Flowers bloom like snow
"Thank you... Mingyue." Ming Zhao, lying on the bed, looked pale and weak, so fragile that he seemed like he would be blown away by the wind. The antibiotic drip for several days finally took effect and pulled him back from the gates of hell to the world of the living.
Su Yunwei and Fu Changan stood at the end of the bed, looking at the lying Ming Zhao. They saw him weakly trying to support his shaky body. Su Yunwei's expression tensed, fearing that the person he had rescued with great difficulty would die. Before she could step forward to stop him, Fu Mingyue, who was sitting beside the bed, hurriedly grabbed his shoulders and forced him to lie back down. Her fingers inadvertently brushed across his skin, and the coldness was pressing. The tears that she had originally held back came back, accumulating in her eyes, not daring to shed.
Damn it for making her sad again.
The fingers hidden in the quilt were digging at the flesh tightly. Regret, unwillingness, sadness, and a sense of emptiness emerged along with the tears shed by Fu Mingyue. Mingzhao turned his head away. He didn't dare to look. Now... he had lost all qualifications, any qualifications for her.
"Bright moon."
Ming Zhao couldn't bear to let go, but he was helpless. Finally, he made up his mind and said, "Let's call it a day between you and me. From now on, we'll go our separate ways." He scratched his flesh until it bled, but he was completely unaware of it. "You don't owe me anything. Even if I do, it's my debt to you, and I can never repay it."
"What are you talking about?" Her heart, after days of worry and endurance, suddenly erupted in tears at his resolute words. "We grew up together, and we promised to eat and play until we're old. Now you're going to break your promise? Are you saying you're going to break off all ties with me?"
"Don't you want me as your friend anymore?"
Ming Zhao slowly turned his gaze to Fu Mingyue. Her originally cute face was now filled with sorrow because of him.
He shouldn't have been found by her, shouldn't have stayed, shouldn't have stayed here. Shouldn't have been...alive.
He forced a smile, my friend, I am no longer qualified to do this.
"No, just go away." Ming Zhao's heart had already become as dead as water. He had been dead since he set foot in this place.
Fu Mingyue bit her lower lip tightly, staring intently into his heavy eyes, tears welling up around them. She asked, "Are you really so determined?"
She held her breath, waiting for his answer, but finally saw him nod resolutely.
The tense emotions suddenly surged out again. Fu Mingyue could no longer stay there and ran out of the room sobbing. Su Yunwei reached out her hand, but only touched the remaining corner of her clothes.
"It's okay, Mingyue knows what to do." Fu Changan stood aside, so calm as if Su Yunwei was her real sister.
Su Yunwei now seriously suspects that they are not biological siblings.
His sister ran out crying like that, and he was completely indifferent? ?
It's too cold.
Fu Changan glanced at her, sighed inwardly, leaned over and whispered in her ear, "She's at the door."
"How do you know?"
Fu Changan raised his head and pointed towards the door, "Look."
Su Yunwei followed his gaze and saw a corner of a white skirt on the threshold. She understood and felt relieved. Fu Changan was not so indifferent.
"You guys go out too."
Ming Zhao's tired and indifferent voice sounded, and Su Yunwei couldn't help but feel a nameless anger lingering in her heart, wanting to explode.
She turned and walked towards Ming Zhao, who was lying on the bed. Her eyes were sharp and piercing. "Do you know how much Ming Yue has done for your illness? How many tears she has shed? How many sleepless nights she has endured?"
"Of course, the most important thing is, how much have I sacrificed for you? Do you know?"
Fu Changan was stunned when he heard this. What did she do for him?
Ming Zhao, who was lying on the bed, also looked confused and asked weakly, "Who are you? I have never seen you before."
"Of course you haven't seen me. It was because of your illness that Mingyue summoned me to this dynasty."
Summon? Fu Changan repeated it secretly in his heart, and a trace of inquiry flashed in his eyes but then disappeared.
Su Yunwei's tone was agitated, and there seemed to be grievance and anger: "In order to save you, I used up all my most precious medicine for you. That was my most precious medicine..."
"Why?" Ming Zhao suddenly interrupted. His voice was icy cold, and a bottomless despair enveloped him, like a siege from which he could never escape. He stared blankly at the ceiling of the tent: "Why did you save me?"
He slowly turned his head, his pale face expressionless, his eyes wide open, empty and lifeless. "Wouldn't it be better for me to just die like this? For someone as filthy and self-degrading as me, what's the point of living? I'm nothing more than a laughingstock and a taint of public opinion."
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Su Yunwei frowned. She couldn't stand people who belittled their own lives. She said angrily, "Life is precious. No one has the right to take it away, not even you. What filth and self-degradation are the shackles you imposed on yourself. It's not your fault, so why are you humiliating yourself?"
Ming Zhao's body trembled violently, as if he was stabbed by these words. He suddenly closed his eyes and clenched his teeth, as if he was resisting the great pain.
Su Yunwei looked at him like this, and the anger in her heart was replaced by a feeling of pity. She slowed down her tone and said, "I know everything about you. I know what you have been through... It's not your fault, Mingzhao. Being harmed by bad people is never the victim's fault! It is those violent beasts who should feel ashamed and go to hell, not you!"
The sobbing outside the door seemed to pause.
Fu Changan stood aside, his originally calm expression suddenly tightened, and his gaze fiercely cast towards Su Yunwei. She actually knew? ?
But on second thought, it should have been that day in the restaurant...
Ming Zhao felt as if the last layer of his veil had been torn off. His emotions suddenly collapsed, and he roared with all his strength, "It's not my fault? Then whose fault is it?"
He calmed down again, chuckling almost ghostly. He added, "It's just a broken body, a troubled skin. If they want it, they can take it... I don't care anymore! Isn't it disgusting for me to live like this?"
"So you're punishing yourself?" Su Yunwei raised his head and took a deep breath. He turned to look at Ming Zhao and said earnestly, "You're using self-exile to retaliate against the person who hurt you, but the result is only deeper harm to yourself and everyone who cares about you! Ming Zhao, you're stupid. That bastard ruined you for a while, and you're going to cooperate with him, ruining your life and even Mingyue's sincere heart for you. Is this fair? Is it really worth it?"
"Life offers endless possibilities. Death is the end of everything. There's nothing left, no chance of a comeback or happiness. Are you willing to let the person who hurt you go unpunished, potentially even hurting others, while you yourself die here, as quietly as a pile of mud?"
"Stop talking... Please, stop talking..." Ming Zhao buried his face in the pillow and sobbed.
After Su Yunwei finished speaking, the depression in her heart dissipated a little, knowing that the effect had been achieved. She sighed again and said calmly, "It's okay to cry, but after crying, you have to think about the future. Your body and hair are given by your parents, but how you live is your own choice. Do you continue to sink into despair, causing your loved ones to grieve and your enemies to rejoice? Or do you try to get up, even if it's for those who truly care about you, like Mingyue, like... your family. Live well first?"
For a moment, the only sound in the room was Ming Zhao's suppressed crying.
Fu Changan's gaze remained fixed on Su Yunwei, his deep eyes filled with unprecedented turmoil. This Doctor Su, who had suddenly appeared in his home, was incredibly bold in his words and actions, and his thoughts were even more unorthodox.
Su Yunwei...Where did she come from and why is she so special?
What exactly is this summoning she mentioned?
He looked at her cheeks which were slightly red with excitement, and her clear eyes, and Fu Changan felt his heartbeat almost stop for a moment.
Under the azure sky, birds flew by in pairs, but only one landed under the eaves, chirping.
Exhausted, Fu Mingyue squatted against the wall, her head buried in her arms, tears streaming silently. Su Yunwei's words were like needles piercing her beating heart. In her heart, she was the culprit who had hurt Mingzhao. From the moment Mingzhao disappeared, she felt trapped in a vicious cycle. The one with the hideous, twisted expression was Fu Mingyue, and the one weeping and hurt was Mingzhao.
She could never forgive herself again.
forever.
forever.
The suppressed crying in the room gradually stopped, and Su Yunwei was about to start today's treatment. Time will heal the inner trauma. If it cannot be healed, it is just that time is not long enough.
She took out the things needed for today's infusion, placed them on the table one by one, and called Fu Changan over.
She thought: If my mentor were still alive, he would definitely be proud of me today, because a general who fought all over the world actually became my student.
What a pity! She can no longer see it, so I can only burn Fu Changan's portrait for her to see during the next Ghost Festival.
"Look, this is the infusion pump. This is the regulator, which controls the speed. It can't be too fast, otherwise his heart won't be able to handle it." Su Yunwei picked up the thin plastic tube and pointed to a small wheel on it to show Fu Changan. Then she pointed to the pink end. "This is the needle. We'll insert it into the vein on the back of Mingzhao's hand later."
Although Fu Changan had been mentally prepared, the silver-shining needle tip at this moment made him inexplicably nervous.
He had fought for many years, and had used and seen countless weapons. But today, he was going to pick up this silver needle and use it to pierce the skin and blood vessels. This was completely different from any method he knew of killing or saving people.
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