The curtains in the lounge are covered and pulled thickly, and the quiet darkness is tightly closed, keeping all the noise and hustle and bustle out.

During the day, the rest room on duty is almost empty, and most of the doctors on the night shift choose to go home to catch up on sleep, and the airtight and dull air only faintly echoes the slight noise of laminar flow machine air delivery.

Lu Xiubai lay on his side on the small bed, slumped over the thin blanket stained with the smell of disinfectant water in his hand, and sunk his head into the pillow, the pinhole in his left arm was still vaguely painful.

The chaotic thoughts gradually faded in the sound of breathing, and the stability of intramuscular injection slowly took effect.

He fell asleep like this.

Pure white.

Daylight.

The thin and sick girl on the hospital bed turned the pages of the heavy yellowed book in her hand, and under her long dry and messy hair was a delicate and miserable little white face, facing the quiet and soft sunlight by the window, like a butterfly perched on the tip of a petal.

The beauty is unbearable.

"Brother, are you here?"

The hoarse voice suddenly jumped out of a few hints of excitement.

The girl put down the book in her hand and looked up at him, and when she got closer, she found that her pretty little face was stained with deep blood, and a large red rash was covered with pus after ulcers, and drop by drop mixed with dark blood clots flowed down.

"Why is the eczema on your face worse again? Didn't Aunt Chen help you deal with your wounds? ”

The voice of anxious reproach came from behind him.

Lu Xiubai realized that in this long and empty space, there was another teenager standing, with a light blue bloated school uniform and a sterile isolation gown, carrying a bag in his hand.

The familiar silhouette with sharp edges and angularities is clearly childish.

He hurriedly picked up the gauze iodine at the head of the bed, lowered his body and carefully helped the girl deal with the festering and bleeding wound, and the hand movement of pinching the cotton ball was extremely gentle.

It's like caring for a dream that will shatter at the touch of a button.

The girl tilted her head and let him move, a sly smile in her half-closed apricot eyes, she reached out and pinched the corner of the boy's clothes, and giggled.

"Auntie went to dinner, I want my brother to help me bandage."

"You girl, you can't joke with your body, did you hear it, the doctor said that your blood clotting function is not good, and this kind of injury must be treated as soon as possible."

"When the time comes, I will be infected ......"

The boy still twisted his eyebrows and whispered to the doctor about the precautions, but he didn't notice that the girl got up slowly, and gently tapped the tip of his upturned nose on his eyebrows as he treated the wound.

"As long as my brother is here, Bai Zhi is not afraid of anything."

"Brother......

The girl stared straight into the boy's eyes, as if there was a sinking galaxy there, which gave people the courage to chase the fire of moths.

"White Branch...... Don't, don't make a fuss, the wound is bleeding again. ”

The young man's expression looked a little unnatural, and he carefully carried her back to her place, and after covering the quilt, he stammered a little when he spoke.

"Yes, by the way, I brought you a new book today, and I have specially disinfected it, so you won't be infected with germs."

"It's the kind of book you like, I've been looking for it for a long time."

"Really, as long as it's given by my brother, I like it."

The girl happily took the book, the haze under her eyes flashed, and she even tilted her head to laugh softly somewhere out of sight.

It's like saying hello to someone.

Lu Xiubai stood quietly aside, silently watching all this like a transparent person, the girl's gaze was innocent and pure, but he always felt that she smiled at the last turn.

It's towards oneself.

Before the boy came in, he clearly saw the moment when the girl deliberately used her hand to re-tear the wound that had long been scabbed, and blood mixed with pus flowed down.

It's like an evil ghost.