The anesthesia had completely passed, and the wounds on his body began to hurt, which Yan Hang was quite able to endure. This kind of pain was not too severe for him, but he couldn't prepare for a long time.

He has been trying to make himself fall asleep, adjust his breathing, slow down, and follow the rhythm, but it is always a little confused for a while, unable to really fall asleep.

The needle has been stuck on the back of his left hand, and it was a little painful for him who had hardly ever hanged in the water.

From the back of the hand to the forearm is sore and swollen, and it is also cold, and there will be a little uncontrollable twitching.

Originally, he thought it was quite interesting. When he was lying on the bedside in the first day of junior high school, he twitched his hand, and in the first day of junior high school, he would reach out and lightly tap on his fingertips, then move and tap again, he felt like he was fishing.

Shaking the bait, the little stupid fish came to touch it and ran away.

He didn't realize that something was wrong until the fish bit the hook, but he didn't dare to move.

After he walked out of the ward lightly on the first day of the first day and closed the door, he sighed softly and turned his head back, his neck was sore.

At the last moment, what touched his fingertips was not the first year's finger, it should have been... his lips.

Although it is only a light touch, the different touch is still quite obvious.

Yan Hang glanced at the door of the ward, and continued to close his eyes.

In the past, my father always said to pay attention to fights, not to suffer too serious injuries, or half of the intelligence will be lost in the last general anesthesia.

He found it funny every time he listened to it, but after experiencing it this time, he felt that the father who always talked nonsense might be telling the truth this time.

The anesthesia has passed, but he has always felt like a mucus has been mixed into his mind, and it is difficult to think about anything.

Has intelligence halved?

In fact, it's all right. I used to have an IQ of 300, but now I fold it in half to 150. I'm still a genius.

Yan Hang smiled.

He couldn't remember many details of what happened yesterday, and he didn't want to think about it too much. After all, he was so old, and it was the first time he was stabbed in the hospital when he faced a person whose strength was so different from himself.

The only thing remember clearly is that he was able to react immediately at the time of the collision, and felt that the right hand of the person behind him was raised. Fortunately, he was holding the phone in his left hand, and his right hand hanging on his side could be felt on his waist. At the moment of stinging, he grabbed the blade that had not completely penetrated his body.

After that, he couldn't remember it clearly. He couldn't notice if his waist was not stabbed. Almost every movement of his body required the strength of his waist. He didn't fight recklessly and chose to protect himself.

But... what he didn't really want to understand, is that this person's actions after the first knife are no longer lethal, either because this person is too inexperienced, or because this person doesn't think too much. heavy hand.

Why not go heavy?

Why would an inexperienced person take such a risk against him? If it wasn't for that phone call, this person wouldn't even be able to hurt him.

that phone.

In the past two days, what he remembered the most was probably the phone call from the first day of junior high school.

To be precise, the phrase "I like you" on the phone in the first day of junior high school.

Although he had thought about this before, in his first year of junior high school, he had always been an ignorant child, even if he was almost 1.8 meters tall now, even if he had a "dog brother" at school. The title, but also a silly child.

He never expected to say such a sentence so suddenly and so frankly on the first day of the new year.

And he still has no idea how to answer.

For anyone else, he will be done with a thank you.

But not the first time.

The first day of the new year is different from anyone, sensitive and inferior, cautious.

A "thank you" that is the same as others may be a blow to the first year of junior high school.

I like you.

Yan Hang put his left hand on his stomach in a different position, feeling sore and uncomfortable.

He liked him on the first day of the first year, obviously, he always knew that he liked him on the first day of the first year, just like he also liked the first day of the first year, he would find the first day of the first year very funny and cute, and he would feel distressed when he was wronged.

But the first day of the first year is a stupid dog, which is also very obvious.

He couldn't be sure that he didn't know the difference between liking and liking.

In the first day of the first year, it can be considered that there is basically no normal emotional interaction with anyone, and there is no relationship between family and friendship...

At this time, Zhou Chunyang said that he was gay and liked men.

In two days, I said "I like you" on the first day of the new year.

Is this a psychological suggestion or does it really know?

It seems that really have to get Zhou Chunyang out and beat him...

I like you.

Yan Hang tilted his head to the side, lying down for too long, just like when he was insomnia all night, his whole body was sore no matter what position he was in. Now he is in this position all day and night, he is going crazy.

So much so that he can't judge now which one he likes in the first year of the first year.

He has never liked anyone, he thinks this girl is pretty and that guy is handsome, other than that, he basically doesn't think about anything else.

... But until he finds out what happened on the first day of the new year, it doesn't matter what happened to him.

The ringing of the mobile phone came from outside the door.

This kid just stood at the door when he went out, and he was almost inseparable.

Yan Hang was a little worried about his physical condition. Although he was a dog who had been practicing boxing for a year, after all, he had a fever after two days and one night...

The door was pushed open, and Yan Hang continued to pretend to sleep with his eyes closed.

I can hear the first day of the first day walking carefully to the bed: "Still sleeping... Well, I see..."

Yan Hang opened his eyes and snorted.

"I woke you up?" The first day hung up the phone and looked at him and asked softly.

"No," Yan Hang said, "I just woke up."

"Oh," said the first day with a smile, "Uncle Cui said help, please ask for a leave, let me go and buy a mobile phone."

"Did you pay?" Yan Hang yawned.

"...If I pay and pay," said the first day of the first year, "it's okay, you can use it, can you get used to the old machine?"

"Go away." Yan Hang said.

"Uncle Cui said your card has money in it." On the first day of the first day, he opened the drawer of the bedside table and took out his wallet.

"Old Cui is inhumane," Yan Hang snorted. "He gave me a box of crayon sticks for my birthday and took away six of them. Now that I'm disabled, he can't bear to give me one of his cell phones."

"Your ambition is not, how strong," the first day of the first year took out his card, "Yesterday, I was with you, the one who performed the operation together, that person, came in and went, and now people are leaving and slipping in the corridor. , Da."

"I'll show you one," Yan Hang smiled, "I want to lie on my side for a while, give me a hand."

"Okay." On the first day of the first day, he walked over to the bed and put his hand under his back, "Don't use force."

Yan Hang didn't exert any strength, and he slowly pushed him to lie on his side in the first hand.

"It's very powerful." Yan Hang said.

"Generally big," said the first day of the first day, "I'll turn it for you, three hundred and sixteen, fifteen degrees, no problem."

"Shut up." Yan Hang laughed twice.

"Three hundred and sixty, ten degrees." The first day of the first day corrected again.

"Go and buy a mobile phone," Yan Hang said, "Let's have something to eat by the way."

"The escort horse, come right away," he helped him pull the quilt on the first day of the first year, "I'll go again when he comes."

"Oh." Yan Hang lifted the quilt, reached in and tried to tug on the clothes. The hospital gown was not elastic at all, and was loose and sagging. Just turning over like this, it was all twisted, and it was uncomfortable anywhere.

"Don't move." Chu Yi grabbed his wrist and carefully put it back on the bed.

"You have to tug at your clothes and scratch your itch," Yan Hang said, "It's not that exaggerated, it's not that my hand is broken."

"You... are you pulling, pulling your clothes, or scratching your itch?" Chu Yi asked.

"I'm pulling my clothes now, and I might need to scratch it later," Yan Hang said, "I haven't scratched it since yesterday."

Standing behind him on the first day of the first year, he couldn't see his expression, and it took a while to feel that he had lifted the quilt.

The clothes were pulled very carefully. Yan Hang felt that he was more nervous than the injured person on the first day of the new year. Although he didn't want to open his mouth, the clothes were so comfortable that his back was itchy immediately, and he couldn't wait for a second. .

He had to say again: "Itchy back, scratch it by the way, the kind that scratches hard."

"Oh." On the first day of the first year, he responded, pulled up his clothes and put his hand in, swooping twice, "Is it hard enough?"

"...Very ruthless," Yan Hang could feel that his back was a little hot, probably because he had been lying on his back for a long time and then grabbed it again, "Two more strokes would not be so ruthless."

On the first day of the first day of the first year, he gently grabbed it twice: "Just now, it's not too much use, is it too hard?"

"No," Yan Hang smiled, "it's comfortable."

On the first day of junior high, I took a chair and sat by the bed, took out my mobile phone, glanced at it, and sighed: "The battery is out of power."

"You go back in the evening," Yan Hang said, "I don't want to wear a hospital gown. You can go and get some of my clothes and get your charger by the way."

At first glance, he didn't make a sound.

"Go to sleep again." Yan Hang said.

"Didn't you say let me serve you?" The first day of the first day seemed a little unhappy.

"The escort sleeps here at night, do you squeeze with the escort?" Yan Hang said.

"Then don't accompany me, escort me," said the first day of the first year, "it's more economical, some money."

Yan Hang looked at him and said nothing.

He also stared at him on the first day of the new year, and after three minutes, he said, "Okay, then I will come over early tomorrow morning."

"Good," Yan Hang moved his left hand, "Come here and let Brother Xiaotian touch his head."

On the first day of the first year, he lowered his head and approached him, and he scratched his head on the first day of the first year.

The escort is an uncle in his 40s. He looks clean and neat. It is said that he has been escorting for more than ten years. He is very familiar with the various procedures and regulations of the hospital and is very skilled in nursing patients.

However, the first year old felt a little uncomfortable.

Especially when changing clothes for Yan Hang.

When the new hospital gown was delivered, Yan Hang's hanging bottle was just finished hanging. The uncle said that he just changed his clothes. He was trying to help Yan Hang up on the first day of the first year. With the rod, he shook the bed a few times.

For the first time, he was stunned. He had no idea that the bed could still have this posture.

Then he took off his clothes and changed his clothes. He couldn't get in at all. The uncle finished it in a few seconds, and he also wiped Yan Hang's body by the way.

Let the uncle set off, he seems like a waste.

It's even worse when changing pants.

On the first day of the new year, I can only work hard to join the "hands-on" activities, and try to make the time for changing pants shorter.

"Hey," Yan Hang let out a sigh of relief while leaning on the bed after changing his clothes, "The surgery site is quite far away, so why do you have to shave it off?"

On the first day of the first day, was stunned, not knowing how to answer.

In fact, this is also a question that he has been keeping in his heart since he finished pulling Yan Hang's pants, but he is too embarrassed to ask.

"The operation is like this, the disinfection area is huge," the uncle smiled, "It's okay, it's growing fast, but it's a little prickly..."

"Damn," Yan Hang smiled, turning his head to look at the first day of the first year, "Dog."

"Ah," Chu Yi recovered from the shock, "Huh?"

"Go back and pack up to eat and sleep," Yan Hang said, "Come over tomorrow."

"Okay." The first day responded and glanced at the uncle again.

"Don't worry," the uncle said, "there are no patients I have taken care of who are dissatisfied with me."

When walked out of the hospital on the first day of junior high, suddenly felt a little confused, standing on the side of the road not knowing which way to go.

A gust of cold wind blew, and he remembered that he had never been to the hospital. He came with an ambulance yesterday, and he didn't know where to go.

He looked left and right, trying to find a bus stop to see the stop sign.

But just shaking his head from side to side like this, he suddenly felt dizzy, and he took a step to support the tree next to him before he stood firm.

This reaction made him a little flustered, not because he might be very sick, but because he was afraid of what he would do if he couldn't get sick tomorrow.

As a stingy, he propped up a tree and struggled fiercely for a minute, then walked to a taxi parked on the side of the road, opened the door and sat on it.

When he returned to the gate of the community, on the first day of the first year, he felt that he was really a little confused by the burning. Yan Hang's mobile phone had not been bought yet, so he forgot to ask what kind of mobile phone Yan Hang wanted.

After hesitating for a long time, he decided to make his own decision and buy Yan Hang a new model of the same brand and series as the original phone.

Yan Hang still likes his own mobile phone, and praises it all day long, saying that it is very good for taking pictures.

It was the first time in life that walked into a mobile phone store.

The first time he spent more than 4,000 yuan at a time, and because he didn't take Yan Hang's card, he took his own money. After paying the money on the mobile phone, he basically had no money left.

Holding the small leather jacket in the pocket, there is a feeling of being dependent on each other.

When he opened the door of Yan Hang's house and smelled the familiar breath in the house, he relaxed on the first day of the first year.

But this relaxation, he really felt that he might be seriously ill.

Dizziness, cold sweats, and fluttering under the feet.

He quickly took out Yan Hang's small medicine box, flipped through it, and found... a box of ibuprofen. Thanks to his grandma's perennial painkiller training, he knew that this would reduce the fever, so he took one and ate it. .

He didn't care about packing Yan Hang's clothes, he charged his mobile phone, took a shower, went to bed and wrapped the quilt, hugged Yan Hang's pillow and started to sleep with his head covered.

He was probably really sleepy. This time he felt that he slept in the dark, and when he woke up, his whole body was soaked with sweat.

The phone on the pillow was flashing, he quickly took it over and took a look.

There were several missed calls on it, an unfamiliar number, and several missed calls and text messages from Cui Yi.

"Uncle Cui," he called Cui Yi first, "I just fell asleep."

"I guessed it," Cui Yi said. "Are you back? Do you still have a fever?"

"It's back, no, it's not burning anymore." On the first day of the first day, he touched his forehead and his hands were sweaty.

"It's still early to go to bed," Cui Yi said.

"Yeah." The first day of the first day responded, looked at the time, and found that it was just 11 o'clock, and I thought I had slept until the next day.

"It was your brother who called back," said the uncle who accompanied him and walked to the bed with the ringing phone. "You answer it."

"Thank you," Yan Hang took the phone and answered the call, "The first day of the first year?"

"I slept, did I fall asleep, did you hear it?" The first day's voice contained a nasal tone that had just woken up.

"Are you sleepy?" Yan Hang smiled, "Have you eaten something?"

"...Eat." Chu Yi hesitated for a while.

"What did you eat?" Yan Hang asked immediately.

"Rice." On the first day of the first day, he answered quickly.

"There is yogurt in the refrigerator," Yan Hang said. "If you don't want to eat, just drink a can of yogurt."

"Oh," said the first day of the first year, "I bought you a mobile phone, but no, I don't know if you like it or not, yes... yes... wait for me to see..."

"I like it," said Yan Hang, "the old man's machine is fine too."

On the first day of the first day, he laughed: "It's not old, the old man's machine, more than 4,000."

"You bought it with your own money?" Yan Hang asked.

"Yeah." Chu Yi replied.

"Then I won't pay you back." Yan Hang said.

"Go to your Weibo, I will hang it under Weibo, I will hang you," said the first day of the first year, "I have a breath, a mask and a food blog, the blogger did it for the sake of one, a mobile phone, and did something like this!"

Yan Hang covered the wound on his waist and laughed a few times: "This long list is really hard for you."

"It's not difficult," said the first day, "as long as you have perseverance and perseverance, you can always finish."

"Shut up." Yan Hang gritted his teeth and controlled his laughter.

The mobile phone belongs to the uncle, so it is not easy for Yan Hang to chat with the first day of the first year. Moreover, it is very late for the hospital now. The TV has been off for more than an hour, and the patient in the next bed should also be asleep. , he hung up the phone after chatting casually with the first day for a while.

Listening to the uncle lying down on the cot next to him, Yan Hang sighed softly.

He shouldn't be able to sleep again tonight. There are a lot of things on his mind, and he can't say he is in a low mood, but he is not very good. He can only interrupt a little when he listens to the voice of the first grade.

As soon as he hung up the phone, he fell into depression and extreme boredom.

It's not that he's not used to being stunned like this, but it's very uncomfortable if he can't fall asleep and still can't move.

He didn't fall asleep all night, maybe his IQ hadn't been cut in half, and his mind began to slowly clear up.

In addition to feeling the discomfort of the wound and the soreness of his body more clearly, he suddenly had a judgment about the person who attacked him.

This judgment made his heart beat a little faster.

Cui Yi said that there were more than one person back then. If Lao Ding was one of them, no matter how he died, his accomplices might have noticed.

The man who walks unsteadily is about the same age, so let's assume that he is the accomplice.

But the accomplice couldn't do something to another accomplice just because he sensed or knew that he was dead, because even killing him would be meaningless to the person's plight.

It can only be that this accomplice is forced to have no way...

Forced by who? Who can he threaten if he is injured?

Yan Hang slowly raised his hand and pinched his eyebrows. He never dared to think about his father's current situation, dead or alive, where and what he was doing.

But now he suddenly had a guess.

Although everything was based on assumptions, he couldn't control his sudden thought.

Yan Zhiyuan, the old fox, should not have died.

When he walked into the ward with a duffel bag in the early morning of the first day of the new year, he could see at a glance that Yan Hang hadn't slept last night, his face was not good, and he was a little more tired than he looked yesterday.

"...Where did you get the bag?" Yan Hang looked at him.

"In your closet." Chu Yi said.

"There are several duffel bags in my closet," Yan Hang said, "it's better to just carry any one."

"This is ugly, is it ugly?" At first glance, the bag in his hand was an ordinary bright blue canvas bag. Because there were not many things to be carried, it was the most suitable size.

"It's not ugly." Yan Hang said.

"Give me your hand, the phone." On the first day of the first day, he took out the phone from the bag, accompanied the uncle over and put the bag in the cabinet next to him.

"Help me install the card." Yan Hang smiled.

On the first day of the first day of the first year, when the cell phone was being used, the door of the ward was pushed open, and a head came in, glanced at it, and whispered, "Yan Hang?"

"Why are you here?" Yan Hang was stunned.

"Manager Tang said you were robbed," a girl walked in, holding a large bouquet of flowers, followed by several people, "Let's come and see, Sister Wang drove us here."

On the first day of the first day, he recognized that this was Yan Hang's colleague, and he even sang during the Mid-Autumn Festival. He stepped aside and gave up the position beside the bed.

"What's the matter?" An older sister put a gift bag on the bedside table, "You also said that you have messed with it, and now the rumors can't spread, and you can be robbed and taken to the hospital... ...are you seriously injured?"

"It's okay." Yan Hang smiled.

This should be Sister Wang. heard Yan Hang mention it on the first day of the first year. She is the foreman of another group. She is very nice.

"It's really okay, it's okay, it's okay," the girl holding the flower looked familiar to Yan Hang, and reached out and patted his face, "This face is too bad."

hands off!

take away!

On the first day of the first year, his eyes were round. He was standing against the wall, but now he stood up straight.

For two days, he hadn't touched Yan Hang's face except wiping his face! What does this girl mean!

Reach out wherever you want!

Yan Hang seemed to hear the roar in his heart, his eyes suddenly passed through the gap, glanced at his face, and smiled at him.

This smile is very gentle, especially gentle, all the emotions in the first day of the first year dissipated in an instant, and he leaned back against the wall at once, feeling that his legs were a little weak.