Chapter 19
After Mu Qingliu made the decision he had to make, he turned around and did his own thing.
Still in front of everyone's head, the sky screen seemed like a huge projection screen, vaguely showing ["The Beautiful and Tragic Series: The Domineering Young Master is Long Aotian. In the bloody novel, the little girl who was spoiled by the boss actually ran away with 108 fetuses." The plot has seriously shifted, the main plot has shifted 2%, the NPC plot has shifted 20%, and the villain plot has shifted 0. ]
It was night.
In Song Yin's bedroom, the biological monitor has been continuously detecting his heart rate and blood pressure, and there are ventilators, spasms, and massagers around him.
For an ordinary family, it is very hard to take good care of a vegetative patient. Fortunately, Mu Qingliu was very generous in terms of funds, and the medical staff equipped for Song Yin was comparable to a high-level medical team.
Every three hours, the nurse on night shift would come into the room and gently turn Song Yin over to prevent the patient from developing deep vein thrombosis or bed ulcers after lying flat for a long time.
At present, Song Yin is in very good condition. Every day when he needs to burp or poop, the spit bubble will unconsciously send out a signal.
The medical staff will even carry the person to the toilet and sit slowly. The advanced toilet seat can automatically heat up, and it can also automatically rinse the butt with warm water after defecation.
Imagine which medical staff would not like to take care of such a clean and well-cared-for patient?
According to the night shift schedule, the nurse who was helping to turn over came in to help Song Yin turn over.
Song Yin had been eating liquid food for more than a week, so his weight would slowly recover. Strict control of nutritional balance would not suddenly make him fat.
In accordance with the nursing rules and regulations, the nurse lifted Song Yin's flat body slightly to the right, and placed a fluffy and comfortable small pillow on his waist to ensure the comfort of Mrs. Mu's limbs. She then checked the data of the nursing instrument and left to rest.
At six o'clock in the morning, she came in again to turn Song Yin to the left and adjust his sleeping position back and forth.
Unexpectedly, the nurse slowly pulled out the small pillow on Song Yin's lower back and pushed his body flat first.
After Song Yin's body was no longer obstructed, he naturally swung straight to the left.
It is well known that a vegetative patient cannot turn over on his own, and Mrs. Mu's condition is not a turn over at all. She was lying straight on the bed, turning left and right.
It was more terrifying than a corpse.
The nurse tried to hold him down.
In a moment, Song Yin's body stood up again, with his arms, legs and feet tightly clasped together. The strength of his waist was enough to drive the rotation of his limbs.
A corpse!!
No, it's a vegetative patient!!
The nurse allowed Mrs. Mu to spin unconsciously, covered her mouth and ran back in panic, rushed out of the room and called the attending specialist. The horror permeated in her voice was enough to star in ten movies of The Grudge.
"Doctor Yiyi! Please be sure to come to Mr. Mu's house. The current situation is a little hard to describe!"
Mu Qingliu had returned from morning exercise and heard that his wife's condition had suddenly taken a qualitative leap.
It can't be said to be good, but it is definitely not good.
Mu Qingliu pressed Song Yin's forehead with one finger and used a little force. With the help of external force, Song Yin, who was in deep sleep mode, slowly lay down on the comfortable bed.
Mu Qingliu said to the expert beside him, "This is very common."
In fact, he had a great interest in all kinds of weird imaginations that happened to Song Yin's body.
Mu Qingliu asked someone to investigate in detail what Song Yin experienced when he became a vegetative state?
The result was indeed shocking.
It is said that Song Yin ran away from home in the early morning and encountered a car accident. When the car accident happened, the truck that passed by him exploded on the spot, and the driver in the car was also killed. Song Yin,
who was at the center of the explosion and collision, was unharmed and just turned into an ordinary person.
No matter who hears such a report, they will think there are only two possibilities.
One is that Song Yin is an alien.
The other is that Song Yin has turned on the external plug-in.
No matter which inference is made, it is a very explosive existence in today's scientific and medical circles.
While several experts were whispering with President Mu, Song Yin's small body, which was lying straight, stood up to the right on its own.
Everyone who saw it with their own eyes gasped.
Except for Mu Qingliu.
Mu Qingliu pressed Song Yin down with his fingers again.
Song Yin stood up slowly.
Mu Qingliu pressed him down with his fingers again.
Song Yin stood up slowly again.
Mu Qingliu looked like he wanted to laugh but didn't. Instead, he had a cold look of accusation, "What does this situation mean in your medical field? The phenomenon of the tumbler? Or the cockroach that never stops?"
The expert had no complaints about being criticized by the big guy. After all, the extension of science is theology, similar to the various imaginations of Mrs. Mu that cannot be explained by science.
For the time being, they can all be collectively referred to as because of this, scientific reasons, Einstein, not reason.
The expert said, "Based on Mrs. Mu's current situation, my opinion is that the probability of Mrs. Mu's recovery is very high."
Mu Qingliu motioned for him to continue.
The experts also received full affirmation and said with confidence, "Mrs. Mu's changes mainly started on the day of the graduation thesis defense, which means that Mrs. Mu's recovery cannot only take conservative treatment, but also requires some fresh stimulation."
"Like traditional vegetative patients, how to recuperate at home, in addition to certain equipment assistance, the most important thing is the family's affection therapy."
"What is family therapy?"
The expert made a heart shape on his chest, "Use your love to awaken the strong desire of the vegetative patient to recover, and use your shared good memories from time to time to stimulate each other, such as saying something in the ear to awaken sweet memories, and repeat it more than ten times a day."
The expert looked at Mu Qingliu's handsome eyebrows and saw some emotions, and his voice became softer, "Or you, Mr. Mu, are busy, so you can leave this matter to the nurse."
The reason why Mu Qingliu frowned was not because he felt troubled.
It was because he and Song Yin had no past at all.
The most important thing was that
Mr. Mu didn't say sweet words.
However, Mu Qingliu thought that this was a challenge that was more challenging than paragliding or rock climbing. He
nodded happily and said, "Move Song Yin to my room tonight."
Expert: "(⊙o⊙)..."
Nurse: "(⊙o⊙)..."
In the evening, Song Yin was washed very fragrant and white, and was carried to Mu Qingliu's chopping board like a piglet.
No, it was Mu Qingliu's bed.
The expert explained to Mu Qingliu very carefully, "The patient's recovery signs occur little by little, and it takes a relatively slow and long process, so President Mu, don't be too hasty."
Key word: hasty.
I thought: President Mu is well-dressed, handsome, and polite, he should be able to understand my hint.
The nurse patiently explained that the little vegetative patient needed to go to the toilet once every night. If there was a need in this regard, Mrs. Mu could press the bell at the head of the bed, and a medical staff would come in to relieve Mrs. Mu.
Mu Qingliu nodded and told everyone to go out.
Many years ago, Mu Qingliu had defined his own territory in the bedroom, and even his mother had to get her son's approval before entering the bedroom.
Now, there was a soft, white thing that forcibly occupied half of his bed.
Mu Qingliu was a little uncomfortable with this.
But he was not a shy person, and he sat on the bed briskly, and smoothly got into the same quilt with Song Yin.
Mu Qingliu hated using products with strong fragrances when bathing, and rarely used perfume.
But now.
The whole private space for two people was filled with another sweet orange scent.
Mu Qingliu took a discrete math book purchased from abroad from the bedside, and carefully read a dozen discrete math problems beside Song Yin's ear, and attached detailed problem-solving techniques. He also took out high-level language programming and had an academic discussion with Song Yin for half an hour.
Song Yin's breathing was very even.
It has been a week since he last participated in the defense of his graduation thesis.
It seems that too much electricity has been consumed at once and sufficient charging time is needed.
Mu Qingliu tried to discuss the logical expression of integer variables with him.
Song Yin never responded.
It seems that the stimulation of learning is not enough.
For the academic master Mu Qingliu, studying is his strongest stimulant. Sometimes he is so obsessed that he can go without food or drink for a whole day just for the thirst for knowledge.
Song Yin's eyelashes are long and thick, and they trembled slightly.
The book in Mu Qingliu's hand fell on the quilt immediately. He leaned over and smelled the corner of his wife's mouth. The fragrance of toothpaste was citrus. He
sniffed behind his wife's ears again. The sweetness of tangerine shower gel was refreshing.
At this moment, Song Yin was completely a full and juicy fruit, with a refreshing lemon scent permeating his hair.
It smells a bit good.
Mu Qingliu's hand slowly opened Song Yin's curtain, revealing a snow-white face that was not so easy to see.
The sleeping beauty illuminated by the night light has a touch of warm sweetness and tranquility compared to the moonlight.
Mu Qingliu poked Song Yin's lip beads with his fingers, and the flesh-pink round beads were sucked into the center of the lip gap, and then bounced back quickly, becoming a bright red wet fruit.
Stimulation.
If, such lips were awake, with a soft smile, opening and closing in front of him, smiling charmingly.
Mu Qingliu rubbed slightly against Song Yin's side.
Experts say that if a vegetative person wants to open his eyes, constant fresh stimulation is essential.
Stimulation?
Stimulation.
The excitement is...
Mu Qingliu approached and said, "Song Yin, your Song family will be completely finished soon."
"Your uncle will be sent to prison for the rest of his life because of his huge debts, and your second uncle and third uncle will run away overseas in disgrace and will never come back to China." "Your
second aunt is married, and she has no chance to hold her head up in her natal family. She has to be humble all her life."
"Your fifth uncle and fifth aunt were also driven out of the mansion, and they live in a cramped civilian house with your grandfather."
As for your sixth uncle's family.
Mu Qingliu said, "They are the only family, I will never act rashly."
"Does this arrangement fit my personality?"
"Or if you pay a little attention to me now, I can make the ending of the Song family a little more humane?"
Mu Qingliu held his breath and stared, waiting calmly for Song Yin's reaction.
No matter who it is, when talking about family and relatives, there will always be some different feedback.
The little vegetative person is no exception.
Song Yin had been in a coma for a week, and it seemed that the lack of energy in his body was replenished. After Mu Qingliu uttered the last word coldly.
A small and soft bubble floated out.
[I want to sigh, I can't hold it back anymore. ]