and heard that the porridge was gone, a look of disappointment appeared in his eyes. Du Xiaosu couldn't help but chuckle when he saw the look of his sullen eyes, just like a child heard that there is no sugar. After having known each other for so long, it was probably the first time she laughed like this in front of him. He was inexplicably smiled by her, and after a while, he asked: "What are you laughing at?"

"Such a big person, I am afraid of taking medicine."

"No." His voice was muffled. The bandage on his head has not been removed, and his hair has been shaved because of the operation. Even his facial features are clearly defined. Now he pursed his mouth, like a little monk who had committed an anger. In fact, he is already 30 years old, and he usually looks fierce, but Du Xiaosu feels that at this time when he is recovering from a serious injury, he is like a child, only angry with adults.

When the evening meal was brought to see, it was wild ginseng porridge. She happily put the porridge bowl in front of him: "It’s ginseng porridge." The bear gall porridge was the most unpalatable. Wu Yi, after coaxing him for a long time, only ate a small bowl. The ginseng porridge is not bad, he can barely finish it. However, ginseng porridge has a strange smell, which is much stronger than that of ginseng soup. It is said that this is the authentic wild ginseng. Seeing him swallowing bitter medicine, she frowned and took a sip and swallowed, and she felt unbearable: "There is still some rice, and I will cook some porridge for you tomorrow, and you will eat it secretly."

It was probably the word "secretly" that made him unhappy. He said coldly: "No need."

It's all hurt like this, and my temper is still so stubborn. Originally, Du Xiaosu felt that he had changed a lot after being injured, and he was easier to get along with. Hearing these three cold words, he felt that he had not changed at all. He is still the Lei Yuzheng, condescending and arrogant.

Lei Yuzheng only lived for more than a month, and when he could walk down the ground, he insisted on being discharged. The expert group had nothing to do with him, and Du Xiaosu had nothing to do with him, so he had to call Lei Yutao. Lei Yutao’s response was an understatement: “It’s okay to raise him at home, take good care of him.”

One sentence gave him to Du Xiaosu again. Du Xiaosu was also embarrassed to raise his face. After all, staying together for more than a month, watching him and his newborn baby look helpless and weak, enough to speak, enough to eat, enough to walk... after all, this car accident It's because of her.

Anyway, his villa is big enough, so he hired a nurse to work in shifts every day, living in a guest room on the second floor of the villa. Du Xiaosu lives in the room opposite the nurse, and has more daily affairs than in the hospital. Because Lei Yuzheng is also taking a rest at home, the housekeeper asks her every day when she has something to do: How to deal with gardening? Do you want to replace the lawn? Will the garage door be changed? The ventilation fan of the underground swimming pool is noisy. Should the manufacturer ask for on-site maintenance or simply replace it with a new brand...

At first, Du Xiaosu didn't care about these things at all: "Ask Mr. Lei."

"Ms. Du can help. Mr. Lei is asleep, and he wakes up later. I am going to the property for a meeting again."

Gradually, Du Xiaosu realized that he was just an excuse. The reason was that Lei Yuzheng had a very bad temper. If the butler asked him, he would be angry. Du Xiaosu felt more and more that after the car accident, the man had become a child, moody, stubborn, and very uncomfortable. But seeing him sometimes sweating profusely with pain, and feeling soft in his heart, he is obviously only two years older than Shao Zhenrong, Zhenrong is no longer there, and he is hurt like this because of his own... Always feel guilty.

Originally, the wound healed well. It was because of intracranial hemorrhage that left the sequelae of headache. The doctor had no choice but to prescribe painkillers. He was actually very patient and didn't touch painkillers. Only at this time did Du Xiaosu feel that his bones were still the same. The doctor said that ordinary people could not tolerate such pain, but he had the perseverance to endure without using analgesics.

One day in the middle of the night, it probably hurt so much. He got up to open the door. In fact, there was a bell by the bed, but he didn't press it. As a result, the door did not open, but the person fell on the ground. Fortunately, she slept shallowly and heard the movement, and ran over to see it without worry. He was sore and sweaty that he didn't let her call a nurse, so she had to hold him back to bed step by step. It took a short walk, almost ten minutes, and both of them sweated profusely. He was croaking in pain like a shrimp, just lying there panting a little, embarrassed like a beast with a wounded head. She twisted a hot towel to wipe his sweat, and he suddenly grabbed her hand and wrapped her arm around himself. He was so thin that his shoulder blades protruded, and she suddenly felt very sad, and slowly hugged him tightly. With his head buried in her chest, people seemed to be still convulsing in pain, and a little bit of hot breathing sprayed on her neckline. She slowly patted his vest like a kid, and he finally calmed down, slowly Fell asleep.

Du Xiaosu was afraid that he would have a headache again, so he wanted to wait for him to sleep a little before letting go, but she hugged him and fell asleep just like that. When he woke up the next day, he was shocked. Fortunately, he was not awake. She was holding him before he fell asleep, but in the end he was holding her. Her neck was resting on his arm, and his other One hand was still wrapped around her waist, and she was shrunk in his arms. When she woke up, she was scared into a cold sweat. Before he woke up, she went back to her room lightly. Fortunately, he didn't notice it, and never mentioned it after getting up, probably didn't know that she slept in the room all night.

Lei Yuzheng gets better every day, and Du Xiaosu knows that there are so many things to accompany a patient. He is also picky, from eating and drinking to wearing, all the textures of all brands, whichever is wrong. No way. Shan Wanting sometimes came over, picking up important official affairs to report to him, or signing important documents. Seeing Du Xiaosu politely greet her, it seemed that she was not surprised at all.

When I am familiar with it, she really looks like a relative. Sometimes she feels dazed, because Lei Yuzheng looks more like Zhenrong after she loses weight. Sometimes she is afraid of calling him the wrong name, although she usually doesn't call him by his name when she speaks, just "hey", and calls him "Mr. Lei" when she is angry, because he makes people angry too much.

For example, taking a bath, because he once fainted in the bathroom after returning home, and Lei Yuzheng did not allow others to enter the bathroom, so every time he took a bath, there was always someone waiting outside for him to avoid accidents. This errand fell on her for some reason, and every night she went to the master bedroom, listening to the sound of water, waiting for the beautiful man to get out of the bath. I also need to help him blow his hair, and I think she is clumsy when he blows, which is really critical. In fact, his hair had just grown out, and he couldn't make any hairstyle. He looked like a short flat head, like a little boy. Du Xiaosu always felt like taro. She said that taro was like this, but when she called him taro, he was angry and looked at her coldly.

Raising a child probably feels like this, but how can there be such a disobedient child so worrying about it? Du Xiaosu was so angry that he sneaked out the next day and bought a can of prickly heat powder. That night, when he came out of the shower and sat on the soft couch, she pretended to take the hair dryer, but secretly took out the powder puff, and thundered and thundered at him with prickly heat powder. He noticed it, turned his head and grabbed her hand holding the powder puff, and she smiled: "Hey, my aunt will give you powder."

These words provoke him, like a cat with a hairy hair, she has forgotten that he is not a cat at all, but a lion. When he was angry, he came to grab her powder puff. She didn't give it to him. Two people snatched it. In the end, he didn't know what was going on. She couldn't help but shook, and the moment his lips touched, she could almost feel the scorching hotness and anxiety coming from his lips. This was the first time they were awake, so clearly that they could hear each other's breath.