Chapter 72: Headache Qi Hanmu didn’t say much…
Qi Hanmu didn't talk much, but he didn't say too little either. Perhaps it was because his hearing was not good and he wore a hearing aid.
Xia Yiqing understood this, and through daily observation of him, she found that when Qi Hanmu was about to speak, his eyes would slowly turn to the corresponding person.
Therefore, whenever Qi Hanmu's eyes stayed on Xia Yiqing, she would always pay special attention, perhaps because she didn't want to miss any of Qi Hanmu's words.
Even though she had an oxygen mask on her face, her skin was covered with electrodes and various wires, her hand was still receiving an IV, and her whole body was fixed to the nursing bed, Qi Hanmu's eyes were still looking at her through the oxygen mask.
Just like now, Qi Hanmu traveled through time and space, staring at Xia Yiqing in a corner of her memory.
It wasn't a creepy feeling, but Xia Yiqing felt uncomfortable being stared at like that.
It felt like someone had dug a hole in my heart and stuffed a lot of cotton into it, but the most important thing in it had already been poured out and it was impossible to take it back.
"So, how do you think we should handle this?"
The words of the welfare home's vice-president were still ringing in her ears. Xia Yiqing blinked, forced herself to come back to her senses, and put on a decent smile.
It seemed like this was a habitual mask that Xia Yiqing had to wear whenever she was outside the home, even when facing her family, as if she was born gentle and obedient, soft and polite, good at listening, and could easily solve problems for others.
"Don't be impatient, sit down first," Xia Yiqing pointed to the empty iron stool next to her, lifted her skirt, sat down, and raised her chin slightly to indicate the seat next to her.
"It's almost seven in the morning. Let's have breakfast first. The child's matter is more important. I'll consult the attending doctor to understand her condition first. Don't worry."
The vice president raised his hand, wiped his tears with the back of his hand, bit his lips tightly, and couldn't help sobbing softly as Xia Yiqing gently comforted him and slowly patted his shoulders to soothe him.
at the same time.
Yiyuan Central Villa, master bedroom on the second floor.
The crystal ceiling chandelier was now set to a dim warm light mode, shining on Qi Hanmu's bloodless face, but it could not turn the cold white into yellow at all. Instead, it made the man's natural beauty and icy figure stand out even more.
Five buttons of the shirt were undone, and Qi Hanmu's collarbone was slightly concave, revealing an alluring curve. Further up were the smooth lines of his neck, the sharp Adam's apple, and the sharp jawline.
On the man's almost perfect face, there was a thin scar between his right eye and the skin below.
It was not noticeable from a distance, but it was obvious up close. However, Luo Miao and Qin Fei, who were sleeping next to him, did not take it seriously.
All they cared about were the numbers on the ECG monitor next to them and Qi Hanmu's condition.
Of course, this didn't stop Qin Fei from complaining about Xia Yiqing behind her back, "I said before that she was after three years of money, but now I realize that she really doesn't treat the Third Master as a human being. Even though the Third Master is like this, she still wants to leave."
Luo Miao, the peacemaker, waved his hand and said, "Madam must have her own difficulties. You are not Madam, so how do you know that Madam didn't leave today because of something important?"
"Oh, is there anything more urgent than the Third Master? To put it nicely, she doesn't care about the Third Master's life or death. To put it bluntly, she doesn't care at all."
The two of them were chatting enthusiastically, and even had an argument later. Naturally, they didn't notice that the man with tight lips on the bed moved his fingertips slightly.
Don't you care? That's normal.
This woman, Xia Yiqing, seems to have a lot of things in her heart, Jiangcheng Welfare Home, her work and her best friend Su Huanhuan.
These three things are not few, but why can't he have one more, Qi Hanmu?
Once people want something and cannot get it for a long time, and they pay a lot for it and have huge sunk costs, they will subconsciously develop anger, ignorance, and resentment.
Why can't I get something that is clearly within reach of others?
Once your emotions reach a dead end and there is no one to guide you, you will be unable to break out of the situation and will be trapped in it, or you will suffer a great blow before you can get out.
But these words are too cruel to men and women who are in love. They just wonder why they give such passionate emotions and so much money, but the other party is indifferent.
As a result, this group of people who are called love-brained, no matter how people around them try to persuade them, it will be useless. They may even be given a bad name and gain nothing.
So when Qin Fei discovered that the ECG monitor showed that Qi Hanmu was showing signs of waking up, he quickly sewed his mouth shut and repeated the mantra ten times in his mind.
"There's no cure for love-brainedness. You can only figure it out on your own."
Luo Miao is quite honest.
He noticed that Qi Hanmu's eyes moved around the room, and finally stared blankly at the ceiling above, as if in a trance. Luo Miao hurriedly explained, "Third Master, Madam left because of an urgent matter. Otherwise, Madam would definitely stay to see you."
Stay.
What a wonderful lie, what a magical yet easily disproven fallacy.
If she had been willing to stay, she could have done it before. Why wait until now?
The empty eyeballs turned around, staring silently at the void, but ultimately they did not focus. However, those eyes were as dark as the pitch-black night, without a glimmer of hope.
But there is another voice in my heart, fighting and competing with these negative thoughts.
Maybe.
Maybe Xia Yiqing really left him this time because she had something urgent to do.
The heart, which had just undergone surgery and had not yet fully recovered, began to beat wildly, causing the electrocardiogram monitor next to it to sound a series of alarms. The oxygen mask on the man's face was replaced with a nasal oxygen tube. At this moment, a crazy and dangerous light ignited in his originally numb eyes.
That's right.
It must be like this.
How could Xia Yiqing, such a responsible person, abandon him so easily? It must be because she has more important things to do.
A little bit of loss, like the autumn wind blowing up fallen leaves, circled around Qi Hanmu and carefully grabbed his sleeve.
So, what is more important than him?
Suddenly, I had a splitting headache, as if countless steel bars were piercing my solar plexus, and as if someone was treating it as a drum, knocking on it muffledly, causing a dull echo that buzzed in my head.
It hurts, it hurts so much.
That little bit of oxygen seemed to be unable to satisfy his needs. Qi Hanmu opened his thin lips, placed his right hand on his heart, and pounded it unconsciously, again and again, while his eyes slowly sank into the abyss again.
He used all his strength, retracted his legs, and slammed his head against the wall behind him. The numb pain started from his scalp and spread to his entire head.
There were bursts of buzzing sounds in my ears, and the whole world seemed to be quiet, and it seemed to have become a noisy sound wave field composed only of chaos.
A pair of strong hands grabbed his shoulders. Qi Hanmu opened his eyes and saw that it was Luo Miao.
A sense of loss welled up in my heart for no reason, like water bubbling up from the wall in the south wind, or like mold crawling up the room next to the toilet due to the humidity, silently but perfectly penetrating that area when you can't see it.
“Hmm…”
After being hit, my brain seemed to become less alert, clumsy and dull, unable to move at all. Yet, it seemed as if I had gained some kind of relief. Although the dull pain continued, I felt very peaceful.
Luo Miao's mouth opened and closed, his brows were tightly furrowed, and his expression looked very sad and self-blaming.
Qi Hanmu opened his mouth, wanting to tell him to speak slower because he couldn't hear him, but for some reason, he didn't say the words.
The hearing aid feels heavy in my ear.
The feeling of that piece of object told him that he should be able to hear now, he could hear originally, he should be able to hear, he should not be unable to hear.
Then why couldn't he hear what Luo Miao said?
There is only one reason, the decibel loss in both ears has increased.
A sickly plant became even sicker.
The burden of someone else is even heavier. It is like a heavy stone hanging on someone else's shoulders. Who would be willing to carry it all the time?
After taking two deep breaths and adjusting himself, Qi Hanmu's dark eyes moved slowly to Luo Miao's lips. He understood his lip language and replied without any obstacles, "I'm fine, don't worry."
For some reason, Luo Miao's tears suddenly became even more violent.
“…Stop crying.”
Qi Hanmu tried his best not to frown, raised his hand and gently patted Luo Miao's shoulder.
The eardrum felt like being pricked by a needle, and then the sound was like a thief sneaking through the gaps, sneaking in quickly and reaching Qi Hanmu's ears.
Luo Miao's crying was sometimes far away and sometimes near, no less than the howling of ghosts and wolves, like a ghost calling out in the middle of the night.
The man couldn't help but frown. He reached out his hand, hooked the hearing aid with his slender knuckles, and threw it to the side.
I don’t know if there was any sound caused by the hearing aid falling nearby, but in any case, his world was completely quiet.
Qin Fei was standing next to him, but he didn't dare to make a sound.
After he finished looking at the data on the ECG monitor, he checked the flow rate on the infusion bottle and confirmed the dosage. He then put the bottles of medicine to be infused aside, patted Luo Miao on the shoulder, and left.
By the way, he signaled with his eyes that Luo Miao had a heavy task ahead of him and he had to supervise the Third Master to finish injecting all the bottles of medicine.
Luo Miao stood beside him with a bitter face, wrinkled and shrunken like a cucumber. He looked at the man lying on his back on the bed, with blue veins bulging from the back of his white hands and his breathing slightly heavy, as if he was very impatient. He shrank to the side and dialed a phone number.
He can't deal with the Third Master, but his wife can.
Qingmu Medical.
"Your father just lost his mind at the time and did something he shouldn't have done. It's all in the past. Don't dwell on it anymore. Look forward. You still have a future."
Xia Yiqing was so exhausted from coaxing the two children that she was almost out of breath.
It’s not that these two little girls are too disobedient, but the way they look at people is very pure, like an unpolluted spring water, which makes people want to treat them gently.
At the same time, Xia Yiqing couldn't help but blush. How could that kidnapper give birth to two such innocent daughters?
It's so simple that it makes people feel sad.
Luo Qiaoli, the little girl with the nasal oxygen tube hanging from her face, rummaged through the sheets with her hands, looking a little embarrassed. "Sister, is what you said true?"
Xia Yiqing had already raised one hand, intending to touch the top of the girl's head, but now her hand froze in mid-air.
She didn't dare to be too gentle with them in the welfare home, for fear that they would become dependent.
"Buzz..."
At this moment, the life-saving phone call rang, isolating Xia Yiqing from her embarrassment.
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