Liang Zhen woke up again, it was almost dawn.

Zhong Yu coaxed the nurse on duty that night for a long time, and finally managed to go in and accompany her for a few minutes.

The ward in the second half of the night seemed to be quieter than before, and Zhong Yu could hear his own breathing when he entered.

"Awake?" he asked, walking on the edge of the bed, his voice distinctly hoarse.

Liang Zhen on the bed nodded, "Hmm." ”

"How does it feel?"

"It's okay..."

"Does the injury on my back hurt badly?"

She didn't answer.

Zhong Yu gritted the root of his teeth: "Does it hurt a lot?"

Liang Zhen's eyes closed and opened again, "I'll discuss something with you..."

"What's the matter, you say. ”

"You're tomorrow... You go and tell the doctor tomorrow to stop my analgesics..."

Zhong Yu thought he had misheard.

"Why stop?"

The mouth under the oxygen mask snorted, "I... I don't want to be as stupid as you in the future......"

Zhong Yu was really angry and distressed at the time, she was like this, she could still scare people with one mouth.

"How can you get stupid after a few injections of analgesics? No, don't worry!"

But Liang Zhen hurt the flesh, not the brain, and of course she knew that excessive use of painkillers would cause irreversible damage to the brain.

"You rely on me once... Go talk to... Let's talk to the doctor, okay?"

"Not good!" Zhong Yu firmly disagreed.

Liang Zhen raised his arm vigorously and tugged at the corner of Zhong Yu's clothes.

"My book... If you're not done yet, you can't... You can't even ask me for such a request... can't be satisfied......" She grabbed the corner of Zhong Yu's clothes and shook it, "Promise me, huh?"

Maybe it was because she was sick, her face was pale and her eyes were fragile, or maybe her hoarse voice had a hint of pleading, which made Zhong Yu feel uncomfortable but couldn't bear to refuse, so he could only respond in the end.

"I'm going to ask the doctor tomorrow if I can stop, but I can't guarantee it!"

The mouth under the oxygen mask pulled and smiled, "Okay, but I believe it...... I believe you can convince the doctor to stop the medication......"

The next day, Zhong Yu went to Liang Zhen's treatment and asked to stop the analgesics.

The doctor looked incredulous, "Are you sure you want to stop taking the drug?"

"Does it have an impact on wound recovery?"

"I can't talk about the impact, but if I don't take analgesics at the moment, I'm afraid the patient won't be able to bear it. ”

This is the patient's own meaning, and she is worried about the adverse effects of analgesics on the brain. ”

"There are definitely side effects, and she is suffering from a gunshot wound, and she is currently using strong analgesics, which will indeed cause some adverse effects on kidney function and cranial nerves, but once it is stopped, her postoperative pain will increase, and you should also know this. ”

Zhong Yu grinded the back socket, he also suffered a gunshot wound in the United States back then, and he knew too well the taste of pain, how could he not know.

"I respect the patient's opinion and can give it a try. ”

Seeing that he was firm, the doctor had nothing more to say.

"Okay, since you've said so, I'll give it to the ward. ”

That night, the ICU stopped Liang Zhen's analgesic injection.

Zhong Yu went in to see her, her eyes were closed, she looked like she was asleep, but if she looked closely, she could see a fine layer of sweat on her forehead.

Zhong Yu placed her palm on the back of her uninjured hand.

"Let's get a shot, huh?"

She shook her head, "No..."

How not.

The sheets under her body were almost torn by her, and she was obviously in terrible pain.

Zhong Yu gritted his tooth socket and leaned into Liang Zhen's ear, "Be obedient and give you an injection, otherwise you won't be able to sleep at all." ”

"I really don't need to...", she gasped, the white mist attached to the oxygen mask layer by layer, "Boil...... It's over, trust me..."

Zhong Yu didn't dare to look up at her, so he could only hold her hand tightly, his fingers intertwined, separated by a thin layer of sterilized gloves, and the only thing he could give her at this time was the pitiful warmth in his palm.

She's in hell, and he's not, and he may even hurt worse than her.

After three days of such days, Liang Zhen's pain was finally slightly reduced, and he was examined again, and all indicators tended to be normal, and his condition was stable for the time being, and he was transferred to the intensive care ward.

"At present, the patient has passed the dangerous period, but it does not mean that there will be no problem in the future, and the subsequent period is the recovery period of the wound, and the most important thing at this stage is to prevent wound infection. After the examination, the doctor asked for an important conversation, "The gunshot wound causes a large wound area and many wounds, and once the infection is serious, it is important to be careful at this stage." ”

The day after Liang Zhen was admitted to the intensive care unit, the expert team found by Zhong Yu settled in for consultation.

During this period, Zhong Yu did not go back to live, and stayed in the hospital most of the time.

He opened a room in the hotel opposite the hospital, saying that the hotel was actually quite lifted, and it was more like an economy hotel in terms of hardware and software.

The room was booked by Lu Qing, and at that time, Lu Qing made a list of hotels within two kilometers of the hospital for him to choose, but he couldn't choose to choose it, either it was too far from the hospital or the traffic was too congested.

Lu Qing was also in a dilemma at that time, you must know that the People's Hospital of Luzhou is located in the old city, the traffic in the city is already congested, and the renovation of the old city, the slightly higher-grade hotels have been moved, and in the list he sorted out, the best one is a "fake five-star" that is about to go bankrupt, and it has to be close to the hospital, which is too difficult.

"At present, all the hotels around it are on this list, if you think ......"

"How's that across the street?"

"Which one?"

Zhong Yu stood in the corridor of the inpatient building and pointed to a building facing the hospital gate outside the window, "Isn't there a hotel?"

"That one?" Lu Qing glanced at the three-story building, the exterior wall was painted with crimson paint, the color looked a little nondescript, and it was mixed in the middle of a number of small restaurants, supermarkets and fruit stores, which was particularly abrupt.

"Mr. Zhong, there is only a hotel opposite the hospital. ”

"Can't stay in a hotel?"

"You can live in it, but you may ......"

"If you can live, at least it's close to the hospital, you can help me book a room!"

"Huh?"

Lu Qing couldn't believe his ears.

He has been the assistant of this young master for nearly five years, and he knows his temperament too well, and he can't say that he has a temper that is too domineering, but because he was born well, he still has high requirements for food and clothing, and he is even more picky when he goes out to live in a hotel, not to mention a small hotel, he has never even lived in a quasi-four-star.

"Mr. Zhong, I don't think the environment of that hotel will be very good, do you want to go and see it first?"

"No, just order it for me. ”

“……”

Zhong Yu finally lived in the red house, and the environment inside can be imagined, it is difficult to describe, but seeing that it is close to the hospital, he also stays in the hospital most of the time, so he endures it.