The Actor Wants to Divorce

Feng Jin's tone seemed very brisk: "I contacted a Chinese medicine expert, and he suggested that I try acupuncture..."

Feng Jin turned his head to look at Gu Qingrang, his eyes sparkling, "Last week, his right index finger moved a bit, Gu Ge, I think he will wake up soon."

Gu Qing let a glance at Lin Yan on the bed, and the man younger than him lay quietly there.

The bright sunshine outside the window coated his face with a soft light.

Although he has been lying down for more than a year, he can't move or speak, but his expression doesn't have any pain.

Gu Qing made his heart tighten at this moment.

If Lin Yan was still conscious, what would he think?

Seeing that the scarred Feng Jin was the last person in the world to fight for him, how much regret should he feel?

The more Gu Qing thought about it, the more it felt uncomfortable. After he took two more steps to the bed, he saw that there were many tiny pinholes in Lin Yan's arm.

After lying in bed for too long, Lin Yan's skin showed a heavy pale, almost transparent, which made his blood vessels very obvious, and his arms were two more thinner than Gu Qingrang.

Seeing Gu Qingran staring at Lin Yan, Feng Jin embarrassedly tucked Lin Yan's arm back into the blanket.

Gu Qing asked to raise his eyebrows, "Don't puncture him indiscriminately. What if you make the wrong point?"

Feng Jin was a little bit cramped, "It's not messy, it was all taught by the doctor...I also read a lot of books, and I'm familiar with this."

"is it?"

Feng Jin pressed Gu Qingrang against the bed and sat with his hands on Gu Qingrang's shoulders, pressing down slightly harder: "This is called the Shoulder Ting Point, and it's very comfortable to relax."

Gu Qingrang was like opening up Ren Du's second channel, his comfortable eyes narrowed, and then kicked Jiang Yichen with a scream, "Learn a little!"

Jiang Yichen really rolled up his cuffs, squeezing Feng Jin aside, pressing his palms on Gu Qingrang’s shoulders one by one.

"what!"

Gu Qing made a ghost cry without surprise.

"Jiang Yichen, are you murdering your husband?"

Jiang Yichen held back his laugh, and the corners of his mouth twitched upwards.

Gu Qing was emotional, and both paws threw at Jiang Yichen: "No, Xiao Jiangjiang, you have to smash me..."

Jiang Yichen wasn't stupid, and the two of them got out of the bedroom arrogantly.

Feng Jin smiled ridiculously, but he couldn't laugh anymore.

He couldn't help but glanced at Lin Yan, who was still quiet and motionless. Hearing the noise of Gu Qingrang and Jiang Yichen from the living room, there was a bit of envy in his eyes.

After a while, he sighed and stood up and said, "The weather is good today. You are basking in the sun. If you feel the sun is dazzling, call me." As usual, Feng Jin stood by the bed and waited for several seconds. After confirming that the person on the bed would not give him any response, he closed the bedroom door. Gu Qing let He Jiang Yichen go back after dinner.

Feng Jin packed up the dishes and contacted the nurse.

He was going to a medicinal store in the afternoon, and he was not at home. Although he knew that Lin Yan would have nothing to do if he stayed at home for a day, but he was always worried.

So when he went out, he always contacted a nurse to help take care of Lin Yan.

Feng Jin got into the car and didn't rush to leave, but turned on a monitor on his cell phone.

He installed a monitor in the corner of the bedroom, first to see Lin Yan's situation, and second, to make sure that the caregiver would not abuse Lin Yan after he left.

The fact that Lin Yan was bullied in the nursing home left a lot of psychological shadow on Feng Jin.

Feng Jin was out, and he had to check the surveillance almost every twenty minutes, almost sick.

After getting the medicine, Feng Jin looked at the monitor in the car again. He stared at the content on the monitor for a full minute. When he was about to close it, he suddenly caught a glimpse of Lin Yan's right index finger and curled up slightly.

Feng Jin was taken aback.

Then he grabbed his phone fiercely!

He moved...

Did he move?

He just moved his finger!

Feng Jin's hand almost crushed a small mobile phone, his heart was beating wildly on his left chest, and his blood flowed back into his brain frantically. It was about to burst out of his veins. His eyes were already shocking. red.

He turned off the phone with trembling hands, and then drove the car back frantically. As soon as the car stopped downstairs, he hurriedly staggered down and ran upstairs all the way frantically.

The young nurse girl was taken aback by Feng Jin panting, "Feng..."

Feng Jin gritted his teeth, his shoulders trembled violently, bypassing the assists, and hurriedly entered the bedroom.

Lin Yan was still exactly the same as when he was walking, even the arc of the corner of his mouth did not change a bit.

But Feng Jin knew that something was changing. He could clearly see his fingers moving in the monitoring screen.

He is about to wake up!

The hot water in Feng Jin's heart was boiling, and his eyes were full of red light reflected by bloodshot eyes.

He walked to the bed, pulled away the newly grown hair on Lin Yan's forehead, and pressed his palm against his forehead: "Lin Yan, look at me, I know you are going to wake up."

Lin Yan fell asleep quietly, his pale and weak face resembling a freeze frame in a comic, unchanged.

Feng Jin was breathing fast, his chest was hurt by the rapid heartbeat. He wrapped his hand behind Lin Yan's neck and sat up with his arms around him, "Don't pretend, Lin Yan, don't pretend, I saw your fingers move It's..."

Lin Yan's head fell back weakly, and Feng Jin pressed the back of his head. He immediately leaned against Feng Jin's shoulder, and his head slid down a little bit.

The thin arm dangling in the air, like a puppet, can only be manipulated by others.

Feng Jin's breathing was slightly stagnant, and he had been suppressed for a long time, anger mixed with pressure, and finally broke out in an instant.

He pushed Lin Yan down on the bed fiercely.

Lin Yan's head hit the head of the bed hard, and there was a muffled noise.

The others must be in pain, but he didn't even frown.

Feng Jin was extremely angry, stood up and walked back and forth around the bed, like a violent biting lion, pointing at Lin Yan and trembling, "You...how long will you sleep? How can you sleep so peacefully? Here?"

Feng Jin suddenly knelt on the bed, grabbed Lin Yan by the collar, and lifted his upper body up, "You ruined my whole life, and you made me a lunatic who got sick at any time! You hurt Fu Ranhe Brother Lin Yang broke up! It's all because of you! How can you sleep here with peace of mind!"

Lin Yan's head shook vigorously with him, bumping up and down, and his whole person was like a dilapidated doll.

The nurse stood at the door, his face pale in fright: "Mr. Feng Jin, don't be like this. He is a vegetable. What is your temper with the vegetable? He doesn't know anything..."

Feng Jin's back stiffened suddenly.

"Vegetable..." The anger in his eyes gradually dissipated, becoming confused and hollow, and he muttered and repeated: "Yes, he is a vegetable, he doesn't know anything..."

At the corner of Feng Jin's eyes, big tears suddenly rolled down.

He hugged Lin Yan tightly, pressed his head and buried it in his neck, sobbing in his throat.

After enough venting was enough, Feng Jin let go of Lin Yan and carefully put Lin Yan away.

When pulling the blanket on him, Feng Jin subconsciously rubbed the head he had hit before.

Seeing Feng Jin calm down, the nurse also breathed a sigh of relief silently, and stepped forward to help Feng Jin.

Feng Jin refused her help and let her go back.

After the nurse left, Feng Jin called the doctor.

Tell him about Lin Yan's finger movement.

"Doctor Wang, do you think he is about to wake up?"

Dr. Wang’s tone was flat: “It’s normal for a vegetative person to move fingers and toes. It may be a sign of improvement, or it may just be a normal response to muscle spasms.

Feng Jin seemed to be splashed with cold water, and he couldn't hide his disappointment, "Is it just a normal muscle reaction..."

Dr. Wang comforted him: “As a family member, don’t be too anxious. The most important thing is to wake up his consciousness and talk to him more about the past. If it stimulates him, he might wake up suddenly.”

Feng Jinman said "thank you" in disappointment. hang up the phone.

Feng Jin sat by the bed and stared at Lin Yan for a long time before going to the kitchen to prepare dinner for Lin Yan.

In order for him to maintain the nutrients his body needs, Feng Jin cooks chicken soup for Lin Yan almost every night.

Linyan does not have the ability to chew and swallow, and the food he eats can only be filled with a transparent nasogastric tube from the nose to the stomach.

It seemed that it was only at this time that Lin Yan showed a faintly uncomfortable expression.

Feng Jin sat on the side of the bed, feeding a little bit of inflammation, "I know you don’t like chicken soup, but you can’t eat other things. When you wake up...I...I'll take you to eat something good." ."

Feeding vegetatives is an extremely hard work. When Feng Jin gave Lin Yan a bowl of chicken soup, his back was soaked with sweat.

He touched the sweat on his forehead and ran to open the window for ventilation.

There were bursts of laughter from the children in the garden square downstairs. Feng Jin stared downstairs for a long time before he went to the living room and pushed the wheelchair over and put it beside the bed.

"You haven't seen it for a long time, have you? I'll take you to relax, okay?"

Lin Yan was much taller than Feng Jin. Although he was rapidly losing weight this year, the skeleton was still here. Feng Jin had practiced martial arts, and it took a lot of strength to hug him into a wheelchair.

His two legs hadn't touched the ground for a long time, and the thin ones were a little unnatural. Feng Jin pulled out a blanket from the cabinet and covered him.

He stared at Lin Yan, who was hanging his head, and suddenly smiled, "Do you look at you like Kogoro Moori in Conan? People are sleeping Kogoro, and you are sleeping Lin Yan."

This was a joke that couldn't wait for a response. Feng Jin had a good time for a while before he walked around behind and pushed his wheelchair out.

Feng Jin seldom brought out Lin Yan, and the body of the vegetative was too fragile to get out of bed often.

That is to say, when the weather is good, Feng Jin occasionally takes him out to bask in the sun and blow the wind.

Downstairs, a group of children are playing football.

Feng Jin pushed Lin Yan to a stop under a tree, fixed the wheelchair, and then squatted down, holding Lin Yan's head, and laughed: "Look, it's very lively. When you are better, you can also come here to play... But you should feel naive."

Feng Jin muttered to Lin Yan for a long time, until the phone in his pocket rang.

Feng Jin walked aside to answer the phone. The person who called was from the flower shop. Feng Jin had a membership in the flower shop, and someone would come to give flowers to his home every week.

"Well, I'll be home tomorrow morning. You can bring them directly, um... I still want lilies and sunflowers... Then bring me a bunch of roses, and red roses... Okay, that's troublesome."

When Feng Jin just hung up the phone, he turned his head and he froze.

He saw a football smashed straight at Lin Yan one by one

That speed is too fast, so fast that he can't stop it at all.

The football he watched hit Lin Yan's face heavily, and then fell on his feet grunting.

─A group of children rushed over to grab the ball. Lin Yan's wheelchair was hit hard and it instantly crumbled.

Lin Yan rolled out of the wheelchair one by one.

The author has something to say

Today is a long and thick chapter.

Xiao Yanzi is really pitiful now, the kind that everyone can bully.

But it doesn't matter, he will be even more pitiful when he wakes up.

Continue to make an appointment tomorrow