In August, the weather was unbearably hot, the scorching sun scorched the earth, and the cedar pavement seemed to be roasted.

Liu Feiyang is wandering in the corridor of the hospital, like a lonely ghost wandering, he is in front of the rescue room, there is the hustle and bustle of other people in the corridor, but these can not stimulate his eardrums and transmit information to the brain nerves, he is completely closed in his own world, he hates this place, every time he comes in, it must be accompanied by bad news, if there is another choice now, even if it is to jump into the eighteenth layer of hell, he will not hesitate to jump in.

The white shirt was no longer white, and there were traces of blood left by him when he sat on the road holding An Ran, which had dried up at this time, and his face was so numb that he had no emotion to mobilize any expression, even sadness. He felt like a dream, his feet fluttering, his feet were limp on the ground, as if he was walking in mid-air, and there was nothing around him, only one person, and everything would be distorted and deformed in his eyes.

The world in which she is in becomes realistic only in the blink of an eye, and the picture at this moment of blink of an eye is full of An Ran's smile, as well as the smile she fell in front of her eyes, and the helplessness that she wanted to speak but couldn't say.

The sound of the last fall to the ground is still in my ears.

"Sir, sir..."

Liu Feiyang's world seemed to hear someone shouting, but he didn't dare to be sure, because the cry was too illusory and came from all directions.

"Sir, sir..."

He felt someone tapping him on the shoulder, but it was still a little hazy, as if a gust of wind was blowing, just a little bigger than just now.

"This is a critical illness notice, please sign it as soon as possible"

"Brush..."Liu Feiyang suddenly turned his head when he heard this, and saw a nurse in a white uniform in front of him, the nurse was no stranger to this situation, some people roared, some people cried, some people begged, and some people were so numb as Liu Feiyang that they looked like a fool.

"Please sign it as soon as possible," the nurse said, pushing the critical illness notice in her hand.

Liu Feiyang took it mechanically, picked up the pen, and forgot how to write his name for a while, and seemed to hear the word signature in his mind, which was like a bolt from the blue to pull him back to reality, and hurriedly thanked his name, and the nurse didn't have time to say more, seeing him sign and grab it, he turned around and ran back to the rescue room.

In the operating room, An Ran was lying on the operating table, the shadowless lamp on the top covered her whole body, her bloodless eyes were closed, and she could only see the sadness and helplessness of Daiyu's funeral flowers.

Suddenly, I saw that the original wavy pattern on the monitor turned into a straight line.

"The patient has stopped breathing on his own," said the masked nurse next to her, who was staring at the monitor.

"Push a shot of adrenaline!" the doctor was sweating all over his forehead, and within half an hour of coming in, the patient had already had two heart stops.

When another doctor heard this, he quickly pried open the glass bottle, sucked out the adrenaline inside with a needle, and then injected it into Enron's body, "The injection is complete!"

"No change," the nurse staring at the monitor said urgently.

The doctor who was doing CPR on An Ran was already so tired that he was panting out of proportion, and he categorically did not want any patient to go away in his hands, especially a girl of the same age, who was about the same age as his daughter, shouting "defibrillator ready"

"Defibrillator ready!" the nurse brought in with the defibrillator.

The doctor took the defibrillator, and the others took a small step back, he pressed down on An Ran's body, and then pulled it up, seeing that An Ran's body was almost pulled off the bed board, and then smashed down heavily, and the blood-soaked green silk was like a wave that had just risen and fallen.

"The ECG has not changed...", the nurse stared at the monitor with her eyes fixed on it, and after reading it, she turned her head and shouted.

"Preparing for a second defibrillation", the doctor was unwilling to give up.

"Charged!"

The doctor took the defibrillator again, repeating the action just now, several pairs of eyes in the rescue room were all staring at An Ran, they all knew that it was no longer fighting with medicine but with the sky, all rescue methods had been exhausted, and no matter how much they could not restore their spontaneous heart rate, it was in vain, and defibrillation was also risky.

"Bang..." An Ran still had his eyes closed, his body was dragged off the bed again, and then he slammed it down, and the eyes that were loved by everyone seemed to have lost their moisture.

"The ECG is still unchanged"

Hearing this, there was a sad atmosphere in the entire rescue room, the air seemed to freeze, everyone's eyes looked at An Ran again, the mist in the oxygen mask had gradually disappeared, becoming clear, and the doctor held the defibrillator in both hands and drooped weakly.

"It's too badly wounded," one of the doctors said in a low tone.

"The equipment has been dismantled..."The corner of the doctor holding the defibrillator was a little moist, he had seen too many life and death partings for so many years, and it was the first time he was so sad, he put the defibrillator aside, turned his head and turned around and went out.

The nurse who was guarding the instrument was entering the rescue room for the first time, but she didn't expect to encounter this situation for the first time, tears had begun to fall down, An Ran looked younger than her but not a few years younger, she was a little reluctant to put on the instrument, the crying became more and more intense, and she just wanted to raise her hand to wipe her tears.

Suddenly, the electrocardiogram that was originally a straight line began to have waves again, accompanied by the sound of dripping, and the heartbeat and blood oxygen saturation on it were gradually rising...

"The patient regains his spontaneous heart rate..."

"Brush" The doctor who had already walked to the door heard this, and immediately turned his head to look at the monitor, and the data on it was indeed returning to normal, and he ran back in an instant, commanding, "The patient has blood congestion in the brain, immediately contact the outside of the brain, and prepare for craniotomy..."

Suddenly, tension returned to the rescue room.

A mist began to appear in the oxygen mask, and An Ran's chest was heaving, but her eyes were still closed.

An Ran felt that she was walking in the endless desert, unable to distinguish between the southeast and the northwest, there was no direction at all, her head was white, where the sun could not be distinguished, the ground was yellow sand, and every step of the foot would sink into a few centimeters, and her steps were difficult, she turned around and found that she had not left a single footprint, he didn't know where to come in and where to go, very helpless, very dazed, very desperate...

The atmosphere in the rescue room cannot be conveyed, and it is like a quiet world outside.

Liu Feiyang was no longer moving, sitting on the bench and looking at the ground with his head drooped, he was tormented and unbearable, and at the same time he had hope in his heart, none of this was true.

He used to be in the county, and when he went to the bazaar, he received a pamphlet for the temple, he read it several times, and there was a sentence on it that was easy to understand: "When the joy field becomes a wasteland, when the new laughter is love, when the memory falls into the dust, when everything is an unobtainable blank, how impermanent is life?"

He also hoped that this was a dream, begging for this dream to end soon, and when he looked up again, he could still see the smiling face that made him feel like a spring breeze.

The scorching sun evolved into a setting sun crumbling in the sky, the daylight turned dim, and the hospital corridor was replaced by incandescent lamps, and Liu Feiyang sat motionless as if he were petrified.

He was reminiscing about the past, and the first time he saw An Ran was in the alley, she was wearing a military coat, she pushed her bicycle out of the courtyard, just a glimpse, this girl amazed her world, and since then the fate of the two has been avoided. He was thinking that after An Ran's mother left, the girl who sat on the kang and curled up on her knees, had no love, and he had secretly watched her many times in secret, and he was thinking that every night when he came back, he would sit under the windowsill and smoke a cigarette, smoke a cigarette, look at the stars, and feel her existence, it was very cold at that time, and his heart was very hot.

He was thinking about the makeup he had put on peacefully on the first night, the lips dyed with red paper, the eyes like autumn water, the skin that had a few degrees of warmth, and the little blood stains left behind. The deliberately suppressed but inadvertently burst out of the moan, the few scratches on the back that hugged him tightly.

She likes to laugh, her mother told her that girls who love to laugh will have good luck, she doesn't like to cry, and once swore that I will never cry again in my life, she will sometimes be very strong, sitting at home and waiting for Liu Feiyang to return for a long time will not complain, she has a good temper, in the kindergarten those unconscious childish she can also smile and say not angry, she occasionally leaks shy, when Liu Feiyang wants to help her wash her underwear, she will hide with a red face, and when she comes home to find that it has been washed and hung up, her face can drip blood.

All the joints on Liu Feiyang's body have been solidified, and he can still think of this girl who accompanied him in his mind, from scratch, from being reluctant to burn coal in winter to now buying a house in the city, from eating pickles for a meal to now being able to eat meat at will, she does not complain, nor complains, nor does she be coquettish.

She would only say: Liu Feiyang, I can't help you, but I can sit on the kang and wait for you to come back.

She would only say: Liu Feiyang, I'll give you one last chance, if you want me, then I will be your person for the rest of my life, don't want to get rid of it.

She will also say: Liu Feiyang, there are still iron hooves in the country, I will accompany you to fight the horse.

Everything is going in a better direction, why did you suddenly encounter this catastrophe? I am used to her existence, how should I live.

"Bang..."The calf, who never wept, had a tear fall and smashed on the tile on the ground, breaking into eight petals.

He slowly murmured in his mouth, "An Ran, I can't see you when I wake up in the morning, how can I live?"

It's not that he deliberately thinks about this, but he does have too many resentments here, he doesn't like to engage in those fancy intestines, and it's good to be able to hold hands and spend a lifetime together.

"Squeak...", he reflexively looked at the door when he heard the door open.

A doctor in a surgical gown finally came out, and he finally stood up to ask, but found that his throat had been stuck.

"You're a family member of a patient, right?"

He nodded busily.

"You prepare mentally, the patient has a successful operation, but he is not out of the danger period, after passing the danger period, when he will be able to wake up, whether he can wake up, it is not sure..."

"What do you mean?" asked Liu Feiyang with some resistance.

"There is a possibility of falling into a vegetative state..."