"Are you okay?"
Yang Zhao grabbed Chen Ming Sheng's arm, and the latter's arm was tense.
Chen Ming Sheng's face turned pale, and he stabilized his body.
"Thank you."
Yang Zhao looked at his sweat, frowned, and said, "Are you feeling unwell?"
Chen Ming Sheng shook his head, and said, "It's okay."
Yang Zhao looked down, and Chen Ming Sheng's right hip was trembling slightly. She looked up, and Chen Ming Sheng's face was close at hand. Yang Zhao stepped back a little, and said to Chen Ming Sheng: "You can't do this, I'll take you to the hospital."
Chen Ming Sheng looked at her in surprise, this woman is not too troublesome. But he still refused.
"I'm really fine, don't bother me."
Yang Zhao looked at him and said, "Can you walk like this?"
Yang Zhao's eyes were slender, she rarely stared at people, and her eyes were always flat. Chen Ming Sheng glanced at her and judged whether the words were malicious or not. Finally, he looked away and said, "I can go."
Yang Zhao turned around and reached for the coat hanging by the door. Yang Zhao turned her head toward Chen Ming Sheng and said, "I'll take you to the hospital."
Chen Ming Sheng took a deep breath, and Yang Zhao looked at him without saying a word. Chen Ming Sheng couldn't see any fluctuations in her eyes, and he didn't bother to say anything, so he nodded.
Yang Zhao said, "I'll go downstairs to pick up the car, can you go downstairs by yourself?"
Chen Mingsheng nodded again.
Yang Zhao opened the door and left first. Chen Mingsheng watched the direction she was leaving for half a minute before starting to move.
He rolled up his trouser legs and looked down. As he expected, the leg was infected. Chen Mingsheng sighed, turned around, took the artificial limb in his hand, and went out.
Fortunately, this apartment building has an elevator... Chen Mingsheng leaned in the elevator room, thinking.
Yang Zhao parked the car at the door, and Chen Mingsheng put the prosthesis on the back seat. Originally, he wanted to sit in the back, but Yang Zhao leaned forward and opened the passenger door for him.
After Chen Ming Sheng sat in, he put his crutches on the back seat.
The car started and hadn't moved for a long time. Chen Ming Sheng was a little confused, but Yang Zhao just turned to look at him.
"Fasten your seat belt."
"..." Chen Ming Sheng had never been in the habit of wearing a seat belt. He nodded and fastened his seat belt.
Yang Zhao started the car and drove out of the community. She asked while driving, "To the Third Hospital? This is the closest to the Third Hospital."
"Ah..." Chen Ming Sheng remembered something, and said to Yang Zhao, "No need to go to the hospital, please take me to the Municipal Rehabilitation Center."
"Rehabilitation Center?" The car stopped, Yang Zhao glanced at Chen Ming Sheng from the corner of her eye, and asked, "Where is the rehabilitation center?"
Chen Ming Sheng said, "At the intersection of Shi San Wei Road."
Yang Zhao parked the car on the side of the road and started to set up the navigation. Chen Ming Sheng silently watched her fiddling with her for a long time but failed to fix it. He said, "The Thirteenth Wei Road is next to Qishan Road. It takes 20 minutes to drive from here. I can show you the way."
Yang Zhao sat back, "Then you lead the way."
The car was very quiet, the two of them didn't talk much, and Yang Zhao didn't have the habit of listening to the radio or music in the car. Chen Ming Sheng only gave Yang Zhao advice at key intersections. It only turned a corner and then walked to the end. Yang Zhao never knew that there was a rehabilitation center so close to where she lived.
After driving for twenty minutes, they arrived at their destination.
Yang Zhao took a look from the car. The rehabilitation center seemed to be newly built. The building had four floors and looked very new. There was a row of cars parked at the entrance of the rehabilitation center, and Yang Zhao found a space to park the car.
Chen Ming Sheng unbuckled his seat belt, and said to Yang Zhao, "Thank you, I can do the rest by myself."
Yang Zhao pulled out the car key, "I'm fine today, I'll send you to see a doctor before leaving."
Chen Ming Sheng: "..." He got out of the car, stood on one foot, and opened the back door. Yang Zhao's car was parked very close to another car, and the door was hard to open. Yang Zhao saw it and said to him, "Wait a minute, I'll help you."
Yang Zhao pulled his crutch from the other side. Taking it out, she paused when she saw the prosthetic in the backseat, and finally decided on just crutches.
"Let's go, do you use registration here?"
Chen Ming Sheng walked beside Yang Zhao with a cane on his back, and he said, "No, I sent a text message to the doctor, just take the medicine." "Oh." The entrance of the rehabilitation center is a sloping road, They entered the first floor, and Yang Zhao saw several wheelchairs placed at the entrance of the first floor as if it was for the convenience of people entering and exiting. Yang Zhao said to Chen Ming Sheng: "You can sit here, do you want to sit?"
Chen Ming Sheng didn't speak, Yang Zhao pushed a wheelchair over.
"Sit down, save some energy."
Chen Ming Sheng did have a lot of trouble standing up. He usually doesn't like to sit in a wheelchair, but now he can't help being brave.
Yang Zhao held his crutch in her hand, and Chen Mingsheng swung back and forth a few times in the wheelchair.
"Which floor is the doctor on?"
Chen Mingsheng rowed his wheelchair toward the elevator. He seemed very familiar with this place.
"The third floor."
Yang Zhao followed behind him. She walked into the building of the rehabilitation center. Barrier-free facilities, slopes, blind paths, and handles can be seen everywhere. Yang Zhao had never had such close contact with the world of disabilities, and she followed Chen Mingsheng closely.
On the third floor, as soon as the elevator door opened, Yang Zhao saw a sign at the entrance of the building, with a sign saying "Limb Recovery" posted on it. The hallway is quiet, with a few rooms on either side. When Yang Zhao passed by, he saw one of the rooms with the door open, with several levers inside, and a doctor instructing the patient to walk.
Chen Ming Sheng went directly to the innermost office, he knocked on the door, and someone opened the door soon.
The doctor who opened the door was a young doctor with a kind face. He smiled happily when he saw Chen Ming Sheng.
"It's Xiao Chen, come in quickly. I received your text message. What's wrong, your leg is infected?" Chen Ming Sheng and Yang Zhao entered the office together. It was very spacious, and only the old doctor was alone. There is a desk in the room, and there are several pots of flowers and plants in the corner.
The old doctor pulled a bench and patted it.
"Come on, sit down, show me your leg."
"Master Zhang..." Chen Ming Sheng moved from the wheelchair to the bench, with his right leg slung stiffly. Dr. Zhang frowned and said, "Oh, it still looks swollen, what did you do?"
Chen Ming Sheng said in a low voice, "It was done by accident."
Yang Zhao stood aside, feeling a little guilty.
It should have been drenched in the rain yesterday, she thought. If he hadn't sent her home, probably the leg would have been fine. Moreover, when Yang Zhao was helping him just now, he noticed that Chen Mingsheng's clothes were still damp. It's no wonder that he didn't have any problems after wearing wet clothes all night.
Yang Zhao recalled that last night she threatened Chen Mingsheng's disability to go home with her to avoid the rain. Although the method was bad, she felt that it was a wise decision at the time, otherwise, it might have been worse if she had been drenched in the autumn rain all night.
Doctor Zhang brought a plate of alcoholic cotton and sat opposite Chen Ming Sheng.
"Come on, roll it up, and let me have a look."
"..." Chen Ming Sheng pressed his hands on his trouser legs, and he raised his eyes to look at Yang Zhao, apparently hesitating for a moment.
Doctor Zhang followed his gaze, suddenly remembered, and asked Yang Zhao, "This is..."
After asking, both of them fell silent.
What should I say? friend? Not.
A chance acquaintance? It doesn't seem to count.
That is the relationship between the creditor and the debtor, but this cannot be said.
Chen Mingsheng opened his mouth, but Yang Zhao said before him, "I'm his neighbor."
Chen Mingsheng glanced at her and closed his mouth.
"Neighbor." Dr. Zhang had no doubts. He picked up a piece of sterile cotton with tweezers, and then said to Chen Ming Sheng, "Come on, let me check it for you first." Chen Ming Sheng glanced at Yang Zhao again, who didn't understand him. Wanting her to avoid it for a while, Chen Ming Sheng sighed and let go of his hand.
Doctor Zhang raised Chen Ming Sheng's leg, and Yang Zhao tried his best to make himself look calmer.
It is impossible to say that there is no shock.
Chen Ming Sheng's leg...or in Yang Zhao's eyes, it was no longer a leg. It only has a short tailbone left, and the muscles at the base of the legs can be seen to be a little shrunken, but they are red and swollen due to swelling.
There was a long scar on the amputated surface and Yang Zhao felt that the scar hadn't fully healed—in fact, she felt that if a person had such a wound that was still bleeding, he shouldn't go anywhere except the hospital.
Doctor Zhang clicked his tongue twice and took a sterile cotton ball to clean up his wound. Yang Zhao felt pain just looking at it, but Chen Ming Sheng kept his head down and didn't make a sound.
"You are so pitiful!" Dr. Zhang commented viciously, "Your physiotherapy was less than half done, and then you didn't recuperate well when you went back. If you continue like this, it will get worse and worse!"
I don't know what Chen Ming Sheng is. Because he couldn't speak because he was enduring the pain, it was Dr. Zhang's words that made him unable to refute. Anyway, he sat quietly against the wall.
"Go to the hospital, it's already infected." Dr. Zhang finally concluded.
Only then did Chen Ming Sheng react, and he said, "No need, I'll just go back and take care of myself."
"Don't take your youth as nothing!" Dr. Zhang became a little angry, "You didn't do physiotherapy back then, so you just said go back and take care of yourself. The result? You don't have any common sense of nursing, I'm not trying to scare you, if you continue like this, your leg will be amputated!"
Chen Ming Sheng was silent.
Dr. Zhang might feel that his words were a bit harsh, so he softened his tone and said, "Hospitalize and take good care of it. You can't just apply some medicine like this." Then, Dr. Zhang suddenly turned around and said to Yang Zhao, " You persuade him too! He's just stubborn!"
Yang Zhao was taken aback by being pulled into the conversation suddenly, she looked at the round doctor Zhang with staring eyes, nodded in agreement, and said, "Ah... yes, You should be hospitalized, someone will take care of you and you will recover sooner."
"Look at how sensible this lady is." Dr. Zhang found an ally and felt that the chances of attacking the crisis were much higher. "You don't need to stay for a long time, about a month is enough. You are your own body, and you are the one who suffers."
Chen Ming Sheng was silent for a while, and finally said in a low voice, "No, just prescribe the medicine for me."
"Alas..." Dr. Zhang patted his legs and sighed. He probably knew Chen Ming Sheng's temper, so he didn't continue to persuade him. "I'll get you medicine, you wait here."
After Dr. Zhang left, Yang Zhao stood where she was. She looked at Chen Ming Sheng, who lowered his head and endured the pain, and suddenly felt that this taxi driver was a little different from ordinary people.