Maybe it's because these days are really a little depressing, and Zhou Ping can't hold back a little.

He had witnessed so much death and despair in the after-effects of the earthquake, and the blood and wails he saw in the Sixth Hospital this morning were deeply engraved in his memory, and he could not dissipate them.

It may also be the care of the stranger, the doctor, and the matter of Duan Ang that makes him feel very uncomfortable.

Zhou Ping grabbed his hair vigorously with both hands, buried his whole face between his arms, he didn't cry, he couldn't cry at all, he just felt very painful.

His heart was filled with helplessness about life.

Obviously, he prepared so much in advance, learned so much knowledge, and considered so many situations, but when he really encountered these things, he was still so at a loss and powerless.

He felt that he couldn't change anything at all, all the preparations were in vain, and even Duan Ang was about to become a vegetative person, what else could he do except send people to the hospital?

What can change?

A single earthquake can wipe out tens of thousands of people, and if there is another wildfire, a storm, or even a small illness, it will all be in vain.

People are trapped in the sky, and their efforts are in vain, and they can't change anything at all.

What to do, what can be done, these things he is simply powerless to solve, he can't do anything.

It was this feeling of powerlessness that made him feel unprecedented despair, just like once he also watched the death of his father, the death of his mother, the death of his wife, and the relatives around him left one by one, always leaving him alone in this world.

He had tried very hard to digest it, but, why should he do this, he would rather all these misfortunes befall him, take him away too, and don't leave him here alone.

Don't think about it anymore, the more you think about it, the more painful it becomes, you should pick yourself up and indulge in this useless suffering, which will not help the status quo in any way.

Zhou Ping was tormented on the one hand, and comforted himself on the other.

The great grief turned into a stream of grief that could be easily felt by the doctor sitting next to him.

It turns out that emotions really don't need words to be transmitted.

The doctor sighed, just saw Feng Yueyi coming over with the medicine, so he took the medicine and let Feng Yueyi wait outside, he didn't want Zhou Ping to show his fragile appearance in front of a little girl.

Feng Yueyi waited outside.

Sitting on the cold rubber bench, I still feel that my body is trembling slightly, and it is cold.

She was a little worried about Zhou Ping, he looked very bad, but she also knew that no amount of relief at this time was useless, let him figure it out himself.

Zhou Ping is not the kind of person who can be easily crossed.

There are not so many people in Kyoto's hospitals, if not very few.

Even when the heating was on, it was full of deep desertion, and the doctors and family members who passed by were wearing masks and could not see their expressions.

Feng Yueyi has a feeling that she has come from the warm-hearted Sichuan and Shu to the cold northern country.

Soon, after Zhou Ping finished the injection and applied the ointment, the two went to wait outside Duan Ang's ward.

There was only one person in the ward who could accompany them, and the two of them kept sitting on the plastic stool outside, and over time, their hands and feet became cold, and their faces and ears were red again.

"I'll go and change Ye Jia out, and the two of you go to open a room nearby to rest and eat something."

"What about you?"

"I'm okay."

Zhou Ping found a nurse to call Ye Jia out to exchange with her, but Ye Jia refused.

"You need to rest, and if you go on like this, you will fall before he wakes up."

Ye Jia's eyes were red and swollen, her face was dull, she was a teenager overnight, and her sideburns were a little gray at a young age.

"You really need to rest." turned his head and called Feng Yueyi.

"Hmm." Feng Yueyi responded, and hurriedly walked over to support Ye Jia, "Sister Jiajia, let's go, if you faint again, it will be purely adding to the chaos." ”

As soon as she said this, Ye Jia glanced at Zhou Ping, said thank you with difficulty in a hoarse voice, and the two quickly left the hospital.

Zhou Ping stayed in the ward to guard.

After leaving the hospital, Feng Yueyi found a double room, she originally wanted to order something to eat, but she didn't expect Ye Jia to fall asleep on the bed.

Sighing heavily, Feng Yueyi wrapped her in the quilt and turned on the heating.

Fate was too unfair to Ye Jia, she should have had a happy family, but God wanted to play such a bad joke with her.

After sitting in the room for a while, Feng Yueyi was also so hungry that she was uncomfortable, seeing that Ye Jia was still asleep, she went downstairs to buy a thermal lunch box, went to a nearby restaurant to order food, and asked them to put the food in the lunch box.

Then rushed to the hospital and delivered food to Zhou Ping.

It's so cold in Kyoto that if you just carry a regular lunch box, the food will definitely be cold after such a journey.

Passing by the store outside the hospital, Feng Yueyi saw an electric hot water bottle and bought another one to take to the hospital.

She didn't expect that she was still sweating hot in the hospital in the morning, and when she arrived here at night, she was frozen and doubtful about her life.

Watching Zhou Ping finish eating, Feng Yueyi told him to keep warm, so as not to catch a cold and be troublesome.

took the lunch box and went back to wash it, after leaving the hospital, Feng Yueyi went to a nearby supermarket to buy some daily necessities, originally she thought she was quite able to survive, but as soon as she returned to the hotel, she fell asleep on the bed.

The quilt was forgotten, and it was a cold awakening.

"It's been a long time since I've covered the quilt, I'm really not used to it......"

Feng Yueyi muttered and rolled over, and finally fell asleep in the warm quilt.

The frost and snow in the north are jaw-dropping, and the days in the hospital pass quickly, half a month has passed in the blink of an eye, and it is still difficult for Feng Yueyi and the three of them to switch from the scorching heat and cold winter.

Half a month later.

Duan Ang's medical expenses have already spent six or seven hundred thousand, all of which were paid in advance by the construction site, otherwise no one, whether it is Zhou Ping or Ye Jia, would not be able to pay such an expensive expense.

But after spending so much money to get in, his condition still did not improve in the slightest.

Although there were similar signs of waking up halfway, his condition was also stabilized and did not develop in a bad direction, but it seemed that he was far away from actually waking up.

The doctor said that it could be concluded that he had become a vegetative person, and although there was a possibility of waking up, it was not very likely, so they should be mentally prepared.

If the treatment continues, it will only be a waste of money, and after Zhou Ping and Feng Yueyi took turns to persuade Ye Jia, she no longer insisted, and everyone expected to go home.

Zhou Ping let Ye Jia live in Dashi Village, which was convenient to take care of and relieve her of a lot of burdens, and Ye Jia agreed.

In this way, the group returned from Kyoto by plane, half a month after the earthquake, but the impact of the earthquake did not disappear at all, and waves of suffering tormented the people in the area, and I heard that those who fled from the south to take refuge in other cities in order to escape the storm and the strong typhoon.

The earth is angry, and who can be left alone.