This is the first time Chen Wengang has met people from Huo Niansheng's family.

Huo Zhenfei made such a speech, and it is normal for Chen Wengang to have a bad impression of him.

However, after calming down, he realized that the reason for his real irritability was not because the other party said the wrong thing. On the contrary, because Huo Zhenfei was right, he secretly poked at his pain point. He and Huo Niansheng are going to break up sooner or later, what's the hurry?

Huo Niansheng still asked him not to take other people's words to heart, and Chen Wengang didn't know how much to listen to.

It's just like Huo Zhenfei's crow's mouth came true, and after half a month, other incidents occurred.

There was a paparazzi, and suddenly broke the news that Huo Niansheng was hiding in the golden house, and it was a man who was hiding.

He posted on his social account, Huo Niansheng and this mysterious man in and out of the theater and restaurant.

As a party concerned, Chen Wengang only found out about this a week late. Now he doesn't pay much attention to entertainment news, and his perception of changes in the outside world is very slow. What's more, even if he saw it, he couldn't help it.

He is a big living person, and so is Huo Niansheng. When they go out in public places, they must not be stopped from being seen.

The photo shows that the two of them are not particularly intimate, after all, they are outside. Chen Wengang looked at those photos, there was a photo of Huo Niansheng turning his head sideways and talking to him with a smile, there was a step in front of him, he stretched out his arm and grabbed Chen Wengang's back.

There is a picture of Huo Niansheng opening the car door, Chen Wengang got out of the car with his head down, he didn't even notice that Huo Niansheng's hand was still on the door. The city's tabloids are talking about the secrets of the wealthy families, and it is not surprising that the news that Huo Niansheng has changed to a new love has escaped. said that it was a new love, and many people joked at the bottom, saying that this player changed people too quickly, but in fact, they couldn't tell who was who. The level of sensation did not reach the level of the wind and rain in the city, but the shouting outside was so lively, Chen Wengang did not go out often. This time, he had to revert to his state of seclusion.

If it's just like this, the most excessive time, he and the nanny went to a farther street market to buy, Aunt Meng said that they wanted to buy fish maw, they were halfway there, and a middle-aged fat man suddenly came out of nowhere, asking: "Is your surname Chen?" Chen Wengang?"

At that time, Chen Wengang and the others were walking to a corner of an alley, Aunt Meng had never experienced such a scene, and Chen Wengang did not react. When he heard his name, he subconsciously looked at it, and the other party brought a photographer, and he couldn't help but say, and pointed the recorder at him-

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Caught off guard by a series of questions, the other party came prepared, trying to see the dagger. This paparazzi actually knows clearly who Chen Wengang is, who his stepfather is, knows what he did in the Zheng family, and knows that he was still in prison until the beginning of last year.

The other party finally asked him about being swept out of the house by the Zheng family, and asked him how he turned over and climbed the high branch of Young Master Huo. The other party's fat and round chin piled up three layers of flesh, and the uncomfortable eyes stung him.

Chen Wengang finally came back to his senses, he replied that he had no comment, and dragged his aunt to leave. But the other party's attitude can be called rude, chasing and intercepting, blocking the way.

It soon escalated into a physical altercation, and during the push, Chen Wengang's hat was knocked off, and his mask was half off. The photographer held up the lens and immediately pressed the shutter on his face. The scene was chaotic and a farce.

In short, the result of this turmoil was that Chen Wengang suddenly fell ill, and he curled up on the ground in full view of everyone. After that, who called the ambulance, when the ambulance came, and whether the other party continued to block it, his consciousness is not very clear.

He was vague, looking down to see his short hands and feet, and his wrists were thin.

Chen Wengang raised his head, and everything around him became incomparably taller. He pushed open a door and saw a young woman by the stove, although her face was blurred, but there was a gentle beauty, she called him a baby, and asked him if he wanted to eat osmanthus cake at night.

At this time, his father came home from work and threw him a stuffed animal, saying that there was a vendor on the street who was selling it at a discount. Chen Wengang woke up again and was in a hospital bed.

His forehead hit the railing, but it was similar to the symptoms of a heart attack, and the diagnosis was cardiac neurosis. In other words, there is no organic lesion, and it is a psychological heart disease. But this attack was also tossed enough, and the nanny aunt has been chanting Buddha.

That day, Chen Wengang and the others met a paparazzi who was known for his unscrupulousness, claiming to do anything for money. With the other party's style of acting, the series of scenes behind it are also material worth writing about excitedly, but in fact, none of them have been published.

When Huo Niansheng came to the hospital to see Chen Wengang, he didn't mention anything.

He only said that he had processed the photos taken by the photographer.

But Mr. Chen later received an email with a photo of the handwritten review.

The review book poured out his mistakes to him and asked Chen Wengang for forgiveness. Those words were scrawled like a dog, and Chen Wengang recognized them up and down for a long time, and then remembered to see who wrote them. At the end, the font became messy, and he said in a tone that was both exaggerated and flattering, and that if he was still angry, he could kneel in front of him

In order to.

This is even suspicious, the paparazzi was poured cement by Huo Niansheng and sunk into the sea.

- When Chen Wengang was a child, it was rumored that some tabloid reporters got carried away and offended the boss of the gang group, so they encountered such death deterrence, and finally kowtowed and admitted their mistakes before giving up. Of course, most of these rumors are just nonsense.

In the future, there will still be a scandal about Huo Niansheng, who will not change his life and gossip about tabloids and magazines, and he will still live well. However, everyone took a step back, and they also stopped in moderation, and no longer pursued Chen Wengang's identity. Some tabloids revealed the inside story, saying that Huo Niansheng's new love this time was an MB from a happy scene.

This is evidenced by the number of times he has been in and out of a nightclub. Another self-media gave a more detailed addition in the blog post, the MB is still a college student, because his family is poor, he went to the sea, and he got the blue eyes of this rich child with his pure temperament

He was envied and his face was ruined. Huo Gongzi may instead arouse pity and take people to his side.

There is everything in the comment section.

Of course, this is not the only interpretation, if you have the heart to look for it, you can dig up more different speculations.

The scandalous news on the market is probably just like that, although it is incredible, the freshness comes and goes quickly. It's like pouring people into the sea with cement, which is exciting when you listen to it, and then it is passed around, and you can't tell whether it's true or false.

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Chen Wengang did not leave the gate, and the second door did not step, so after a while, he received a call from the hospital. According to the plan, he was ready to have his first skin graft.

Aunt Meng began to pack up the things used in the hospital again, teeth, combs, pajamas, disinfectant wipes, nursing pads, turning pillows... She packed these things one by one, and the hospital sent a treatment manual in advance, which recorded various precautions for the operation.

Aunt Meng finished reading the colorful booklet, and she wore reading glasses and twisted it page by page. She was apprehensive about the photos of the postoperative skin not living and the local wound not healing, and asked: Is this a must-do?

Chen Wengang sat cross-legged on the sofa, playing with his medical card.

He felt he had no choice in doing this: "Do it."

Aunt Meng shook the booklet: "It's all said above, you see, I recommend that patients consider it carefully." Chen Wengang said: "The doctors in the hospital have to arrange the surgery. It's all ready now, how to change the hexagram. She sighed with emotion, and the things were finished. Huo Niansheng returned to the apartment, and the aunt went to cook dinner again.

The treatment manual sent by the hospital reached Huo Niansheng's hand, and he read it more carefully.

After reading it again, I looked at it from the beginning. He flipped back and forth a few times, his brows twisted into a Sichuan character, and finally, Huo Niansheng sighed rarely.

Peel Blade Peel Extraction Method....

Roller knife peeling method....

Drum peeling machine peeling method..

A skin graft involves removing a portion of your healthy skin to cover the area where the scar was removed. In the final analysis, this is a kind of treatment method to tear down the east wall and make up the west wall, the process is painful and dangerous, accompanied by various necrosis and sequelae of infection.

Chen Wengang was lying on Huo Niansheng's bed, pillowing one arm: "I didn't sigh, what are you sighing?" Huo Niansheng said: "Otherwise, what reward do you want to give to you when you are discharged from the hospital?" Chen Wengang said that he is not a child anymore, and he will be rewarded for injections and medicines. Huo Niansheng said that he still had to give it.

Chen Wengang smiled and stretched out another white arm to him. Huo Niansheng turned over, grabbed him, and patted him. He seemed to talk to him a lot about what he didn't have in order to take care of Chen Wengang's emotions, and then he was sleepy and Chen Wengang fell asleep directly beside him.

In the past few days before going to the hospital, he spent the night in Huo Niansheng's room. They grinded their ears and lay on their feet, sharing the same bed.

When it came to the set date, Huo Niansheng postponed other things, and early in the morning he called Chen Wengang up and sent him to the hospital. The driver went upstairs to help move things, Huo Niansheng stopped him, and he asked Chen Wengang: "Have you brought all the documents?" Chen Wengang leaned against the door, looked at him and nodded.

Huo Niansheng's driver is a middle-aged man surnamed Li, with a simple personality, this year, he has been so familiar with the route to the hospital that he can't be more familiar, which way to take during peak hours, which way to take during off-peak hours, he joked, now he can drive all the way with his eyes closed.

After completing the formalities, Chen Wengang was still living in the ward he was familiar with.

This time, he was hospitalized for a long time.

From summer to winter, throughout the second half of the year, Chen Wengang hardly returned to the apartment.

To increase the area of skin available for skin grafting, the doctor inserts a dilator under the skin and injects saline one at a time. The skin is incised, the dilator is placed, it is waiting for healing, the needle is given, the skin is cut off, and the skin is surgically sutured...... Wait a few more months for a long recovery period.

Huo Niansheng came to visit the escort from time to time.

It seems that because he can understand the pain of surgery, he behaves caringly, almost like clocking in to work, and can come five or six times a week. Sometimes Chen Wengang sleeps a little day and night because of medication, he is by the bedside when he closes his eyes, and he is still sitting there when he opens his eyes.

He wondered if Huo Niansheng had never left at all when he said goodbye last night.

Huo Niansheng said no, he only came today.

Chen Wengang in the ward

The building lives in the surgical department, and it just so happens that there is a teenager who has to undergo skin grafting surgery because of severe burns, and the pain of skin cracking makes the whole floor often full of ghosts and wolves, and every time he is dragged for injections, it is like a battle, he will hold on to the bed railings, infusion stands, door frames and everything to prevent himself from being dragged away and tortured.

The two of them were in the room together to hear the screams in the hallway and the curses he had somehow learned. Fortunately, Chen Wengang, as an adult, is not enough to vent his anger and grievances in the same way. He just became much more silent, and he wasn't in the mood to laugh much anymore.

Long-term pain can lead to poor sleep quality, loss of appetite, and poor mood. The doctor and nurse came to ask what he was, and he answered truthfully, and when they were gone, he went back to bed without saying a word. Huo Niansheng made a joke with him, and he would smile cooperatively.

But he doesn't paint anymore, and every time Huo Niansheng walks into the ward, he curls up on the bed to sleep most of the time. In the past few months, in Huo Niansheng's impression, Chen Wengang has always been incomplete.

He often carries various medical devices with him, such as indwelling needles, stents, gauze...... and all kinds of traces, either bruises, purple, or bleeding and suppuration, and scars will be left in the donor area of the skin, in short, there is no appearance of a full beard and a full tail.

Therefore, the immunity is also poor, and it is like a sudden outbreak, and various complications after surgery come one after another. Thankfully, the worst did not happen, and the worst of these cases was that Chen Wengang had a severe case of pneumonia.

On a ventilator for a week and coughing for more than a month. At that time, Huo Niansheng stayed in the hospital to accompany him, and lived outside on a bed in a suite at night. Chen Wengang coughed so badly that he couldn't sleep all night, and Huo Niansheng might be quarreled three or four times a night.

He was woken up, so he went in and turned on the night light, patted Chen Wengang on the back, fed him some water pressure and suppressed his cough. Chen Wengang became more and more unable to see through him.

He figured out Huo Niansheng's psychology, and he felt that Huo Niansheng seemed to have some kind of knightly complex for him. The more you take care of a partner, the greater the cost of investment, and the more difficult it will become. But this is not necessarily limited to who it is, and many people will take care of their pets, regardless of the cost and return. He is like a ...... of Huo Niansheng How to say, a pet, a work, a charity project.

A bed companion who is not a good one.

A responsibility that somehow took on inexplicably. Huo Niansheng woke up again in the middle of the night one day and heard a muffled cough pressed in his chest in the ward.

He pushed the door open, and Chen Wengang lay with his back to the door, bent over, curled up like a shrimp, trying to stop coughing, but it was easier said than done, he endured the whole back trembling, his muscles crumbling, and his throat emitted an asthma-like painful wheez.

Huo Niansheng snapped

turned on the light, Chen Wengang heard that he was awake, so he didn't have to endure it anymore, and it turned into a string of heart-rending coughs. He coughed deeply, and the itch came up from the bronchi, lingering, and he couldn't breathe for a long time. He felt a broad, warm hand come to his back, clasping it lightly.

Chen Wengang said: "You go back, you really don't have to stay with you all night, now like this, you can't sleep well, and I can't sleep well." Huo Niansheng sat on the edge of the bed, he slapped the syrup on the bedside table, unscrewed it, and gave him a sip. Chen Wengang swallowed it and said that it was okay, and told him to go to sleep, but after speaking, his lungs itched again, and another round of coughing was endless.

Huo Niansheng waited patiently for him to calm down, his eyes were clear, there was no sleepiness, and the two of them simply didn't sleep.

Chen Wengang said that he was born prematurely when he was a child and lived in an incubator for half a month, probably because of this reason, he had poor immunity since he could remember, and he often got sick, and he also blamed the reason why he was not tall when he was a child.

After speaking, he seemed to feel funny, and the corners of his mouth showed a little sly smile that he hadn't seen for a long time.

Huo Niansheng could hear that he was joking.

He suddenly kissed the corner of his lips.

During the day, they went out for a walk, and Huo Niansheng took Chen Wengang out in order to let him bask in the sun. Basking in the sun is also particular, it is best to shine on the back, but unfortunately the weather is not good on this day, and the clouds are thick and dense, covering the sky and the sun. Fortunately, the wind in the sky pushed the clouds away little by little, and suddenly a hole was torn in mid-air, and the sun was dazzling, and his hair melted and glowed with caramel.

Chen Wengang sat on the bench, his legs bent, the pants of his hospital gown pulled up, and his two slender ankles were exposed in the trousers.

He had been indoors for a long time, and his skin was just as white in the sun.

Huo Niansheng put his arm on the armrest, lowered his eyes and looked down, not knowing what he was thinking.

He thinks that this ankle is suitable for wearing a red rope and a pure gold transfer bead - it may be a bit tacky, but it doesn't matter, people with white skin wear it, and it will not be difficult to see where it goes, mainly to mean good, safe and auspicious.

In fact, I can't tell from which moment Huo Niansheng has faintly had the idea of wavering.

He didn't want to forget it, why did he have to suffer all these sins here?

Plastic surgery does not have to be done. If Chen Wengang can't accept that he has become like this, if he really cares about other people's strange eyes, or if he wants to reintegrate into society, Huo Niansheng can certainly spend effort to help him achieve it. But what if he doesn't want to?

Even if he doesn't work, socialize, or go out, he just keeps it like he is now, and he can't afford it. There are many ways to live, nothing is necessary, nothing is a big deal. There was a sudden weight on his shoulders, and Huo Nian looked at him

When the line was raised, it was Chen Wengang who leaned over, his head resting on his shoulder.

His eyes were slightly closed, as if he had been trapped in the sun, and his thin eyelids twitched imperceptibly. His breathing was shallow, his chest was inconspicuously undulating, and his left hand was curled up in his lap. His wrists are also very thin, mainly too thin, as if they will break if they are broken.

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sp; Huo Niansheng held his hand, and rubbed his fingertips twice on the back of his fingers. Chen Wengang shook his hand back.

Not long after the onset of winter, a patient Chen Wengang knew, Professor Lu, who lived in 403, passed away.

On the day the old professor left, the children all returned from abroad, and the family, all of whom were Kochi, behaved very calmly, and they held a dignified farewell to the body, and then sent the body to the morgue.

The child on the other end of the corridor was transferred to the hospital, as if he had gone to a children's hospital, but the details were not very clear.

The names on the patient number cards in the wards kept changing, and patients kept changing their faces as they went in and out.

Chen Wengang himself didn't expect that when he was finally discharged from the hospital and went home again, it would be close to the end of the year.

Come to think of it, this year has come to an end. In the school, students have to take final exams, employees in the company have to write personal reports, everyone is summarizing and looking back, only him, an idler, wastes his time, and doesn't even feel what he has done.

A month before the Spring Festival, Aunt Meng, the nanny, submitted her resignation.

Her two grandchildren have already been born, her son-in-law is busy with work, and her daughter is a new mother and needs help. Originally, she had already made this decision, but in order to take care of Chen Wengang, she delayed it for several more months.

Huo Niansheng agreed to her resignation.

There is no shortage of gold medal employees in housekeeping companies, but because it is the Chinese New Year, it is not easy to hire the right manpower, and it is not easy to deploy it for a while. Chen Wengang said forget it, he has hands and feet, and he doesn't necessarily need to be taken care of.

Huo Niansheng is now baby, his baby is tight, just like a sick child has the privilege of special care. Fortunately, the property service is complete, and it can provide hotel-style services for the owners, unlike the live-in nanny, but the housekeeping □ is no problem.

The crowd of people who buy New Year's goods on the street is Wuyang Wuyang, eating, wearing, dry, and fresh, and moving to their homes as if they don't need money.

Huo Niansheng took Chen Wengang to the Spring Festival Flower Market, and when he arrived at the scene, there was a sea of people. The red lanterns are hung down one by one, the stall owners keep shouting, there are Spring Festival couplets, there are antiques, and the most are all kinds of flowers, phalaenopsis, chrysanthemums, tangerines, peach blossoms, traditional potted plants are the most popular after all, and they sell the most hotly, Chen Wengang is still wearing a mask, and Huo Niansheng is holding him in the crowd.

With such a high density of people, even the paparazzi are difficult to get out and take two photos of them.

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When Laba, an uninvited guest came to the door of Genting Building, and Chen Wengang saw his cousin Huo Zhenfei again.

Huo Zhenfei came to visit - he brought a few boxes of precious blood swallows, stacked them on the entrance cabinet, took off his coat, was invited into the living room, and sat down on the sofa. He relaxed and greeted Chen Wengang, knowingly caring about his current situation.

He observed Chen Wengang, and the doctor finally made him look a little better, better than before, of course, far from normal people. It is not surprising that he has heard of other cases of disfigurement of sulfuric acid, and it is possible to toss a dozen or dozens of surgeries.

They chatted, and Huo Zhenfei mentioned that his father wanted to go to Ning'an Temple for the Chinese New Year this year.

Ning'an Temple is built on the Longming Mountain that belongs to Zhangcheng in Linshi, the incense is vigorous, the reputation is noisy, the first day of the first year of each year, the good men and women who come to grab the first incense are so many that they beat the head and break the blood. Huo Niansheng felt troublesome when he heard it: Can I ask for leave?

Huo Zhenfei said: "Of course not."

Huo Niansheng asked: "Where did this idea come from?"

His cousin said: "Ning'an Temple enshrines the tablet of my grandfather, who died exactly three years ago, and my father said that he dreamed of him that day. You should coax the old man to be happy, accompany him to seek a prosperous family business, prosperous children and grandchildren, and celebrate the New Year, isn't it okay for the family to be happy?

Huo Zhenfei said again: "Burn incense and worship the Buddha, burn incense and worship the Buddha, if you have any wishes, you might as well go and ask for it together." Huo Niansheng laughed: "I don't believe in Buddhism! Why am I middle-aged, and I am still taken by my elders to burn high incense like a primary school student?" Huo Zhenfei showed a helpless expression: The second uncle's family plus Jingsheng, everyone goes, it's not good to send you one, come on." Suddenly, Huo Niansheng's elbow was pushed. Chen Wengang whispered, "You go."

Huo Niansheng heard it, his expression was still about to smile or not, he was leisurely, crossed Erlang's legs, and his eyes went back and forth between Chen Wengang and Huo Zhenfei, as if he was carefully weighing something and thinking about something.

In the end, his gaze returned to Chen Wengang, and for some reason, he suddenly said: Okay, go. How many days are you going to go? Huo Zhenfei said: "Dad wants to stay for two days. If you have something, you will come back by yourself after burning the incense. Therefore, less than the thirtieth year of Chinese New Year's Eve, Huo Niansheng returned to the old mansion.

On a festival like the Spring Festival, Chen Wengang really doesn't care, the so-called family reunion has no special meaning for him. He put the kumquat potted plants that Huo Niansheng bought, and wiped them clean one leaf after another.

The refrigerator is still stuffed with all kinds of ingredients, and Huo Niansheng's refrigerator here is like a treasure box, it will never be full

Lack. Chen Wengang's cooking skills are not good, Huo Niansheng asked him to make the side stove by himself, there are pots at home, the bowls are left alone, and they are put in the sink and waiting for the housekeeping to clean up.

He cooked a bowl of noodles, brought it to the coffee table to eat, turned on the TV, and the house was lively enough. In the TV program, experts are talking about the traditional customs of the New Year, which is a link that must be repeated every year, and then change the channel, and the two waves of people are debating whether the flavor of the New Year in modern society is getting weaker and weaker.

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Huo Niansheng was single and did not have a family, so he didn't bring a driver himself, and directly squeezed into the car of Huo Zhenfei's family of three.

The Huo family and his entourage set off in a majestic manner and settled at the hotel at the foot of the mountain. It can afford to operate a five-star hotel, but it also relies on the mountains to eat the mountains, rely on the water to draft, and rely on the famous mountains and temples to drive the economy, and many celebrities and rich people are particularly favored.

On the first day of the Lunar New Year, the dawn broke, and Uncle Huo and the juniors in the family lit the first incense stick as they wished. In front of the statue of God and Buddha, green smoke curls up, flowing upward, and the solemn bell rings in the sky.

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Ning'an Temple has a long history, simple and solemn, hidden among a red wall and green trees, but it is not quiet, since Chinese New Year's Eve, it is full of people, the crowd that came to pray wrapped the inside and outside three layers, Huo Niansheng gradually separated from the group, he blended in with the tourists.

The two girls had incense, arm in arm, passing by him, shouting and chirping, and their voices were as tactful as a hundred spirits. "It is said that the talisman here is effective, and you really don't buy it? It's okay to go back and give it away. "I just don't have anyone to send, otherwise help Mr. Yang to see if there is any peach blossom luck?" Then it's not called Ping'an Fu, it's called the Peach Blossom Talisman - hey, do you still sell Peach Blossom Talisman in the temple?" You can ask for marriage in front of the Buddha, it's not impossible!

Huo Zhenfei took his son and walked out from behind the moon cave door, and saw his unruly cousin doing nothing, leaning against an intricately entrenched pine tree in the backyard as if he was a male model.

Huo Niansheng leaned leisurely against the trunk of the tree, holding his head high, his eyes were distant, his posture was relaxed, and one hand was hanging down. Huo Zhenfei saw that he was holding something in his palm, and a bright red silk thread appeared between his fingers.

Huo Niansheng heard the footsteps, but did not look at them, he looked at the towering eaves on the top of the temple, as if he was gazing at the solemn appearance of the Buddha through the building structure of earth and wood in this deep forest ancient temple.

When entering the temple, he had to turn his mobile phone to silent until he returned to the hotel, and Huo Niansheng saw a missed call on his mobile phone. On the screen is Chen Wengang's number.

He was stunned, dialed back, and no one answered the first time. It wasn't until the second time I dialed the phone that the phone went through, and there was still no sound over there. Huo Niansheng stood by the window, he called Chen Wengang's name, told him not to panic, and asked what was wrong. The response to him was still no

There was no word, only a little breath that grew thicker. Huo Niansheng frowned, he raised his hand, knocked over the cup, and rolled on the ground with a grunt, wetting the carpet.

Chen Wengang curled up in the hallway, hugging his knees, his lips twitching, but he couldn't make a sound. He originally called to ask for help, but when he heard Huo Niansheng's voice, for some reason, his throat was stuffed with cotton, and he couldn't open his mouth after trying several times.

Half an hour later, Amnda rushed from her parents' house to her boss's apartment.

She picked up Chen Wengang and called a car to take him to the hospital.

He had been uncomfortable with his eyes for a while, at least from the time Huo Zhenfei came, at first he only had a slight pain and a slight photophobia. But he wasn't sure if it was a big deal, so he didn't say it rashly.

It wasn't until he got up from a nap that he couldn't see anything - so no wonder he panicked, there was no one around, and the familiar home suddenly became difficult to move an inch, and he bumped into the door, and there was nothing he could do, and he didn't even think of calling the emergency number.

Sympathetic ophthalmia.

The doctor explained: "So our human body, like a very shrewd instrument, involves a hair and moves the whole body, folk sometimes say that one eye is blind, the other will also be invisible, in fact, this is the truth, if one eye is traumatized, stimulate the fundus to produce intraocular antigens, induce autoimmune reactions, it is possible to affect another healthy eye tissue, indiscriminate attack, the injured eye is called irritated eye, the affected eye is called sympathetic eye. Eye trauma does not necessarily cause sympathetic ophthalmia, and some people develop it weeks or months after the eye injury, some a year, or decades before it suddenly appears......

He skillfully drew a diagram of an eyeball on paper and talked eloquently.

When the doctor finishes speaking, he stops, he has been practicing medicine for many years and is full of experience, leaving time for the patient's family to understand and react.

Huo Niansheng sat on the chair opposite him, his face sinking like water. He also wore the same clothes as he grabbed the incense, with a black chaist coat with matte velvet lapels, and shiny leather shoes on his feet.

His fingers ran through his pocket, rubbing the metal cigarette case inside, and then moved away.

Huo Niansheng changed his posture, and he asked humbly and gently: Wasn't it always good before?

The doctor smiled generously, he pointed to his eyes: "It's all instruments, the parts on our body, of course, the original factory is still the best, don't move if you can't move, the treatment principle is to save your life first, then save your eyeballs, and finally save your eyesight, and there is no problem with the previous treatment." It's just that

Sometimes, you still have to see if God will let you have a good time, and if you really can't keep it, then you should make a decision.

Huo Niansheng finalized the time for further consultation with him.

When he entered the ward building, it was still the Spring Festival, but it seemed that there were more people in the hospital this year than last year. A cart bed pushed past him, and the patient couldn't see clearly, except for a stubby hand peeking out of the quilt, and the infusion set was attached to the hanging bottle on top. The woman who looked like a nurse helped an old lady slowly down the stairs, her waist bent and her shriveled hands clutching the guardrail by the wall.

There was a middle-aged doctor with a few interns, discussing the medical case and walking out. Huo Niansheng went upstairs along the stairs, he counted the door number and found the room.

Chen Wengang had been properly placed on the bed, and he slowly sat up again when he heard the sound of the door being pushed and footsteps. Huo Niansheng saw him groping and stretched out a hand in his direction. The hand was raised in the air for a moment before it was answered, Huo Niansheng hesitated for a few seconds, and finally held it.

Chen Wengang felt a sinking around him, and someone sat on the edge of his bed. It was dark in front of him, but he smelled the familiar aftershave and woody perfume more keenly, as if he had found a home, he wrapped his two arms around Huo Niansheng's waist tightly.

The hot breath sprayed on the side of Huo Niansheng's neck, and Huo Niansheng asked: Scared and crying?

Chen Wengang said: "No."

His emotions have calmed down, and he apologizes for making everyone crazy for the New Year.

Huo Niansheng sat at the head of the bed, chattering, and relayed the doctor's words again, and complained about what was going on with him, as soon as no one was watching, there would be so many situations, and he said that next time there was any discomfort, he would say it earlier, and children knew it.

Chen Wengang put his head on his neck socket, and he didn't say anything, letting the numbers fall.

Huo Niansheng changed his reassuring tone again, saying that there would be nothing wrong, he asked, and his eyesight could not be restored. He hurried back, his voice was hoarse, and every time he said a word, Chen Wengang felt the corresponding vibration in his chest.

This voice Chen Wengang was familiar, he closed his eyes, but it was difficult to imagine Huo Niansheng's face, especially his expression. Because it doesn't sound like Huo Niansheng is born, but another personality split out of a pair of skins, more gentle, more calm, but not like him.

Was he like that? Just listening to the words, who would think that this is a playboy in the game world? Huo Niansheng put Chen Wengang flat, still lying down, helped him open his eyelids, and dropped eye drops. The experts agreed that eye removal surgery should still be performed. On the day Chen Wengang entered the operating room, Huo Niansheng was waiting for him outside as usual.

The red light above her head kept on, and Amnda dutifully sat down

Waiting area, but to be honest, pretty boring. The two of them had nothing to do, Huo Niansheng turned his mobile phone sideways, turned it on, and looked down at a surgical science video to pass the time.

She glanced at the three-dimensional animation that was demonstrating how to cut the six external eye muscles, as well as the optic nerve, to separate and remove the eyeball. It's not a real scene, it's not blurry, it's still a bit of a nerve challenge for ordinary people, and she quickly looked away.

But Huo Niansheng didn't care much, and after a while, he asked Amnda to go downstairs to buy coffee. She came back with the cup and found that the boss was gone.

Amnda looked around before finally seeing his target through the window.

There was a small terrace outside the corridor on the second floor, and Huo Niansheng probably changed to this place to sit in order to smoke.

He lit a cigarette and rested one leg on the edge of the chair and the other on the ground. A tall man, the chair seems a little small, this posture makes him look like a bankrupt rich businessman, still wearing haute couture, and his whole back reveals indescribable decadence and frustration.

Amnda remembered that he hadn't smoked it for a long time, and thought he had quit, so she went over and gave him the coffee before it cooled. Huo Niansheng took it and put it aside first, still swallowing clouds and spitting fog.

He suddenly asked, "Speaking of which, do you believe in Buddhism?"

Amnda was stunned for a moment, but said, "My mother believes. Sometimes they have to go to the temple on the fifteenth day of the new year to put loaches. Huo Niansheng raised his eyebrows: "Feudal superstition. This one fished out the loaches, and the other one was released for money, which is really a lucrative business. Amnda said, "It's not clear, I haven't paid much attention to that. The money is spent, she is happy, and forget it. There was a moment of silence between the two.

She also said: "Probably this kind of thing, if you want to pray for Mr. Chen, I can ask my mother and introduce you to the contact information." From the first day of the new year to the Lantern Festival, there are many opportunities during this time.

Huo Niansheng stared at her face, but he was actually distracted, and after a while, his expression suddenly relaxed. He laughed loudly: "I'm not sincere, it's useless!" Huo Niansheng extinguished the cigarette, straightened his expression, stopped joking, drank coffee in a few sips, got up and buttoned his coat.

He was straight, his trousers were wrapped in two long legs, and when he stood up straight, the decadent feeling on his body suddenly shook ———off and swept away, as if it was just an illusion just now, and he was the calm and indifferent Huo Niansheng again.

Amnda took a half step back, got out of the way, and heard him say, "I don't know if I'm coming out, let's go and go up and have a look." Huo Niansheng turned around and passed by the trash can and threw the empty cup into it.

They waited another two hours, and the "operational" light turned green. The door to the operating room opened, and a man was pushed out.

Chen Wengang is under local anesthesia, and he is still conscious, but he is not particularly conscious. He could hear the rolling of the cart bed, pouring it in his ears, but it didn't seem to mean anything special. In the rustling movement, the cart bed went all the way into the ward.

The male nurse and the nurse wanted to move him to the bed, Huo Niansheng waved his hand and motioned for them to retreat, he bent down, and it was easier for one person to pick up Chen Wengang and put him on the hospital bed. Chen Wengang's hospital gown hung down, revealing a section of his waist.

Huo Niansheng pulled up the quilt and covered him on his chest.

Amnda went downstairs to complete the formalities, and the nurse also went out temporarily, disturbing the chaos for a while, after which the air settled.