Dr. Zhang quickly took the medicine back, wrapped it in a bag, and handed it to Chen Ming Sheng.
"I've prescribed both for internal and external use, and you know how to use it." He still seemed to want to persuade Chen Ming Sheng to be hospitalized, "Xiao Chen, you can't hold on. If the inflammation hasn't gone away in a few days, you must come here. This is terrible. It's not a joke."
Chen Ming Sheng nodded, "I know, thank you."
Doctor Zhang sighed and sat back at his desk to write something. Chen Ming sheng rolled up his trouser legs and stood up with a cane. Yang Zhao glanced at him and said, "Let's go now.
"
I saw that Dr. Zhang made an order, then went out again, and came back with an infusion bag after a while. He adjusted the needle and handed the infusion bag to Yang Zhao.
"Come on, get it for me."
Yang Zhao took it subconsciously and then watched him skillfully give Chen Mingsheng the needle. Yang Zhao raised the infusion bag. As soon as the needle was inserted, the phone on the desk rang. Dr. Zhang answered the phone and said a few words before hanging up, and said to Yang Zhao and Chen Ming Sheng: "I have something to do downstairs, I have to go down and have a look, and I'll be back soon. You take an infusion stand and wait."
Doctor Zhang went out, and only Yang Zhao and Chen Ming Sheng were left in the room.
Chen Ming sheng sat leaning against the wall. His clothes were a little damp, and after another night of stress, they collapsed a little and fell on Chen Ming Sheng's body.
Yang Zhao could tell that he was very tired.
She couldn't find anything to talk about, and she wasn't good at comforting others.
As a result, the room remained silent for a while, and Yang Zhao's arms and legs began to ache after a while, but Dr. Zhang hadn't come back yet.
Chen Ming moved vividly, he looked up at Yang Zhao, and said, "Sit down, I will hold it up by myself."
Yang Zhao said, "How about you lift it like this, I'll do it, anyway, it's almost over."
"...I troubled you today."
"It's okay."
How long will a bag of medicine hang up?
Yang Zhao watched the medicine in the infusion bag drip down drop by drop.
It should be about twenty minutes. She remembers very clearly that once she was sick and hung up the bottle in the hospital, she carried the bottle to the smoking area. From the beginning of hanging up to the last pulling out of the needle, she smoked a total of two cigarettes. It takes ten minutes for Yang Zhao to smoke a cigarette, which is always accurate.
When Yang Zhao recovered from the infusion bag, she was surprised to find that Chen Ming Sheng had fallen asleep.
He rested his needled hand on the stool on the right, leaned his back against the wall, and fell asleep with his head down.
It was very quiet in the house.
Yang Zhao stopped looking at the infusion bag and started looking at the sleeping man.
He looked a little gloomy with his head down. Chen Ming sheng felt very depressed. Yang Zhao couldn't describe that feeling clearly.
After a while, hurried footsteps came from outside the house, Yang Zhao immediately turned his head and made a "shh" gesture the moment Dr. Zhang entered the room, but Dr. Zhang reacted quickly and did not make a sound. Yang Zhao signaled to him that Chen Ming sheng was asleep. Doctor Zhang nodded knowingly. He pushed an infusion to stand over and whispered to Yang Zhao, "Oh, it's been too long. You must be tired from holding it.
" Shaking
his head, "It's okay." Although he said it was okay, when Dr. Zhang took the infusion bag from her hand, Yang Zhao couldn't help shaking his shoulders.
Doctor Zhang whispered, "This medicine has pain-relieving and sleeping effects, and it's normal for him to sleep."
Yang Zhao nodded.
The medicine bag was still hanging, and Dr. Zhang was free to chat with Yang Zhao.
"Are you Xiao Chen's neighbor?"
"Well, my name is Yang Zhao. You can call me Xiao Yang."
"Ah, okay." Dr. Zhang and Yang Zhao came to talk at the desk to avoid waking Chen Ming Sheng up.
"Xiao Yang, how long have you known Xiao Chen?"
Yang Zhao paused and said, "Not long ago, I just moved."
Doctor Zhang nodded knowingly, and said, "He has always been alone. It's the first time I've seen someone come with him when I came to the center."
Yang Zhao asked, "Has he always come by himself?"
"No," Dr. Zhang said, "It's just nonsense. He had surgery about half a year ago. After being discharged from the hospital, I came to the center. I ran away after half of the physical therapy. The wound has not been properly treated. Isn't it?"
Yang Zhao quietly listened to Dr. Zhang's words, she looked at Chen Ming Sheng, and she could just see his missing right leg when she looked at him from the side. This man, who was sleeping with his head down, looked a little fragile against the light from the balcony.
Afterward, Dr. Zhang babbled on and on for a long time, probably complaining that Chen Ming Sheng's family didn't value him and that Chen Ming Sheng himself was messing around with his body. Yang Zhao became a loyal and good listener.
After a while, the infusion bag was finished. When Dr. Zhang pulled out the needle, Chen Ming sheng woke up.
He didn't think he was asleep. He wiped his face with his un-injected hand and sat up straight.
Yang Zhao watched him sit back in the wheelchair, and she felt that he was quite tired.
They bid farewell to Dr. Zhang and left the rehabilitation center.
At the door, Chen Ming sheng said that he took a taxi and left. Yang Zhao refused without thinking.
"You are struggling to stand now, and you still have to walk by yourself?" Yang Zhao drove the car over. She wanted to help Chen Ming Sheng, but in the end, she only opened the door for him.
"I'll take you home."
At this time, Chen Ming sheng didn't have the strength to say anything else.
"where is your house?"
"Seventh Road." Chen Ming Sheng's voice was tired.
Qi Ma Road is in the south of the city, not far from the location of Ling Kong Police Station, Yang Zhao knows the general direction.
The car drove very steadily, and the car was as quiet as ever.
Chen Ming sheng fell asleep again in the car.
It took nearly fifty minutes to drive from the rehabilitation center to Chen Ming Sheng's home. Chen Ming sheng was in a deep sleep with his head tilted. Yang Zhao tried his best to drive the car as smoothly as possible, but when he arrived, it had been more than an hour.
Qi ma Road is not considered a bustling section of the city. It is an old building area, basically six or seven floors, and there is no elevator.
Yang Zhao parked the car on the side of the road, she thought for a while but still did not wake up Chen Ming sheng.
After the car turned off, Yang Zhao tilted the chair back a little and then took out a cigarette from his coat pocket. Holding the cigarette case in his hand for a while, Yang Zhao glanced sideways at the sleeping Chen Ming Sheng, and finally put the cigarette case back.
It was already dark when Chen Ming sheng woke up. He opened his eyes, bloodshot eyes. Chen Ming sheng propped himself up and looked around, obviously not fully awake yet.
The street lights on the street outside were already on, and it was dim.
Chen Ming sheng took a sniff, and he came to his senses.
"Miss Yang..."
Yang Zhao knew what he was going to say, and interrupted: "It's nothing, I thought you were in a deep sleep, so I didn't wake you up."
Chen Ming sheng was silent for a moment and finally said thank you in a low voice.
Yang Zhao said, "Where is your home?"
Chen Ming sheng said, "It's just a turn ahead, I'll go by myself."
Yang Zhao didn't say anything and started the car directly. Chen Ming sheng noticed that Yang Zhao had adjusted the temperature of the air conditioner in the car very high, and the car seat was also heated. Although his clothes were still damp, they weren't that cold anymore.
Chen Ming sheng glanced at Yang Zhao, who was concentrating on driving.
The car turned off the main road and turned into a small alley. Yang Zhao's driving skills were average. On this dark road, she couldn't help leaning forward and watching the road carefully.
Chen Ming sheng saw her driving the car like this, and said, "Just stop here."
Yang Zhao didn't give him a look, and still focused on watching the road. "Where is your home?"
Chen Ming sheng pointed to a building, Yang Zhao nodded, and said, "Okay."
Seeing that she had no intention of parking, Chen Ming Sheng took a deep breath, sat, and waited peacefully.
The two steps were driven by Yang Zhao for almost ten minutes before reaching the end. When the car stopped, Yang Zhao heard Chen Ming Sheng exhale obviously, as if a big rock had fallen to the ground.
She pursed her lips and looked sideways at Chen Ming sheng.
Just as Chen Ming sheng was about to say thanks, he raised his eyes and saw Yang Zhao looking straight at him.
"...Miss Yang?"
Yang Zhao raised his eyebrows lightly, "I don't drive well?"
Chen Ming sheng said, "What?"
Yang Zhao said, "You just sighed because you thought I was poor at driving?"
Chen Ming sheng was confused Water, he opened his mouth, but he didn't know how to explain it.
"Miss Yang...you misunderstood."
Yang Zhao turned his head and pulled out the car key.
"Let's go."
Chen Ming sheng got out of the car in a daze, his leg still hurt badly, but he was already numb to the pain.
The air after the rain was exceptionally nice. Yang Zhao took a deep breath and said to Chen Ming sheng, "Where is your home? I'll take you home.
" Chen Ming sheng supported his crutches and said to Yang Zhao, "No need, I can go back by myself."
Yang Zhao said, "What floor is your house?"
Chen Ming sheng didn't want to say anything more, but Yang Zhao asked too casually, so he subconsciously said it. "Fifth floor."
Yang Zhao: "There is no elevator in this building."
"...Well."
Yang Zhao: "I will take you up."
Chen Ming sheng said: "No, today is already very troublesome."
Yang Zhao: " I'm fine, let's go."
Chen Ming sheng finally frowned, and said in a low voice, "I'll go back by myself." After speaking, he didn't wait for Yang Zhao to reply, turned around, and left with his crutches on.
Yang Zhao could hear Chen Ming Sheng's obvious impatience. She looked at his back and limped into the community, but in the end, she didn't follow.
Back in the car, Yang Zhao didn't turn on the ignition but lit a cigarette instead.
"What's the big deal." Yang Zhao clicked his tongue and said to himself, "It's a rush, not a business."
After ten minutes, one cigarette was finished, and the car was already full of smoke. Yang Zhao suddenly remembered something, she flipped through her coat pocket and took out a crumpled piece of paper from the pocket.
She turned on the interior lights and flattened the paper under the lights.
It was so blurry that I couldn't see anything.
Yang Zhao stared at the tattered paper for a while, but couldn't tell what it felt like. Finally, she sighed and dropped the paper in the ashtray.
The moment she turned around, she suddenly saw something in the back seat.
The prosthetic limb lay quietly on the car seat.
Yang Zhao looked at that leg and gave a low laugh.
When she turned her head again, in the deepest part of the headlights, a figure with a cane was walking towards her. Yang Zhao didn't even look at him and reversed the car out of the alleyway.
How could Chen Ming sheng catch up to her? He tried to call a few times, but Yang Zhao also pretended not to hear.
On the way home in the car, Yang Zhao felt extremely at ease.
"Let me just say, being in a hurry is not a business..."