I lay on the bed, tears sliding down the corners of my eyes.

I was about to get up, but my father yelled, "Give me a quiet lay, I took half a month's leave." I've already said at your school that I'll take care of you for half a month. And your mother's funeral was done recently, so you are not allowed to cry secretly. ”

I tried to lift my head, but my dad pressed his hand against the pillow.

"What do you want to do? What if you walk around and fall? Or do you want to go to your mother's hospital bed and cry? Can you cry with this injury now? Hold it for me, are you still my son? I can't bear this anymore? Isn't it your mother... Let's go... Dad said that he couldn't control his emotions here, and he turned his head to cover his face with his hands while crying.

I know, dad cried.

I didn't dare to move again, and the doctor's advice was not to use too many expressions to avoid the wound cracking.

Dad was silent for a moment and said, "You wait here, I'll take care of some things." I'll come over and bring you food for dinner in the evening. ”

Before I could answer, Dad walked out of the room.

I looked at the ceiling and my mind was in a mess.

Yesterday I was still in a lot of pain in my left eye, and I didn't feel it anymore this morning.

I reached out and touched the gauze on the wound, and I didn't feel any pain at all.

This made me curious and grabbed the gauze and wanted to take it off, but I remembered what the doctor had told me yesterday.

The doctor said that the stitches should be removed at least a week later and that there would definitely be a scar.

As for the obviousness of the scar, it depends on the past seven days, so try not to take off the gauze except for changing the dressing. Eat lightly, avoid oil and spicy.

I put my hand down and stared at the ceiling in a daze.

A cat meow lingered in my ears.

I turned my head slightly and looked around and found nothing.

When I turned my head back again.

The cat barked again.

I could hear it, it was the bark of Oscar, the fat cat.

And there are almost no other cats in the hospital besides Oscar.

I said to the old man on the next bed, "Excuse me, did you hear the cat bark?"

The old man reacted and looked at me and said, "What did you say?"

"Excuse me, did you hear the cat bark?" I said, raising my voice a little.

"Cat, I'm old, I can't hear with my ears behind my ears. The old man said.

The little girl on the opposite bed got up and said, "I think I heard a cat meow." ”

I gritted my teeth, then it was indeed the voice of the fat cat Oscar.

It should be nearby at this moment.

"Little sister, what's your name?" I said.

"Ino. The little girl said with a smile.

The room was silent, and the door to the ward was gently tapped.

I said to the little girl at the next table, "Ino, there seems to be something outside the door." Can you open the door for me? See what's there?"

The little girl nodded her head and said, "Okay, Brother One-Eyed Dragon, I'll go open the door." ”

The little girl slowly got up and opened the door.

I said, "What is it?"

The little girl said lightly, "Cat, the cat has come in." ”

I subconsciously straightened up.

glanced at the old man on the bed next to him, and the old man's face was not bad at this time. Looking at the TV on the wall, I laughed heartily.

I looked at the little girl again and said, "Ino, what is wrong with you?"

The little girl looked at me and said, "Asthma, I need to rest for a month." ”

At this point I looked at the fourth and last person in the room. It was a woman lying on a bed, covered with a quilt.

"I'm sorry, Auntie, what kind of illness do you have. I asked helplessly.

"You're sick, I'm nine months pregnant, you can't see it. There are no more hospital beds, so they are assigned here. The woman said.

It was only then that I noticed the bulging abdomen of the woman covered by a quilt.

In a moment, Oscar, the fat cat, actually appeared in my field of vision, and a few stumbling climbed onto my bed.

Then he yelled at me and nestled in the corner of my sheets.

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The three people present looked at me while I looked at Oscar the fat cat.

"Is this the cat that only predicts death? I understand why you're asking me what's sick. The woman said.

The old man looked at it and sighed and said, "Child, I didn't expect you to be one step ahead of me." ”

"Brother One-Eyed Dragon, what is a Grim Reaper cat?" said the little girl, walking over slowly, curiously intending to reach out and touch the fat cat Oscar nestled in the corner of the bed.

And my mind was blank at the moment, and I subconsciously stopped the little girl's hand and said, "Ino, don't touch it." It's fierce, it's the one that scratches my eyes. ”

The little girl withdrew her hand and took a few steps back.

And my mind is full of I'm going to die? Can't survive tonight?

How could I die? Could it be an infection of the wound.

I touched the gauze on my left eye and got out of bed.

He said to the woman, "Auntie, this cat can scratch people." Don't let the little girl touch the cat. ”

The woman nodded her head and said, "Understood, where are you going?"

I reluctantly said, "Go to the doctor and find out why I am dying tonight." ”

I walked out of the room, careful with almost every step.

I was afraid that I would die in an accident.

I came to the duty room of the doctor who treated me, and he is also at work today.

The doctor had just seen a patient, and there were three more waiting in the back.

I plugged in and said, "Oscar just got into my bed and is still in my bed." ”

"Which cat?" said the doctor, puzzled, putting down the case at hand.

I nodded my head and said, "It's the cat, am I going to be infected with something? I won't survive tonight?"

The doctor beckoned to me and said, "Wait, everyone, come over and let me take a closer look." ”

I walked over and the doctor took off my gauze.

The doctor looked at me for a long time and said, "The wound is almost healed, it doesn't look like there's something wrong." You also beat the rabies nursery, saying that you will die tonight, it is impossible. Have you been caught by it and persecuted?"

"I may be wrong, but the other four people in the room won't, right?" I said.

"You take me to have a look, and those who are here to check first go to the other doctor's room and line up. Sorry to let you line up for nothing. The doctor said a few words to the other patients and followed me.

I took the doctor from the outpatient clinic to the inpatient area and to the ward where I was.

At this time, the fat cat Oscar is still nestled in my bed.

The doctor gasped and said, "This is the first time I've seen it, and it turns out that the rumors are true." ”

"Doctor, do you mean I'm really going to die?" I said anxiously.

The doctor took a few steps forward and poked Oscar the fat cat with his hand.

But it didn't move.

The doctor slowly turned it over, only to find that the fat cat Oscar appeared to be dead.

The doctor put his stethoscope on his ear and pointed it at the cat's belly, listened for a moment and said, "I'm not a veterinarian, but this cat seems to be dead." So you go to the hospital corner, and there's a pet hospital that calls the veterinarian. ”

I nodded my head and just wanted to run out.

The doctor shouted again, "Wait, I'll go with you." You don't even know if you have the money, and the veterinarian doesn't necessarily invite you to come. ”

After the doctor finished speaking, he picked up the fat cat Oscar and ran out.

Fifteen minutes later, the pet hospital on the corner of the hospital.

The veterinarian examined it for a moment and said, "Dead." ”

The doctor asked, "What about the cause of death?"

The veterinarian sighed and said, "This cat is a teenager, and it is a normal death." That is, what you call old death, we have a pet funeral home here. ”

The doctor smiled and said, "No, I have a morgue in my hospital." ”

The veterinarian smiled and said, "Is this a peer stealing business?"

"This cat has been in our hospital for a few years, because some people love it and some people hate it because of the prediction of death. Giving it to the hospital for disposal can be regarded as an explanation for it. The doctor said with a smile.

"Is this the Grim Reaper cat?" said the veterinarian looking at it.

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There was silence, and the doctor paid for the consultation, picked up the fat cat Oscar and walked out.

And I followed after I got up.

"Doctor, am I going to die tonight?" I said.

"Look at it, this is just a rumor after all. The doctor said with a smile.

"But I think it has successfully predicted two people, one of whom is my mother. I said.

"People can't be so superstitious. Your wounds are fine, I can guarantee that. The doctor said.

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The doctor took the cat to the hospital's morgue.

And when I returned to the ward, I was completely blinded.

The woman and the old man asked me about the Oscars.

I said it 1510, and they stopped asking.

In the evening my dad came with dinner, and I didn't talk about Oscar's visit.

Dad came home after dinner, and I was tense in my hospital bed.

The night was getting dark, and I couldn't sleep.

Until little by little the time comes to twelve o'clock, and then it goes beyond twelve o'clock.

A little closer, a little more.

Then two, three, and then four.

It wasn't until five o'clock the next morning that I saw the morning light shining through the cracks in the curtains.

My tense nerves relaxed, and I fell into a groggy sleep.

By the time I woke up, it was noon, and that was how it passed.

But I don't know when it started, and the news that the cat who was declared dead died in my bed actually spread all over the hospital.

And the fat cat Oscar was buried in the hospital, and a reporter came here for an interview. When I was interviewed, I chose to avoid it.

The news report of Oscar the Grim Reaper appeared in the newspaper, and it was also in the encyclopedia in the news.

Six days later, the stitches were removed, leaving only a small scar on the left eye.

However, the left eye is much redder than the right eye, and the vision is a little blurry.

I explained the condition to the doctor.

The doctor smiled and said, "After covering it for seven days, it is normal to be slightly red and blurry. It will be fine in a few days, and it definitely didn't hurt the eyeball. ”

And after a few days the blur didn't get better, and I found something else.

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