A Flower of 80s' Supply and Marketing Cooperatives (MTL)

Chapter 43-44

Chapter 43 - "You pressed my arm"

　　After the bed next door was discharged from the hospital for care at home, a new patient came. The 70-year-old man suffered a cerebral hemorrhage and recovered his life after the operation, but he was also in a coma.

　　Shen Bailu has seen too much human misery in the hospital these few days, and he has not even sighed.

　　It's just that I dreamed of Fang Lei's children's shoes that night, and the first sentence he said was: "Are you?"

　　Shen Bailu woke up in fright from his dream, he couldn't, he didn't, the dream was the opposite, how could he forget himself after waking up?

　　But......

　　Looking at Fang Lei, who was lying motionless on the bed, Shen Bailu wiped away the tears that appeared in fear.

　　Fang Lei, if you can wake up, it doesn't matter if you forget me, we will meet again, let me tell you how we met at the time, and tell you that you helped me carry the load and walk like flying, I was empty-handed behind I can't catch up with your funny picture...

　　Fang Lei continued to lie down quietly without any reaction.

　　Shen Bailu sighed and looked at the time. It was almost time for nursing and he was going to wipe him and turn over.

　　These days, Fang Lei has lost a lot of weight. At first, it took Shen Bailu a lot of effort to help him turn over. Now he has become lighter, his strength has increased, and he can handle it easily. It's just that every time after the tossing in the middle of the night, it takes a long time for Shen Bailu to fall asleep.

　　The same is true today, sitting on a stool, holding his rough and hard palm, giving him a massage by the way, and doing some exercise.

　　Although everyone did rough work, compared with his hands, Shen Bailu's hands looked much softer.

　　In the guest house that time, Shen Bailu grabbed his finger and counted his fingerprints. There were a few baskets and a few baskets. While counting, he read: "One basket is poor, two baskets are rich, and three baskets sell tofu..."

　　He laughed: "Who taught you to sing?"

　　"We can all sing over there, haven't you heard it?"

　　"No."

　　"Have you counted, how many baskets? Is it poor or rich?"

　　After counting, the fingerprints on his fingers were indistinguishable, and they were smoothed.

　　"Don't worry, you follow me, how can you be poor?"

　　He also said with interest: "I'll count it for you."

　　Shen Bailu stretched out his slender, soft, red hand to him, he counted, and simply bit her finger... He only bit gently, but she was so anxious that she hit someone...

　　Thinking about it now, she didn't react to his true meaning at the time.

　　Everything was like yesterday, like a dream but not a dream. When she woke up, Shen Bailu still grabbed his hand and slept beside the bed. I thought his fingers would move, just like it was in the TV series.

　　Stared at it for half an hour-nothing happened.

　　*

　　It's another brand new day, and today is no different from yesterday.

　　It's just that another patient came here today, saying that he accidentally fell from the third floor while building a building in Shenzhen City. In addition to how long his body was fractured, it also caused a coma. At present, more than a hundred thousand people have poured into Shenzhen City in three years, but medical resources have not kept up, so they have to be transferred to this hospital for follow-up treatment.