There are many preparations to be made before surgery, but very little needs to be done by the patient himself.
Luo Chi was admitted to the hospital. Apart from being taken for a series of physical examinations and having a bunch of miscellaneous instrument wires put on, there was nothing else to do except to rest in bed as ordered by the doctor.
Because he was too free, Luo Chi couldn't help but ask Mr. Yingzi to borrow a computer.
The ward was very quiet at this time, and there were not many people in the corridor.
It is a single-person ward, and although there are inevitably humming instruments everywhere and the smell of medicines and disinfectants is obvious, the overall layout is still warm and comfortable enough.
The windows are bright and clean, and the sunlight shines in from outside, giving the room a lazy warmth.
Ming Weiting was taken by Xun Zhen to receive the final preoperative instructions. Luo Chi was sitting alone on the hospital bed playing on the computer. When he looked up, he saw Mr. Shadow's coat hanging on the hanger.
After Luo Chi woke up, he no longer needed to see the coat to know that Mr. Shadow would come back, but Ming Weiting still kept this habit.
Sometimes, because of physical weakness or being too tired, Luo Chi would fall asleep accidentally. When he woke up, he would find that the coat had been covering his body at some point.
Luo Chi likes those coats very much and feels happy when he sees them. He typed on the keyboard with one hand and added this sentence to the letter to himself. After thinking for a while, he added brackets at the end.
brackets.
Details, colon.
Luo Chi recalled attentively while typing skillfully on the keyboard.
After figuring out the possible consequences of the surgery, Luo Chi consulted a doctor and also found an opportunity to search online for information on how to convert short-term memory into long-term memory.
It seems that those who search this question online are all children and parents who are deeply troubled by their studies. Luo Chi watched a lot of videos and even almost couldn't resist the temptation to buy online courses on memory teaching. Finally, he roughly mastered the most basic methods.
He had to repeat everything he wanted to remember as accurately and in as much detail as possible. The more and more vivid the details, the better the effect.
Luo Chi originally only wrote the suit jacket, but after reciting it over and over again, he slowly typed out the words "casual wear".
Luo Chi sat for three minutes, looking at the words "casual wear" on the screen.
He looked at the still blank screen, then lowered his head and looked at his chest.
...Mr. Shadow in casual clothes.
Mr. Shadow, dressed in casual clothes, imitated his movements and tapped his chest gently.
Then had a one-on-one communication with his heart.
Then he spoke on behalf of the heart.
Then Mr. Shadow looked at him, and then his heart beat a little for some reason, and then Mr. Shadow put his hand on his chest.
The fabric of his casual clothes held his shirt in a gentle fold.
……Then.
Luo Chi pressed his chest, took a few slow, deep breaths, and then let out a long sigh with melancholy.
He quietly lifted the quilt a little, temporarily turned down the air conditioner by half a degree, and looked at the thirteen "Ah"s that he had pressed on the screen.
Without a doubt.
Although I don’t know how much memory I will lose, I don’t know whether these long-term memories that have been converted with great difficulty will be preserved or will be completely erased with the subsequent surgery.
I have no idea what's different about this matter, or where the mysterious power of this casual clothing lies.
…
But when he woke up again and saw these thirteen letters, he definitely couldn't understand what he was thinking when he wrote the letter.
This memory was never successfully turned into words.
When the head nurse came to the ward to check and record the instrument data and the intravenous drip, Luo Chi tried to borrow a pencil and a notepad.
Luo Chi originally thought that he would have to give sufficiently convincing reasons and assure himself that he would definitely pay - but things turned out to be smoother than he expected.
Not only did he easily borrow a pen and paper, but the head nurse also smiled and praised him for his cooperation with the treatment, and he also received a reward candy.
Luo Chi had never expected this development. He sat on the hospital bed, holding the candy with his eyes wide open.
"Everything is normal." The head nurse explained, "In this ward, patients with good indicators will be rewarded."
Those who live here are all cancer patients waiting for surgery, and this is not the first time they have received patients with special identities. But this time, the entire nurses' station undoubtedly liked this young man who was very cooperative with the treatment, super polite, didn't talk much but liked to laugh.
The head nurse is almost at retirement age and has a son who is a few years older than her.
Seeing the young man who was clearly in shock, whispering "thank you" and whose ears were quickly turning red, the head nurse felt even softer in her heart: "When will the surgery be done? Will your family be with you?"
Luo Chi blinked slowly, and then his eyes suddenly lit up particularly obviously. He pursed his lips and nodded vigorously.
"Accompanying." Luo Chi hadn't said this in a long time, and he was a little awkward when he spoke, "Someone."
He took a deep breath and spoke clearly with particular pride: "Someone is waiting for me to get better."
The head nurse nodded, smiled and whispered, "Get better."
The head nurse clenched her fist and encouraged him: "Come on."
Luo Chi also clenched his fist: "Come on, come on."
The head nurse smiled even more widely, and couldn't help rubbing his head, and gave him an extra candy as a reward.
She asked about Luo Chi's physical condition with a gentle and patient tone, and specifically praised Luo Chi for his good cooperation with the treatment. He also inserted an IV needle into Luo Chi. His technique was steady and gentle, and it didn't hurt at all.
Luo Chi waved goodbye to the head nurse, peeled the two candies and put them in his mouth. He puffed up both cheeks and hummed a song while concentrating on sketching.
It turns out that being hospitalized is so good.
He wanted to apologize for his previous prejudice against the hospital and wrote about this in the letter.
In the future, you should take care of your health and go to the hospital less often, but you can come to see the head nurse. The head nurse said that when you can walk again, you should remember to come back and tell them.
Now toffee has become the second most delicious.
…
The next two days passed quickly.
Luo Chi got a thick stack of notes. Whenever he had time, he would immerse himself in drawing sketches, and then hide them all in the compartment of his guitar bag.
There were several more letters, some to himself and some to Mr. Shadow.
Those thirteen “ahs” are still in brackets. Luo Chi still couldn't bear to delete it until the end. He decided to treat it as a mystery and let himself explore what was going on bit by bit after the operation.
As for other things... Luo Chi himself didn't expect that his ward would become so lively.
The cause can probably be traced back to a little girl who went to the wrong floor and ward. She was just seven years old and also had something growing in her head and was waiting for surgery in the hospital.
The little girl's parents were so busy and exhausted that they were only concerned with discussing the condition with the doctor, and their child accidentally heard it. The little girl was afraid of surgery and cried loudly. She sneaked out of the ward when the adults weren't paying attention.
Later, the nurse station downstairs received a call, and when the anxious parents hurried upstairs to pick her up, the little girl was lying beside Luo Chi's bed and playing "Drawing and Guessing" with him.
He stopped crying at all. Luo Chi coaxed him into being extremely brave. He jumped into his mother's arms. He raised his little arms proudly and was ready to fight the thing in his head.
Luo Chi was taking chemotherapy drugs, leaning on Mr. Shadow without the strength to move, and led her to chant in a very low voice: "Who will definitely get better!"
"I will definitely get better!"
The little girl shouted very loudly: "Brother will definitely get better!"
The little girl's parents were surprised and distressed, wiping their tears and expressing their gratitude. Luo Chi also smiled and slowly shook his head, thanking the little girl sincerely.
The mother with red eyes carried the little girl back to the bed. Mr. Shadow held Luo Chi's hand, and he slowly made a pinky promise with her soft little hand, while he listened to the little girl saying to him, "Don't change for a hundred years."
…
Luo Chi decided to learn this as well.
On the morning of the surgery, Luo Chi also made a pinky promise with the lucky fan: "Don't change for a hundred years."
His ideal changed very quickly, jumping from the year ninety-three to the year one hundred in just a few days, but the idol in question and the lucky fan apparently didn't see anything wrong with it at all.
Ming Weiting hooked his fingers together, leaned over and gently touched his forehead: "One hundred years unchanged."
Mr. Shadow was still wearing that casual jacket today.
Mr. Shadow didn't sleep last night and kept sitting by the bed watching him.
Mr. Shadow finally finished the handicraft for him, which was a pavilion made of shells, next to his shell boat.
…He really likes Mr. Shadow.
Luo Chi raised his hand to touch Mr. Shadow's eyes.
Ming Weiting was stunned for a moment, and let him touch him without dodging. When he realized that Luo Chi was not strong enough, he lowered his head.
Luo Chi slowly touched his eyelashes, pursed his lips, and whispered, "See you later."
Ming Weiting nodded and followed his example in a gentle voice: "See you later."
Luo Chi has already received the preoperative injection. The drug has a calming and anti-anxiety effect, but this time he didn't feel any discomfort like he did before when he was injected with sedatives. He was just a little reluctant to sleep.
These days, Luo Chi couldn't bear to sleep every night.
He had heard that retelling memory before bedtime was the most effective way to maintain and strengthen the practice. Although he wasn't sure whether what the person selling the course said was true...but every scene from the bonfire party ten years ago was indeed being imprinted more and more clearly.
He saw Aunt Ren. His aunt stood outside the crowd, smiling at him, waving at him, and cheering and applauding him loudly with everyone else. He and his guitar were held tightly in his aunt's arms.
He saw his conch, surrounded by the brightest star lights behind the reef, and a big smiling face painted on the wet sand.
He saw a ship anchored in the night in the harbor.
…
Luo Chi closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then exhaled little by little.
After that, he didn't make a wish for ten years.
According to what is said online, ten years of not making a wish should be enough to accumulate a considerable amount of good luck. He didn't know how much luck he had left - after all, everything these days was too lucky and too much like a dream, he almost thought he was dreaming... so the headache was actually not unbearable at all.
In the completely obvious and real pain, he confirmed the answer to himself over and over again, and it turned out that all of this was true.
Everything that happened was real. It was not a dream, nor was it a near-death hallucination of sinking in the sea.
It was actually quite logical, after all, there was no way he could have imagined such a good illusion on his own.
Luo Chi didn't know how much luck and good fortune he had left, but he decided to use up all his reserves and make one last, completely non-greedy wish.
If he really would forget a lot of things... at least let him remember Aunt Ren and the bonfire burning on the beach.
The bonfire illuminated Aunt Ren, his guitar, the conch behind the reef, and the stars in the sky. He sat by the campfire, his face hot from the flames. When he stood up to get some fresh air, he saw the boat moored by the water.
The ship was moored not far from the shore and he could wade across. Maybe such a sudden visit might be a little presumptuous, but it didn't matter, someone was waiting for him on the boat.
He will remember that there was a man on that ship, carrying all the letters he wrote to him ten years later.
He would read them one by one, recalling the memories he had recited over and over again, and then follow the guidance of the letters to look for other clues he had left behind.
He left himself a lot of clues, which he could analyze slowly one by one.
By that time, he must figure out why his heart beat so fast when Mr. Shadow kissed the heart under his chest.
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