Chapter 463 Isn’t this to help you recover?
A patient who can’t get out of bed, a child who is left unattended, two people who can’t fight with each other find a common language because of the haunted house.
Lying in bed, Gao Ming didn't understand why he blurted out the word "haunted house". The building block house built by the little boy was obviously colorful and looked very beautiful.
The little boy also looked up at Gao Ming for the first time, as if his secret had been discovered, a little flustered and a little curious.
Rubbing his little hands on his clothes, the boy said timidly: "My father and mother lived in a very small rental house when they gave birth to me. Although the place they lived in was not good, they wanted to give it to me. A very warm home, so the name contains the word "house". "Is there a house in my life? So there is a house in my name?" Gao Ming was a little surprised.
"I have answered your question, can you answer mine now?" The little boy seemed to care about fairness and was very polite. He first answered Gao Ming's previous question, and then Dare to ask your doubts: "Can you tell... I'm fighting for those houses where people have died?"
His eyelids twitched, Gao Ming had a wry smile on his face, even God probably couldn't get rid of those houses. Houses and haunted houses can be distinguished among the piles of blocks.
"I don't know why, so I just opened my mouth and said it. Have we met before? Did you talk about something when I was unconscious?" Gao Ming didn't think he could. He got some useful clues from the boy's mouth, but what he didn't expect was that the boy nodded seriously.
"My dad often works overtime. That night, my mom felt very uncomfortable and was worried about me being alone at home, so she took me to the hospital to see a doctor." The little boy's mood gradually became depressed: "I When I was consulting with my mother, I heard a sound downstairs, and then I saw you being pushed into the operating room on a trolley. That was the first time we met. Later, my mother was hospitalized, and I often played alone in the corridor, sometimes too. I will lie next to the window and watch you, guessing when you will wake up.”
"Did you and I enter this hospital on the same day?" In addition to the haunted house, Gao Ming found another thing that A Fang and himself had in common.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!" Calloused fingers gently tapped the open door panel. A middle-aged man appeared at the door of the high-life ward, wearing a light gray shirt outside his white shirt. wearing a thin sweater, holding a drawing board in his hand, with a kind face, and always a faint smile on his face, which seemed to warm people's hearts more than the sun.
"Gaoming, are you awake?" The man looked very happy, and his eyes narrowed unconsciously when he spoke.
"Who are you? Do we know each other?" Gao Ming tried his best to remember, but he had no impression of the man at the door. He looked like an art teacher in school, and he was the kind who only knew how to fish. Related households.
"This should be the first time you have seen me, but little Afang and I see you often." The man was older than Gao Ming. He spoke slowly and had a nice voice: "I live with you. We were hospitalized in the next ward on the same day, but Dr. Xuan gave me a final check-up in the morning and said I could be discharged."
Gao Ming felt something strange in his heart as he stared at the man holding the drawing board. Feeling: "We were also hospitalized on the same day?"
"You were racing against death at the time, of course you didn't know this." The man entered the room with a drawing board: "I came back after completing the discharge procedures, and I heard that I had a crush on you. The female nurse said you were awake, so she wanted to come over and say goodbye. "
"Why were you hospitalized? It seems like you don't have serious injuries?" He was not willing to believe the person in front of him. He seemed to have seen him in a dream, but the memory in the dream was also vague.
"It's because I failed to commit suicide." The man showed a faint smile, and the sun just shone on his face, making him look a little sacred.
Opening his sleeves, the dense number of stab wounds were shocking, but the man didn't care: "Don't be afraid, I have healed now, whether it is a physical injury or a psychological injury. "A Fang quietly retreated to the corner. The child was unwilling to get close to Gao Ming and was a little afraid of the man holding the drawing board.
"Speaking of which, that night was really thrilling. Many people had accidents. Ambulances came and went. The footsteps in the emergency ward never stopped. I heard that the hospital's blood bank was depleted a lot." The man put down his sleeves and stood calmly in the sunshine, looking like a carefree child: "But God bless us, everyone was lucky. The patients sent to the emergency room that night were all rescued. Many people have been discharged from the hospital, and now we are the only two left.”
“Do you remember this?”
“Of course, I was the least injured, and the hospital refused to let me out. I'm afraid that I will continue to hurt myself." The man's tone was as gentle as a spring breeze, but what he said made people feel uncomfortable: "You should be the last one to be discharged from the hospital."
" ?”
“Well.” The man placed the drawing board in his hand on Gaoming’s bedside: “Although you don’t remember me, because we have lived here for a long time, I will still give it to you. I have prepared a gift to congratulate you on your recovery."
Gao Ming turned to look at the drawing board. There was a very abstract painting on the wooden drawing board that had been used for a long time.
There is a birthday cake on a dining table. A young child closes his eyes and makes a wish. Behind him are crowds of various "monsters" with helpless expressions. Most of them maintain human shapes. , and some have nothing to do with people at all.
“What are you drawing?” Gao Ming really didn’t understand.
The man covered his forehead: "Is my painting that bad? This child is you, and it's your birthday."
"What about those behind the table?"
"Your family." The man became interested and patiently explained to Gao Ming: "No one comes to see you even if you are so seriously injured. The doctor said he wants to let you go." When you wake up, it's best to find your family and friends, who will tell you what happened in the past every day and stimulate your brain."
"What does this have to do with the things you drew? No matter what my family says, it's impossible for me to have three mouths on my face, right?" Gao Ming stared at the painting, not knowing whether he was angry or for some other reason, but his mind became more flexible.
"Didn't the doctor say to stimulate the cranial nerves?" The man was a little embarrassed: "I live in the ward next to yours. During the day, the nurse will read you your past experiences. At night, the nurse left, and I couldn't sleep late at night. Sometimes I will tell you about my painful experiences, and occasionally I will read you some ghost stories and strange stories.”
Hearing the man’s words, not only Gao Ming, but also Afang by the wall felt this. The man is seriously ill.
“Isn’t this to help you recover?”
(End of this chapter)