It had been a day since the young master and Pilsen knew about it.

After all, no one expected that there would be such an accident in the end.

The young master and Pilson, the professor, the three of them appeared in the same ward at the same time, which was particularly strange.

Especially Pilsen didn't know him yet.

Although I have heard his name.

Pavarotti went out to look for the vase, the young master stood by the bed, the lady still didn't wake up, he said softly, "Are you okay?" ”

This was said to the professor.

"Nope." The professor's tone was not very good, nor was it very bad.

Because Taylor turned himself in, he also confessed to including this incident, and his attack on the professor, including his motives.

But the young master knows, since Reinhard told him about it, he will not simply treat the professor as a professor.

Since it was an attack on the professor, but the lady was lying here, people who knew her would probably think that she happened to be with the professor, and then it became like this.

This still doesn't explain why Taylor didn't stay behind and attack the professor, but turned himself in shortly after.

To outsiders, it is intricate and incomprehensible.

"Why hasn't the lady woken up yet?" The young master asked.

The professor was silent for a while, but answered him anyway.

The professor asked this question in the morning, and the doctor told him that because of excessive blood loss, there may have been some damage to the brain, and a long coma was possible.

Although the doctor said it very tactfully, he was clearly reminded in the end.

"It's best to be prepared for a patient who will be in a coma for a long time."

After listening to this, the young master was also silent, relatively speechless with the professor.

Pilson was so angry that he couldn't do it, after all, he had only eaten with her yesterday, and she only said that she was going to do something, and the person was lying here.

He knew both the young master and the professor, but he didn't know any of them, but they were more familiar with each other in this ward.

Coupled with the fact that the gunman was originally going for this man, and now he is sitting in front of the lady's bed to take care of him, Pilson can see that he is stupid.

But no matter how angry he was, he couldn't do anything, and after all, he was busy with work and someone to take care of the lady, so he didn't have to worry about it.

It was also the lady's own choice, and outsiders couldn't say anything, at least Plzeň didn't have a position to say what was taught.

So after a while he left angrily.

After all, he is also like an outsider, because the professor and the young master don't regard themselves as outsiders at all.

"Madame, I'll leave it to you." The young master looked at the lady who was still asleep on the bed and said to the professor.

"I'll take care of it." The professor whispered.

In this matter, he was unexpectedly soft.

After seeing off the young master and Pilsen, the ward was deserted again.

......

The professor's injuries have healed.

But the lady still didn't wake up.

The professor was still at the bedside, speaking to the lady.

At first, he was still expecting the lady to respond to him, but then it became a habit.

Pavarotti only brought things for meals and helped the professor bring a change of clothes.

The lady is now all right and in good health, except that she is not awake.

The professor did not plan to discharge the lady from the hospital, even if the injury was healed, if something happened here, the doctor would be able to take care of her in time.

"You and I have discussed my life." The professor whispered from the bedside. "I haven't experienced any setbacks, but God, this is too cruel for me."

"If I could, I wish my life had been a little more bumpy and not going through this."

"You're right, I'm too arrogant." The professor said bitterly. "It's just that in school, I really calculated the careful thinking of some students, and just got to know you a little, I always felt that I could see through everyone."

"I thought I could control the situation, but I didn't expect that Taylor, who I thought was stupid and impulsive, would also have his own considerations. I paid the price, but why should you bear it? ”

The lady was still breathing evenly, did not reply to him, did not react to it.

In the dead of night, the professor often feels deep regret and self-reproach for this incident.

The professor still glanced at the watch next to the lady's bed, looked at the time, and then said, "I took back the gift you gave me, it looks good, and I like it too." ”

He looked at the gift box next to the bed and the watch, and said, "But I still hope that you can help me put it on yourself." ”

"Good night, ma'am." The professor, as always, kisses the lady at night before going to bed.

But Sleeping Beauty never woke up.

......

He's done telling their story.

I've finished telling their past.

So now I can only occasionally make small talk and talk to myself for a while.

"It's my birthday." The professor said. "My birthday wish is for you to celebrate me."

"You promised me a gift for my birthday. The watch doesn't count, you must give me another gift. The professor said. For me, there's no better gift than when you wake up. ”

He looked at the lady and looked at her, but she, as always, did not respond.

Pavarotti brought a birthday cake.

The professor has a sweet tooth the most.

And if he eats more sweet, he may be in a better mood.

"I remember when we used to be in Uniprojado, we used to enjoy your cake together in the afternoon." The professor took his cake and said to the lady.

There was a lot going on after Cesare's downfall, but unfortunately no one could get him out of this ward.

Pavarotti did not persuade him, but instead helped him push away all the people who might be disturbing him.

He finished his work and finally walked out the door.

Before closing the door, he told God that if the professor had made a choice between the two, at least ask God to answer him and not let him lose both.

"It's a pity you can't enjoy it." The professor said. "If you're in a bad mood, you used to add a little sugar and a lot of strawberries on it, and you know I hate strawberries the most."

"Even if you don't really like it." The professor laughed to himself. "You've known me better than you think."

"I obviously didn't tell you these things, but you just know that you know me a little bit, maybe not comprehensive, but so delicate that people can't imagine it."

After a few months, when the snow had begun to fall, the professor went to the window, originally to let the lady breathe, but now that it was a little cold, he came to close the window.

The professor has recently bought a lot of books, reads them around the lady, and sometimes reads them to her when he encounters something interesting, and expresses his feelings.

I also read some love poems that should have made a lady's face red.

"You're right, I shouldn't be looking at these 'miserable' things." The professor said, putting down what he was holding. "I shouldn't have seen Shakespeare."

"This seventeenth-eighteenth-century notion that romantic love occasionally ends happily, and you can't stand it, my God." The professor said, and then removed all of Shakespeare's works from his side.

He picked up a black book, paused again, and put it down.

He called Pavarotti and asked him to help him find a copy of The Sinner's Psychology.