They Regretted it After Their Hearts Turned to Ashes

Two hours later, some people's body temperature was not very normal because of this sentence.

The head nurse came to check the patient's postoperative condition. All the data were very good, but the thermometer still couldn't display: "Is it a little low-grade fever?"

Ming Chi hotly blinked his eyes and quietly stuffed the head nurse aunt with candy.

The head nurse was well-informed, glanced at the family members guarding the door of the ward, and immediately understood: "The one you like?"

Ming Chi's body temperature jumped up a little again.

The head nurse smiled and took the candy, then took out the toffee to exchange with him: "Keep it a secret."

The head nurse was quite proficient in dealing with this situation, fanning the wind to help Mingchi cool down, and led him to chat about his condition and recovery for a while. The temperature was measured again and finally reached the standard: "There is no problem at all."

There is a saying that the door to the operating room has heard more prayers than the church — not just prayers, but candor and confessions.

A lot of the time, it's hard for people to be completely sharp and clear. Suddenly being pushed to this step by fate, I was caught off guard and walked around the threshold of life and death, and many thoughts changed, and many things that could not be said for various reasons would be said.

No matter when, no matter how long you have worked here, you will still feel relieved and happy to see this situation again.

"When you pull out the drainage tube tomorrow, you may have a headache and dizziness." The head nurse instructed him, "If you feel any discomfort, you must tell me. The more detailed you are, the faster you will get better."

Mingchi wrote it down attentively, and thanked the head nurse earnestly.

The head nurse was serious: "The sooner you get better, the sooner you can go home with the person you like."

Mingchi's body temperature really failed for another second. This time, even the head nurse couldn't help laughing, and patted him lightly through the quilt: "Do you like it so much?"

Today's patients on this floor have all undergone smooth operations, and the follow-up procedures are also quite easy. Ming Chi's ward is at the end of the corridor, and it is the last patient to be checked and checked, and there is no more important work after that.

While packing the cart, the head nurse casually chatted with him: "Where did you meet?"

Mingchi hadn't thought about this question, so he slowly blinked his eyes: "I don't know."

The head nurse was a little surprised: "How long have you known each other?"

Mingchi admitted in a low voice, "I don't know."

The head nurse was stunned for a moment, then suddenly reacted and stopped the following words in time.

The location of the intracranial lesions is different, and the postoperative memory may indeed be affected, but the patient's response and performance in this bed are so normal that the head nurse actually didn't notice anything unusual in him.

Dean Xun did not specifically instruct him, but he did not prepare special care and wanted the patients to adapt themselves. But such a well-behaved young man has a good relationship with people outside, no matter what, it's a pity.

The head nurse patted herself: "Which pot can't be opened and lifted."

"It doesn't matter." Mingchi was very calm, bending his knees and pressing his arms against his chin, "I'm thinking about this too."

The head nurse tried to ask, "What's the matter?"

"I don't remember where I met, how long I met, and I don't remember anything." Ming Chi's expression was very serious, "This emotion is generated by my current brain, or it was told by my previous brain to write it down. "

The head nurse is afraid of this.

This ward has also witnessed too many other situations.

There are too many damaged memories, and people who are familiar with them may be forgotten, their temperament changes and their mentality are very different. In the end, only strangeness and regrets remain.

No one can be blamed for this situation, and no matter how much regret, it can only be said that fate made people.

The head nurse pinched her sweat and asked him quietly, "Have you come up with an answer?"

Ming Chi was not serious and calm in an instant.

The hot young man raised his hand and fanned himself quickly, pointing to the whistleblower thermometer who was obviously a traitor.

The head nurse was stunned for a few seconds, unable to straighten her back with laughter.

…

At the end of the physical examination, Ming Chi waved goodbye to the head nurse, and was reminded by the other party that he must come back to announce the good news when he was able to walk again, and added another agreement.

Be sure to come back with Mr. who is hot just thinking about it.

When the time comes, if it gets hot just thinking about it, you'll have to bring a big box of candy to the nurse's station.

Of course Mingchi was willing to bring candy to the nurse station, but he didn't know what the relationship between these two matters was, so he took the opportunity to ask Uncle Lu quietly, "Did he lose some common sense and haven't remembered it yet?"

In front of the husband, Ming Lu accompanies the young master to whisper beside the hospital bed, and after listening to his detailed description, his smile is no less than that of the head nurse: "Don't worry."

"It's common sense that will probably be learned in a long time, so don't rush it now."

Director Ming taught him in a low voice: "We will also know many other things together, such as the style of the cake, the choice of location, the knowledge of different cultural traditions, music and clothing..."

When Minglu said this, remembering that he was allergic to egg whites, he added: "Make cakes without eggs."

A box of candy can lead to so many doorways, Ming Chi became more and more surprised when he heard it, and his eyes widened in shock.

Minglu knew that these things were too far away and uncertain. He just thinks of the husband and wife of the previous generation a lot these days, so he can't help but say more, but he also smiles and stops.

Seeing Mingwei Pavilion coming with a food box, Ming Lu stood up and moved away from the bed.

It is inevitable that the sick meal should be light, but Minglu still went to ask Xun Zhen, figured out the taboos and nutrition suitable for supplementation after surgery, and asked the kitchen to find a way to make it as appetizing as possible.

The effect looks obviously good. Ming Chi had fasted for eight hours before the operation, and until now after the operation, he was only hanging the nutrient solution. Just smelling the fragrance, his eyes lit up quickly.

Ming Weiting helped him to set up the small table, and when he saw his eyes bright, he also showed a smile: "Eat with your right hand?"

Mingchi has been quietly exercising his right hand all morning. Of course, he wanted to give it a try, so he took the initiative to take the spoon.

Ming Weiting sat on the edge of the bed, held his hand, and helped him hold the spoon little by little.

Rehabilitation, which has not been slack in these days, showed immediate results after the operation.

The hand is no longer troubled by numbness and weakness, and it doesn't shake even when gripping things hard. As long as you continue to practice, it is almost foreseeable that it will not be long before you can fully restore your original strength and dexterity.

In order to control his left hand and not help him, he simply gave his left hand to Mr. Shadow and asked Mr. Shadow to help hold it firmly.

Mr. Shadow sat on the right side of the bed, with his arms behind him, holding his left hand, they were both closer than before.

Ming Chi knew his own situation.

He rarely gets too close to people, not because he is afraid that others will hurt him, but because he is afraid that he will accidentally hurt others - he still remembers the source of this problem.

If you go to recall it specially, you can also recall some of the original situation. It's just that I was too young at the time and it's been too long, so it's not so clear.

Moreover, he didn't intend to deliberately recall it, and the past didn't seem to be a thing for him to thoroughly understand.

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, and swallowed it before saying, "Mr. Shadow."

The arm behind him moved slightly. He turned his head and saw Ming Weiting immediately opened his eyes.

Mingchi put down what he was going to say for a while, looked at him seriously for a while, changed another unused spoon, scooped up a shrimp dumpling and handed it over: "It's time to rest."

"No hurry." Ming Weiting said, "I wanted to sleep just now."

Ming Weiting lowered his eyes and looked at the shrimp dumplings that were steadily delivered to him, as if he had remembered something, smiled and said warmly, "I lay down for a while, but I couldn't fall asleep."

Mingweiting took the spoon over, ate the shrimp dumplings, and poked a piece of coconut cake with chopsticks and handed it to Mingchi's right hand.

Before Ming Chi asked "why", Ming Weiting sighed and pressed his eyebrows: "Some people."

Mingchi noticed that he was learning his own habits, and his ears were a little hot: "...some people?"

"I heard that I could be brought home, and I was so happy that I couldn't sleep." Ming Weiting admitted, "I got up and read the recipe for an hour to learn how to make bread."

Mingchi's eyes widened in surprise, seeing Uncle Lu smiling and nodding. He wanted to turn his head to look at Mr. Shadow again, but was lightly pressed by a hand on the back of his neck: "Concentrate on eating."

Mingchi's shoulders and necks had been supporting his head upright for a long time, and he was rubbed twice by his warm and powerful palms.

The hand was about to be raised, but when he noticed his reaction, he fell back, and continued to slowly massage the sore place with the strength just now.

Ming Chi clenched his chopsticks and concentrated on eating the coconut cake that was poked on it: "Mr. Shadow."

Ming Weiting pressed his shoulder and neck for a while, took the hot post from Uncle Lu, tore off the adhesive with one hand and put it on for him: "What's wrong?"

"I'm thinking." Ming Chi thought for a while, "When we first met, did you work very hard?"

The body's knee-jerk reactions are difficult to control. Even the aunt's fault with him, she brought him over and rubbed him hard as soon as she saw him, and it took him a whole week to get used to it.

…

Mingchi didn't answer the head nurse's question directly, but the answer was actually very clear.

All impressions of the other party had indeed vanished from his mind. But aside from his brain, every part of his body seemed to remember clearly.

When his eyes saw Mr. Shadow, he didn't want to move away. His body didn't resist Mr. Shadow's contact at all, and his hand ran over to hold it by Mr. Shadow.

He just couldn't help thinking for a while, how did these habits come about, and the thermometer dared to say that he had a low fever.

"It's not hard work." Ming Weiting asked, "Why do you think so?"

Mingchi was a little worried: "Mr. Shadow, have I ever hurt you?"

He accidentally hurt his aunt. At that time, he was only ten years old. He had just been brought home by his aunt. He felt that the sky was falling, and he almost carried a small burden and walked away from the world.

Ming Weiting shook his head, remembering that he was sitting behind him, and said, "Never."

Mingchi immediately breathed a sigh of relief: "Then it seems that I have grown up."

Ming Weiting leaned against the head of the bed and looked at him, remembering the fierce debates about Huo Miao's age these days, with a smile in his eyes: "In such a hurry to grow up?"

"It's urgent." Ming Chi said, "I want to grow into a very cool and powerful adult."

Ming Weiting wanted to say that he was already very cool and powerful, but he felt that this would still limit him.

There is no doubt that Ming Chi will be cooler and better 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 was slow and steady, and his expression was very serious.

At this time, those eyes showed the kind of focus that seemed to never be discouraged and tired no matter how many times you failed or tried again.

The weather in the afternoon was also very good. The sun came in from the window and shone on the person beside Mingwei Pavilion... Those sun rays might be the same color as wheat.

Mingchi sat beside him, drooping his eyelashes and concentrating on practicing his right hand. The tips of those eyelashes seemed to have been coaxed into golden color by the warm sunlight, and the forehead and eyebrows, which had been pale these days, also showed a little healthy warmth because they didn't have to be troubled by pain right now.

Mingweiting didn't like sunny days yesterday.

He was sitting in the doorway of the operating room, and the harsh sunlight made his vision only white.

He didn't have any sense of the weather at first, rain and rain were just natural phenomena. Because of this person in front of him, he began to like rainy days. For the first time, he felt that sunny days were annoying.

Mingwei Pavilion had this experience for the first time. He was only a few years old when his mother died, his father died in a shipwreck, and the bad news came back before the ship, leaving him no chance to react, let alone wait.

As he waited, he gradually began to realize one thing.

He wanted the people in the operating room to be alive, as flames, as Mingchi, or as any other identity. If you want to be a captain, you can be a captain. If you want to travel ashore for more than ten years, he will travel for more than ten years. He is not used to and cannot sleep well on the shore, but he can go ashore, and he can go ashore seven days every other week.

He wants this person alive, wants this person to be happy, wants this person to laugh when they open their eyes.

If the price of getting this result is that he should be completely forgotten, then be completely forgotten. If the price is that you must not be able to see Ming Chi, not to stimulate the other person's emotions and brain, then it will not be seen. All plans can be modified and adjusted, and he can always watch from the boat.

…Fortunately, these most drastic assumptions did not materialize.

That fire was cooler and more powerful than he thought, and any wish could 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 it is similar, he may have to spend more time at Wanghai Villa.

…

But before he started thinking about these things, he still had something to tell the other person.

Ming Weiting recovered his mind.

Affected by his illness, Ming Chi's appetite is actually very small. Although his eyes light up every time he eats, he can't eat much.

This time, he was both physically and mentally relaxed and his appetite widened. He only drank half a bowl of porridge, a whole piece of coconut milk cake and a shrimp dumpling and couldn't eat any more. He sighed at the rest of the food.

Minglu smiled and reassured him that it didn't matter. When he got better later, he would ask the gentleman to treat the guests to a big meal, pack up the food box, and put down the small table.

Mingchi took some water and carefully rinsed his mouth. When he raised his head, he found that Mr. Shadow was still looking at him: "Mr. Shadow?"

"Huo Miao." Ming Weiting said, "I haven't fully explained something to you."

He sat down: "Before the operation, I asked you to sleep with me at night because I wanted to take care of you easily."

Mingchi blinked his eyes. First, his ears blushed because of the words "sleep together at night", and then he calmed down immediately: "It makes sense."

He is already so inconvenient now, and it must have been even more inconvenient before the operation. Uncle Lu also said that he always suffers from headaches, and he is indeed inseparable from people around him.

Probably because he was sure that he was starting to get better, his mentality also changed, and he felt less worried about causing trouble. The head nurse said that he could start walking slowly in two days, and he could be discharged from the hospital in ten days. Recuperate at home.

There are rules to follow in everything, and with accurate time scales, everything has become a very clear expectation.

"Another three days, five days at most." Ming Chi pondered for a while, giving himself a little more grace, "At most five days, I can take care of myself."

Ming Weiting shook his head: "Five days is not enough."

"I'm not enough." He admitted frankly without waiting for Ming Chi to ask, "I can't sleep well on the shore."

Ming Chi's expression immediately became serious, and he looked at him seriously.

"What's the matter?" Mingchi held his hand, "Let's find a way together."

Minglu stood beside him, laughed when he heard the words, and took over the conversation to help explain: "There is no good way. If you stay on the boat for a long time, you will faint on the land."

Mingchi was a little surprised: "Is the land also dizzy?"

"It's the same reason. The balance system will adapt to the environment you are in more often. If you change the environment, you will not be used to it." Minglu tapped his ear, "Mr. doesn't like this feeling, so he doesn't get off the boat often."

Ming Lu was brought on board when he was a teenager, and he often got off the ship to run errands, so he didn't feel anything special. At most, the voyage is too long, and you will feel a little dizzy for a few hours when you get off the ship.

However, Ming Weiting has been on the boat since he was born, and he has adapted to the balance system on the boat since he can remember, so he has always disliked getting off the boat and ashore. Later, when he became a gentleman of the Ming family, he occasionally walked ashore to talk about business and do some things.

Find some people.

"I thought back later on why I suddenly mentioned this to you that day. It wasn't just to take care of you."

Ming Weiting said: "I feel accustomed to being on the boat because that environment is more stable for me and makes me feel more at ease."

"Then let's go to the ship for rehab." Ming Chi made up his mind immediately. He wasn't sure whether rehab on board would make it easier to fall down. He took the computer and wanted to check it, but was lightly held down by Ming Wei Ting. arm.

"It's more appropriate on land - Huo Miao, I didn't mean to tell you this."

Ming Weiting looked at him: "I told you about this, just to tell you how cool and powerful you are from my perspective."

Ming Chi was slightly startled, and opened his eyes wide to look at him.

"That night, you were in a bad state. 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."

… that feeling is actually hard to describe.

There was a heavy rainstorm that night, and lightning flashed and thundered. He probably had dreams every day and night. He spent those days reading information about the possible risks and complications of brain surgery, so his dreaming was not very good.

Then he was awakened by the slight touch, and his conditioned reflex was to ask if the other party was uncomfortable, but those eyes only opened slightly to look at him, and after a while, they quietly bent.

"It's very uncomfortable, Mr. Shadow." He heard the man beside him whispering, "It hurts, it's uncomfortable, I can't breathe... I'll be honest with you."

"I'll be honest with you." Those eyes told him very seriously, "So when I tell you I'm comfortable, don't worry about me."

It wasn't supposed to be a reassuring conversation at all, and things didn't go smoothly in the second half of the night - but it wasn't until the next day that he really realized what those words meant.

He stood in the room, looking at the person who closed his eyes comfortably and leaned on the reclining chair on the balcony to take a deep breath, and suddenly realized that he really didn't worry anymore.

"I just want to tell you." Ming Weiting said, "I suddenly discovered that day that you have this ability."

The environment on the boat will be smoother and more reassuring to him.

He came out of the room, walked to the terrace, learned to relax and sit on the reclining chair, turning his head to the bright smile in his eyes.

Ming Weiting looked into his eyes: "I found a boat on the shore."