Chapter 3: Soul Disorder

I don't know how long I've been asleep, but my head still hurts terribly, and my throat is very dry, so I can't help but cry out for "water". Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

It was a big deal, because I found myself unable to make a sound, and no one around me could hear it. I panicked and looked down to see that I was floating in the air, but why was there still me in the hospital bed?

In the huge hospital and the huge ward, Lu Jingran held the sleeping "my" hand tightly with both hands, he lowered his head, put the "my" hand on his forehead, and called softly.

My soul has left the body? I can't get in anymore...... Then I'...... Is it dead? cried sadly, and quickly covered his mouth, for fear of being heard, and found that he had done so much. Lu Jingran, who was waiting, couldn't hear it, Lingling, who was standing at the other end of the wall, couldn't hear it, couldn't hear the parents who hurried to hear the bad news about their daughter, and couldn't hear the classmates who were crying outside the ward.

The medical instruments on the bedside table dripped away, and suddenly there was a sharp noise, everyone hurriedly called the doctor, and "I" was pushed into the operating room again.

The lights came on, and the door was slammed shut.

I floated in the air, staring intently at the neon lights in the operating room.

Time is moving silently.

The surgeon was the first to come out, he took off his mask, and said expressionlessly, "I'm sorry, we've done our best." ”

With just one sentence, I was sentenced to death.

Mom fainted sadly, holding her dad with tears on his face. Lingling threw herself into Lu Jingran's arms and kept blaming herself: "It's all my fault, it's me who didn't protect Su Yao, I shouldn't have called her out, let alone asked her to go to the bar......"

My tears welled up in my eyes and soon evaporated in the air.

Vegetable.

I became vegetative.

Lu Jingran took on the responsibility of taking care of me as a husband, and he would come to the hospital every day as soon as he finished his business, talk to me, and give me a massage. Sometimes I come with Lingling. Lingling put the fresh apples in the juicer, then took the apple juice and handed it to Lu Jingran, who carefully dipped it with a cotton swab and soaked the corners of my mouth.

I wasn't dead, but being in a vegetative state was hard for me to accept.

When I know this fact, I always feel helpless. My soul can go wherever I want, but it can't get into my body anyway. Sometimes looking at Lingling's obsessive eyes at Lu Jingran, I really want to fulfill her.

But I couldn't do anything.

Except for waiting for death or a miracle to wake up.

Lingling likes Lu Jingran, I have known it since a long time.

In this way, Lu Jingran took care of me, and Lingling "took care" of Lu Jingran, but if it wasn't for what I saw with my own eyes that time, I would never believe that my best friend, the so-called my good sister Yang Lingling, is actually such a femme fatale.