I dragged Feifei back to the ward, and Feifei sat down on the adjacent bed obediently.

But I stood beside the dumb bed, not knowing what to do, and then the dumb man woke up. He tilted his head feebly at me and smiled slightly. When I saw him, I felt like a child who had made a mistake, standing still and not daring to move.

But that's not my style, who forced him to eat with a knife? It's his own fault if it's to be wrong! I cleared my throat in a muffled voice, raised my chin and took a step towards the dumb man and asked him, "Are you stupid? So, don't you know if you can eat the egg?"

The mute blinked as he watched his hands slowly scribble in the air. Naturally, I couldn't understand it, and I thought of Feifei when I was worried about how to understand. I turned around and gave Feifei a look, and the little ghost immediately understood, and immediately explained to me: "Dad said that he doesn't want you to be angry." ”

Again, for this reason, am I really so angry? But after being told a few times, I began to reflect. Thinking about it, I seem to be angry all the time.

"It's not for nothing that I'm angry. I muttered something in a low voice, and then confidently reprimanded, "You are irresponsible to yourself!"

The dumb may be because of the tossing just now, and he seems to be extremely weak at the moment, and his eyes are almost unable to open, and he wants to compare something with me.

Seeing his appearance, I really couldn't bear to slap him anymore, so I stepped forward and pressed his hand to the bed, pulled the quilt up for him and said, "Okay, I know what you want to express, go to sleep when you're tired." I'll get some hot water for you. ”

As soon as I finished speaking, the mute closed his eyes. I checked the dumb man's right hand, which had been pricked again, and made sure it was okay before going out to fetch water.

The dumbness was so empty that when I put the hot towel on his hand, it didn't move as if he didn't feel it. After two or three applications, his fluid was gone.

I called the nurse to pull out the needle for him, and he still didn't move. It's only been a day, and the dumb man has an extra pinhole in his hand, and after a few days in the hospital, that hand may also be pricked.

I stopped the nurse and asked, "Doesn't your hospital have soft needles, can he stand that pricking hand every day?"

"Yes, yes, but it ran out last week. Isn't that thing expensive, there are too few people in small counties, so the hospital hasn't replenished the stock yet, but it's two to say whether to make up or not. The nurse replied to me.

"Heh, it's used up, it's not restocked, and you still say it?" I repeated her words suspiciously. However, it is also a hospital and a profit-making unit, and it is unprofitable, so naturally it will not be supplemented, so I sighed: "Sure enough, it is a small hospital." ”

The nurse shrugged at me and turned away. I leaned in close to the mute to examine his face carefully, the rash had receded, his breathing was balanced, and it seemed that he should be fine.

I was relieved, but my dumb face was still pale, and I lay there motionless. Thinking about the situation last night, I suddenly felt pitiful for He Yiyang.

This time he was given a mobile phone by chance to find out in time, before he was going to be sick, did anyone find out in time? Or is he all alone to the end, just like this time he also wants to survive.

After applying it a few times, He Yiyang's hands were obviously much better. I gently put his hand under the quilt, and when I looked back, I saw Feifei lying on the bed asleep, and I also stretched my waist and lay on the table next to the dumb bed, ready to squint for a while.

I tried left and right to find a comfortable position, and I became face-to-face with He Yiyang. Lying down like this and looking at his face, what He Yiyang said to me twice instantly appeared in my mind: I don't want you to be angry.