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Wealth is like living in a vacuum, and the air is filled with deep loneliness.

The nurse came in quietly every day wearing a wide mask, put a bunch of watery flowers in the clear glass bottle, and then silently lowered her head to take care of him and changed the dressings. She was very careful when changing the dressings, for fear of making Fugui hurt, so she always carefully wet the hard scars around the wound with boiling water, and then carefully peeled off the bandage, clamped a cotton ball with small tweezers and dipped it in alcohol to disinfect it, and sometimes she looked up at Fugui's expression with concern.

Every time she used alcohol to clean the wound, Fugui felt a piercing pain, but he didn't want to see her guilty eyes, so he always forced himself to do so. He just hoped that she could sit down and say a few words to him, but every time he changed the medicine and inserted the infusion bottle for Fugui, he would quietly leave with the plate, and even close the door, as if every slight sound would affect Fugui's recovery.

Fugui hated those two doctors a little. If they hadn't explained, Fugui wouldn't have suffered these unbearable loneliness!

Now his consciousness is completely awake, and he always sleeps because of helplessness every day, and he feels even more bored when he wakes up. During the day, he can prick his ears and listen quietly to the sounds coming from outside, but at night, he will sleep all night in front of the bright lights.

The wind blows away the night of longing, and the clouds float to bring dreams all over the ground. Looking at the hazy moonlight on the curtains, I remember the thoughts on my heart.

Swallow's clear eyes are always like two endless rails, making his thoughts turn around on the train of longing. His heart, in endless longing and deep guilt, rushed into the sad darkness along the two cold rails... And that darkness has always been the black fog that cannot be blown away in his heart!

The more lonely I feel, the more I feel extremely lost, the deeper I miss the swallows in my heart, thinking about the little things they are together, thinking about those unforgettable times, thinking about her affectionate gaze, thinking about her figure waving her from afar when she parted...

I always weave my dreams over the years in the unbearable loneliness, and I always shed infinite sorrow in the loneliness. The beauty has gone, but only that longing is still locked in my heart, and the sound of tears falling resounds in the lonely night...

A sudden pain in his chest felt as if someone was tearing his wound. Fugui couldn't help but gasp. He looked up at the bouquet of flowers on the windowsill, and the bright red petals were blooming quietly as if they were stained with blood.

What day is it today? How many shots have I been shot? Who sent me to the hospital? Fugui looked at the bouquet of flowers and silently thought about the series of questions.

He suddenly remembered that he had a ferocious face that night, with a cruel smile on his face, and the gun in his hand kept firing evil bullets. Although he had no sense at that time, he could still clearly see the bright red blood mist constantly coming out of his body with the gunshot...

If I had been a little more patient at that time, if I could find that sniper... maybe it would be another result. Fugui sighed softly, and he looked at the white ceiling and thought silently: If time turned back and returned to that night, he would definitely kill the rampant sniper, but life only had one choice, no matter whether it was right or wrong, there could only be one!

It was precisely because of my negligence that I was teased by that hateful guy. Fugui remembered that man teased himself like a cat playing with a mouse, and a rage rose from his heart.

The fluctuations in his emotions made his wounds ached again.

What the doctor said was true? Fugui endured the pain and couldn't help but smile bitterly. He remembered that the old doctor said before leaving: Get a good rest and don't be too excited. At that time, he secretly complained that it would be great to have someone to talk with him. At that time, he secretly called him a quack doctor.

It was a little stuffy, especially the oxygen hood that held half of his face, which was very uncomfortable when pressed on his face. Fugui stretched out his legs gently, but he didn't feel any pain. The nurse probably wouldn't come tonight, so he simply stretched out his hand and gently took off the oxygen hood, but he couldn't turn off the bubble-burning switch and wasting oxygen in vain.

Just waste it. Who told them not to check it carefully? I insisted that my vital signs were not stable yet. Fugui helped me find a reason, and then moved my arms gently, feeling that I had recovered a lot.

Fugui silently reminded himself that he must cover the oxygen hood before resting, otherwise the nurse would be unable to explain it when she came.

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When he woke up, he saw several doctors in white coats surrounding him for examinations. The old doctor who came the day before yesterday also consulted together. Seeing Fugui wake up, he smiled at him with a serious face: "It's great, it's beyond our expectations to recover so quickly." After that, he whispered to the young doctor, and the doctor nodded constantly.

After they left, Fugui sighed.

The nurse changed flowers and cleaned the room for him. Finally, she stood in front of him, with a trace of dissatisfaction flowing out of her eyes and complained: "The doctor said, you have recovered well, but... But why did you remove the oxygen hood last night? Why don't you understand our work at all?"

Fugui was stunned for a moment. When he was resting yesterday, he remembered wearing an oxygen mask, but he forgot when he was sleeping. No wonder the nurse was angry. He smiled apologetically and hurriedly looked for the oxygen mask beside the bed, but after touching it for a long time, he looked at the nurse awkwardly and said helplessly: "I'm sorry, wearing it is so boring."

The nurse sighed and said, "Don't look for it anymore. The doctor said you don't need to wear it." After that, she picked up a cotton ball from the cabinet in front of the window, dipped it in his lips and said, "You have to recover so quickly because you have good physical condition, but you are still weak. You must rest well, control your emotions, speak less, and must cooperate with our treatment."

Fugui nodded and looked at the ceiling for a while. No wonder Liming said that hospitalization was like sitting in confinement, which made people crazy lonely. Now he felt that his words were true.

When the nurse took his temperature and picked up the plate and was about to leave, Fugui couldn't help but ask softly: "Wait a minute, can you ask me something?"

The nurse stopped and looked at him and nodded, "Yes, what's the matter?"

Fugui has always had many things to know these days, but now he really doesn’t know where to ask. He thought for a while and said, “How many days have I been here?”

The nurse returned and said, "It's the fourteenth day today."

"Oh." Fugui didn't expect that he had lived for so long. He sighed and looked at her expectantly and asked, "How are my comrades? Are they okay?"

The nurse frowned slightly: "They are right next to you, and they are recovering well. They just clamor every day and say they are bored. These comrades in their arms are good, but they are not very good at temper. Fugui, you should recuperate well. When you get better, you can see them after you move out of the emergency ward."

Fugui's heart finally fell to the ground. He sighed and said with a long sigh: "It's fine." He suddenly felt surprised and looked at the nurse and asked in confusion: "Do you know my name?"

The nurse looked at Fugui and smiled: "Don't you remember me?"

"We know each other?" Fugui looked at her, but her mask was too big, covering most of her face. He really couldn't remember who she was.

"I'm Yang Jing." She looked at the watch and said, "You have spoken a lot today, and you'll have to rest from now on." After that, she walked to the door with the plate, remembering something and saying, "I know you feel bored. I'll give you a gift later. When you get better, you must thank me!"

After she left, Fugui recalled her words just now. He knew the temper of his comrades. He stayed quietly like this every day, and even felt lonely and unbearable, let alone them.

Yang Jing came in the afternoon. She held an exquisite cardboard box, pink silk ribbon and beautiful bow. As soon as she entered the door, she smiled at Fugui and said, "Guess what I have in my hand?"

Fugui looked at the cardboard box and shook his head: "I can't guess it."

She called the cardboard box, which turned out to be a mini recorder. She lowered her head and put a tape in it and looked at Fugui and said, "The doctor said that listening to music is good for you, so I switched around for a whole morning and bought this tape. I don't know if you like it or not."

To be honest, Fugui knew nothing about music. Yang Jing handed the recorder to Fugui, pointed to the keyboard above and said, "Did you see it? This is the play button, just press it. If there is something you like to listen to, press this play button." After that, he gently pressed the play button, and the melodious melody suddenly rang out.

After listening to Fugui for a while, he was very familiar with the second song. He seemed to have heard it somewhere, but he couldn't remember it.

Yang Jing seemed to see what he was thinking: "What's wrong? Don't like the second sad music?"

Fugui smiled silly: "To be honest, I don't understand music, but I'm very familiar with this song, and I seem to have heard it somewhere."

"Oh," Yang Jing covered her mouth and smiled: "This is the famous song "Liang Zhu". After that, she stood up and said: "You have a good rest. I'm going to see other patients. If I don't like these music, I'll buy you other belts tomorrow."

Although Fugui doesn't understand music, with these beautiful melodies, he no longer feels as lonely as he did the previous two days. He thought, it would be great if he had the song "Fifteenth Moon", that song was his favorite.
Chapter completed!