Luo Chi was silent.
He even seemed frightened by the liquid that suddenly gushed out of his body. The warm water dripped onto his stiffly curled fingers, and his whole hand trembled.
Ming Weiting held that hand, sat in front of him, and wiped his tears with his sleeves.
"Flame." Ming Weiting looked into his eyes, "I'm back, and I'll always come back."
Ming Weiting rubbed his hair slowly and wiped the water color carefully: "I will always come back in the future. Can you let me watch you play the guitar? I also want to buy your paintings."
"I want to buy a lot of your paintings. I want to watch you paint." Ming Weiting said, "I will pay any price."
There was no color on Luo Chi's face. His cheeks were wet with tears and he looked paler and colder than when he first woke up.
He couldn't understand what the liquid was. Just after it was wiped clean, it overflowed again in an instant, even more violently than before. When it rolled down, it was as hot as burning lava, but not long after, it froze as if it was an endless sea of ice.
Luo Chi leaned on Ming Weiting's chest. His body was soft and cold. His chest was heaving and his body was shaking uncontrollably.
Ming Weiting tried his best to reduce the force. He found that Luo Chi was still in a bad condition, and his breathing became more and more rapid and intermittent. He frowned and raised his head: "Uncle Lu."
Minglu nodded and hurried to call a doctor.
Ming Weiting took off the oxygen mask at the head of the bed, adjusted the flow rate, and sat sideways at the head of the bed.
He has been taking care of Luo Chi these days, so he is particularly skilled at it. He held Luo Chi against his chest with one hand, and held the mask with the other hand so that Luo Chi could breathe the supplementary oxygen.
Luo Chi choked under the oxygen mask.
There was so much liquid pouring out of my eyes so quickly that no matter how hard I tried to find the focus, all that remained in my vision were large, blurry blocks of color.
The gears were stuck on the nerves in the brain, large patches of red rust spread out on the edges, and the chaotic and broken pictures were all tangled together. They were just some gears that had rusted away, and he didn't know where he was.
Luo Chi refused to faint, he was unwilling to do so.
He felt someone holding his hand, someone helping him lie down, and someone putting cold electrodes on him.
He doesn't want to be in the hospital, he doesn't want to be sick, he has important things to do.
Luo Chi struggled unconsciously. He frowned little by little and opened his eyes wide to look for the outline of the shadow.
There was only a light red fog in front of me.
He closed his eyes, trying to find the touch that his body was familiar with and accustomed to, but there were too many hands pressing on him and he couldn't distinguish them clearly.
…There is another way.
There were other ways, he remembered, he could have done it.
The tinnitus penetrated his mind without warning, the large noise before the TV broke down completely, the distorted and broken speakers mixed with the sound of electricity... Occasionally, a few words without a beginning or an end would pop up in it, but they didn't make any sense. He only remembered that it seemed because of that sentence that he could no longer listen to the sounds outside.
But this is definitely not the only sentence in the world.
It's not just this sentence, he must have missed a lot of important voices because of this.
How can I hear it again? Do we need to get those gears turning again?
He tried to push the rusty gears, and the dull pain instantly engulfed his entire consciousness. This was not a problem. He had long been accustomed to this kind of pain. He must have found the wrong gear, or something else...
The sharp needle pierced his skin and the cold medicine flowed into his blood vessels, bringing up involuntary extreme fatigue from the deepest part of his body.
He knew it was a sedative.
He was very familiar with this feeling. Ren Chenbai had people give him this kind of thing many times.
What is Ren Chenbai?
I don’t know, it doesn’t matter.
He finally accomplished what he wanted to do. The most inconspicuous gear in the corner was suddenly pushed and moved forward a small space with a "click".
An inconspicuous window was opened into the silent world.
The hearing of that ear was originally weaker than that of an ordinary person, so whatever he heard seemed to be separated by a distant thick fog, but at least the sound was coming in.
He seemed to really hear a voice coming in, and he heard someone calling him "Flame".
Luo Chi lay flat on the bed, moving his head and neck with difficulty following the sound.
His body began to relax from the sedative and drowsiness came over him like a tide, so he guessed that the process probably took a long time.
But fortunately, the sound never stopped, so he always had enough references to identify the direction.
Luo Chi felt that he must have found the right direction. He found the direction of the voice and tried to outline the silhouette of Mr. Shadow in the red fog.
For the last time, even if it is just an illusion, let him say that.
"Stay a little longer." Luo Chi said slowly, "Five minutes."
Luo Chi's voice was very soft. He opened his eyes and looked at the shadow man he had drawn: "Okay?"
…
Ming Weiting settled the unconscious Luo Chi.
He looked at the monitoring data from all the instruments and asked about the parts he didn't fully understand before returning to the bedside to stay with Luo Chi.
Luo Chi's right hand was loosely fixed to the bedside with a bandage. He was receiving an IV and wearing an oxygen mask to assist his breathing. His face seemed better than before when he had lost all color.
"It's caused by intracranial hypertension... Mr. Luo should have had a headache since he woke up, but he just couldn't tell."
The doctor whispered, "I've already used dehydration medicine. It's okay."
The doctor hesitated for a moment, then added: "It's best to stay in the hospital for observation today."
Intracranial hypertension is the most common complication, and this is probably not the first time Luo Chi has experienced it. It's just that he was too weak and his blood pressure had always been low, so there were no obvious symptoms.
The sudden severe attack today must be due to the patient's own drastic mood swings. Medication has been taken in time to lower blood pressure and reduce dehydration. As long as you can keep your mood calm, there will be no danger.
Ming Weiting sat beside the bed. He carefully adjusted the mask for Luo Chi and thanked him.
The doctor waved his hands quickly and turned to Ming Lu, briefly explaining Luo Chi's current physical condition and giving some precautions for caring for the patient.
Minglu wrote down what the other party said, sent the doctor out, and turned back to the bedside: "Mr.
Ming Weiting was pushing aside Luo Chi's hair that was soaked with cold sweat. Hearing this, he withdrew his hand and raised his eyes.
"I didn't notice anything at all." Ming Lu recalled Ming Weiting's previous worries and felt a little guilty. "The situation at that time seemed..."
"It looks normal." Ming Weiting shook his head, "I didn't notice it either."
Once Luo Chi remembered how to laugh, he would no longer expose his discomfort so easily. It was his fault, he taught incorrectly, so he will be responsible next time and will check Luo Chi's condition more carefully.
Ming Weiting touched Luo Chi's forehead with the back of his hand. He gently rubbed his sweaty short hair and pushed them behind Luo Chi's ears.
Luo Chi has a very hideous scar behind his left ear.
The doctor said that Luo Chi’s disease affects his hearing on the right side. If it was just due to the illness, the hearing in the left ear should still be very weak.
The hearing problem on this side is psychogenic, and the organ still functions. But recovery is probably much more difficult than surgical treatment, which can be cured as long as the technology is sophisticated enough.
…
The result of the consultation was that even if the hearing returned to normal after the operation, it would probably take the patient several years to slowly recover and be able to hear the outside world again.
"Uncle Lu," Ming Weiting said, "He seems to be able to hear some sounds."
Ming Lu was slightly surprised: "When?"
"During the rescue, I was talking to him and he suddenly looked towards me. I think he couldn't see clearly at that time."
Ming Weiting whispered, "He asked me to stay for another five minutes."
Ming Weiting was not sure how many "OK" he said and how many "more than five minutes" he said. He also didn't know whether Luo Chi heard and believed these answers.
But when he gave his answer, he did see a vague smile slowly emerging in the depths of those eyes.
Luo Chi fell into a new dream with a satisfied smile on his face.
...This made him unable to understand why those people should be allowed to stay awake with peace of mind.
"Yes." Minglu instantly understood what he meant, "Sir, I'll do it."
Ming Weiting lowered his eyes. Luo Chi's lips were pale and dry, so he used a cotton swab dipped in water to moisten them little by little as the doctor had instructed.
After he finished doing all this, he raised his hand and gently touched the corner of Luo Chi's lips to confirm that it had become moist and soft, and put the cotton swab and water aside.
Minglu left quietly, closed the door quietly, and quickly went to the dock.
…
Luo Chi had a very long dream.
In the dream, he had no idea who he was or what he was supposed to do.
But these things don’t seem to be that important.
He was just walking slowly on a road, and because he had been walking for so long, part of his body seemed to have disappeared.
In fact, it would be nice if he just disappeared like this, but he always felt that he seemed to have forgotten something.
He looked at the needle marks on his arm.
He really didn't like sedatives; it was a feeling he resisted to the point of almost instinctively feeling nauseous. My strength faded away bit by bit. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't control my body and was forced to sink into boundless chaos.
He was tired of walking, so he sat down and watched from an indifferent perspective as a person was carried out of the car by another person whose face was blurred.
The person who was carried out regained consciousness briefly and struggled with all his strength to protect his car, but that strength was quickly consumed by the cold potion. The person holding him looked very satisfied and wanted to touch his head, but the body suddenly spasmed under a severe headache and vomited all over the person.
He casually filled these images into the gaps between the gears, letting the slowly rotating gears grind them into powder and be blown away by the wind.
He sat by the roadside and watched a boy of six or seven years old rush into the alley, panting.
He subconsciously reached out to stop him, but the boy's shadow passed through his hand and rushed over to hug his crying sister.
The boy tried to run while dragging his sister, but found that he couldn't do it, so he squatted down and tried to carry her on his back. At this time, several dark figures elongated by the street lights walked out slowly from the corner.
The boy hid his cell phone and sister behind his back and kept making calls. Until someone came and held him down, gave him a quick shot of sedative, picked him up and threw him on the car, and went to pull the little girl.
The phone fell into the grass, and the light on the screen flashed for a while before going dark.
…
He had no idea what all this was about. Perhaps he would be able to figure it out once his mind was clearer, but he was too tired to think and just wanted to sleep.
So he decided to find himself a better bedtime story.
He wanted to go find Aunt Ren, but he didn't dare to go. He didn't remember why he didn't dare to go. It seemed like it was because the car was lost, or because I broke my promise, or because I failed to protect myself.
Something happened to him that would definitely make Aunt Ren sad.
So he couldn't go to see Aunt Ren. Either he got better, or he would never go and he could stay in the ice water forever.
So he turned around and went to look for Mr. Shadow.
He found that he was becoming bolder and his imagination was becoming more and more unrestrained. He even made up a complete story for himself, and Mr. Shadow was back.
He was lying on his bed in the hotel. Although he had almost gotten used to the frequent headaches, it was still difficult to get through them when they occurred. He lay in his cold sweat, counting his heartbeats, and was surprised to see Mr. Shadow suddenly coming back.
He suddenly got better.
My head doesn’t hurt at all anymore, and I don’t feel any discomfort anywhere on my body. I can run ten kilometers with my guitar on my back.
He jumped up excitedly. He was so happy that he couldn't help feeling proud. The smile on his face couldn't be hidden. He asked the other party if his script was extremely valuable.
Mr. Shadow smiled and nodded, touched his hair, took out a boat ticket and handed it to him.
They boarded the ship together, and the cruise was just as fun as he had imagined. They met many interesting people on the ship. He painted their portraits and attended their parties. He and Mr. Shadow admired the sunrise together. The sun in the clouds looked like a particularly delicious salted duck egg yolk.
When the fireworks were set off at night, the sea was filled with brilliant lights. He excitedly lay on the side of the boat and watched. He wanted to touch the lights to see if they were hot, so he jumped after the lights.
He jumped in and found that the light was warm and the sea water embraced him gently.
He kept sinking, the warm darkness enveloped him, and he stretched out his body comfortably, allowing himself to melt into the water bit by bit. He had a great time and thanked Mr. Shadow for the five minutes. He wanted to stay here and he didn't want to go back.
Somewhere in his chest suddenly twitched violently and tears welled up in his eyes. He didn't know why he should be sad anymore. He looked at the absolute darkness and silence around him.
This place suits him very well, he should just stay here.
He thought about the people he had met and the path he had walked. He wanted to find out why he was still sad. He wanted to know what was not good enough about such an ending.
There is fog everywhere, covering the sky and the earth.
He stayed in the fog for a long time and felt relaxed the whole time.
He felt very relaxed, a relaxation he had never felt before. The cold, salty water seemed to have no end, and the extreme tiredness finally had a place to go.
He thought it was not fun here and he would not come here again, but it seemed like there was still some place struggling in the extreme cold and refused to give up.
He had such a wonderful dream. He dreamed that he lived freely, walked in the gentle breeze in the early morning, and saw a sky full of cold stars jumping into the sea late at night. He was looking at the sea in a small house sealed by time. He wanted to fulfill his promise and look for that shadow on the sea.
He met Aunt Ren, met Mr. Shadow, he met such good people
His head hurt so much that everything in front of his eyes turned blood red. This kind of pain has been going on for quite a long time, and every time it would swallow up his memory and logic, leaving him with only large blanks. He had met such a good person.
When does a person look back on his life?
Luo Chi looked at the images that were no longer chaotic, and countless memories seemed to shatter into countless sharp ice chips, which pierced his skin and drilled into his ears.
He heard countless voices counting his sins that he was completely unaware of. He had not done these things, so he would not admit them. He loudly refuted them one by one until only the cold, salty sea water came out of his throat.
He didn't lose his sister, and he didn't kill Aunt Ren.
He is not an arrogant second-generation rich man. He always fights for a reason. He has never abused his power to bully others, and he has never done anything dishonorable. His songs are just beautiful, and he has come this far based on his own abilities.
Luo Chi sank in the icy sea. He guessed that he had probably drowned in the sea, but it didn’t matter. He could argue with these voices until he defeated them all.
His body was becoming heavier and heavier, and all the familiar pains seemed to come back again. Even opening his mouth to speak became difficult... This affected his performance a little.
But it doesn't matter, he can use a little more strength.
"I didn't." Luo Chi choked and coughed as he spoke, but he still gritted his teeth and said the rest, "I didn't do anything bad."
Then he heard a voice in his ear.
He confirmed that he could hear some sound again, very small and vague, as if it was through the sea water, but it was indeed very clear.
That ear lost its hearing amidst malicious accusations and curses. In fact, he once had a fleeting thought when he was bored, what would be the first sentence he would like to hear if he could still hear.
He couldn't stay awake for long. After fainting and waking up again, he would probably be confused and blank again... But he still seized this little time and tried hard to distinguish the voice and what the other person said.
He struggled to open his eyelids a little, and saw Mr. Shadow in the blurry red vision.
Mr. Shadow held his hand and answered him, "Yeah."
"One hundred and thirty-fifth," said Mr. Shadow. "Flame, you still owe me one hundred and thirty-four paintings."
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