They Regretted it After Their Hearts Turned to Ashes

Luo Chi fell asleep on Mingwei Pavilion's lap.

His breathing was light, even and weak, and his thin, well-defined spine rose and fell slowly, and half of his face was buried in his arms.

Ming Weiting put his arm behind his back and confirmed that the strength was enough, so he continued to pick him up carefully and put him back on the bed to lie down.

"Sir." Ming Lu waited for him to cover Luo Chi, and said at the right time, "The expert group has almost reached a conclusion."

Ming Weiting nodded: "Let's go."

He covered up the last piece of bedding, straightened up and walked to the door, but was stopped by Ming Lu: "Sir, keep your coat."

Ming Weiting stopped, he unbuttoned the button of his suit, handed the jacket to Ming Lu and asked, "Why?"

"It's the habit of people on the shore." Minglu said, "The clothes are still here, which means you will come back."

There is no such problem on board.

No matter how large a cruise ship is, the space is limited. Without considering various emergency measures, anyone's activities will always have a relatively fixed range.

But it's different on land. The land stretches wide, and the roads above it extend in all directions, and there are countless places farther than the distance. Anyone can come, and anyone can leave at any time.

Ming Weiting nodded, remembering this. He watched Minglu hang his coat on the hanger, took a closer look, and put forward the opinion that the position is not conspicuous enough: "It can be placed in a more obvious place."

Ming Lu held the suit and smiled when he heard the words: "Yes."

Ming Weiting said to Luo Chi, see you later, left the ward and went to the consultation office.

He slowly held his hand on the road, and there seemed to be a cool feeling between his knuckles.

Luo Chi's hand was powerless, and it was cold and soft in his palm. Apart from rushing to find something to protect himself, he didn't have any independent activities at all.

Recognizing Luo Chi in the rain that day, he bought Luo Chi's painting and sent Luo Chi to the hotel. Although it was a bit laborious to chat that night, the two of them were very happy.

Although I know now that Luo Chi was not really happy at that time, at least at that time, the smile in those eyes was still pure and bright. He looked at Luo Chi and spoke happily, he looked into Luo Chi's eyes, and remembered the cleanest night sky dotted with stars he had ever seen on the route close to the North Pole.

He didn't notice anything, and he felt relieved when he saw Luo Chi who had regained his vitality.

After settling Luo Chi, he temporarily left the hotel to discuss the business that was not really important. He actually decided to come back.

Luo Chi didn't know about this.

Luo Chi really thought he was leaving, so he stopped him when he reached the door.

Luo Chi stopped him and stared at him seriously. For a moment, he suddenly had a flash of thought. Luo Chi seemed to be very uncomfortable, but Luo Chi was only in a trance for a while, and then slowly rolled his eyes.

Luo Chi rolled his eyes, and then, just like today, he could no longer see if Luo Chi was uncomfortable.

After a few minutes, Luo Chi suddenly regained his previous liveliness, and generously kept stuffing the script into his hands.

Luo Chi shoved the script into his hand, the strength of his right hand was really insufficient, and he dropped the script several times, so he added his left hand and shoved the script into his arms together. Luo Chi's right hand hangs by his side and trembles, as if he had never said or done such a thing, but he bravely raised his eyes to look at him regardless of everything.

Luo Chi looked at him and assured him repeatedly that this script must be quite valuable, maybe even more valuable than the business he was going to negotiate.

It's he's so stupid.

It was he who didn't understand Huo Miao's words. He took the happy Luo Zhi outside as real.

He didn't see the dim fire that had been trapped in the thick fog far away, and because he had almost completely lost the ability to communicate, he had to laboriously, clumsily, and exhausted the last bit of energy and Bravely asked him "stay a little longer, okay".

He should have gone earlier to learn the habits of the people on the shore, and even if he did leave temporarily, he should have left his coat in the room.

In the future, Luo Chi will be alone in the room, and he will never wear a coat again.

At the door of the office, someone was already waiting for Mingwei Pavilion. Seeing him coming, someone immediately greeted him and led him into the door.

The head of the affiliated family was also there, quickly dragging his chair away and letting him sit across from the conference table.

Ming Weiting calmed down and focused on listening to Luo Chi's diagnosis.

"It is indeed a tumor, the location is not very good, but the imaging manifestations tend to be benign, and the prognosis is good if surgical resection."

After a large section of professional terms, the attending doctor gave the answer as clearly as possible: "Mr. Luo's abnormal hearing, dizziness, blurred vision, weakness on one side of the limb, and loss of a large number of memory fragments are all caused by the compression of some brain areas. ."

Ming Weiting listened quietly for a while: "That is to say, after the operation, these abnormalities can be recovered."

Ming Weiting said: "As long as he takes good care of him, he will be as healthy as before."

"That's right." The doctor nodded and explained in detail, "The deafness caused by the compression of the tumor is in one ear. Mr. Luo's weakness in his right hand and right leg can be recovered, and he can also restore the original right-side hearing level."

Luo Chi's left hearing injury was due to an old injury when he was a child. If he was treated in time at the time of the injury, there would actually be no sequelae.

Even for some special reasons, the treatment was delayed until three years later. If targeted remedies can be carried out immediately after being brought back, most of the hearing can be restored, and the tinnitus will not be frequent until now.

The treatment time window for this kind of traumatic deafness is very narrow. Now, if you want to intervene, you can only consider hearing aids or cochlear implants.

"However." The doctor hesitated for a while, "The location of the mass is not good, and memory impairment may occur after surgery, which is probably unavoidable."

Ming Weiting asked: "Don't remember the past?"

"It's very possible... but the skills and life skills that have been mastered will not be affected. These are not in this position." The doctor showed him the scan results. "It is estimated that a lot of memories of people and events in the past will be lost."

Ming Weiting nodded: "Got it."

Seeing his calm reaction, the doctor was also relieved: "It's not necessarily a bad thing."

The reason why several departments need joint consultation is because although this part of the problem is important, it is not the most urgent at all.

Luo Chi's mental state is very poor, and he has already shown obvious signs of stupor. This is not because of the lump in the brain—in other words, Luo Chi has been doing his best to protect himself by himself. It is because of this sudden illness that he was not aware of, so that he finally no longer has enough ability to protect himself. .

If it weren't for the frequent episodes of dizziness and nausea, Luo Chi might not have been stuck in the mall, had to hide in his car, and that car wouldn't have been destroyed.

If it weren't for the fact that his right leg was getting weaker and weaker, and even walking normally would be a problem, when Luo Cheng was blocked in the hotel, Luo Chi could just turn around and leave.

Luo Chi's physical condition should have retained part of the hearing on the left side, so that he could not hear completely. It was the pervasive maliciousness that enveloped him in an airtight manner, and he was no longer able to deal with anything he heard, so he automatically cut off those voices.

...If it wasn't for the inaudibility, Luo Chi would have known that when he just set out the price for the painting, Mr. Shadow had already paid the bill without hesitation.

The disease caused cracks to appear in the armor that has always been strong, and the maliciousness that has never weakened, naturally poured in along this crack.

Those people finally succeeded, Luo Chi was completely swallowed, and involved in the dark sea of ​​ice.

Because they wanted to discuss Luo Chi's mental state, the Department of Psychology obtained a part of the information obtained by the Ming family's investigation, and when they read it, they realized the difficulty of the situation.

"Other problems are not difficult to solve, but Mr. Luo's own condition must be restored first."

The doctor said: "Take care of your body first. At least the indicators meet the surgical standards, you can respond to the outside world, and you have the most basic desire to survive before you can consider surgery."

Mingweiting was silent for a moment: "How long does it take to adjust?"

"No rush, you can take conservative treatment first. If there is a more familiar and relaxing place, you don't have to be hospitalized, but you need to strictly monitor your physical condition and review it every week."

The doctors have already discussed the answer: "Three months to half a year is too late. If the condition is still not good by then, the only option is to force the operation."

Ming Weiting has finished asking what he wants to know, so he doesn't speak anymore.

He flipped through the organized treatment plan page by page until he could see the last page, and then closed the entire plan.

"Sir," said the man beside him, "it's not always a bad thing."

Looking at Ming Weiting's face, he deliberately said, "If it goes well, after he recovers, Mr. Luo's life will be completely new."

"It will go well." Ming Weiting put away the treatment plan, stood up and thanked the doctor, before walking out of the conference room to look at him, "You belong to the Xun family."

Ming Weiting thought for a while: "Xun Zhen?"

The man followed him out the door, and when his name was called, he hurriedly stopped: "Yes."

Ming Weiting lowered his head and looked at the treatment plan again.

He knew what the other party meant. This illness made Luo Chi lose his ability to protect himself and was completely swallowed up by those malicious people, but it was also a mistake, giving everything a chance to start over.

Luo Chi was cured, and he was able to put aside the past completely. You can do everything you want, go wherever you want, be whoever you want to be, and no longer have to be bound by anything.

But the fire didn't need to be bound by anything.

That was the freest soul, and it was supposed to chase the wind in the mountains and play with the moon in the stream. He could have encountered that fire on a comfortable long flight, it must be the most dazzling one in the crowd, and can be seen at a glance anywhere.

He didn't know what a good thing this was, how good it had to be, so that even a single illness or almost losing one's life could be regarded as a rare relief and redemption.

"Your family's specialty is medical treatment." Ming Weiting asked, "Is it authoritative in psychology?"

"Authority, I learned this myself." Xun Zhen said, "We will arrange the most reasonable treatment and counseling process, and we will send the most suitable consultant to chat with Mr. Luo."

Ming Weiting nodded.

These arrangements have been said in the conference room, and Ming Weiting has heard it clearly. What he wants to say is another thing: "I want you to treat another patient."

Xun Zhen was stunned: "Who? Someone related to Mr. Luo?"

"A lunatic." Ming Weiting said neither yes nor no, "I've been crazy for some years."

It is impossible for him to let this person have any relationship with Luo Chi, but if it is about blood, the answer to this question is really obvious.

"Mental disorder, recuperating at home." Ming Weiting said slowly, "Everywhere I say that my son is self-willed, and I lost my sister..."

Xun Zhen reacted instantly: "Mrs. Luo?"

Probably because he realized this matter too quickly, and at the same time as he blurted out, he also noticed that the bottom of Ming Weiting's eyes instantly overflowed with coldness.

Xun Zhen pinched the cold sweat in his palm and lowered his head.

Mrs. Locke was not always ill. When she was still in a good state, in order to ease her heart and relax her mood, Luo Chengxiu would ask that adopted son to accompany her to some less formal gatherings.

... How many people did Mrs. Luo tell about this, and how many times?

How many people know Luo Zhi so well?

Xun Zhen didn't know either, he only knew that his wife had listened to it no less than ten times, and his ears were almost full of calluses.

Once his wife came back, she couldn't help complaining to him.

- What is there to say? Even if a seven-year-old child can do whatever he wants, can he still steal and sell his sister? If you don't take good care of your child and lose your child, shouldn't you be a parent to reflect on?

Dissatisfaction returns to dissatisfaction. After all, this is the Luo family's family matter, and they are not easy to evaluate by outsiders. The wife could only try not to talk to her, and she gradually distanced herself from the nervous Mrs. Luo.

"I've seen her a few times, typical hysterical psychosis, but it shouldn't be that serious."

Xun Zhen said cautiously: "She seems to be... intentionally indulging herself to get sick."

Was Mrs. Luo's spirit normal when she got sick? Naturally, it is impossible to be normal, and it is almost impossible for a normal person to imitate whether it is chaotic behavior or performative manipulative actions.

But is this kind of disease unbearable because of strong stimulation, or is it intentional to let her mind fall into this chaos, and she would rather live in such a muddled, madness to escape some more severe punishment... Only her own heart Clear.

Ming Weiting doesn't care about this: "Can it be cured?"

"It's easy. The duration of a single attack of this disease is not long." Xun Zhen replied quickly, but he couldn't help frowning, "But... Will the Luo family master agree?"

Although it is not difficult to treat, the problem is not originally in the difficulty of treatment.

They are just hospitals. If the Luo family doesn't have the initiative to treat Mrs. Luo, they can't bring people into the Luo family and force them to receive treatment...

"Patriarch Luo?" Ming Weiting seemed to have just remembered this person, "That's right."

Xun Zhen looked at his expression, and there was an inch of chill behind him, and he swallowed dryly.

... He also suddenly remembered that before he came to the hospital, he had heard people say that the Luo family's business seemed to have a serious problem overnight.

The commotion was too big, and even those who were not related to them had vaguely heard that it seemed that the entire ship's cargo, only the container of the Luo family was detained at the port.

The Luo family has been advancing bravely recently. Through the birthday banquet held for their adopted son, they have been connected with several multinational companies and are robbing several major projects.

In the early stage of the project, the money was burned so badly. The Luo family's working capital was back and forth between the main company and several subsidiaries, and the time was accurate to half a day. The money for this item had already been spent in advance, but there was a sudden hole there, and the liquidated damages were soaring every second.

However, the Luo family themselves have become a mess these days, and no one can count on it.

Luo Jun's ability is not weak, and he should have been the most capable right-hand man of the Luo family. These days, I don't know what happened, and I left the company that was beleaguered, and I just kept looking for people to inquire about Luo Zhi.

The film and television company that the adopted son of the Luo family had just acquired was in a state of turmoil, and the little star who became a pillar had no chance of turning around. There was chaos everywhere, and the front desk was piled up with letters from the endorsement companies and crew that were implicated.

The Luo family was so anxious because of this mess, thinking of any way, and calling everywhere all night to ask for help. But the current momentum of the Luo family, the family with ordinary friendship has long been avoided, for fear that it will also be involved in some right and wrong.

The Ren family is now in charge of Ren Chenbai, and this person cannot be found anywhere. Ren's father was originally a son-in-law who came to the house. He just tasted tea and practiced calligraphy every day.

Until two or three o'clock in the middle of the night, some of them still received a call from Luo Chengxiu, but it stopped after that, and the Luo family didn't make any noise.

Time has dragged on to this day, and the liquidated damages there are already a figure that even they would be speechless. Many people couldn't help but discuss in private that even the Luo family would have to sell assets to fill such a bottomless hole.

...they still felt strange when they talked about it this morning.

With such a big incident, could Luo Chengxiu be busy at two or three o'clock and go to bed with his hands spread out?

"He seems to be drinking tea at my house."

Ming Weiting lowered his eyes: "I forgot to ask someone to let him go back."

Xun Zhen froze for a while.

He had seen the Ming family's "drinking tea" battle, and at this time, he finally connected everything, couldn't help lowering his head, and sighed silently in his heart.

If Patriarch Luo can't figure it out, it won't take long for this to continue, and I'm afraid one more patient will be admitted.

"Put it back." Ming Weiting said, "Go and take his wife in front of him."

Ming Weiting thought for a while: "If he wants to protect his wife so much, he can disagree. If he wants that batch of goods, let you take them away."

Xun Zhen shuddered unconsciously: "Yes."

"Tell him, give him half a day to deal with the housework." Ming Weiting looked at his watch, "Come and drink tea in the evening."

Xun Zhen bowed his head in response, took out the phone and arranged them one by one.

After Ming Weiting finished speaking, he didn't stay any longer, turned around and went back to Luo Chi's ward.

…

He really wanted to go back to find Luo Chi soon.

He did something wrong last time, and he shouldn't be talking about that business. This time, although I only had to leave temporarily, I still felt anxious.

Ming Weiting walked quickly back to the front of the ward. He walked outside the hidden door, and when he reached out to open the door, he heard Ming Lu talking to Luo Chi inside.

Not long after Ming Weiting left, Luo Chi woke up.

After waking up, he was alone in the ward, and Mr. Shadow was not there. Luo Chi didn't have any special reaction.

Minglu arranged things to come back and found that Luo Chi was awake, so he helped Luo Chi to sit up, kept talking to him slowly, and showed him the coat left by Ming Weiting.

Luo Chi leaned against a row of soft pillows at the head of the bed, gently bent his eyes, and listened to Ming Lu quietly.

"It's true." Ming Lu looked at him as if he were looking at his grandchildren. He didn't consciously lower his voice, and patiently and slowly made his mouth shape obvious, "Sir will be back in a while."

Minglu took the suit jacket and put the sleeve in Luo Chi's hand: "Touch it, it's true."

Luo Chi's right hand was placed beside him, and when Minglu touched the crisp fabric of his suit, his eyes bent a little, and then his eyelashes fell quietly and slowly.

Those pale fingers could not bear the weight of the cloth and were bent slightly.

Minglu removed the cuff from his fingers, but Luo Chi didn't respond.

Ming Lu stopped talking and slowly put the suit over Luo Chi's body.

The current Luo Chi can't handle this sentence. Luo Chi has no memory related to "really will come back", so he can't trigger any response.

Luo Chi's last memory related to this situation was that he wanted to use a script to leave behind an unknown Mr. Shadow.

It was because he was not brave enough to say that sentence firmly.

That Mr. Shadow guy is nice.

If he spoke his mind well and clearly, Mr. Shadow would stay with him for another five minutes.

Probably triggered by the same scene, Luo Chi suddenly opened his mouth and his throat moved with difficulty.

He seemed to have not used this place for a long time to make his voice, the air blew through, and the burning pain was burning. He didn't know if he had succeeded: "Shadow..."

For the first time, Minglu saw that he had a clear autonomous reaction, so he hurried forward: "What do you want?"

"Shadow." Luo Chi's throat hurt so badly, and his head also hurt, as if something was stirring unscrupulously, and red hot molten iron poured into it, "Shadow, sir."

Luo Chi sat dazedly, he was so tormented by this long-lost severe pain that he broke out in a cold sweat, vaguely aware that someone was coming in, and instinctively suppressed all reactions.

From a very young age, Luo Chi did not let others see him suffer.

Those who care about him are sad because of his discomfort, and those who care about him should not be sad. Those who hate him are happy because of his pain, and he will not make those people happy.

Luo Chi was so numb in pain that he didn't know anything, just slowly rolled his eyes.

Then he saw a shadow in the fog.

The chaotic consciousness suddenly cluttered into a ball in his mind, and the thinking gear that had not been turned for a long time was already rusted and could not move at all, just grinding his nerves back and forth.

He is a little liar, he is not generous, he is not generous, he wants to leave a shadow with a script.

He was so happy, he wanted to be happy for another five minutes, he was not brave enough, if he could do it all over again, he would definitely do the bravest thing.

He would go and hold Mr. Shadow, he would ask him to take a photo with him, he would generously ask him to accompany him for another five minutes, and he would play the guitar for him.

Mr. Shadow grabbed his hand.

...Luo Chi looked at his hand.

His mind couldn't turn at all, and it took him a long time to realize that there was another person's hand in his own hand.

Luo Chi was a little puzzled, he moved his eyes blankly and with difficulty, so that his eyes could focus on the fog a little bit.

Ming Weiting clenched Luo Chi's hand and gently rubbed his hair with the other hand.

Then he saw a pair of unchangingly curved, black and empty eyes, and suddenly a large tear could not stop pouring out.