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When the knife pierced her abdomen, the first thing Che Anwen felt was not pain, but a chill, the coolness of the metal cutting through the **, followed by the pain of drilling into the heart.

Yan Yan was frightened by the consequences of her mistake, and stood there in a daze, her eyes glazed over, and Che Anwen felt distressed for a while. She wanted to raise her hand to touch Yan Yan's face, but her body was as heavy as lead, and all her senses were drained from the pain and a lot of blood loss, and her vision became more and more blurred......

After that, it was like a marquee, all of which turned into frame after frame, shaking in front of my eyes with an unreal feeling. There was always a trace of consciousness left in the corner of the chaotic brain, and all kinds of images were intertwined in his mind, and the behavior of the people around him was also a little ethereal like a hazy barrier. The nurses hurriedly called the ambulance, the assistant who went out to run errands looked panicked when he entered the house, the medical staff rushed into the house in a mess, the closed and small space in the ambulance, the thick smell of disinfectant in the hospital, the white clothes in a hurry around, the dazzling lights in the operating room, the body that lost consciousness instantly after the anesthetic was injected, and the sound of doctors and nurses talking in the dark......

She couldn't control her brain to receive these messages that she didn't care about, she only cared about one thing, what happened to Yan Yan? Is there anyone to take care of her? If no one was around, would she hurt herself again......

Maybe the body is really too tired, and under the emotion of worrying about Yan Yan, the consciousness slowly becomes blurred, and then falls asleep.

This article was originally serialized in Jin^jiang Literature City

Che Anwen was woken up by pain, she didn't know how long she had been asleep, but judging from the light on in the ward, the time was already night, that is, it had been at least ten hours since the accident.

The mother's face was imprinted, and her expression was full of worry and anxiety. Che Anwen opened her mouth, and her dry throat made it very difficult for her to speak: "How is Yan Yan?" ”

A trace of helplessness and distress flashed in her mother's eyes: "At home, accompanied by a nurse, don't worry." ”

"You didn't do anything to her, did you?"

The mother, who was pouring her water to drink, glanced at her: "You are the one who holds it like a baby, what can I do to her." ”

Che Anwen cast a grateful look at her mother, who ignored her and took a small spoon and fed water into her mouth little by little.

After feeding the water, her mother said to her seriously: "Wenwen, if it doesn't work like this, let's send the child to a nursing home." You're injured now, and you can't take care of her, so send it to a nursing home first, and then pick her up when you're better, okay? ”

Che Anwen was silent. She knew that her mother was right, Yan Yan's condition was far more serious than she thought, she was injured again, and she didn't know when she would be discharged from the hospital, leaving Yan Yan at home was no longer a good move. In desperation, Che Anwen nodded and responded to her mother's suggestion. Her mother comforted her that she must find the best sanatorium in City A and settle down well. Cha Anwen is grateful for her mother's deep righteousness.

Yan Yan's matter was handed over to her mother and assistant, and she recuperated with peace of mind, only hoping to be discharged from the hospital as soon as possible so that she could take Yan Yan home. No matter how good the conditions of the sanatorium are, that kind of closed environment will definitely make people uneasy, and the thought of Yan Yan being alone in that kind of place makes her feel terrible.

Che Anwen has to ask her assistant Yan Yan about her situation every day, and the answer she gets every time is that everything is fine. Although she also knew that there was most of the comfort in these words, she couldn't debunk it, after all, she couldn't do anything.

At the request of her mother, Che Anwen stayed in the hospital for more than a month and was discharged after making sure that the wound would not open again. She couldn't wait to see Yan Yan, and accompanied by her assistant, she didn't even have time to return home and went to the sanatorium.

The sanatorium is indeed the best sanatorium in City A, in order to allow Yan Yan to get the best care, Che Anwen's mother also donated a grant to the sanatorium in the name of Che Anwen. Che Anwen rushed to the sanatorium and saw that Yan Yan was living in the best single ward, and the conditions were better than she imagined, so she was a little relieved.

However, as soon as she was about to step into the ward, the assistant grabbed her and told her something with a confused expression. Due to the stimulation she received when she was stabbed, Yan Yan's paranoia was even more serious than before, and she no longer recognized people.

Che Anwen didn't believe that Yan Yan would not recognize her, and Yan Yan would never forget her if anyone forgot her. She pushed away the assistant and walked into Yan Yan's hospital room, and saw Yan Yan cowering in the corner, looking at the ground in front of her with empty eyes. The emaciated man looked so helpless, so desperate.

"Yan Yan ......" Che Anwen approached her and reached out to touch the person she had missed for a long time. Yan Yan raised her head when she heard the voice, and her dull eyes made Che Anwen's heart ache. Suppressing the strong emotions in her heart, Che Anwen tried to squeeze out a smile on Yan Yan.

Yan Yan's originally dull gaze seemed to have a glimmer of light, and Che Anwen was excited, thinking that Yan Yan really recognized her. It's just that she didn't have time to be happy, Yan Yan's mood suddenly collapsed, almost without warning, Yan Yan began to cry, shrank in the corner and didn't dare to look at Che Anwen anymore, and kept muttering something in her mouth. Che Anwen couldn't hear clearly, she wanted to hug Yan Yan, but she knew that she couldn't stimulate Yan Yan at will at this time, so she just tried to call Yan Yan's name again.

However, as soon as Yan Yan heard her voice, her emotions became even more agitated, and she slammed her head against the wall with a twist of her body. Che Anwen was startled and hurriedly hugged her. Yan Yan struggled in her arms, crying and shouting, "I'm going to accompany her!" I'm going to accompany her! ”

Doctors and nurses rushed in, fixed Yan Yan on the bed, and injected her with tranquilizers. Che Anwen watched from the side, watching Yan Yan, who was originally emotional, become more and more hollow after being injected with tranquilizers, like a soul being withdrawn, like a walking corpse......

This article was originally serialized in Jin^jiang Literature City

Yan Yan's reaction was something that no one expected, after talking to the doctor, Che Anwen knew that Yan Yan had been sick from time to time since she entered the nursing home, and from time to time she had suicidal thoughts, the doctor had hypnosis treatment on Yan Yan, and found that Yan Yan subconsciously felt that Che Anwen was dead, and she killed it with her own hands. Yan Yan usually hallucinates, but the reaction was not as intense as this time, so the doctor deduced that it was Che Anwen's appearance that stimulated Yan Yan's emotions.

For this result, Che Anwen couldn't accept it, she didn't believe that Yan Yan really didn't know her, and she didn't believe that Yan Yan was really crazy. But the facts hit her again and again, forcing her to accept the reality, Yan Yan really didn't know her anymore. No matter what she said to Yan Yan, Yan Yan always thought that she was just a phantom, an illusion, and then hurt herself again and again.

She didn't understand why Yan Yan didn't know her, it was clear that Yan Yan was thinking about her, but when she stood in front of Yan Yan, Yan Yan not only couldn't accept her, but also kept hurting herself because of this. Che Anwen was scared, she didn't dare to appear in front of Yan Yan again, every time she went to the nursing home, she just stood outside the ward, looking at her lover who was quietly in a daze inside, and then turned around and left silently, not daring to say a word to Yan Yan again, not daring to call Yan Yan's name again.

However, what made her even more heartbroken was that Yan Yan's condition gradually stabilized. She couldn't accept that Yan Yan was gradually getting better because she couldn't see her, she hoped that she could become a good medicine to cure Yan Yan, and she hoped that she could become Yan Yan's best protection. However, her lover didn't seem to need her at all, and she became the trigger for the aggravation of Yan Yan's condition.

Che Anwen was desperate, she gradually stopped going to the sanatorium to see Yan Yan, she couldn't see Yan Yan completely forgetting her, she couldn't see Yan Yan who was better off because of her, this was an extremely cruel and sad thing for her.

Although Yan Yan's paranoia gradually improved, her depression did not improve, she was anorexic, she still had thoughts of self-harm, and her emotions were still becoming more and more negative. The doctor discussed with Che Anwen whether to give Yan Yan an electroconvulsive treatment to try the effect, so that Yan Yan's body would be unbearable, and also told Che Anwen that electroconvulsive therapy may cause amnesia, but this amnesia is temporary and will recover slowly.

With Che Anwen's consent, the doctor performed electroconvulsive treatment on Yan Yan, who was severely depressed. The electroconvulsive treatment was successful, Yan Yan's mood was completely different from before, there were obvious signs of recovery, and at the same time, as the doctor expected, Yan Yan did have symptoms of memory loss.

The doctor comforted Che Anwen, saying that it was only temporary, Che Anwen nodded weakly, she didn't care at all, anyway, Yan Yan had forgotten her, what difference did it make if she lost her memory or not. However, after a period of time, what everyone didn't expect was that Yan Yan showed no signs of recovering her memory at all, and she had complete amnesia.

Hearing this news, Che Anwen was relieved. It's okay to forget, forget those painful pasts, forget it. If forgetting can make Yan Yan's life better, she is willing to be the one who is forgotten by Yan Yan.

(End of chapter)

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A doctor's story

During the meal, I met a doctor who was popular and dedicated and could tell stories.

When he came to Xinjiang, he encountered a tricky matter as soon as he went, a very prestigious old man in the local area was seriously ill and had fallen into a coma, breathing heavily, and his muscles were spasms.

There are no medical conditions in the local area, open chest, put on a ventilator, it is impossible.

He stood by empty-handed, looked at it for a while, and said to find a newspaper.

The locals thought he was a witch doctor, but there was no other way, "what kind of newspaper"

He thought for a moment and said, let's report that day.

Someone rushed to buy a brand new one.

He picked it out from the inside, picked out the front page, rolled a cone, and rested it on the old man's face, covering his mouth and nose.

Everyone waited, and after five or six minutes, the old man began to breathe normally, and after an hour he was already able to speak.

The relatives knelt down and called for a miracle doctor, and our table of people was stupid. He said that the patient is actually respiratory alkalosis, because rapid breathing exhales the acidic carbon dioxide in the body excessively, so a paper awl is equivalent to sucking back part of the exhaled carbon dioxide, which is fine.

I asked him, "Why do you want to press the newspaper?"

He smiled: "The paper is good, hard." ”

Later, he cured many diseases and was known as a magic lamp for the people of Xinjiang. The Uyghur aunt cured the illness and gratefully held his hand: "Be sure to bring a good message to the old man □□ him." ”

He said sincerely: "Auntie, now it is the third generation of the leadership collective. ”

I thought about this conversation in the middle of the night and laughed aloud.

He said that he had never encountered a medical dispute in his life, and neither did his department, which I didn't believe me.

He smiled and told a story, saying that there was a comrade under him who had seen all the common diseases of old age all his life, and the youngest patient was also in his eighties. Once, for some reason, a girl came to see a doctor, and the two talked and laughed, and the stethoscope listened to it for fifteen minutes.

The second place was an old lady, who had been waiting in the back line. Finally, when the time came, the comrade patronized and said goodbye to the girl, without looking at the old lady, and the old lady said, "Listen to me", and was impatiently beaten on her clothes with a stethoscope, and then she finished speaking, and in more than a minute, the medical treatment was over.

The old lady was not happy and shouted, "Hooligans." ”

There was a big commotion, and he heard it upstairs, and asked the nurse to invite the old lady up.

The nurse solemnly introduced: "This is our leader, the most authoritative doctor." ”

He came up and shook the old lady's hand, with a sad expression: "It's too much." Tell me that I'm going to fire him. ”

The old lady was embarrassed: "No, no, just give a punishment." ”

Then he personally treated the old lady. The old lady handed over her medical records, and the old man measured his blood pressure every fifteen minutes every day, so the record was probably as thick as a long one.

He said that in fact, these things are not useful for seeing a doctor, but the most important thing for the doctor is to read these numbers "intoxicated", and then carefully auscultate the old lady for a long time, and most importantly, "make eye contact".

When the old lady went out, she said, "The sick are half healed." ”

He went to Shaanxi for a free clinic, treated a hemiplegic patient, and went back to visit the next year, and saw that this person came crooked and limped, and said that he was cured, and he was very grateful.

He had no choice but to say that it was nothing, that this was what I should do, that I was not sent by the Party Central Committee.

The other party was shy and surprised: "The general secretary is so busy, are you still thinking about me?"

He coughed, "Isn't it?" ”

Miss Free and Miss Rebounding

My first girlfriend taught me a simple criterion: to see how a person is doing, to see whether he is free.

If he's always unavailable when you ask him out, and he's really not available, he's not going to be doing very well. If he is always on the go, then his happiness index should be high.

"Miss Free" is always available. Every time I asked her to make an appointment, whether it was a week ago or an hour ago, whether by phone or text, she always replied immediately: "No problem." "Great." "What time is it?" It's not like I have to wait two hours to text back, and when I do, I have to listen: "Who else?" "Where's the appointment?" "What to eat?" If the person, time, or food is not right, the friendship is also unlucky.

You may think that "Miss Free" is very idle, but she is the general manager of Rili Wanji. What's even more powerful is that she will not be with her, and she will not refuse any friend to come. So when I ask her out, if she has already made an appointment with someone else, she will invite me to join. That is, when I want to meet her, she will always let me see her. "Miss Free" made me see the characteristics of "doing well". People who are doing well are always on the move. She roams, but not to run. She can do what she needs to do on any time and space, and there is no reason why she can't hurry or leave.

People who live well are resilient. Yourself or a friend is someone who can adjust or integrate. So she can do any permutation and combination without over-dividing the time. You ask her for vegetarian food, and she's already eating hot pot, so she invites you to eat vegetarian hot pot, and you willingly accept.

People who are doing well will always be able to answer their mobile phones. I'm not having a good time, and I often miss the phone, but what I really don't answer may be my heart. I often think that busyness is directly proportional to achievement, and happy people must conquer the city. But "Miss Free" made me see that as long as I can recover the lost ground of time, it is the greatest happiness.

"Miss Rebounding" can't play basketball, but she can catch rebounds. In fact, she's a rebounder herself.

She loves to swim, but she doesn't swim well. She always used the standard pool as a bathtub to soak. Although she is not a player, she has a very professional movement, which is to swim to the end, reverse the kick against the wall, and swim back in the opposite direction. Her reversal is beautiful because she neither splashes nor makes a sound.

I say she's rebounding because she always bounces off a frustration that she can't shoot. I love the reversal of her swim because she doesn't make the bounce a laugh.

"Miss Rebounding" has had some hard time, although you can't see it. Her closest family member, who died when she was a child. Her business used to be prosperous, but now the phone rarely rings anymore.

For the past, if you ask her not to run away, if you don't ask, she won't bring it up. It's like the plot of a TV series, I was so sad to die when I watched it, and after watching it, I could immediately turn my head and scold the child who didn't take a bath.

We all carry burdens on the road of life. Obviously no one fired at us, and we were still crawling forward. The wind and grass are moving, and we are all bowing and shadowing. The baggage is good, and it keeps us from making the same mistakes. But it's also bad, it blinds us to new possibilities.

Baggage naturally brings preconceptions, so we don't eat this thing, we don't deal with that person. The longer you live, the more taboos you have.

"Miss Rebounding" takes life and herself very lightly, so the burden of thousands of pounds has become air. She has no taboos, no matter which restaurant she goes to, she eats everything. She has no vision, no dreams, no career plans. The purpose of her life seems to be to send everyone home.

I know a lot of successful people who are beautiful hollow balls. Their faces never hit the floor hard, bouncing around directionlessly. My good friend wasn't successful, but I think her ball is more interesting.

Kill yourself

A small zebra is immersed in the water, it is leisurely and at ease, completely unaware of the danger that is going to be. On the shore, there was a lioness who was several times larger than it was watching it, and the lioness did not act rashly, not because she was not sure, but because she did not know the depth of the water, so she waited for the opportunity.

Soon, the little zebra stood up contentedly and stretched its body. It made a fatal mistake and was perceived by the enemy on the shore: Oh, the water is so shallow, it is only up to your knees. The lioness struck sharply, and when it hit, it gnawed at the zebra's throat, then tore the flesh and feasted on it.

The lioness eats on a small floating island, and she has no intention of sharing the food with her companions. There were lions on the shore, and they salivated from a distance when they saw it eating so happily. But when I came a little late, I didn't dare to act rashly: I didn't know the depth of the water, so I didn't swim over to grab food. The lioness clings to the food and enjoys it to the fullest. Accidentally, the food fell into the water, it went into the water and grabbed it, and as soon as it stood up, the lions understood: Oh, the water is so shallow, it only reaches your knees. Without saying a word, we went into the water and hugged together. The hungry lion pack snatched the lioness's dinner and shared.

Everyone doesn't want to fall, they just want to get up. Inadvertently, a high-flying gesture gives all the onlookers insight into what kind of person you are, where your hole cards are, how deep the water is - oh, it turns out to be so shallow, and you expose yourself.

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