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I lay in bed, tears slipping in the corner of my eyes.

I was about to get up, but my father shouted, "Let me lie down quietly, I have asked for half a month's leave. I have already said that at your school, I will take care of you for this half month. And your mother's funeral Just do it recently, you are not allowed to cry secretly. "

I wanted to raise my head, but my father pressed his hand to the pillow.

"What do you want to do? What if you fall around and fall? Or do you want to see your mother's bed and cry with joy? Can you cry now with this injury? Hold me back, are you still my son? Can't bear it? It's not your mother ... gone ... "Dad said that he couldn't control his emotions here, and cried and turned his head to cover his face with his hands.

I know, dad is crying.

I didn't dare to move anymore. The doctor's advice was not to use too many expressions to prevent the wound from cracking.

Dad was silent for a moment and said, "You are waiting here, I will deal with some things. I will come over at dinner and bring you meals."

Before I could answer, my father walked out of the ward.

I looked at the ceiling and my mind was chaotic.

Yesterday my left eye was still very painful and I felt no more when I woke up this morning.

I reached over and touched the gauze on the wound, and I felt no pain at all.

This made me curious to grab the gauze and wanted to remove it, but remembered the doctor's instructions yesterday.

The doctor said that the stitches can only be removed after at least a week and will definitely leave scars.

As for the obvious degree of scars, it depends on these seven days, so try not to remove the gauze except for dressing changes. Eat light, avoid oil and spicy.

I lowered my hand and stared at the ceiling in a daze.

A cat meow lingered in my ear.

I turned my head slightly and looked around to find nothing.

When I turned back to my head again.

The cat barked again.

I can hear the sound, this is the call of the fat cat Oscar.

And there are few cats in the hospital except Oscar.

I said to the grandpa next door: "I'm sorry, did you hear the cat?"

Grandpa reacted and looked at me and said, "What are you talking about?"

"Sorry, did you hear the cat meow?" I said a little more.

"Cat? I'm old, I can't hear my ears." The grandpa said.

The little **** the opposite bed stood up and said, "It seems that I heard a meow."

I gritted my teeth, so it was indeed the voice of the fat cat Oscar.

It should be nearby at this moment.

"What's your name, little sister?" I said.

"Ino." The little girl said with a smile.

The room was quiet, and the door of the ward was gently flapped.

I said to the little girl next to the table: "Ino, what seems to be outside the door. Can you help me open the door? See what's there?"

The little girl nodded her head and said, "Okay one-eyed dragon brother, I'll open the door."

The little girl got up slowly and opened the door.

I said, "What is it?"

The little girl said lightly: "Cat, cat came in."

I subconsciously straightened up.

Take a look at the grandfather on the bed next to him. At this time, the grandfather's face is not bad. Looking at the TV on the wall, he laughed.

I watched the little girl again and said, "Ino, what's wrong with you?"

The little girl looked at me and said, "Asthma, rest for a month."

At this point I looked at the fourth person in the room, the last person. It was a woman lying on the bed, covered with a quilt.

"Sorry, what's wrong with you, auntie." I asked helplessly.

"You are sick. I have been pregnant for nine months. You can't see it. There are no more beds. It's here." The woman said.

It was only then that I discovered that the woman's abdomen was covered with a quilt.

For a moment, the fat cat Oscar appeared in my field of vision, and a few limping climbed into my bed.

Then he yelled at me and nestled in the corner of my bed sheet.

. . .

The three people present looked at me, and I looked at the fat cat Oscar.

"Is this the cat who can only predict death? I understand why you asked me what's wrong," the woman said.

Grandpa looked at him with a sigh and said, "Boy, I didn't expect you to be one step ahead of me."

"Brother One-eyed Dragon, what is a death cat?" Said the little girl as she walked slowly, curiously reaching out to touch the fat cat Oscar nestled in the corner of the bed.

And my head was blank at the moment, and the subconsciously stopped the little girl's hand and said, "Ino, don't touch it. It's very fierce, it's my eyes that it is scratching."

The little girl withdrew her hand and stepped back.

And my brain is full of me dying? Can't survive tonight?

How can I die? Inevitably it is wound infection.

I touched the gauze in my left eye and got off the bed.

He said to the woman, "Auntie, this cat will catch people. Don't let the little girl touch the cat."

The woman nodded her head and said, "I see, where are you going?"

I said helplessly: "Go to the doctor and find out why I am dying tonight."

I walked out of the ward, being careful in almost every step.

I'm afraid I will encounter any unexpected death.

I came to the duty room of the doctor who treated me, and he is also at work today.

The doctor has just seen a patient, and there are three waiting.

I plugged in and said, "Oscar just got into my bed and is still nestled in my bed."

"Which cat?" The doctor said puzzled, letting go of the case at hand.

I nodded my head and said, "That's the cat. Could I be infected? Can't I live tonight?"

The doctor beckoned to me and said, "Everybody wait, come over and let me take a closer look."

I walked over and the doctor took off my gauze.

The doctor looked at me for a long time and said: "The wounds are almost healed, it doesn't seem to be a problem. You also hit the rabies nursery, saying that you will die tonight. Isn't it you caught it Have you been persecuted? "

"I might be wrong, but won't the other four people in the ward?" I said.

"You take me to see. Let's go to the other doctor's room to line up for the examination. Sorry, let you line up in vain." The doctor said to other patients to keep up with me.

I took the doctor from the clinic to the inpatient area and came to the ward where I was.

At this time, the fat cat Oscar was still lying on my bed.

The doctor took a deep breath and said, "This is the first time I have seen it. The original rumor is true."

"Doctor, do you mean that I will really die?" I said anxiously.

The doctor stepped forward and poked the fat cat Oscar with his hand.

But it was motionless.

The doctor turned it over slowly, but found that the fat cat Oscar seemed dead.

The doctor put his stethoscope on his ear and pointed it at the stomach of the cat. After listening for a moment, "I am not a veterinarian, but the cat seems to be dead. Then you go to the corner of the hospital and a pet hospital calls the vet."

I nodded my head and just wanted to run out.

The doctor shouted again: "Wait, let me go with you. You don't know if you have money, and the veterinarian doesn't necessarily invite you."

The doctor said that he picked up the fat cat Oscar and ran out.

Fifteen minutes later, the pet hospital on the corner of the hospital.

The vet checked for a moment and said, "Dead."

The doctor asked: "What is the cause of death?"

The veterinarian sighed and said, "This cat says it's a teenager and it's a normal death. That's what you call old death. We have a pet funeral home here."

The doctor smiled and said, "No, there is a morgue in my hospital."

The veterinarian smiled and said, "Is this a peer to grab business?"

"This cat has been in our hospital for several years because some people like it and some hate it for predicting death. If you give it to the hospital for treatment, you will be accounted for it." The doctor said with a smile.

"This is the death cat?" The vet looked at and said.

. . .

For a while, the doctor paid the consultation fee and picked up the fat cat Oscar and went out.

And I followed behind.

"Doctor, will I die tonight?" I said.

"Look at it, this is just a rumor after all." The doctor said with a smile.

"But I saw it successfully predicted two people, one of them was my mother." I said.

"Sorrow, people can't be so superstitious. Your wound is okay, I can guarantee this," the doctor said.

. . . . . .

The doctor took the cat to the hospital morgue.

And when I returned to the ward, the whole person was blinded.

Women and grandpa asked me about Oscar.

I spoke out in fifteen and ten, and they stopped asking.

At night Dad came with dinner, I didn't talk about Oscar.

Dad went home after dinner, and I tightened this nerve on the bed.

The night was getting dark, and I couldn't sleep at all.

Until the time came to twelve o'clock, and then more than twelve o'clock.

Closer, a little more.

It was followed by two, three and four.

Until five o'clock the next day, I saw morning light through the gap in the curtains.

My tight nerves were relaxed, and I fell asleep.

It was noon when I woke up, and things just passed.

But I don't know when to start. The news that the dead cat died on my bed actually spread throughout the hospital.

The fat cat Oscar was buried in the hospital scenery, and some reporters came here to interview. When interviewing me, I chose to avoid it.

The news reports of Oscar the Cat, the Grim Reaper, appeared in the newspapers and in the news.

Six days later, the stitches were removed, leaving only a small scar on the left eye.

The left eye is much redder than the right eye, and the things are a little blurry.

I explained the situation to the doctor.

The doctor said with a smile: "It's normal to have a slight redness and blur for seven days. It will be fine in a few days, and it must have not hurt the eyes."

But after a few days the blur did not improve, and I found something else.

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