Chapter 173

Sunspot only remembered that when he opened his eyes, there was a handsome young man standing beside him, but the man's eyebrows were three times similar to Lu Qi.

Sunspot wanted to struggle, but found that he had been unable to speak. His throat was hot after the fire, his limbs were weak, and his whole body seemed to be scattered.

It turns out that he is not dead. In such a big fire, who can save himself?

Sunspot frowned tightly, "you..." Sunspot's voice was only hoarse, and his vocal cords were completely broken.

He closed his eyes. What if he was dead or alive? Living as he is now, he feels that the world has nothing to be nostalgic about.

The sunspot lying on the bed had almost no complete skin, covered with clean white gauze, and was repeatedly dyed red with blood.

Sunspot felt that he could not endure every time. He was manipulated by doctors, repeatedly changing gauze and wiping various unknown drugs. In this hospital, no one communicated with him.

The only constant thing is that the young people who come to see him every day have no relatives or relatives. From the beginning to the end, the youth have never said a word.

One day, he heard the doctor and the young man say: "I can't guarantee whether he can survive, the operation must be done, but we will try our best to save him." The doctor sighed again and again.

At this angle, sunspot can only see the back of the youth. Suddenly, the youth turns his head and looks at the sunspot. The sunspot's eyes are decadent and disappointed in life.

The young man pulled the doctor's sleeve. He and the doctor walked out of the room. If they knew that the sunspot was awake, they should find a more hidden place to discuss.

"Doctor, do the operation as soon as possible. I believe in the ability of the hospital." The young man's eyes were full of strength, but the doctor was relieved.

"Is the patient your brother? Why don't you talk at ordinary times? At this time, the patient needs the encouragement of his family. " The doctor was puzzled that he had never seen any communication between the two men in these three or four days.

The young man did not speak, just shook his head, showed a public relations smile, and then turned back to the ward.

The doctor looked at the young man's back, thinking.

The young man opened the door and looked at the sunspot with his eyes closed. The man was like fish on the chopping board. He woke up early tomorrow and pretended to be dead in bed every day.

"You can't cure your throat, but you should be able to survive." The voice of the youth is cold, and the eyes are also very cold.

Sunspot thought it was ridiculous that his life and death had nothing to do with him. Why let him be the Savior? If he could move, he would rather crash to death.

"Don't you want revenge? It took me a lot of effort to save you. " The young man's leather shoes were on the ground, and the rhythmic sound seemed to have determined that sunspots would not die so easily.

Sunspot's eyes suddenly widened, and he almost forgot. Now, who gave him his miserable body? He would never forget that even if he was dead, he would drag them to hell.

"As long as you survive, everything is possible. If you stay green, you won't be afraid of no firewood. That's all I have to say. Think about it yourself." The young man left with that, and the cold words were meaningful.

Sunspot looked at the white ceiling. Tears of resentment came down from the corner of his eyes. The tears infected the wound. The pain made him remember the fire all the time.

Yes, he wants to survive. Only if he survives, can he leave his life in memory. At the beginning, he bravely walked out of the orphanage in order to have a different future. Now everything is retrogressive, and the speed of light extinguishes the light in his heart.

If the fire that could not escape made him fear and pain, the process of treatment magnified the pain by 10000 times.

In order to heal the wound better, he can't use anesthetic. His pain is far less than that when he is burned. However, it is the most painful time to change the dressing every day.

He clenched the root of his teeth every time, without making any sound. The pain made him sweat. On the contrary, the nurse who helped him change his clothes sucked cold air every time, and his hands were shaking.

Perhaps such a terrible wound, ordinary people will not see it all their life, but they just let themselves bear it.

Young people still come to see him once a day, as if to confirm his life and death, or may be in silent encouragement, no matter why, sunspot is very grateful to him.

If it was not for the youth, he might have been reduced to ashes. Even if he survived, he just wanted to die.

Sunspot in these days of treatment, has calmed down, his life is his own, he should live well, whether for himself, or for revenge.

Sunspot has been able to make a slight voice these two days, but the voice is more hoarse than 80 year old people, hoarse people do not want to listen.

"You can talk, and the wound is almost healed. I believe that you will be discharged from the hospital in less than a month." The little nurse showed an angel smile.The little tiger teeth showed up, which made the little nurse more lovely. For nearly half a year, this person had been taking care of sunspots. During this period, other nurses were arranged to come in, but finally they could not bear to leave. Only she remained.

The little nurse looked at him like this, more sympathy, girls are generally kind-hearted, today the little nurse for the first time to communicate with him, let him some accident, not afraid of him has made him very grateful.

Sunspot thought of his disfigured face, some inferiority bowed his head, he did not know whether to smile.

"It doesn't matter. I believe that you must be very good-looking in the past. You must refuel your life. I can't take care of you for so many days in vain." The little nurse pushed the car and went to the next ward.

Sunspot's heart is warm, like a stream, purifying his mind.

"You're in a good mood." The sunspot recalled the words of the little nurse, but did not notice the youth who came to his ward.

Sunspot immediately raised his head. Every time he saw a young man, his eyes were grateful. The medical expenses he needed to spend were definitely not small, saying that a million was a small amount.

Every night, sunspot thought about why the young man had to save him. At such a high price, how could he get such a gift.

"Thank you." Sunspot said this sentence in his heart for a long time, he could not say before, now must tell him personally, but thank you three words are not enough to fill his thanks.

"Finally I can talk." The youth showed his first smile in half a year, and the sunspot was stunned on the spot.