Chen Mingsheng finally compromised.
They pushed the car to the side of the road and parked it—in fact, Yang Zhao is who gave a helping hand. The second time she pushed the car, she was so dizzy that she almost fell to the ground. It was almost all done by Chen Mingsheng alone.
After that, Yang Zhao took Chen Mingsheng home in a daze.
She couldn't remember exactly what happened along the way, Yang Zhao almost returned home by instinct. She only had the vague impression that they walked very slowly, quite slowly. Before leaving, Chen Mingsheng locked the car and took out a crutch from the trunk. Even so, they walked very slowly in the heavy rain.
After returning home, Yang Zhao insisted on taking a bath, she gritted her teeth and dragged herself into the bathroom, then simply rushed out. She said to Chen Mingsheng who was sitting in the living room: "Over there is the bathroom, go and take a shower."
She didn't remember whether Chen Mingsheng had answered her, and fell asleep on the sofa.
Chen Mingsheng looked at the woman who was only wrapped in a bathrobe, lying in front of him. He raised his eyes and looked around. The whole apartment was beautifully decorated, neat, and orderly, and the owner's taste could be seen in every place.
The sofa is a complete set, scarlet, making the people lying on it even more gorgeous. Yang Zhao was wrapped in a white bathrobe, her long jet-black hair was not dry, and the water dripped down to the floor along the ends of her hair.
Chen Mingsheng sat for a while and then stood up with the help of his crutches. He put the crutches under his right armpit and then freed his hand to remove the prosthesis on his right leg. He gritted his teeth when he took off the socket, because of the rain and today's friction, his leg hurts a lot.
Chen Mingsheng leaned his prosthetic leg on the chair, then went into the bathroom with a cane.
He did have to take a hot shower, or his legs might not hold up.
Yang Zhao's bathroom was huge, and Chen Mingsheng could smell a strong jasmine smell as soon as he entered it, which was Yang Zhao's bath liquid. There is a large triangular bathtub in the bathroom, next to it is the sink, and there are many cosmetics on it. There is a large mirror in the bathroom, which is larger than that installed in ordinary houses, and it should be specially installed by the owner.
Chen Mingsheng looked at the expressionless man in the mirror. He was holding a cane and had only one leg.
He put his crutches aside and stood on the ground to undress. He took off quickly, threw his clothes aside, and jumped into the bathtub twice.
When the hot water was poured on the stump, it was painful. Chen Mingsheng resisted scrubbing. The skin around the stump was ripped, and it was soaked by rainwater today.
Chen Mingsheng didn't use Yang Zhao's stuff, neither shampoo, shower gel, or soap. After he finished washing, he stood in the bathroom for a while, waiting for the air to almost dry himself, then picked up the wet clothes and put them back on one by one.
Between heat and cold, his legs felt very uncomfortable, but he still endured it.
Back in the living room, Chen Mingsheng sat on the sofa. He glanced out the window, and the rain showed no sign of stopping.
Looking back, he looked at the woman in front of him.
Yang Zhao fell into a deep sleep. She turned over, and the bathrobe slipped off a little, revealing a white patch on her chest. Chen Mingsheng looked at Yang Zhao from head to toe, his face was very calm.
He remembered Yang Zhao's provocative words downstairs just now.
[I'm not afraid, what are you afraid of? ]
"Heh..." Chen Mingsheng felt a little funny for some reason. He crossed his arms and sat on the sofa opposite to rest with his eyes closed.
The next morning, Chen Mingsheng opened his eyes on time at six o'clock. He had been tossing all night yesterday, which made him feel a little tired.
In the early morning, the faint sunlight came in from outside, and the sky cleared up.
When Chen Mingsheng woke up, the first thing he saw was the woman sleeping on the sofa in front of him. She seemed to be sleeping restlessly, still frowning in her dream. Chen Mingsheng stood up, and his body ached from wearing wet clothes all night. He took a deep breath and put on his prosthetics on crutches.
Because Chen Mingsheng's right leg was amputated and the stump was relatively short, his prosthesis not only needed a hip joint with a lock but also a pelvic girdle to be strong.
After Chen Mingsheng put on his prosthesis, he wanted to leave directly. When he took the first step while supporting his crutches, he suddenly heard Yang Zhao's weak but eager panting.
Chen Mingsheng stopped and turned around.
Yang Zhao looked a little strange.
Chen Mingsheng thought for a while and walked over with a cane. He patted Yang Zhao's arm.
"Are you alright? Wake up."
Yang Zhao didn't wake up, her brows furrowed deeper, her breathing became more rapid, and her expression was a little painful. Chen Mingsheng was wearing prosthetic limbs and couldn't squat down, so he had to bend down and reach out to touch Yang Zhao's forehead.
When I touched it, her forehead was hot.
Chen Mingsheng sighed, straightened up, and looked at her.
He made a decision in his heart, finally sighed again, and walked to the door with a cane. Yang Zhao's coat was hanging on the hanger at the door. Chen Mingsheng rummaged through her pockets—he saw Yang Zhao put the key in after opening the door yesterday. he put the key in his pocket.
As a result, he not only found the key but also found another thing.
That was the contact information he left for her a few days ago. The paper was already wrinkled, and the ink on it had bloomed due to the rain.
Chen Mingsheng held the paper in his hand and looked at it for a while.
Yang Zhao never called him, and she never urged him to pay back the money, not even an IOU. Sometimes Chen Mingsheng even felt that Yang Zhao didn't care whether he paid back the five thousand yuan or not.
Chen Mingsheng put the note back in Yang Zhao's pocket and went out with the key.
He first called the staff of the repair shop, he knew them very well, told the location of the broken car, and asked them to come and tow it away. Then, leaning on his crutches, he walked down the street looking for a pharmacy.
Chen Mingsheng struggled to walk, especially because he was not in good health now. He walked for a while and found that this area was quite desolate, and there were very few supermarkets. He began to regret coming out with prosthetics. Without the prosthetics, he could walk more easily.
Chen Mingsheng cursed in a low voice. He wears prosthetics to look more complete. He doesn't like being noticed by everyone on the street. He understands his self-deception very well.
It's useless, but I can't help it.
Finally, after walking for more than half an hour, he found a pharmacy.
When he went in, the drug seller looked up and saw a man on crutches coming in, she was taken aback for a moment, and then said: "Sir, do you need anything?"
Chen Mingsheng said to her: "I have a fever in the rain, prescribe some medicine for me."
" Ah, okay." The girl quickly picked out a few boxes of medicine, "The temperature has dropped these days, and there are many people with colds and colds. What are the symptoms? Is there any phlegm? Is there a sore throat?" Chen Mingsheng said: "Take it as a pain."
The girl said oh, and handed several boxes of medicine to Chen Mingsheng.
"Sir, these types are for all types of colds, and they are very useful."
Chen Mingsheng didn't take it, nodded, and said, "Okay, help me pack it."
The girl took a bag of medicine and filled it, and handed it to Chen Mingsheng. "A total of forty-six."
After Chen Mingsheng paid the bill, he left the pharmacy with the medicine in his left hand.
It was a long road to go back, and Chen Mingsheng tried his best to divert his attention while walking on the road, so as not to think about how painful his leg was. When he returned to Yang Zhao's apartment, his arms started to shake.
Yang Zhao still showed no signs of waking up, so Chen Mingsheng put the crutches aside and took off the prosthesis.
Without the prosthesis, Chen Mingsheng felt much lighter. He took back his crutches and opened the medicine box. After looking at a bunch of medicines, I finally chose Contac.
He has taken this medicine before, and it should be very effective.
In the end, the pills had already been taken out, and Chen Mingsheng walked all over the room without finding any water.
The apartment's kitchen was as spotless as the furnishings, and also not oily at all. After searching for a long time, Chen Mingsheng finally found an unopened milk pot in the cupboard. He took out the milk pot, and after receiving the water, he found that the gas valve in the apartment had not been turned on.
Chen Mingsheng didn't want to worry about how Yang Zhao lived. He dragged one leg and knelt on the ground, and turned on the gas valve in the cupboard.
When the hot water was running, Chen Mingsheng thought, this might be the first time this kitchen was used.
He heated the water, poured it into a cup, and put it on the tea table to wait for it to cool down..
During this period, he glanced at Yang Zhao again, but Yang Zhao still didn't wake up.
After a while, Chen Mingsheng twisted the pills into powder and put them in warm water. He sat on the side of the sofa, supported Yang Zhao's head, and said in a low voice, "Drink the water."
Yang Zhao was in a daze. Zhao closed his eyes tightly, gulping water from Chen Mingsheng's hand.
"Slow down..." Chen Mingsheng held the water glass for fear that she would choke.
After feeding her the medicine, Chen Mingsheng walked around the house and found Yang Zhao's bedroom. He took a thin quilt from her bed and came out to cover Yang Zhao.
After doing all this, Chen Mingsheng was a little exhausted. He didn't eat last night, and he didn't eat this morning. Coupled with the rain, Chen Mingsheng felt that he might need to take some medicine.
He took a few pills of the remaining medicine and then sat on the sofa to rest.
What he thought was to leave when Yang Zhao's fever subsided, but he was so tired that he fell asleep again while sitting on the sofa.
But this time, it was Yang Zhao who woke up.
She woke up with a dry throat.
Yang Zhao knew that she was sick, she was very clear. Opening her eyes, Yang Zhao was taken aback by what she saw at first sight. If her throat wasn't dry, she would have almost exclaimed.
The first thing she saw was a leg—a prosthetic, of course.
Yang Zhao's first reaction was that Chen Mingsheng hadn't left yet, this is nonsense, he must have not left, otherwise, why would this leg be here?
Last night Yang Zhao knew that Chen Mingsheng had a disability in his legs, but she didn't expect the disability to be so severe that it simply disappeared.
Yang Zhao swallowed and wanted to talk to Chen Mingsheng about how he casually put his artificial leg to scare people. She sat up and slipped the blanket off her body.
One advantage of Yang Zhao is that she seldom loses her mind, even when she is sick, her mind is still clear.
She knew she hadn't covered her quilt last night.
Yang Zhao turned his head and saw the medicine box and several glasses of water on the tea table.
When he looked up again, Yang Zhao saw Chen Mingsheng quietly closing his eyes, leaning on the sofa, and falling asleep.