Zhao Baoxuan really wants to go home: "I'm already well, I'm going to be discharged from the hospital." ”

Only then did Zhang Wuwei understand: "You can't be discharged from the hospital now, and you have to wait for someone to make a record." ”

Their actions cannot be dictated by their personal will for the time being.

Zhao Baoxuan's tears slowly welled up: "I just want to go home!"

She rushes back to her grandfather and asks him what herbs to use to stop the bleeding and how to save a man with a knife in his heart.

That dream, she didn't finish it yet.

She doesn't want Baoqing to die, she wants to go back to learn medicine from her grandfather immediately, and when she dreams again, she will have a way to save people.

Zhang Wuwei was very patient: "Walk slowly, the street lights here are not bright enough, be careful with your feet, don't stumble on your feet." ”

Before the words fell, Zhao Baoxuan's body was short: "Ouch~"

Her subconscious reaction was to raise her fist to beat Zhang Wuwei's shoulder: "I hate it, let you talk nonsense!"

At this time, good words do not work, bad words do not work.

Sure enough, when she stood up with Zhang Wuwei's support, she found that her left foot was sprained, and she couldn't use her strength as if she was unconscious, and she couldn't stand steadily.

Zhang Wuwei bent down and stretched out his hand, about to pick up Zhao Baoxuan: "I'll send you to the emergency department now." ”

Zhao Baoxuan was so angry: "I said I wanted to go home, you have to keep me here!"

Zhang Wuwei smiled and didn't bother with her: "Okay, I'm sorry, I'll take you to the doctor to correct your bones." ”

He heard a slight click, not like a broken bone, but a broken ankle.

Originally, he could have done these little things by himself.

But in the hospital, he still asked those doctors to work harder.

Zhao Baoxuan wanted to cry without tears: "What should I do? I have to stay for another week!"

She didn't want to stay even a minute now.

I sprained my foot, and it took at least 10 days and half a month to recover, and I could barely walk with a limp for a week.

Zhang Wuwei hugged Zhao Baoxuan: "It's okay, just go to the emergency room and rub some safflower oil." ”

He picked up Zhao Baoxuan easily without much effort, which was too light, and he apologized again: "When you are well, after you go back to Yucheng, you will be killed or killed, okay?"

A moving apology is the most important thing at this moment.

Zhao Baoxuan's tears flowed down, and this sentence was the same as the line she heard in her dream.

The doctor on duty in the emergency room happened to be the director of the surgical ward: "Ah, just call us to the ward? Why do you have to carry us here?"

This is Chiguoguo's show of affection to the people of the whole hospital.

Zhang Wuwei couldn't explain: "I wanted to go for a walk in the playground, but I fell to my feet." ”

The doctor understood, looking like I understood, and it was dark on the playground: "I'll take a look first, if there is no fracture, I'll come back tomorrow during the day to take a film to confirm." ”

I have a separate ward, what are you doing on the playground?

The world of rich young people, he really doesn't understand.

Zhao Baoxuan watched as the doctor pinched her ankle.

The doctor was very relieved: "I didn't hurt my bones, and it didn't hurt much, and I will be fine in two days, but my ankle is swollen, and it will take half a month to get rid of the swelling." ”

Zhang Wuwei was not at ease: "Doctor, she doesn't know what it hurts." ”

He felt pain when he looked at the doctor's rude movements, but Zhao Baoxuan didn't even frown.

With such a sensitive mind as Zhao Baoxuan, if there was pain, they would have cried into tears.

Hey, he made the wrong move this time.

The doctor smiled: "It doesn't matter if I know the pain or not, my hand can't be wrong, it didn't hurt the bone, it's just a soft tissue contusion, and the edema disappeared in a week." ”

Zhao Baoxuan asked softly with a crying voice: "I want to be discharged from the hospital and go home!"

The doctor glanced at Zhang Wuwei, you see that you are responsible for coaxing: "Well, okay, okay, you go back to the ward and lie down first, and the nurse should come to find it in a while." ”

Zhang Wuwei couldn't cry or laugh, and carried Zhao Baoxuan back to the ward, and continued to apologize to her: "I'll help you say, try to get out of the hospital early, don't be angry with me, okay? If you don't want to go to work, just rest at home for a few days, and then go back when you feel better and want to go to work." ”

Zhao Baoxuan's tears were not confiscated: "I hate it!"

It would be nice if that Baoqing in the dream could not be angry like her, but I don't know if that Brother Zhang would be able to speak like Zhang Wuwei.

In the dream, that Brother Zhang not only can't coax people, but he can't turn around when he speaks.

Zhang Wuwei finally relieved himself a little: "I'll go find the nurse." ”

He really didn't do anything right this time.

Zhao Baoxuan shouted to him: "Uncle, I have something to tell you." ”

Zhang Wuwei immediately stopped: "You say!"

It doesn't seem that he is angry and wants to go home, but he looks preoccupied, and it seems that he is ready to tell him something important.

Zhao Baoxuan motioned for him to close the door and not let the nurse in: "I don't want anyone to come in and interrupt." ”

These two dreams have not been very long recently, but she has to explain to Zhang Wuwei what she has dreamed before, and let the boss help her analyze it.

She still likes to dream of dreams like Xiao Lizi.

This extraordinary dream of fear is too unbearable.

What if, what if it happens?

She spoke quickly, very fragmentedly, and even a little incoherently.

Zhang Wuwei has a strong ability to organize stories and language, and actually pieced together a complete story: "You mean you dreamed that you killed someone with a knife?"

Zhao Baoxuan plucked up the courage and said: "It's the same as my name, and although I'm watching her from the outside, I know what happened to her and what will happen next!"

"Of course you know that!"

"Why?"

"You made the dream!"

"......" Zhao Baoxuan is a little confused, she also knows a little bit about the principle of dreaming, but basically dreams don't happen in life, do they?

Zhang Wuwei: "When you close your eyes and sleep, your body doesn't move, all the stories happen in your own brain." ”

He is willing to listen carefully to Zhao Baoxuan's dream, just to discern whether Zhao Baoxuan confused memory with hallucinations and dreams when he was extremely weak, people who study archaeology have much more historical knowledge than ordinary people, and it is possible to turn the historical knowledge learned into a story, or in the mind, it is possible for memory fragments to assemble stories at will.

He just wanted Zhao Baoxuan to feel at ease.

The more scared you are, the more you will reinforce the memory of the fear, and with a head injury, the stress response to trauma may be severe.

He'd better be on the safe side.

I'd rather ask less about some of the so-called scenes, but also protect Zhao Baoxuan to return home safely, and still be healthy and happy in the future.

"But I think my dreams are going to happen in my life!"

"Didn't you say that they were all from the past, and were their clothes ancient or recent? What did they say?"

"I can understand everything I say!"

"Where's the costume?"

"It's kind of like a modern one, but it's more like a long time ago, but I don't remember any dynasty that had clothes like this. "Headache!

Zhang Wuwei was not in a hurry to ask the answer: "Does it look like a foreigner?"

Zhao Baoxuan suddenly realized: "Yes, the skin is so white, but it looks a bit like a Persian! No, no, the Persians are all veiled, how can they go on a private date with a man with their faces exposed, and they are caught and beaten to death with a stick." ”

"What dynasty has a rule of beating people to death with sticks?"

"I can't remember, my head is groggy. ”

"Then don't think about it, can you rest for a while?"

"But before I finished speaking, you interrupted me!" The person who should have come to make trouble didn't come in, and the person who shouldn't have made trouble interfered with her thinking.

Zhang Wuwei nodded lightly: "You take a break, I will turn on the computer now and record everything you just said." ”

This sentence successfully quieted Zhao Baoxuan and obediently closed her eyes.

......

When Zhang Wuwei sailed a yacht across the Pacific Ocean alone, he underwent psychological training and anti-hypnosis training.

There are only two spaces for sailing alone on the sea, one is a small and closed space, and the other is a vast space where you can't see the edge, if you are only in these two spaces for a long time, people are easily psychologically anxious, irritable, and even depressed to the point of wanting to end their lives.

Sailing across the sea is not only a test of physical strength, but also a real test of people's mental endurance.

In a sport like triathlon, at least you have a companion.

The only thing that accompanies you on the sea is the compass.

After getting along with Zhao Baoxuan during this time, he gradually understood Zhao Baoxuan's growth environment and growth process, and knew that this girl, who seemed to have a superior family environment, was not as cheerful and brave as she seemed on the outside, and her heart was full of loneliness and helplessness.

He himself has had a similar experience, and knows that the more he does this, the less he wants others to reach out and help him.

He can only give hints on the side, and when Zhao Baoxuan stretches out his hand and needs help, he can help him in time.

The computer document contains thousands of words, all of which are intermittent dreams, which look like inspirations written down by some writer with an impulsive intention to write.

......

Zhao Baoxuan originally just wanted to rest for a few minutes and open her eyes, but who knew that she smelled blood again.

She chased after the taste.

Several people were in a mess, and she saw Baoqing lying on the door panel, her face pale and her eyes closed, and the man named Brother Zhang was holding her hand and crying.

A man who looked like a doctor was shouting, "I can't help it, if the knife is pulled out, she will die." I usually sell a few herbs and don't make any money to see a doctor, so you can take her to a doctor somewhere else. ”

Baoqing was lying on the door panel, and he was already having more air out and less air intake, and he would die at any time, and he couldn't stand the toss at all.

Don't say pull out the knife, even a slight movement of the knife will cause heavy bleeding.

The man surnamed Liu, who helped them drive, said, "Brother Zhang, we have to leave immediately, the brothers are still waiting!"

Brother Zhang suddenly threw himself on Baoqing's body and cried bitterly: "Baoqing, why can't you think about it? As long as people live, they can find a way to solve the problem, is your own life more important than a dead person? Why are you so stupid!"

Zhao Baoxuan's heart was so painful that she couldn't breathe.

She's still late!

This dream is still the original ending!

She began to cry.

......

Zhang Wuwei sighed and gently woke Zhao Baoxuan up.

This was the third time in a day that she had cried in her dreams.

Zhao Baoxuan sobbed and opened her eyes: "She's dead!"

"She?"

"Baoqing is dead. ”

Zhang Wuwei was silent, and the death of himself in his dream was not necessarily a bad thing psychologically.

In some schools of psychology abroad, the same dream can be interpreted differently.

He only agrees with the theory of the psychologist he has been trained to say, that the death of the self in the dream in any way represents his reconciliation with the past.

"You're sad. ”

"Can I not be sad that I have died myself?" would rather not see what the future holds for these people than see them die in front of her.

Zhang Wuwei thought for a while and asked, "Is there anything in archaeology?"

Zhao Baoxuan replied reluctantly: "Yes." ”

"What is it?"

"Memory confusion. "Suddenly the tears stopped.

Well, rather, memory confusion, at least this dream does not happen in life, and she does not see someone die in front of her.

"Uncle Wei, I think it may be that when I was in the basement, the bacteria in the air drifted, so ......"

So there may be a memory exchange of cells.

Zhang Wuwei said that he understood: "These are all right, I have also had such hallucinations." When you go back to the fishing city, let your grandfather take care of you, and then I will take you to the gym, and these hallucinations will disappear soon. ”

His lips moved, and he swallowed the rest of the words.

Many dreams don't have much meaning, they just really reflect that the condition of a certain part of the body is not on the health line.

Zhao Baoxuan wiped her tears embarrassedly: "Don't tell Brother Cheng about them." ”

Otherwise, Fairy Yan would have made fun of her.

Zhang Wuwei clicked on the message on his mobile phone: "Your mother called just now, but I didn't answer, so she sent a text message saying that your grandfather had come back and asked when you would go back." I texted back and said that within about a week, I said that the scenery here is good, and I will take you out for two days. ”

It's the right thing to do with her.

Zhao Baoxuan smiled gratefully: "You originally took me out to play." ”

All accidents are really accidents.

It's just that she knows that her dream is not that important, which makes her feel a little lost.

So is she wrong about Xiao Lizi?

Shouldn't there be subjective interference with Xu Yuyan's friends?

She doesn't think there's anything wrong with Xiao Lizi, after all, Xiao Lizi is still very diligent, has a certain talent, and is so popular, even if she doesn't become a celebrity in the future, at least she has helped a good young man who is diligent and motivated.

It's Xu Promise Yan, Fairy Yan is her best friend, she likes to see Xu Promise Yan laughing and scolding with her, such a good girl, such a close friend, she just hopes she can be happy.

After she goes back, do you want to re-examine Song Nanzhu?

(Change later)