Star-Crossed Lovers: The Ex-Convict and the White Rabbit

Lu Qiang took an hour to make a decision. At eight o'clock, he explained everything to Genzi and asked him to run this big trip.

Before Genzi left, he left the phone to him so he could contact people later.

Lu Qiang didn’t close his eyes overnight, wiped his face casually in the bathroom, and put on a sterile suit to see Lu Yin once. She didn’t have any improvement. Her eyes were closed and her breathing was weak. Only the regular sound of the instrument reminded her The vital signs are normal.

The ICU was still dull. Lu Qiang grabbed her hand this time, and there seemed to be a hint of temperature.

He dropped his heart back halfway, bowing down and floating above, carefully avoiding the tube inserted in her. The surroundings are quiet, the light above the head is light and cold, they are no different from an ordinary couple, Lu Qiang takes a finger to rub her face, a light yellow mark on the gauze, with a faded red color, the forehead is not as smooth and clean as before. Holding a potion.

Lu Qiang looked at her quietly, his eyes reluctant to leave, every second was like the last second, and it seemed precious.

The visit time was only five minutes, and the nurse came to urge.

Lu Qiang watched again for a few seconds, and kissed her cheek gently, whispered in a low voice: "Don't be afraid, I'm watching you outside."

Lu Qiang came out and walked to the window. The sun was rising outside, and the light was melted into a spot by the shaking leaves.

He propped up the window sill and squinted towards the lawn downstairs. Yesterday it was like having a nightmare. Some clips jumped into my mind inadvertently. The truck rammed and the taxi rolled continuously. Her screams, her short and difficult breathing under the car, and his eyes turned red.

Lu Qiang took a breath and lowered his head, feeling a palpitation.

He straightened up, went to the smoking room to smoke a cigarette, and sat out on the end bench. With his legs spread apart, the back of his head was resting on the wall behind him, his mind was empty, and the sleepiness swept away.

He didn't stand for a while, ignoring the image, he lay down on the bench directly, holding his arms and headrest armrests. He was confused, wondering if he was asleep, and there was empty noise in his ears, occasionally accompanied by messy footsteps.

It was only a dozen minutes of real sleep. I only felt someone calling him in my ear. Lu Qiang was so nervous that he flipped up from the bench and walked to the intensive care unit.

Dalong grabbed him: "Brother, where are you going?"

Lu Qiang's heart was beating fast, and the disordered rhythm quickly broke his throat. To be clear, it was Dalong and Kundong. He slumped back on the back of the chair and rubbed his face: "Why are you here?"

Dalong said: "Genzi is calling me before leaving, otherwise we don't know yet."

Kundong stood by the window: "Brother Qiang, how's sister-in-law?"

Lu Qiang said: "In the intensive care unit, I have not been sober."

"Is the surname Chen really the animal?"

Lu Qiang put his elbow on his knee: "Well."

Throwing the key of Dalong's handcart to the side, he was indignant and said: "The tortoise and grandson used to fight against us, a belly full of flowers, and every day he died, so his mother was afraid that he would live too long." He bent down. Look at Lu Qiang: "Brother Qiang, how do you want to deal with him, squeak, brothers and you work with you."

Lu Qiang looked back at him and smiled, "Why should you go without your business?"

Kun Dong sat on the other side of Lu Qiang and said excitedly: "We have to go. You used to cover us. Now the sister-in-law is in trouble. Opening your eyes and seeing the excitement is ungrateful."

"Yes," Dalong immediately patted his palm in response.

Lu Qiang was not in a mood to talk about it now. He patted on the shoulders of the two of them and pressed heavily: "It is enough to have this kind of heart."

After sitting for a few more minutes, the three went to the smoking room to smoke. Kun Dong asked him if he had eaten.

Lu Qiang just remembered that from yesterday afternoon to now, he hasn't entered.

Lu Qiang said: "I am not hungry."

Kun Dong pinched the cigarette: "That won't work. You two smoke first, I'll go downstairs to see what to eat."

It didn't take long for Kundong to buy a bunch of big bags and put them back on the bench. Lu Qiang turned it over, with steamed buns, soy milk and black rice porridge, as well as a few small pickles. He picked up a bun and bit his bite reluctantly. His throat was blocked and he couldn't swallow it at all. He threw the remaining half back into the bag, and stood leaning against the window.

Da Long handed over a bottle of water and asked vomiting: "Tomorrow...what should I do in my hometown?"

Lu Qiang's bottle cap was twisted open halfway and stopped for a few seconds. After reminding, he remembered that tomorrow is a happy day. He put the mineral water on the window sill and looked outside without talking for a long time.

It wasn't until night that Lu Qiang called Qian Yuanqing. He tells the truth and tells her what happened yesterday.

There was a long silence there, Qian Yuanqing sighed: "It's really a sin."

Lu Qiang looked at the distant night outside and felt down to the bottom.

Hearing his tone, Qian Yuanqing didn't have the heart to blame, just asked: "Was that girl hurt badly?"

Lu Qiang thought for a while and avoided the heavy: "I just finished the operation yesterday."

"Can you take care of yourself?"

Lu Qiang said: "I will."

"Then I will inform them to postpone tomorrow, and when things are done, I will visit her."

Lu Qiang said: "Don't come, you can't find it."

From her hometown to Zhangzhou, she has more than 1,000 kilometers to make long-distance buses and planes. Qian Yuanqing has lived in the village all her life, and she has limited trips to Wuqing County. She is illiterate, does not have a mobile phone, and is not used to using a wallet. Attached to the waistband. Lu Qiang is not at ease.

There was no talk over there, Lu Qiang said: "If you look at it for a few days, I will ask someone to pick you up."

Qian Yuanqing didn't take the trouble, he confessed a few words before hanging up the phone.

...

In the three days of the intensive care unit, Lu Qiang stayed close and settled on a bench in the corridor for a night. The nurse stopped several times and said that he couldn’t sleep here, and told him to rest assured that there was a doctor on duty in the ICU and he would be notified as soon as there was a problem.

Lu Qiang did not leave, and paid for the nurse’s accommodation from the wallet.

The nurse couldn't help crying, laughing twice, no longer persuading him to follow him.

On the morning of the fourth day, Dalong and Kundong came over early.

Lu Yin was pushed out of the ICU and transferred to the superior ward upstairs, which had a TV sofa, a separate toilet, and a simple kitchenette.

The doctor moved her to the hospital bed with the same equipment, breathing oxygen, and was still in a coma, showing no signs of waking up.

Lu Qiang stood against the wall, watching the busy crowd in front of him, fearful and dazed.

The doctor adjusted the display screen, wrote a few pens in his notebook, and explained to the nurse to change the medicine and infusion, and hurried away.

Lu Qiang stopped: "Doctor, how is she now?"

The doctor said: "The patient was sent in time, and we operated on her as soon as possible. Her brain congestion was basically cleared. From the monitoring response, she recovered well."

Upon hearing this, Lu Qiang stretched his entire face outward, hooking the corners of his lips, and then asked, "When will she wake up? She has been in a coma for three days."

"One to two weeks is within the normal range," he said, and put the ugliness ahead: "However, some uncontrollable factors have not been ruled out, and the late stage of the disease has deteriorated before, and the survival of brain stem cells has declined. , Directly leading to brain death."

Lu Qiang froze at once, straightening his lips. The doctor saw his expression and was busy: "Don't worry, this chance is very small, and the patient's vitality is very tenacious," after finishing his eyes, he swept down and said to Lu Qiang: "You don't need to be here all the time, let friends help Take care of it, go back and rest properly, take a bath and relax."

Lu Qiang was up and down, "I am not tired."

The doctor pressed his fist against his lips and coughed lightly: "Actually, during the recovery period, the patient's immunity is weak and needs a good environment..."

Lu Qiang had a meal and understood.

He was still wearing a gray shirt a few days ago, the neckline was infiltrated with salt, the blood stains on his front were dry and darkened, the sweat on his body was dry and rose again, and he was dry and unshaven, and his tone was heavy.

He didn't dare to leave. He hadn't taken a bath in three days.

Lu Qiang touched his forehead with his finger: "Thank you doctor."

"You're welcome."

After all, he was still uneasy and gave the key to Kun Dong, asking him to go back and collect some clothes and toiletries, and take a shower in the bathroom of the ward.

They had lunch at Dalong, and they left at more than three in the afternoon. The ward was quiet, and only two of them were left.

Lu Qiang moved a stool to sit by the bed. Lu Yin's face was pale and her lips were fine lines. He dipped a cotton swab in water and wiped her lips gently. The weather was hot, and the air conditioner in the ward did not dare to be adjusted too low, and her cheeks and arms sweated.

Lu Qiang asked the nurse to call warm water from the bathroom, then turn the air conditioner a few degrees higher, and wipe her hands and face with a damp towel. Bo was lifted off a corner to untie the lenient sick suit. Her clothes were removed before the operation, and Lu Qiang saw it clearly.

A dozen centimeters from the chest to the upper abdomen, covered with medical tape, a whole piece of chest is the residual iodine liquid from the operation, and the turbid yellow covers the original whiteness.

A clean body will have an ugly scar in the future. Behind it is the pain and torture she suffered today.

Lu Qiang clenched his fists, his temple jumped suddenly, and he unknowingly showed his eyes.

***

In the next few days, Lu Qiang had been sleeping on the sofa next to him, facing day and night, Lu Yin was still the same.

Several days left before the time given by the doctor, Lu Qiang repeatedly asked, but there is currently no way but to wait.

He often stared at her on the stool, eager to catch her eyelids twitching, or suddenly opened his eyes and smiled at him. After a long time of torment, every minute of expectation ended in disappointment.

Lu Qiang looked at the time. At eleven o'clock in the night, he got up to help Lu Yin cover the quilt, leaving only a wall lamp.

He lay down on the sofa, closed his eyes, confused in his brain, and for a long time he fell asleep.

He couldn't sleep soundly at all, and faintly heard a slight noise in the bed. The regular instrument sound in his ears suddenly disrupted the beat and made a harsh noise.

Lu Qiang jumped up, stunned for two seconds, and jumped to the bed in a few steps.

Lu Yin's condition is not good, the white mist in the oxygen mask is short and thick, she opens her mouth wide, her chest undulates rapidly, and wants to inhale more oxygen.

Tighten the sheets with both hands, kick your legs on the bed, frown, frowning, expression extremely painful...

Lu Qiang was terrified: "Yin Yin...Yin Yin, where are you uncomfortable?" He went to fix her hand, daring not to force it, and circled her loosely.

He photographed the pager at the head of the bed and shouted outside: "Doctor, doctor!"

No matter what it was called, no one came in.

Time passed by one minute and one second, and gradually, Lu Yin's movements slowed down and returned to the state before the coma. The white mist in the ventilator gradually faded until it disappeared.

The nearby instrument emits a constant beeping sound.

Lu Qiang realized what, the overwhelming pain hit him: "Ah-"

...

"what--"

Lu Qiang bounced from the sofa, cold sweat was pouring, sweat dripping down his neck to the neckline, his chest undulating, his body trembling uncontrollably, and he looked down on the bed subconsciously.

The ward was quiet and comfortable, and the instruments next to it were functioning normally, as usual, without any abnormalities. He stared at her chest, trying to make sure that the faint one fell asleep, calm for a moment, Lu Qiang lifted his clothes and wiped the sweat from his forehead, and got up and sat on the stool.

Sitting for a long time, Lu Qiang stared at her intently, his eyes staring red, he raised his head and blinked, his throat rolled, and his eyes fell back for a long time. Pulling the stool forward, holding her hand, rubbing it in the palm, then put it on the lips to kiss.

He smiled and asked her: "How long do you still want to sleep? Hmm? Baby."

The voice was empty and echoed in the cold room. Lu Qiang buried his head and covered her eyes gently with her palm.

There was no sound in the room.

Lu Qiang lay all night by the bed. At six or seven in the morning, the hallway gradually became noisy.

He closed his eyes and pressed his forehead against the back of his hand, something scratched on his temple.

Someone said something softly to his ear.

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