Chapter 330

Listen to my words, uncle Zhao also began to worry, he quickly informed the hospital, we all set out, two hours later in a small iron gate of the hospital found him.

When he found him, he was like a lost child, helpless in his eyes. I'm still sleeping in my clothes. I don't know where I pass by. It's dirty and muddy.

When he saw me, his eyes lit up, he quickly ran over, took my hand, looked at me with a special dependent expression and said, "Leyi, I can't find my home."

"It's OK. I'll take you back." I patted him on the back to comfort him.

"When I woke up, I found that I didn't live at home. I wanted to look for it, but I got lost." He said in a reasonably clear way.

"This is the hospital. Have you forgotten?" I asked him tentatively.

He thought about it, nodded his head and said.

When we found he Liancheng, we were all relieved. After the attending doctor resettled him, he pushed his glasses and said to me, "now is the normal reaction in the process of rehabilitation. The patient will suddenly lose his past and present memory, or even only remember a piece."

"Will you remember it all?" I asked.

He thought about it: "the worst outcome has been assumed in the plan, that is, he can't remember it completely, and even forget it now, but schizophrenia should not, and we are sure to wash his brain white again."

Every time something goes wrong, they will come up with the original treatment plan. I almost want to give that plan a slap in the face. The plan has never said that there will be so many unknown and chaotic situations.

Seeing my displeasure, uncle Zhao patted me on the shoulder and said, "Lian Cheng is still quite clear now, so everything is developing in a good way. Don't think about it any more. The process is a little longer and tortuous, but in the end, the worst outcome is to teach a new Cheng. "

I had no choice but to press down. With this time of getting along day and night, I found some familiar things in him, such as cooking, cutting fruit, arranging flowers

These small details are the same as he Liancheng before. I almost regard him as he Liancheng, and my mentality has changed, Maybe it's the kind of "care leads to chaos" that we all call it. I'm not as open-minded as I was when I signed the plan.

He Liancheng was lying on the bed. Seeing us go in, he pointed to a row of ticking instruments at the head of the bed and asked, "what's this for? What's wrong with me? "

Uncle Zhao said with a smile: "Liancheng, nothing is a routine physical examination, you are recovering, there is no big problem."

But he didn't want to sell uncle Zhao's face. He turned to me and said, "I want to listen to le Yi's explanation. We still have children. If I get a terminal disease, I should at least arrange their mother and son's life for the rest of their lives. What's lying here?"

Uncle Zhao was surprised and happy, said to me: "you and he slowly explain, I went out to get something to eat, tossed for a long time, estimated to be hungry, a few hours did not eat."

I walked over and looked at he Liancheng with a little joy: "do you remember?"

"What do you think of?" On the contrary, he was puzzled, and his tone was alert.

"Nothing. Do you remember who you are?" I asked.

"Joke, I'm he Liancheng, generous dad, your man." He said with a smile, and at the same time he reached back and pinched the tip of my nose.

This is the most intimate action between lovers. At this time, he did it against a face that I didn't like very much. I was a little incompetent and slightly tilted my head. His hand stopped in mid air.

Then he saw his reflection on the glass window, and his expression became instantly terrible. He almost shook his hand and touched his face, and then pinched it with a car. His eyes were full of panic and asked, "who am I?"

As soon as I saw that he was out of control, I immediately pressed down his hand and said, "you are he Liancheng, that's right."

"No, it's not me in there!" He seems to have forgotten everything about Cheng Xin. He pushes me away, pulls out all the pipes and wires, puts on his shoes and goes out in a hurry.

"It's you. It's you." I stopped him as I explained.

He almost lost his mind at this moment, pushed me open and went straight to the bathroom door. When I stumbled to the door, he had locked the door from inside.

I heard the crash of broken glass and his low, repressive roar. I'm afraid that he did something stupid in it. The doctor just said that he is unstable in mood and memory. He can't be alone.I beat the door hard and said, "you come out, I'll explain it to you."

There was a louder sound inside. I don't know what hit the door with a loud bang. Everything was calm again. I called he Liancheng in the bathroom for a long time and said nothing.

I hardly know what to do. Uncle Zhao ran in at this time. As soon as he came in, he asked, "what's the matter?"

"In the bathroom, I can't call it out. Maybe I saw myself now." I said it briefly.

Uncle Zhao did not wait for me to finish, immediately rang the emergency bell, less than a minute doctors and nurses have rushed in. The door of the bathroom was forced to open. He Liancheng stood in front of the dresser, pressing his hands on the pool, his hands covered with blood.

The ground is full of broken glass. When you look up at us, your eyes are like wild animals.

"Liancheng, it's really OK. I tried to explain to him, hoping that he would calm down.

If he thinks of the past, I need to do the rest of the healing, nothing else, just because I am his wife.

But the doctor didn't have the patience like me. He rushed in when I was talking. Before he reacted, he directly found a sedative, and then said, "I'm in bed these days. I need to tie a treatment belt."

I know the treatment belt. It's only used for manic patients. The whole person is tied on the bed like a living mummy.

He Liancheng looked at me, his eyes gradually blurred, and then he fell back.

The nurse standing behind him caught his body, and then he was quickly carried out and put directly on the bed. After the examination, his wound was bandaged.

I looked at the whole process of wound treatment, only my eyes hurt.

The whole back of the hand was punctured by the glass. According to the number of layers of wounds, each was bleeding. Although he had fallen into a deep sleep, he trembled with pain every time he wiped the disinfectant.

I can hardly see it. Uncle Zhao patted me on the shoulder and said, "this is the only way. Otherwise, it will be more difficult after the inflammation. I can't help looking at the heartache. I always have to deal with the wound first."

I nodded, but couldn't bear to look again, so I had to lower my head.

After the doctor went out of the room, the room was quiet. He lay on the bed and didn't know anything. His whole body was in a relaxed state, and his eyes rolled under the closed eyelids very quickly. He didn't know what he thought of.

As soon as I was ready to go and appease him, I heard a knock on the door. When I opened the door, I saw that it was the staff of the hospital. They explained that they wanted to clean up the toilet. When the patient's condition became stable, they asked us to move to other wards first. They wanted to redecorate the toilet.

They stayed in the room for about three minutes, cleaned up the glass and left quickly.

He Liancheng was sleeping uneasily. I couldn't help holding his hand. He called my name in a low voice. Then he finally stopped turning and fell asleep.

He slept for a long time. He woke up at about ten o'clock in the evening and said he was hungry as soon as he woke up.

Fortunately, I simmered a pot of chicken soup on the fire, immediately went to serve him a bowl, and then asked him what he wanted to eat.

When he finished the soup, he thought like a child, "dumplings."

"OK, I'll do it for you." Uncle Zhao and I will stand in for him and let him come up to guard. As for the doctor's suggestion, I didn't agree. I would rather work hard than be tied to bed like a prisoner.

Uncle Zhao's advice is not to use as much as possible, which will make the patient feel very harmful and may have a negative effect on the treatment.

There are not many ingredients in the kitchen on the first floor. I took out all the ingredients that could be used in the refrigerator, and managed to find a celery that could be used as stuffing. After I chopped it up, I mixed it with scrambled eggs and managed to make a bowl of stuffing.

Because of the lack of cooking, the dumplings came out of the pot in more than half an hour.

It's the fastest time I've ever cooked.

When the dumplings were served, he could smell the fragrance and looked at them eagerly. He even swallowed saliva when I appeared at the door with a bowl.

When he handed the chopsticks to him, he didn't feel too hot. He inhaled and ate them. In a moment, he ate more than 20 dumplings.

After eating, he looked up and asked me, "is there anything else?"

I'm sorry to say: "I'll make it for you tomorrow. Today is the only material. I'll go out and buy it tomorrow morning." He probably didn't think I would cheat him, handed me the bowl and said, "I'll have this tomorrow."

I took it with a smile and nodded.Now he is almost the same as a child, sometimes sticky people, sticky let me feel at a loss, said not to scold, only by his temperament.

However, after a week, he has stabilized a lot, no longer making trouble out of reason, no longer switching between two memories in confusion, but relatively fixed to say that he is he Liancheng.

He seems to have forgotten about looking in the mirror.

But according to the doctor's advice, we still take out the mirror and other things where he can see, and even hang a picture on some mirrors that can't be moved as a shelter.

The doctor analyzed his condition and said that he couldn't stand the stimulation of facial changes. So before he fully recovered, don't mention it. In the future, if he can fully recover, it will be much easier to talk about it with the self-control of adults.

I also seem to see that everything is developing for the better, looking forward to the third stage of treatment.

Just at the beginning of the third stage, Yuan Zheng suddenly appeared in the hospital, looked at he Liancheng lovingly and said, "can I get my son to you in two days?"