She was raised by her mother. She was painful. She looked at the special needles when she was donating blood. She almost cried without fear. Fortunately, the nurse had a lot of experience. She just pricked it into her arm, and the red blood ran thick. The long tube was sent to the blood bag, which was warm, like a cargo, and was thrown into the box.
At that time, her arm hurt and her heart hurt, and there was a feeling of selling blood.
If it wasn't for a few days before the hospital sent a text message, she was told that the blood donation had been used to treat patients clinically, and there was still a hurdle in her heart.
Gu Yinshu looked down at the scar that had scarred on her chest. It didn't feel strange, but she just released her hand and leaned against the red wall. The girl's hand moved around his chest, but had no other meaning. He looked at the girl's worried look, then suddenly thought of it, then seriously said, "It doesn't hurt." It really didn't hurt. It was just because someone laughed at him as a wild child and was beaten back by his fist. Later, he got better and better, and the rumors beside him became less and less.
He supported his chin, remembering that he was lying in a hospital. He was lonely. He could hear the noise of the road outside the window and hear all the sounds in the corridor, but he still felt lonely coldly. He went away, living in a vague world, and then at that time, the most anticipated thing was when he slept at night. Because you can dream freely. Fragmented, small, grown-up, mixed together.
If he rests particularly well during the day, night is a continuous and organized dream. So he recovered quickly. Gu Yinshu felt that he no longer cared about the loneliness of lying alone on the hospital bed, but when he heard her mention it, he suddenly felt that his eyes were moist and his heart was filled with unknown grievances.
Watching him become silent, the smile on his face faded slowly, and he couldn't help pouting, feeling that he shouldn't ask.
Obviously, this is not good memory. Then she heard the boy's very soft voice, "In fact, it doesn't matter, it's just a person, and feels a little cold inside." She suddenly remembered that Gu Yinshu rarely mentioned his mother. I only know that his father is a deceased president, plus some of the information above, but nothing else. Can't help frowning, "No one takes care of you?"
Gu Yinshu turned back, pulled a handful of hair from her shoulder and played with it in her hand, shook her head with a smile, "I am so big. If it weren't for my aunt and uncle, I might have died!" She gradually felt in her heart Annoyed, "Did you not come to the hospital?"
Gu Yinshu touched her head and comforted her mouth: "She was not at ease, she helped me find a good doctor."
In fact, he didn't really have much to do. It was only during the rescue that his desire to survive was not high, so he woke up slowly for a long time and couldn't distinguish between reality and dreams. Feeling more and more distressed, fingers rubbing the scar, I don't know what to say. Gu Yinshu closed his eyes and banged his fingers on Chi An, only to find that there was an invisible black hand in his heart that dragged him down desperately, and then a very beautiful girl kept desperately dragging him up.
She gave him warmth.
As long as you can keep her forever, let him do anything. The sun is gradually rising, blowing slowly with some cold wind, blowing away the water vapor above the hot spring.
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