Floating, the three souls do not know where to go, the seven souls have no place to live; indulge, darkness is boundless, ethereal and endless... Suddenly, a series of arduous pain in the camp attacked the soul sleeping deeply. He could no longer float and indulge. Although his eyes were sour and difficult, he still wanted to open it. The memories before the consciousness was swallowed seemed to be blurred into black and white movies, and various floating voices alternated in the air around his ears...wow, whose voice called again?

Many, male, female, old, and few—

"Young Master Chai——"

"Zhuo Ning——"

"son--"

"grandson--"

It seemed as if he had traveled thousands of mountains and rivers and nowhere to know where he was, he unconsciously responded, "Oh...", and in a blur, he felt that there was energy wandering out of his limbs and bones, his head was dizzy, and the magic shadow and charming sound turned into clear noise. He raised his eyes and tried hard to receive a trace of clarity poured from his head. His focal-free gaze seemed to see a familiar face... He was confused - why was the eldest brother's face so panicked?

"Brother?" He seemed to want to smile naughtyly like he was when he was a child, but he was so tired, so sleepy, so he wanted to sleep... When he tilted his head, Chai Zhuoning fell into a coma again.

"Wake up! Open your eyes and look at your mother!" Mu Wanqing's frightened and angry voice drilled into his increasingly blurred consciousness, "Doctor! Son! Son, wake up! Luo Weixin! You'd better pray that my son is fine!!"

It took eight days for Chai Zhuoning to realize that he had experienced a thrilling escape from death in a tsunami that was rare in a century.

From the moment he was admitted to the hospital, he was in a deep coma and had a high fever. Even though he had been hanging the potion, his heat still did not fade away. He had never opened his eyes for three consecutive days, but he kept uttering a vague murmur like Latin.

Mu Wanqing, who was eager to love her son, was scared to death. She almost grabbed the hospital's director, Li Mingyuan, who was also her old classmate, asked him to stay in front of Zhuo Ning's bedside for 24 hours.

On the fourth day, Zhuo Ning barely opened his eyes.

On the fifth day, Zhuo Ning was able to recognize the person.

On the sixth day, Zhuo Ning woke up a little, but still couldn't get up. He felt that there was no normal place on his body, such as tonsils, throat, upper respiratory tract and bronchial all swollen and painful, and it was very difficult to swallow saliva, and the vocal cords were almost lost. He didn't want anything, so he could only express it by nodding, yes, shaking his head.

On the seventh day, although he was a little more awake, he could only rely on infusions to survive because of the lack of water and rice. Therefore, he was so weak that even the movement of raising his hand to wipe away sweat was as good as the slow motion on the TV, which was very difficult and slow, and he was breathing.

Because he could not leave the bed, his range of movement was limited to whether he was lying down or sitting up against the bed board. He lying for more than three minutes for half a minute, and he had to lie down because his spirit could not support him. His consciousness was intermittently chaotic, as if his soul had already flown away from his body. Tu Yu's skin was unwilling to rot and he fought for the final struggle in the world.

On the eighth day, Zhuo Ning woke up early in the morning. When Zhuo Di, who was busy every day, pushed the door three times a day, stared at his elder brother's face, and Zhuo Ning completely let go of the past.

Maybe he let go of the persistent thoughts in his heart, so he improved his spirit and his appetite increased greatly. He could barely eat liquid food.

On the evening of the eighth day, he suddenly woke up from his dream.

The lights were hazy at midnight. When the eyes were turned over, the hallucinations gathered. It seemed that a figure stood at his feet covered with bed sheets. His long translucent body and his dark eyes were impossible. After blinking, I didn't know if it was the phantom or he fell asleep again. I woke up early the next morning and felt a vague dream.

Still unable to eat like usual, but I felt that my spirits were getting better. After dinner, my cousin Mu Miaomiao pushed him out for a walk in a wheelchair. The body I was familiar with before seemed to have become a strange body after recovering from the serious illness. At this time, I saw flowers, plants, people and trees again, and I felt like I had a different life.

In the wheelchair, he wanted to stand up several times, but his knees were sore and weak, and his legs were as if he was not attached to his body.

Under the cherry blossom tree, the evening breeze is blowing, and the right fingertips are used to rake their hair habitually. When they fail, they remember that they were injured in the large area of ​​the head skin during the tsunami, and were shaved off three thousand worries by the doctor when they were admitted to the hospital. They couldn't help laughing slightly, not hating the pain of following the waves, but only hating the tsunami to break the dream and become the present and the present.

It turns out that it has become the present and present.

After experiencing the biggest disease in my life, the soul has turned to another world and seems to be enlightened by future generations, and suddenly realizes that if you love forever, it doesn’t matter whether you get it or not.

He will be discharged from the hospital tomorrow. Zhuo Ning thought to himself: If he doesn't come tonight, that person will never come again, right?

At midnight, it was quiet and dark, and a handful of bright moonlight splashed in from outside the window, splashing a ripples.

With a creaking sound, someone pushed the door open and Chai Zhuoning was awakened and looked at the shadow standing at the door in confusion. Two eyes that seemed to be angry, weird, resentful, hatred, caring and wandering fell on his slightly surprised face.

Luo Weixin stood there for a long time, and Zhuo Ning woke up from the accident. The unexpected expression on his face slowly faded. Then she slowly walked to the edge of the bed, pulled over the chair and sat down in front of him.

"Oh, girl, who are you?" His tone was relaxed and soft, and his right hand pulled out of the white quilt and raised it to her, "Come on, get to know me, my name is Chai Zhuoning."

Luo Weixin was stunned and thought he was joking, so she sighed, "Stop playing." Then she leaned down and held his hand. After a while, she sighed, "Damn Chai Zhuoning, I really hate you." The slightly hoarse voice brought out complex emotions, which had been buried in her heart for many days.

Chai Zhuoning felt sore in his heart, but he smiled without any trace on his face, "Do you hate me? Hello, girl, tell me why?"

"Because you are not friends enough, because you are cruel and selfish." Luo Weixin sighed with a faint reproach, paused, and said slowly, "Although you have escaped from death, I will not forgive you... If you want me to forgive you, you must remember--as my friend, it is not that easy to die! Also, since you are the only friend, then in your lifetime, you cannot die before me, nor can you sneak away, and you cannot let yourself have something to do."

"Wow, may I ask this lady, since you ran to my ward in the middle of the night and said a lot of things I don't understand, then I'll ask you, do I... know you?" Chai Zhuoning's chest felt ache, and he looked at the sad Luo Weixin and pretended to be joking.

Luo Weixin looked at him in panic and restlessly, "You... don't know me?"

"Yes." Chai Zhuoning nodded seriously, his expression seemed extremely serious, and he didn't look like a joke at all.

Everyone recognizes it, but they don’t recognize her? Luo Weixin’s expression was stunned, her eyes were hot, and tears flowed silently on her face...
Chapter completed!