The old aunt then told me that since someone from the family is here, let's go and see it quickly, it's been almost a week since I lived here. So I nodded again and again in a panic, and then asked the old aunt where the address of the hospital was, and the old aunt said that it was near here, but in fact, it was not a hospital, but the staff health station of our unit.

After saying that, she enthusiastically told me how to go, and then enthusiastically took my luggage to her house, saying that I would just go, it was inconvenient to carry the luggage, and she kept it for me temporarily.

After thanking my aunt, I trotted all the way to the health station. When I was on the road, I felt very complicated. Because as far as I know about my master, if he is in a state of clear consciousness, even if he goes to the hospital for examination, he will never stay in the hospital, and he will definitely be noisy to leave. Now that he has been living for a week, he is either delirious or so sick that he must be hospitalized.

When I arrived at the health station, I quickly found Master's ward. It was a three-person room with a row of beds, and Master lived in the innermost one. At the bedside was an aunt about the same age as the old aunt before, who was concentrating on knitting wool. Judging from the state of the quilt piled up on the hospital bed, there is a person sleeping on it at the moment, but because of the curtain, I haven't been able to see Master's face.

I took a few deep breaths to ease my breath, after all, I ran all the way, I can't let Master see me in such a hurry, repeating it after many days, but be happy, I can't let him worry because of his illness. Then I walked in, and when the sweater saw me, she didn't speak, just kept looking at me. And when I walked around the curtain, I saw Master on the hospital bed, with an oxygen tube in his nose and a slightly open mouth, sleeping soundly.

I don't know why, the emotion I had been brewing for a long time suddenly turned into a kind of sadness. In fact, I was sad not only because of Master's illness, but because I saw Master lying on the hospital bed, emaciated, weak, and strained, and his face, which was originally quite plump, also sunk in, and he was originally only a little gray hair, but now he was full of gray hair, the wrinkles on his forehead were much deeper than in my impression, and the corners of his eyes were also a little moist, as if he was secreting tears because of sleeping.

Under the intense sadness, I couldn't hold back at all, and I couldn't help crying, but I was afraid that the sound of my crying would wake up the master, and I was afraid that I would feel even more uncomfortable when I saw me crying, so when I whimpered for the first time, I immediately covered my mouth with my hand, but even so, my nose quickly blocked up in an instant, and the sight of my eyes also changed from clear to blurred in an instant.

The sweater knitting aunt cried when she saw me walk in, and was a little surprised at first, but soon guessed that I was familiar with the "Mr. Lin" in the neighborhood. So she quickly put down the ball of yarn in her hand, walked up to me, held my arm and whispered, Little girl, are you Mr. Lin's family? You're here, don't cry.

My aunt is coaxing me in a way of coaxing children, if it were usual, I would probably roll my eyes and then 10,000 crows flew in my heart, but at this moment, her words, somehow, made it even more difficult for me to suppress the sadness in my heart. Because at that time, in addition to being sad, I felt more afraid in my heart, although I didn't want to admit it, but I was really afraid that one day I would lose my master, lose the person in this world in front of me, and the person closest to me.

It took me a few minutes before I calmed down a little, and I can't remember how many years had passed since the last time I cried so badly, so long that I almost couldn't remember. Because I have not been a crying person since I was a child, children who grow up in special backgrounds will always be more resistant to tossing than those flowers in the greenhouse, so I rarely cry, so little that I almost forget the taste of crying. Now this catharsis, I don't know if it's because I've been depressed for too long.

My aunt pulled me to sit next to her, and her hand kept patting me on the shoulder, comforting me. She probably couldn't understand why I was crying so sadly, maybe she guessed my thoughts, she said to me, don't worry, child, the doctor has already said that as long as the bruises in the brain are cleaned up, take care of it, and control the mood and mood, it will still slowly get better. It's just that Mr. Lin has reached this age, and it will be more troublesome to treat, but this kind of disease is only easy for people of this age.

After she finished speaking, she sighed, and then said, alas, fortunately, it was found early, and the doctor also said that if it was sent half an hour late, I am afraid that someone would go.

I agree with what she said, it is true that when you reach an age, you have to pay more attention to your body than when you are younger. But Master would never have suffered a cerebral hemorrhage so easily. Although I don't know much about medicine, I know that most of the symptoms of cerebral hemorrhage are related to one's own blood pressure, and if the blood pressure rises suddenly, it may cause the blood vessels in the skull to burst and cause cerebral hemorrhage. And I also know that a cerebral hemorrhage can make people unconscious, so I asked my aunt, has he been like this all these days? The aunt told me, that's not it, after being sent in that day, I had first aid, and I woke up, this Mr. Lin kept saying that he was going to be discharged from the hospital, and his life had to be decided by himself, and the doctor and our neighbors had been persuading him, so that he was willing to continue the treatment.

The aunt paused and said that these days, I am a little sleepy, and my spirit is not as good as before, but my consciousness is still quite clear, and I know that I am hungry and go to the toilet. The doctor said that this kind of sudden acute cerebral hemorrhage will be more troublesome to treat, but Mr. Lin doesn't know why, not only is it not so serious, but he also meets the conditions for surgery.

I nodded, a little proud in my heart, thinking that my master was not an ordinary person, and my master was not so easy to be defeated by other people's serious illnesses. So I asked my aunt that he and the others have been doing the neighborhood for more than a year, and I heard that his health has not been very good?

This is also my big question, if Master gave people a bad feeling when he moved here, it must have been caused by some unusual things before that. And in those days, it should be the time when the master dealt with the old Qin seniors, so that the old Qin seniors were inevitably inseparable, at least he was the one who knew the situation. Thinking of this, I couldn't help but feel angry, because if my guess was correct, Senior Qin said that he would come to visit my master about two or three times a year, and he could clearly feel that something was wrong with his master's body, and these situations were completely different from when the master first found him.

For several days in a row, he didn't even mention a word about me, and deliberately made things difficult for me to delay my search for Master, which made me unforgivable.

My aunt told me that Mr. Lin had been coughing all day since he came to live in the yard, and he could often hear the sound of sighing coming from his house, but that sigh was not something on his mind, but a feeling of physical discomfort. Playing chess with the young people in the yard, I often fall asleep while playing. But this person is a warm-hearted person, as long as he knows that his family is in trouble, he will definitely come to ask questions, and he will definitely help those who can help. Although the people in the yard are all employees of the unit, and Mr. Lin is the one who rents here, everyone is grateful to him and likes him, this time he is sick, so everyone is so enthusiastic to take turns to take care of him.

So I stood up and shook my aunt's hand and thanked her. From the tone of this aunt and the previous aunt, it seems that although the master has lived here for a long time, he has never shown his face, so everyone does not know that his true identity is actually a Taoist priest. Earlier, because of the current situation, Taoist priests would be regarded as the object of criticism, so the master cut his hair and wore civilian clothes, which was no different from ordinary people.

I asked my aunt, is the time when he usually wakes up? The aunt said yes, although he was not lightly ill, but the old man still did not fall behind a meal, and although his spirit was not good, he was still in a very optimistic mood. If you stay a little longer, he'll probably wake up soon. Eh, young man, you haven't told me who you are from Mr. Lin.

I realized how rude I was, so I told her that this was my teacher, and I had been studying with him all these years, and then he came to Hubei, and I happened to come here this time, so I made a special trip to have a look, but I didn't expect to see him sick. The aunt asked, teacher? Teach what?

I smiled slightly, he taught me how to be a man.

So for the rest of the day, my aunt and I chatted like this, she asked me a question, and I answered, but my eyes never left Master's haggard and weak face, which was far from what I looked like in my heart. My hands have been holding Master's hand by the bedside, the same hands that have taken me to catch ghosts, cooked for me, slapped me, and flicked my head. I had never thought that Master's hands were so rough before, but when I touched his hands now, I found that the skin of each joint had formed many folds of different shades because of the looseness.

I sat like this for about an hour, and when I calculated the time, it was almost five o'clock in the afternoon. After the master made two sounds, he twisted his neck slightly, and his mouth, which had been slightly open, also closed, and because of the dry lips, the master also stretched out his tongue and licked his mouth a few times. Then I opened my eyes, and I began to look around a little blankly and dazedly, and finally Master landed his eyes on me.

I've been thinking about what Master will say when he sees me. Will you be surprised why I am in Hubei? Would I be embarrassed to see him sick? Or will they pull me to ask long and short questions, ask me what I have done in the past two years...

But I didn't expect that after the master was stunned for a moment, he suddenly said, "Mountain... You're skinny...