Two hours later, some people's body temperature was still not normal because of this sentence.
The head nurse came to check the patient's postoperative condition. All the data were very good, except for the thermometer's reading: "Is it a slight fever?"
Ming blinked his eyes hotly and secretly stuffed candy into the hands of the head nurse.
The head nurse was well-informed. She glanced at the family member standing at the door of the ward and immediately understood: "Someone you like, right?"
Mingchi's body temperature jumped up another small level.
The head nurse took the candy with a smile, and took out some candy to exchange with him: "Keep it a secret."
The head nurse was quite experienced in dealing with this situation. She used a folder to fan Mingchi to cool him down, and then talked to him about his condition and rehabilitation for a while. After taking the temperature again, it finally met the standard: "There is no problem at all."
It is said that the door of the operating room has heard more prayers than the door of the church - in fact, not only prayers, but also confessions and confessions.
Many times, it is difficult for people to be completely sharp and clear. Suddenly, fate has pushed me to this point, and I'm caught off guard at this crossroads of life and death. Many of my thoughts will change, and many things that I couldn't say for various reasons will be said.
No matter when, no matter how long I have worked here, I will still feel sincerely relieved and happy when I see this situation.
"You will have a headache and dizziness when the drainage tube is removed tomorrow," the head nurse told him. "Tell me if you feel any discomfort. The more detailed you are, the faster you will get better."
Mingchi wrote it all down attentively and thanked the head nurse earnestly.
The head nurse said seriously: "The sooner you get better, the sooner you can go home with the one you love."
Ming Chi's temperature failed to meet the standard again. This time, even the head nurse couldn't help laughing and patted him lightly through the quilt: "Do you like him so much?"
All surgeries on this floor went smoothly today, and the follow-up procedures were also quite easy. Mingchi's ward was at the end of the corridor. He was the last patient to be cared for and examined, and there was no other important work to do.
The head nurse was packing up the cart while chatting with him casually: "Where did you meet?"
Ming Chi hadn't thought about this question yet, and blinked slowly: "I don't know."
The head nurse was a little surprised: "How long have you known each other?"
Ming Chi admitted quietly: "I don't know."
The head nurse was stunned for a moment, then suddenly reacted and stopped herself from saying anything else in time.
The location of the intracranial lesions is different, and the postoperative period may indeed affect memory, but the patient in this bed had such normal reactions and performances that the head nurse didn't even notice anything unusual about him.
Dean Xun did not give any specific instructions, meaning he would not provide any special care and wanted the patients to adapt on their own. But such a well-behaved young man, who gets along well with people outside, it's really a pity no matter how you look at it.
The head nurse patted herself and said, "You are just bringing up something that is not relevant to the topic."
"It's okay." Ming Chi was very calm, bending his knees and resting his arm on his chin, "I was thinking about this too."
The head nurse tried to ask, "What's the matter?"
"I don't remember where we met, how long we've known each other, or anything." Ming Chi's expression was quite serious. "Is this emotion generated by my current brain, or is it my old brain that told me to remember it?"
The head nurse is afraid of this.
This ward has also witnessed too many other situations.
There are too many damaged memories, and even the most familiar people may be completely forgotten. Their temperaments and mindsets may change, and in the end, only strangeness and regret are left.
No one can be blamed for this situation. No matter how many regrets there are, we can only say that it is fate that plays tricks on us.
The head nurse was sweating and asked him quietly, "Have you figured out the answer?"
Mingchi suddenly lost his seriousness and composure.
The hot young man raised his hand and fanned himself quickly, pointing at the informant thermometer who had obviously become a traitor.
The head nurse was stunned for a few seconds and laughed so hard that she couldn't straighten her back.
…
After the physical examination, Mingchi waved goodbye to the head nurse and was reminded by the nurse to come back and report the good news when he could walk again, thus adding another promise to his promise.
I must bring back my husband who gets hot as soon as I think about it.
When the time comes, if you still feel hot just thinking about it, you have to bring a big box of candy to the nurses' station.
Ming Chi was of course willing to bring candy to the nurses' station, but he didn't know how the two things were related, so he found an opportunity to quietly ask Uncle Lu: "Did you miss some common sense that you haven't remembered yet?"
Minglu accompanied the young master to the bedside and whispered quietly in front of the master. After listening to his detailed description, he smiled no less than the head nurse: "Don't worry."
"It's common sense that you will learn only after a long time. There's no rush now."
Manager Ming whispered to him, "You will also learn a lot of other things, such as cake styles, location selection, different cultural traditions, music and clothing knowledge..."
When Minglu said this, he remembered that he was allergic to egg whites, and added: "Make a cake without eggs."
Ming Chi was increasingly surprised to learn that a box of candy could lead to so many things, and he opened his eyes wide in shock.
Minglu knew that these things were still too far away and uncertain. He just thought about the previous generation's gentlemen and ladies often these days, and couldn't help but say a little more, but he always smiled and stopped there.
Seeing Ming Weiting coming with the food box, Ming Lu stood up and gave up his seat beside the bed.
Patient meals are inevitably light, but Minglu still asked Xun Zhen to find out what foods to avoid after surgery and what nutrients are suitable for supplementing, and asked the kitchen to try to make them as appetizing as possible.
The effect obviously looks good. Mingchi had fasted for eight hours before the operation, and has been only on drip nutrient solution since the operation. Just smelling the fragrance, his eyes quickly brightened up.
Ming Weiting helped him set up the small table. Seeing his eyes light up, he smiled as well: "Eat with your right hand?"
Mingchi had been quietly training his right hand for the whole morning, so of course he wanted to give it a try, and he took the spoon on his own initiative.
Ming Weiting sat beside the bed, held his hand, and helped him hold the spoon steadily little by little.
The rehabilitation that I had not slackened during these days showed results immediately after the operation.
This hand is no longer troubled by numbness and weakness, and it will not shake even if it holds something tightly. As long as he continued to practice, it was almost foreseeable that it wouldn't take too long to fully recover his original strength and agility.
In order to control his left hand from being unable to help, he simply handed his left hand directly to Mr. Shadow and asked Mr. Shadow to help hold it tightly.
Mr. Shadow sat on the right side of the bed and put his arm behind him, holding his left hand, so that they were closer than they had ever been before.
Mingchi knows his own situation.
He rarely gets too close to people, not because he's afraid that they might hurt him, but because he's worried that he might accidentally hurt someone - he still remembers the source of this problem.
If you try to recall it, you can remember some of the original circumstances. It’s just that I was too young at the time and it’s been too long, so it’s not so clear anymore.
Besides, he didn't intend to think about it deliberately. The past didn't seem to be something he needed to figure out thoroughly.
He just suddenly remembered the conversation with the head nurse from here. Mingchi slowly put the spoonful of porridge into his mouth, tasted it carefully, chewed it, and swallowed it before speaking: "Mr. Shadow."
The arm around his back moved slightly. He turned his head and saw Ming Weiting open his eyes immediately.
Ming Chi put aside what he was about to say, looked at him seriously for a while, changed to another unused spoon, scooped a shrimp dumpling and handed it to him: "It's time to rest."
"No hurry." Ming Weiting said, "I just wanted to sleep."
Ming Weiting lowered his eyes and looked at the shrimp dumpling that was steadily delivered to him. He seemed to remember something and smiled and thanked him in a gentle voice: "I lay down for a while, but couldn't fall asleep."
Ming Weiting took the spoon, ate the shrimp dumplings, picked up a piece of coconut milk cake with chopsticks, and handed it to Mingchi's right hand.
Before Ming Chi could ask "why", Ming Weiting sighed and pressed his eyebrows: "Some people."
Ming Chi noticed that he was learning his habits, and his ears felt a little hot again: "...some people?"
"I was so happy to hear that I could be taken home that I couldn't sleep." Ming Weiting admitted, "I got up and looked at the recipe for an hour, learning how to make bread."
Ming Chi opened his eyes wide in surprise. Seeing Uncle Lu nodding with a smile, he wanted to turn his head to look at Mr. Shadow again, but a hand pressed lightly on the back of his neck: "Concentrate on eating."
Mingchi's shoulders and neck had been supporting his head for a long time. After being rubbed twice by warm and powerful hands, his body felt so comfortable that he couldn't help but sigh softly before his consciousness could react.
The hand was about to raise itself, but when it sensed his reaction, it dropped back and continued to slowly massage the sore area with the same force as before.
Ming Chi held the chopsticks tightly and concentrated on eating the coconut milk cake that was poked on it: "Mr. Shadow."
Ming Weiting massaged his shoulders and neck for a while, then took the hot sticker from Uncle Lu, tore off the adhesive backing with one hand and pasted it on him: "What's wrong?"
"I was wondering." Ming Chi thought for a while, "When we first met, did you have a very hard time?"
The body's subconscious reactions are difficult to control. Even when his aunt was trying to cure him of this problem, she would grab him and rub him hard as soon as she saw him. It took her a whole week to get him used to it.
…
Mingchi did not directly answer the head nurse's question, but the answer was actually very clear.
All impressions of the other party indeed vanished from his mind. But apart from his brain, every part of his body seemed to remember it clearly.
When his eyes saw Mr. Shadow, he didn't want to move away. His body did not resist Mr. Shadow's touch at all, and his hand ran over to Mr. Shadow to hold his.
He just couldn't help but wonder for a moment where these habits came from, and the thermometer actually dared to say that he had a low fever.
"It's not hard." Ming Weiting asked, "Why do you think so?"
Ming Chi was a little worried: "Mr. Shadow, have I ever hurt you?"
He once accidentally hurt his aunt. He was only ten years old at that time. He had just been brought home by his aunt. He felt like the sky had fallen and almost packed up his bag and left forever.
Ming Weiting shook his head, remembering that he was sitting behind him, and said, "Never."
Ming Chi immediately breathed a sigh of relief: "It seems that I have grown up."
Ming Weiting leaned against the bed and looked at him, thinking of the heated debate about Huo Miao's age in recent days, with a smile in his eyes: "Are you in such a hurry to grow up?"
"It's urgent." Ming Chi said, "I want to grow up to be a very cool and powerful adult."
Ming Weiting wanted to say that he was already very cool and powerful, but he also felt that this would still limit him.
There is no doubt that Mingchi will be cooler and more powerful than it is now - this is certain to happen, so this ideal should always be cherished and preserved.
Ming Weiting still held his left hand and moved his body slightly so that he could look at Ming Chi from the side.
Mingchi scooped the porridge himself, his right hand moving slowly and steadily, his expression extremely serious.
Every time this happened, his eyes would reveal a focus that seemed as if no matter how many times he failed or tried again, he would never get discouraged or tired.
The weather was also very good in the afternoon. The sunlight came in from the window and shone on the person next to Ming Weiting... The sunlight might be the same color as the wheat.
Mingchi sat beside him, with his eyelashes drooping, concentrating on practicing his right hand. The tips of her eyelashes seemed to have been turned golden by the warm sunshine, and her forehead and brows, which had been pale all these days, now showed a bit of healthy warmth because they were no longer troubled by pain.
Ming Weiting didn't like sunny days yesterday.
He sat at the door of the operating room. The dazzling sunlight made his vision only bright white.
He originally had no feeling about the weather; rain or shine was just a natural phenomenon. Because of the man in front of him, he began to like rainy days. For the first time, he felt that sunny days were annoying.
This was the first time Ming Weiting had this experience. He was only a few years old when his mother passed away, and his father died in a shipwreck. The bad news came before the ship, leaving him no chance to react, let alone wait.
As he waited, he gradually began to understand one thing.
He wanted the people in the operating room to be alive, as flames, as incandescent lights, or as anything else. If he wants to be a captain, he can be a captain. If he wants to travel on shore for more than ten years, he can travel on shore for more than ten years. In fact, he is not used to being on shore and can't sleep well, but he can go ashore. He can go ashore for seven days every week.
He wants this person to be alive, wants this person to be happy, and wants this person to smile as soon as he opens his eyes.
If the price of achieving this result is that he has to be completely forgotten, then he will be completely forgotten. If the price is not being able to see Ming Chi and not stimulating the other person's emotions and brain, then don't meet. All plans can be modified and adjusted, and he can always watch from the boat.
…Fortunately, these most drastic assumptions did not become reality.
The fire was cooler and more powerful than he had imagined, and it could make any wish come true.
Ming Weiting fell in love with sunny days today, and also fell in love with shrimp dumplings today. I don’t know if shrimp dumplings are more difficult to make than bread. If they are similar, he may have to spend more time at the Sea View Villa.
…
But before he started thinking about these things, he had something else to tell the other party.
Ming Weiting regained his composure.
Affected by his illness, Mingchi actually has a very small appetite. Although his eyes light up every time he eats, he can’t eat much.
This time he felt relaxed both physically and mentally, and his appetite was great. He only drank half a bowl of porridge, ate a whole piece of coconut milk cake and a shrimp dumpling, and then he couldn't eat any more. He sighed at the remaining food.
Minglu smiled and comforted him that it was okay, and that he would ask his master to treat him to a big meal when he got better. He packed up the food boxes and put the small table down.
Ming Chi rinsed his mouth carefully with some water. When he looked up, he found that Mr. Shadow was still looking at him: "Mr. Shadow?"
"Flame." Ming Weiting said, "There is something I haven't explained to you completely."
He sat down and said, "Before the operation, I asked you to sleep with me at night. I told you that it was because I wanted to take care of you more conveniently."
Ming Chi blinked. His ears turned red at the words "sleep together at night", but he immediately calmed down: "That makes sense."
He is already in such an inconvenience now, it must have been even more inconvenient before the operation. Uncle Lu also said that he always had headaches and really couldn't live without someone by his side.
Perhaps because he was sure that he was getting better, his mentality changed, and he was less worried about causing trouble - the head nurse said that he would be able to start practicing walking slowly in two days, and would be discharged from the hospital in ten days, and then he would just have to go home to recuperate and do rehabilitation.
Everything has a rule to follow, and with an accurate time scale, everything becomes an extremely clear expectation.
"Another... three days, five days at most." Ming Chi pondered for a while and gave himself a little leeway. "Five days at most, I can take care of myself."
Ming Weiting shook his head: "Five days is not enough."
"I'm not good enough." He admitted frankly without waiting for Ming Chi to ask, "I can't sleep well on the shore."
Mingchi's expression immediately became serious and he looked at him seriously.
"What's going on?" Ming Chi held his hand, "Let's find a solution together."
Minglu, who was standing nearby, laughed when he heard this and took over the conversation to help explain: "There's no better way. If you stay on the boat for too long, you'll get dizzy on land."
Ming Chi was a little surprised: "Can you get dizzy on land?"
"Same principle. The balance system will adapt to the environment it is more often in, and it will not be used to the changed environment." Minglu tapped his ear, "Sir, you don't like this feeling, so you don't get off the boat often."
Minglu was brought on board when he was a teenager, and later he often went off the ship to do business, so he didn't have any special feelings. At most, the voyage was too long, and I felt a little dizzy for a few hours after getting off the ship.
But Ming Weiting had been on a boat since he was born, and had adapted to the boat's balance system since he could remember, so he had always disliked getting off the boat and going ashore. Later, when he became a gentleman of the Ming family's generation, he would occasionally go ashore to discuss business and do some things.
Find some people.
"I later thought about why I suddenly mentioned this to you that day. It wasn't just because I wanted to take care of you."
Ming Weiting said: "I feel accustomed to being on the boat because that kind of environment is more stable for me and makes me feel more at ease."
"Then let's go to the boat for rehabilitation." Ming Chi made up his mind immediately. He was not sure whether it would be easier to fall while rehabilitating on the boat. He took the computer and wanted to check it, but Ming Weiting gently held his arm.
"It's better to be on land. Flame, I'm not telling you this."
Ming Weiting looked at him and said, "I told you this just to tell you how cool and awesome you are from my perspective."
Ming Chi was slightly startled and looked at him with wide eyes.
"That night, you were not in a good state, and I was actually very uneasy. I had some nightmares." Ming Weiting said, "I woke up from the dream and found that you were calling me."
…It’s actually hard to describe that feeling.
There was a heavy rainstorm that night, with thunder and lightning. Perhaps he dreamed about whatever he thought about during the day. He had been reading information about the possible risks and complications of brain surgery those days, so his dreams were not very good.
Then he was awakened by a slight touch, and he reflexively asked the other person if he felt any discomfort, but the eyes just widened slightly and looked at him, then quietly curved after a moment.
"It's very uncomfortable, Mr. Shadow." He heard the person next to him whisper, "It hurts, it's very uncomfortable, it's hard to breathe... I'm telling you the truth."
"I'm telling you the truth." Those eyes told him very seriously, "So when I tell you I'm fine, don't worry about me."
This should not have been a reassuring conversation at all, and in fact the situation in the second half of the night was indeed not very stable - but it was not until the next day that he truly realized what these words meant.
He stood in the room, looking at the person who closed his eyes comfortably, leaned on the lounge chair on the balcony and took deep breaths, and suddenly realized that he was really not worried anymore.
"I just wanted to tell you." Ming Weiting said, "I suddenly realized that day that you have this ability."
The environment on the ship will be more stable and make him feel more at ease.
He came out of the room, walked to the terrace, sat on the lounge chair, learned to relax his body, and turned his head to see the bright smile in his eyes.
Ming Weiting looked him in the eye: "I found a boat on the shore."
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