The Wind Blows Fallen Leaves Chapter 88

story

After sleeping for such a long time, Shen Luo could only rely on nutrient solution to hang on. The liquid in the bottle gradually drained away as the setting sun converged.

Liang Qian’s footsteps were tapping in his ears, and the sounds of concern were endless. His thoughts slowly returned, and he looked at the quiet Shen Luo and said, “The story is so long. If I don’t express it well, don’t laugh at me. After all, my language skills are obvious to all.”

Apart from him, only Liang Qian seemed to know the story that lasted for more than ten years.

“After telling stories for so long, why don’t you wake up?” Liang Qian said with a wry smile.

He kept chattering for an unknown amount of time, and then he lay down on the sofa beside him and rewarded himself with an apple. Suddenly he felt the quilt on the bed jump, and he chewed off a piece of fruit. He looked at the place where he had just moved suspiciously and said, “Is it because he was blinded by it?”

But when he looked carefully, Shen Luo’s eyes were open. He was so frightened that Liang Qian accurately projected the apple in his hand into the trash can next to him, and walked to the hospital bed in three steps at a time.

He said in surprise: “You’re really awake. You deserve to be told such a long story to you.”

Shen Luo’s pupils were a little out of focus, and he didn’t seem to have really woken up. Liang Qian immediately called the doctor, and finally remembered to call An Yu. The doctor checked him briefly and said, “All indicators have recovered. As long as he wakes up, it will be no big deal.”

An Yu, who hurried back in a hurry, stopped at the door and breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that he was okay. He leaned against the door without going in.

An Yu’s hand was tightly clasped against the door, with mixed feelings in his heart. His emotions surged for a moment. He didn’t dare to go in, for fear of seeing Shen Luo’s disappointed look, and fear that he wouldn’t have the confidence to answer when Shen Luo asked.

Liang Qian waved back and forth in front of him, trying to attract his attention, but Shen Luo kept looking at the ceiling blankly. The next second, he looked at Liang Qian like a stranger and said nothing.

Liang Qian held up his head, shook it slightly, and said, “You don’t really forget, do you?”

Shen Luo slapped his hand away angrily and stared at him dissatisfied. Liang Qian looked at An Yu in the crack of the door and shook his head.

“You have a good rest first, and I won’t disturb you anymore.”

The door was closed gently, An Yu squeezed his shoulders anxiously and asked, “How is he?”

“It looks like that’s probably not normal. Let’s ask the doctor first.”

An Yan was undergoing an operation to remove a brain tumor. The lights during the operation had been on for nearly six hours. Dr. Duan walked in from the outside and saw An Yu in the office. He greeted him warmly. At this time, An Yu didn’t have any thoughts at all. He nodded perfunctorily as a courtesy.

“What’s wrong, scowl, how is your arm recovering?”

An Yu rolled up her sleeves and let him take a look. Doctor Duan smiled reassuringly and said, “The recovery is going well, but don’t overwork yourself. An injury of this level needs to be taken good care of.”

An Yu still didn’t smile, so she raised her eyes and asked him, “Where is my brother?”

“If you want to see Dr. An, you may have to wait for a while. He will have to hold a seminar after the operation. He probably won’t be back until early in the morning.”

Seeing that he had no intention of leaving, Dr. Duan pulled up the chair and looked at him with his head bent, and asked, “Are you worried about something? Is it because of the person in the ward?”

“I guess I guessed it right,” Dr. Duan tightened his white coat, guessed, and said with a smile, “You are worried about him, right?”

“…”

Dr. Duan’s laughing voice soothed An Yu’s restless heart. He said, “You should really worry. After all, his condition may be good or bad. Even if he wakes up, the severe trauma to his brain will affect his nerves and cause nervous system disorder. If he is lucky, he will just forget some things. If he is unlucky, it will affect the rest of his life.”

These words coincided with what he heard outside the door, and were even more serious. He hesitated and said: “Then…can he recover?”

After asking this question, An Yu’s heart felt sour and she looked at him with shining eyes. Doctor Duan thought for a moment and said to him with all eyesight: “You are afraid that he will forget you, right? Forgetting is not necessarily a bad thing. For him, having a good memory is a kind of distress. If he wants to forget, let him forget. You can’t stop him from protecting himself. At the same time, you have to believe in yourself and him.”

Doctor Duan talked to him a lot. When he returned to the ward, Liang Qian didn’t know where he went. When he walked in, Shen Luo had already fallen asleep. He stood in front of the window, facing him with the moonlight on his back, and cold air came out from his limbs.

He took a closer look and said in a very light and deep tone: “You have lost weight.”

Shen Luo’s breath hit the back of his hand, and a few strands of coolness gently stroked his hair. Anyu looked at his dry lips, subconsciously licked her own, and then placed a kiss on his forehead.

“I have learned how to cook delicacies from the mountains and seas. When you are well, I will cook them for you every day.”

After speaking, a tear was about to fall on Shen Luo’s face. An Yu hurriedly stretched out her hand to catch it, moving gently for fear of waking him up.

Liang Qian just stopped Liang Zheng and Guo Rui who were coming to see him. When he came back, he saw An Yu sitting on the hospital bed and silently retracted his hand from pushing the door.

An Yu sat like this for an hour. Liang Qian’s legs were numb from squatting, and he said with a somewhat painful expression: “Why is it not healed yet?”

Another hour passed, and finally he couldn’t stand it anymore, so he opened the door generously and went in. After An Yu saw him, he stood up to leave.

“You take good care of him tonight, I’ll go back first.”

Liang Qian’s hand tightened on the phone and said speechlessly: “Why don’t you wait for me here?”

“Yes.”

This word made Liang Qian very angry, and he waved his hand to tell him to get out of here.

When Shen Luo woke up again, it was almost noon. The doctor told him to eat light, so Anyu started cooking porridge early in the morning. When he brought it back, it was still steaming. He had a tulip in his right hand. The aroma of the flowers and the hot aroma of the porridge simultaneously opened up his sense of smell.

An Yu put the flowers in a vase nearby, put away the old one, and then put her right hand around the back of his neck to help him up and lean against the head of the bed.

While An Yu was busy, Shen Luo looked at him up and down, and finally stared at his face unable to move away for a moment.

Liang Qian took full notice of his actions, leaned close to his ear and said, “What, you don’t know me anymore?”

Shen Luo turned around and looked at him with disgust and rolled his eyes again, but Liang Qian exclaimed in surprise: “Yes, yes, yes, with this look, I knew you couldn’t forget me.”

The two of them stared at him as he drank every drop of the bowl of porridge.