For her.
Of course, quitting alcohol isn't so easy, and I've gotten used to taking painkillers.
Without alcohol and painkillers, how would she get through the long, lonely nights?
So, if a stomach ulcer becomes severe, can it really lead to stomach perforation and stomach bleeding?
What would be the consequences?
Will I really die?
What is the world like after death? Do you go to heaven?
They won't go to heaven.
When a person dies, it's like a lamp going out; she didn't believe in ghosts or gods.
Seeing that Song Lingshan didn't react, Su Luo lowered her voice and pleaded.
"Ling Shan, I'm begging you, okay?"
He really didn't want anything to happen to Song Lingshan, and he couldn't bear to see her neglecting her own health.
Song Lingshan finally turned her gaze to Su Luo, her eyes sparkling, a playful smile curving her lips as she chuckled.
"Wouldn't you be happy if I died? That way I wouldn't bother you anymore, and you wouldn't have to avoid me."
One sentence angered Su Luo, who said somewhat irritably.
"If I really wanted you to die, I wouldn't have brought you to the hospital in the first place!"
Honestly, Song Lingshan seems to be mentally unstable. She was like that when she was in a relationship, always talking about death.
Especially after exercising at night, I would hug him tightly and suddenly ask him a question.
"Baby, if I die someday, will you come with me?"
In that situation, of course he would always say yes, I'll die with you.
So of course he didn't want Song Lingshan to really die, and he always felt that his promise to her was like a curse.
If she really does die before me, I feel like even as a ghost she'll drag me down to hell with her.
Song Lingshan's eyes lit up, and she smiled.
"Oh right, you once promised me that if I died, you would die with me!"
"?!?!"
Su Luo was stunned, completely unsure how to respond.
Sure enough, Song Lingshan has been holding onto this matter; it seems he really can't escape it.
He could only secretly pray that he would die before Song Lingshan in the future, and that she would live longer.
Seeing Su Luo's strange expression, Song Lingshan knew he hadn't forgotten, so she asked him the question knowing the answer already.
"You remember now? I thought you'd forgotten."
"..."
Su Luo still didn't dare to speak. Would admitting that she hadn't forgotten make Song Lingshan think that she hadn't let go of her?
"..."
Seeing that he still didn't speak, Song Lingshan instantly lost interest and closed her eyes for a nap.
Su Luo instantly breathed a sigh of relief. Finally, it was quiet, and she no longer had to be terrified.
Why is the human brain's memory function so powerful? Why can we only temporarily set aside the things we want to forget?
It triggers at a certain point, causing the brain to uncontrollably recreate the scene from that moment.
If everyone could be perfectly rational, there would be no more lovesick men and women, and no more lingering regrets from the past.
Su Luo stopped looking at Song Lingshan and turned her head to gaze at the azure sky outside the window.
After what seemed like an eternity, the IV drip was almost finished.
Su Luo was worried that Song Lingshan would move around while the needles were being removed, so she woke her up.
Then, carefully peeling off the medical tape on the back of Song Lingshan's hand, he quickly removed the needle from the blood vessel.
Then gently press the adhesive tape on the needle hole.
Looking at Su Luo's gentle profile, Song Lingshan felt a mix of emotions. He hadn't taken care of her like this in a long time.
After pressing for a while until the bleeding from the injection site stopped, Su Luo released Song Lingshan's hand and turned to ask.
Do you want me to take you home?
She had just received an injection and was still very weak. It wouldn't be right to let Song Lingshan drive home alone.
Song Lingshan did not refuse and nodded slightly.
The two left the hospital.
Su Luo drove Song Lingshan home safely, and then said a brief goodbye to her.
I took a taxi home, slumped wearily in the seat, rested my head against the window, and gazed at the scenery outside.
It was already evening.
The setting sun moved slowly, hidden behind thick clouds, leaving streaks of afterglow on the horizon.
My phone vibrated in my pocket.
Su Luo took out her phone, swiped to unlock it, and opened WeChat to see the latest message from Sister Nami.
"Lolo, are you busy?"
Su Luo typed two words in reply: "Not busy."
Nami Ozawa: "I want to see you, is that convenient?"
Su Luo hesitated for a moment, then readily agreed, "Then come to my house. I'll be home in a bit."
Nami Ozawa: "Okay."
After turning off her phone, Su Luo couldn't help but let her mind wander.
Nami rarely texts him when she's working. She probably doesn't know he's off today. Why would she suddenly want to see him?
Has something happened?
What could possibly happen?
Did Song Lingshan see him accompany her to the hospital?
Su Luo shook his head. Impossible. Beijing is so big, with so many hospitals. How could Ozawa Nami have seen him by such a coincidence?
Besides, if she really saw him and Song Lingshan, she would definitely show up. How could she pretend not to see them and wait so long to send her a message?
Forget it, I don't want to think about it anymore. I'll find out when we meet.
...
Su Luo arrived home earlier than Ozawa Nami, and once inside, she started feeling unwell again, with a throbbing and aching head.
Back in the bedroom, I found two cold pills and took them with some cool boiled water.
I changed into a light gray coral fleece pajama set, sat on the sofa, and waited for Ozawa Nami to come over.
A moment later, the doorbell rang.
Su Luo stood up, quickly walked to the door, and opened it.
"Nami... Nini?"
Seeing Su Luo's surprised and somewhat disappointed expression, Su Jianni frowned unhappily.
"What? Is Dad unhappy to see me?"
"No, no, it was just a bit of a surprise. I had invited Nami-nee over, and I thought it was her!"
"snort!"
Su Jianni strode into the house, deliberately bumping into Su Luo, and said with dissatisfaction.
"He forgot about his daughter after getting a wife, what a bad person!"
Su Luo felt a sharp pain in her side after being bumped by Su Jiani, and laughed helplessly.
That girl has a really sharp tongue, mocking herself like that.
Su Jianni tossed her schoolbag onto the coffee table, sat down on the sofa, and looked at Su Luo with a puzzled expression, "Dad, do you have a cold?"
Su Luo asked in surprise, "How did you know?"
Su Jianni picked up a cherry tomato from the fruit plate, popped it into her mouth, and said as she chewed.
"You look terrible, your voice is terribly hoarse, and you have no energy. You look like a gust of wind could blow you away."
Su Luo was shocked: "Is it...is it that serious?"
Su Jiani nodded. "Yes."
Her nostrils twitched slightly, and a faint scent of rose perfume filled the air.
In winter, if the windows are not opened, the smell will not dissipate easily.
Su Jianni narrowed her eyes and said with a mischievous smile, "Dad, do we have guests at home?"
"?!?!"
Su Luo was once again shocked by her daughter's words.
No, how did Su Jianni find out that someone had come to the house? Song Lingshan didn't leave anything here. Is that so amazing?
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