10.

"Do you know if you're allergic to cephalosporin or if you want to die?" A doctor in a white coat stood in front of Lin Anyu's bed.

The surroundings are extremely quiet, the very pungent smell of potion permeates the whole room, Lin Anyu never goes to the hospital when she is sick, she usually goes to the small clinic at the mouth of the alley, where there is often a row of people sitting on a bed hanging water, and then there is no need to do a skin test for injections and water, she was almost dead of allergies because of the injection and no skin test.

The snow-white quilt was dazzling, and Lin Anyu told himself that he had to leave this place quickly, otherwise it would cost a lot of money to stay for an extra minute.

"Doctor, I'll be fine." "It's good that you sent it in time, otherwise it wouldn't have taken long for you to die."

"Then I can be discharged from the hospital." "Wait until you've hung up this bottle of water, and then go for a check." Lin Anyu looked at the infusion bottle that was still half left, "Doctor, can I not hang it?" ”

"You're really planning to die." The doctor, who was just about to leave, turned his head suddenly.

Lin Anyu lowered his head gently, even the dust in the air flew cautiously, and he was silent for a long time, as small as the voice buried in the dust, "I don't have any money." ”

The doctor was a little stunned, and he saw in the eyes of this sixteen-year-old girl the loneliness and helplessness that did not fit her age, and the bottomless humility. He put away his voice that was a little disgusted just now, "You don't have to worry about it, someone has helped you give money, you can leave after hanging this bottle." ”

"Thank you, I can...... Can you ask who gave the money? Lin Anyu raised his head again.

"This, that person won't let you say it, but you don't have to care, that person didn't let you pay it back." After the doctor left, as if she was the only one left in the world, Lin Anyu sat up and watched the water in the infusion bottle flow down the tube drop by drop, and then the hand was cold, and it flowed down the blood vessel and didn't know where it flowed.

She felt the urge to pull the needle out, and she gave up after leaving her hand at the needle for a long time. Lin Anyu turned the axis that controlled the speed and slid it to the fastest.

She seemed to enjoy the pleasure of her veins being hit by the speed, even though the soreness around the needle was a little painful, and the bruised tendons and the slightly bulging flesh around her seemed to explode in the next moment, rushing out of the potion.

Lin Anyu pressed the bulging places around him hard, as if he was about to squeeze out the needle, trembling in pain, but still smiling happily. No one knows how cool, comfortable, and free she is now. And how sad, how lonely, how desperate.