A Lucky Coin

The anaesthesia has been completely passed, and the wound on his body began to feel painful. Yan Hang is considered to be very tolerable. This kind of pain is not too severe for him, but he can't stand it for a long time.

He has always wanted to try to get himself to sleep, adjust his breathing, slow down, and follow the rhythm, but he is always a little confused for a while, unable to really fall asleep.

There was always a needle sticking in the back of his left hand, which was a bit painful for him, who had barely been exposed to water.

From the back of the hand to the forearm, it is sore and swollen, and it is still cold, and it will twitch slightly uncontrollably.

At first he thought it was quite interesting. He was lying on the bed on the first day of the new year. He twitched his hand. On the first day of the new year, he would reach out and tap his fingertips, move, and click again. He felt like fishing.

Shaking the bait, the little stupid fish came over and touched and ran away.

He didn't realize something was wrong until the fish bit the hook, but he didn't dare to move.

After Chu Yi walked out of the ward lightly and closed the door, he sighed softly, turned his head that had been leaning back, and his neck became sore.

At the last moment, it was not the first-year finger that touched his fingertips, but... his lips.

Although it was just a light touch, the different touch was quite obvious.

Yan Hang glanced at the door of the ward, then continued to close his eyes.

In the past, my dad always said that you should pay attention to fights and don't get too severely injured. Otherwise, you will lose half your intelligence during general anesthesia.

He felt funny every time he listened, but after experiencing this time, he felt that the dad who had always been talking nonsense might be true this time.

The anesthesia has passed, but he has always felt as if there is a paste in his mind, and he feels strenuous to think about anything.

Has intelligence dropped by half?

In fact, it's okay. I used to have an IQ of 300, but now I'm a genius with a 50% discount.

Yan Hang smiled.

Many details of yesterday’s events were unclear, and he was reluctant to think about it. After all, he grew up so much and was stabbed into the hospital for the first time when he faced a person so much different from himself.

The only thing he remembers clearly is that he can react immediately at the time of the collision, and feel that the right hand of the person behind him is raised. Fortunately, he is holding the phone in his left hand, and the right hand hanging on his side can be felt on his waist. At the moment of tingling, he grasped the blade that hadn't penetrated the body completely.

After that, he couldn't remember clearly. He couldn't notice if his waist was stabbed. Almost every movement of the body needed the strength of the waist. He didn't try hard and chose to protect himself.

But... what he hasn't really wanted to understand is that except for the beginning of the knife, this man has no more lethality in his subsequent actions, or this person is too inexperienced, or this person didn't think about it too much. Heavy hands.

Why not make a heavy hand?

Why would an inexperienced person take the risk and do it with him? If it weren't for the phone call, this person wouldn't even be able to hurt him.

That phone.

In the past two days, the one he remembered most clearly was probably the phone number on the first day of the junior high school.

To be precise, it was the phrase "I like you" on the phone on the first day of junior high school.

Although he had thought about this before, but in his first year of junior high school, he always seemed to be a ignorant child, even if he is almost 1.8 meters tall now, even if he has a "dog brother" in school. I'm still a silly kid now.

He never expected to say such a sentence so suddenly and so bluntly on the first day of the new year.

And he still didn't think about how to answer.

After changing to anyone else, he said thank you and it was over.

But not in the first grade.

The first day of junior high is different from anyone, sensitive and inferior, and cautious.

A "thank you" that is the same as someone else's may be a blow to the first year of the junior high school.

I like you.

Yan Hang changed his left hand and placed it on his stomach, the soreness was really uncomfortable.

He liked him on the first day of junior high school. Obviously, he always knew that he liked him on the first day of junior high school, just as he also liked him very much. He would find it funny and cute on the first day of junior high school. He would still feel distressed when he was wronged.

But it is also very obvious that he is a stupid dog in the first day of the first year.

He couldn't be sure that he didn't distinguish the difference between like and like in the first grade.

In the first year of junior high school, it can be regarded as basically no normal emotional interaction with anyone, and there is no relationship between family and friendship...

At this time, Zhou Chunyang said that he was gay and liked men.

Within two days, I said "I like you" on the first day of junior high.

Is this psychologically hinted or is it really known?

It seems that Zhou Chunyang really needs to be beaten out...

I like you.

Yan Hang tilted his head and lay for too long. It was like a whole night of insomnia. His whole body was sore no matter what the posture. Now he is in such a posture day and night, it is crazy.

So that he can't judge what kind of like he likes for the first year of junior high now.

He didn't like anyone, he would think that this girl is pretty and that guy is handsome, other than that, he would hardly think of anything else.

... But it doesn't matter what happened to him himself until he figured out what was going on in the first day of the junior high school.

The ringtone of the first-year mobile phone came from outside the door.

This kid is standing at the door when he goes out, almost inseparable.

Yan Hang was also a little worried about his physical condition. Although he was a dog brother who had been practicing boxing for a year, he still had a fever after two days and one night...

The door was pushed open, and Yan Hang closed his eyes and continued to pretend to sleep.

I can hear the first day of the junior high school carefully walking to the bed: "Still sleeping... well, I see..."

Yan Hang opened his eyes and snorted.

"I quarreled you and woke you up?" The first day of the new year hung up and looked at him and asked softly.

"No," Yan Hang said, "I just woke up."

"Oh," Chu Yi smiled, "Uncle Cui said to help, please ask for it, leave it, let me buy it and buy a mobile phone."

"Do you pay?" Yan Hang yawned.

"...If I pay, if I pay," said the first day of the new year, "it's okay, you use it, you have to be used to the old, old man machine?"

"Go away." Yan Hang said.

"Uncle Cui said you have money in your card." Chu Yi opened the drawer of the bedside table and took out his wallet.

"Old Cui is innocent," Yan Hang sighed, "I gave me a box of crayon sticks for my birthday and he took away six of them. Now I am so physically disabled and his cell phone is reluctant to give me one."

"You don't want to, how strong," he took out his card on the first day of the new year. "I was with you yesterday, and the person who had surgery on the block, that person, yelling in, going, now people are walking, slipping down the corridor , Daren."

"I'll show you one," Yan Hang smiled, "I want to lie on my side for a while, you can help me."

"Okay." On the first day of the new year, he walked over to the bed and put his hand under his back, "Don't use force."

Yan Hang didn't use any force, and he slowly pushed it to his side with the first hand.

"Energetic." Yan Hang said.

"Generally big," said the first day of the new year, "turn it for you, three hundred and sixty degrees, no problem at 15 degrees."

"Shut up." Yan Hang laughed twice.

"Three hundred and six, ten degrees." He corrected it again on the first day.

"Go buy a mobile phone," Yan Hang said, "get something to eat by the way."

"Accompany the horse, come right away," the first one helped him pull the quilt, "I will go again when he comes."

"Oh." Yan Hang lifted the quilt, reached in and tried to pull the clothes. The hospital gown was not elastic, and it was loose. Just turning over like this, it was all uncomfortable.

"Don't move." Chuyi grabbed his wrist and carefully put it back on the bed.

"You have to tick your clothes," Yan Hang said. "It's not that exaggerated. It's not that I broke my hand."

"Are you... pulling, pulling clothes, tickling?" Chu Yi asked.

"Now I'm pulling clothes, I might need to tickle it later," Yan Hang said, "I haven't scratched it since yesterday."

Standing behind him on the first day of the junior high school, he couldn't see the expression, and it took a while to feel him lift the quilt.

The clothes were pulled very carefully. Yan Hang felt that the first one was more nervous than his injured person. Although he didn't want to speak, his clothes were so comfortable that he pulled his back immediately, and he couldn't wait a second. .

He had to say another sentence: "Itchy back, scratch it by the way, the kind of severe scratching."

"Oh." The first day of the day said, he pulled up his clothes and reached in with his hands. It was two times, "Is it ruthless?"

"...Very ruthless," Yan Hang could feel his back a little hot, probably because he lay on his back for a long time and then grabbed it like this, "It won't be too ruthless to do two more shots."

On the first day of the first day of the new year, he lightly grabbed twice again: "Just right, isn't it too hard, too hard?"

"No," Yan Hang smiled, "I feel comfortable."

On the first day of the new year, I took a chair and sat on the edge of the bed, took out the phone and took a look, and sighed, "No battery."

"You go back in the evening," Yan Hang said, "I don't want to wear a hospital gown. Go and get some of my clothes and get your charger by the way."

He looked at him silent on the first day of the new year.

"Sleep again." Yan Hang said.

"Didn't you say to let me take care of you and wait for you." The first one seemed a little unhappy.

"The escort sleeps here at night, do you squeeze with the escort?" Yan Hang said.

"Then don't accompany, accompany you," said the first day of the day, "and save some money."

Yan Hang watched him silently.

He stared at him on the first day of the new year, and after three minutes, he said, "Okay, then I will come here early tomorrow morning."

"Hey," Yan Hang moved his left hand, "Come here and let Brother Xiaotian touch his head."

On the first day of the new year, he lowered his head to reach his hand, and he scratched his head on the first day of the new year.

The escort is an uncle in his forties. He looks neat and tidy. It is said that he has been an escort for more than ten years. He is familiar with the various procedures and regulations of the hospital and is also very skilled in caring for patients.

However, the old man in the middle school felt a little bit uncomfortable.

Especially when changing clothes for Yan Hang.

When the new hospital gown was delivered, Yan Hang's hanging bottle was just hung up. The uncle said that he had just changed his clothes. He was trying to help Yan Hang up on the first day of the junior high. Uncle had already pulled out a shake at the end of the bed very skillfully. Shake, shake the bed up a few times.

He was dumbfounded on the first day of the new year. He had no idea that this bed could still have this position.

Then he took off his clothes and changed his clothes. He couldn't get his hands in at all. Uncle finished it in a few strokes, and helped Yan Hang wipe his body by the way.

Let the uncle set off, he is like a waste.

It's even more uncomfortable when changing pants.

The first day of junior high can only work hard to join the "hand-in" activities, and try to make the time for changing pants shorter.

"Hey," Yan Hang let out a sigh of relief after changing his clothes, leaning on the bed, "This place of operation is quite far away, so how come the hair has been shaved."

The first day of the new year was stunned, not knowing how to answer the call.

In fact, this is the question he has always kept in his heart since he finished pulling Yan Hang's pants, but he was embarrassed to ask.

"Surgery is like this, the disinfection area is huge," the uncle smiled, "It's okay, it grows fast, it's just a bit pierced..."

"Damn," Yan Hang smiled, turning his head to look at the first day of the new year, "dog."

"Ah," the first day of the new year recovered from the shock, "huh?"

"Go back and pack things to eat and sleep," Yan Hang said, "come here tomorrow."

"Okay." The first day of the junior high school responded, and then glanced at the uncle.

"Don't worry," said the uncle, "the patients I have taken care of are not dissatisfied with me."

When I walked out of the hospital on the first day of the new year, I suddenly felt a little confused, standing on the side of the road not knowing which way to go.

When a cold wind blew over, he remembered that he had never been to the hospital. He came with an ambulance yesterday, and he didn't know where to go.

He looked around, trying to find a bus stop to see the stop sign.

But just shaking his head left and right like this, he suddenly felt dizzy, and he took a step to support the tree next to him before he stood firm.

This reaction made him a little flustered, not because he might be very ill, but because he was afraid of what to do if he could not get sick tomorrow.

As a stingy, he held up the tree and fought fiercely for a minute, then walked to a taxi parked on the side of the road, opened the door and sat in it.

When he returned to the gate of the community, the first day of junior high school felt that he was really burnt a little confused. Yan Hang's cell phone had not been bought yet, so he forgot to ask what kind of cell phone Yan Hang wanted.

After hesitating for a long time, he decided to take his own initiative and buy Yan Hang a new model of the same brand and series as the original mobile phone.

Yan Hang still liked his own mobile phone, and praised it all day, saying that it was good to take pictures.

I walked into a mobile phone shop for the first time in my first year of junior high school.

The first time he spent more than 4,000 yuan at a time, and because he didn't take Yan Hang's card, he took out his own money. After paying the money on his mobile phone, he basically had no money left.

Holding the small leather jacket and steel pin in his pocket, there is a feeling of interdependence.

When he opened the door of Yan Hang's house and smelled the familiar atmosphere in the house, the whole person relaxed in the first year of the junior high school.

But with this relaxation, he really felt that he might be very sick.

Dizziness, cold sweat, fluttering under the feet.

He quickly took out Yan Hang’s small medicine box, rummaged through it, and found...a box of ibuprofen. Thanks to his grandma’s years of training with painkillers, he knew that this would reduce the fever, so he took one and ate one. .

I didn't care about packing up Yan Hang's clothes. I charged my phone and took a shower, then went to bed wrapped in a quilt, hugged Yan Hang's pillow, and fell asleep.

Probably he was really sleepy. At this time, he felt that he was sleeping dimly, and when he woke up, his whole body was wet with sweat.

The phone on the pillow was flashing, and he quickly took it and took a look.

There are a few missed calls, which are unknown numbers, and several missed and text messages from Cui Yi.

"Uncle Cui," he called Cui Yi first, "I just fell asleep and fell asleep."

"Guessed," Cui Yi said, "Are you back? Do you still have a fever?"

"I'm back, no, don't burn it anymore." Chu Yi touched his forehead and sweated his hand.

"It's still early to go to bed again." Cui Yi said.

"Yeah." The first day of the junior high school said, and looked at the time, and found that it was just 11 o'clock, and thought I had slept until the next day.

"It's your brother who called back," the uncle escort walked to the bed with the ringing phone, "you answer it."

"Thank you," Yan Hang took the cell phone and answered the call, "the first day of junior high?"

"I'm asleep, have I fallen asleep? I hear you." The voice of the first day of the first day of the year was nasal after waking up.

"Are you sleepy," Yan Hang smiled, "have you eaten something?"

"...I ate it." He hesitated on the first day of the new year.

"What did you eat?" Yan Hang asked immediately.

"Fan." The answer was very fast on the first day.

"There is yogurt in the refrigerator," Yan Hang said, "just drink a can of yogurt if you don't want to eat."

"Oh," said the first day, "I bought a mobile phone for you, but no, I don't know if you like it or don't like it, it's... yes... wait for me to see..."

"I like it," Yan Hang said. "Elderly phones are also okay."

On the first day of the new year, he laughed: "It's not old, old man, more than four thousand."

"You bought it with your own money?" Yan Hang asked.

"Yeah." The first one responded.

"Then you won't pay the money." Yan Hang said.

"Go to your Weibo, hang on Weibo, hang on you," said the first day of the day, "passed the breath, masked the food blog, the blogger did this for a mobile phone and did something like this!"

Yan Hang clutched the wound on his waist and smiled a few times: "This long string is really hard for you."

"It's not difficult," said the first day. "As long as you have perseverance and perseverance, you can always finish."

"Shut up." Yan Hang gritted his teeth and controlled his laughter.

The phone belongs to the uncle, and Yan Hang can’t talk too long with the first day of the new year, and it’s too late for the hospital at this time. The TV has been off for more than an hour, and the patient in the next bed should also be asleep. , He hung up after chatting casually for a while with the first day.

Listening to the uncle lying down on the cot beside him, Yan Hang sighed slightly.

He shouldn't be able to sleep again tonight. There are a lot of things in his mind and his mood is not low, but it is really not very good. Only when he listens to the voice of the first year, he can interrupt a little.

As soon as the phone hung up, he fell into depression and extreme boredom.

It is not unaccustomed to say that this person is just stunned, but it is very uncomfortable if he is so stunned that he can't sleep and cannot move.

He didn't fall asleep all night, maybe his IQ hadn't been cut in half, and his mind began to gradually become clear.

In addition to feeling the discomfort of the wound and the soreness of the whole body more clearly, he suddenly had a judgment about the person who attacked him.

This judgment made his heartbeat speed up a bit.

Cui Yi said that there was more than one person back then. If Lao Ding was one of them, no matter how he died, his accomplices might have noticed it.

The person who walks unsteadily is almost the same age, so suppose he is the accomplice.

But the accomplice cannot come to do something to him just because he noticed or knew that another accomplice was dead, because even if he was killed, it would be meaningless to this person's plight.

It can only be that this accomplice is forced to have no choice...

Who forced it?Who can threaten him if he is injured?

Yan Hang slowly raised his hand and squeezed his eyebrows. He never dared to think about the current situation of his father, dead or alive, where and what he was doing.

But now he suddenly had a guess.

Although everything was based on assumptions, he still couldn't control his sudden thought.

Yan Zhiyuan, the old fox, should not have died.

When he walked into the ward with a duffel bag early in the morning on the first day of the new year, he could tell at a glance that Yan Hang didn't sleep last night, his face was not good, and he was a little more tired than he looked at yesterday.

"...Where can I get the bag?" Yan Hang looked at him.

"In your cabinet." said the first day.

"There are many duffel bags in my closet," Yan Hang said, "carrying one is better than it."

"Is this ugly, ugly?" On the first day, he looked at the bag in his hand. It was an ordinary bright blue canvas bag. Because there were not many things to hold, it was the most suitable size.

"Not ugly." Yan Hang said.

"Give it to you, cell phone." On the first day of the day, he took out the cell phone from the bag, and the uncle escort came over and put the bag in the cabinet next to it.

"Help me install the card." Yan Hang smiled.

When I was getting my mobile phone on the first day of the new year, the door of the ward was pushed open, a head came in, took a look, and whispered, "Yan Hang?"

"Why are you here?" Yan Hang was stunned.

"Manager Tang said you were robbed," a girl came in, holding a large bouquet of flowers, and several people were behind her, "Let's come and have a look, Sister Wang drove us here."

On the first day of the new year, he recognized that this was Yan Hang's colleague. He sang during the Mid-Autumn Festival. He retreated to the side and gave up the position beside the bed.

"What's the matter?" An older sister put a gift bag on the bedside table, "I also said that you have been mixed up, this rumor can't go on, and you can be robbed into the hospital... …Is it hurt badly?"

"It's okay." Yan Hang smiled.

This should be Sister Wang. I heard Yan Hang mention it on the first day of the junior high school. She was the foreman of another group, and she was very nice.

"It's okay, it's okay," the girl holding the flower looked familiar with Yan Hang, stretched out a hand and patted his face, "This expression is terrible."

Take your hand away!

take away!

On the first day of the first year, my eyes were round, and I was standing against the wall, but I suddenly stood up straight.

For two days, he hadn't touched Yan Hang's face except for wiping his face!What does this girl mean!

Feel free to reach out!

Yan Hang seemed to hear the roar in his heart, his eyes suddenly passed through the people, glanced at his face, and smiled at him.

This smile is very gentle, especially gentle. All the emotions of the first day of the new year dissipated in an instant, and he leaned back against the wall at once, feeling a bit weak in his legs.