Annihilation of the solar system

Everything in front of Lao Liu seemed to be out of focus, his vision became increasingly blurry, and he felt like a huge black curtain had risen from the back of his head, swallowing up his world unstoppably.

"Old Liu!! Old Liu!!!...What's wrong with you!!...Old Liu"

Under Zhou Cheng's shaking and shouting calls, Old Liu finally recovered and stared at Zhou Cheng:

"How is Chaowen doing now?"

Zhou Cheng picked up a bottle of mineral water, unscrewed the cap and handed it to Lao Liu:

"Don't worry, he's fine now. Shortly after you got on the plane, Chaowen began to gradually improve, and his body's various values ​​gradually returned to the normal range, but he was still in a coma. After a full-body examination, his body was in various

All functional indicators are very healthy. But he has not woken up yet. Experts at the hospital have judged that he may be overworked. He will wake up soon, and we will go to the hospital now."

Old Liu's nerves, which were about to collapse, relaxed a little. Then he felt his mouth was dry and he drank a few large sips of water:

"Teacher Zhou, has the doctor found the specific reason for Chaowen's current situation? You know, he had a serious illness when he was a child..."

A trace of confidence returned to Zhou Cheng's face:

"Currently, Chaowen's vital signs are completely normal. It's just that the brain activity is very intense, so waking up is definitely not a problem. When you were on the plane, the hospital contacted the top brain expert in the country. When I came to pick you up, he was already working on Chaowen.

Wen has made a diagnosis, and we will know the further situation as soon as we arrive at the hospital."

Old Liu nodded, neither asked nor spoke. Zhou Cheng felt guilty because he was the one who brought 17-year-old Liu Chaowen to Beijing, and he knew what Chaowen meant to Old Liu.

Zhou Cheng and Lao Liu ran all the way to Chaowen's ward. A doctor with gray hair and a white coat had just come out of the ward with several doctors who looked quite young. They saw Zhou Cheng and Lao Liu coming out of the ward.

Liu came over and a doctor came forward:

"Professor Zhou, you are back. Is this Liu Chaowen's father?"

Zhou Cheng, who was already sweating on his forehead, nodded and went straight to the topic towards the gray-haired doctor:

"How is the situation in Chaowen, Professor Zhu?"

Professor Zhu took off his mask, revealing a troubled face:

"I have read all of Chaowen's examination reports, and I went in for an examination just now. Chaowen's vital signs are very stable now, but his brain is very active. We have never seen this situation before."

The old professor hesitated for a moment and continued:

"This is equivalent to a person participating in an Olympic mathematics competition while sleeping. I am also very confused about this situation. I have contacted experts in Europe and will have a video consultation soon, but I believe Chaowen is not life-threatening.

.It’s just that violent brain activity consumes a lot of energy, and we are giving him nutrition through infusion. Professor Zhou, Mr. Liu, don’t worry.”

Old Liu asked with his breathing still not smooth:

"Thank you doctor, can I go in and take a look at Chaowen?"

Professor Zhu nodded:

"Of course, Chaowen's current state is equivalent to having a nightmare in deep sleep, with physical and even verbal behaviors. In order to prevent his excessive body movements from hurting himself, we tied him with a restraint and used low-dose

The sedative, he probably won't wake up tonight."

Then he said to a doctor next to him:

"I'm going to have a video consultation meeting. Xiao Sun, please go in with them and take a look."

Lao Liu and Zhou Cheng followed Dr. Sun to the ward. Liu Chaowen looked like he was fast asleep on the hospital bed. His feet, waist and hands were tied to the bed with restraints. If you look carefully, you can see Liu Chaowen's closed eyelids.

When the eyes are shaking rapidly, the hands will occasionally clench and loosen.

Old Liu looked at his son tied to the bed with mixed feelings. Zhou Cheng looked at the pale Old Liu and said apologetically:

"Old Liu, I'm sorry. I didn't take good care of Chaowen."

Old Liu waved his hand and said nothing. He walked to Liu Chaowen's bed and sat down. He held Liu Chaowen's white hand with his calloused and scarred hand, leaned down and whispered in his ear:

"Chaowen, Dad is here. Don't be afraid. You will wake up from any nightmare. You are too tired. Get up when you have had enough rest. Dad is here to accompany you."

After finishing speaking, Lao Liu straightened up, wiped away the tears that were about to fall from the corners of his eyes, turned to Zhou Cheng and said:

"Teacher Zhou, thank you. Chaowen will be fine. I will stay with him here. You are so busy with work, so there is no need to waste time here."

Zhou Cheng felt guilty. He didn't know what to say in front of this tolerant father. He just stood there blankly. He had made all preparations to accept any questions or even insults from his father. After all, he was the one who

The underage Liu Chaowen was taken away from his father. After doing this, his heart was full of guilt. However, Lao Liu's calmness and tolerance were greatly unexpected, which made him feel even more guilty.

.

Suddenly! Liu Chaowen's body on the hospital bed began to tremble violently, making the whole hospital bed "rattling". His eyes that were originally closed were opened like two glass balls, and they were shaking around quickly, and his teeth were clenched.

There was a low groaning sound of "ho ho". Various medical test instruments nearby made buzzing alarms one after another.

Dr. Sun strode to the bedside and held down Liu Chaowen, who was about to break free. The door of the room opened with a bang, and several nurses rushed in.

"Be careful not to let him bite his tongue. Go call Professor Zhu quickly."

A nurse handed over a tongue depressor. Dr. Sun spread his legs, grabbed Liu Chaowen's jaw with one hand, and tried to stuff the tongue depressor into Liu Chaowen's mouth with the other hand.

Lao Liu looked at his son who was being held down by a group of doctors and nurses. The image of Liu Chaowen when he was a child when he underwent spinal tap appeared in front of his eyes. The pain like a knife came to his heart. Looking at his son's eyes, they were as messy as rolling marbles.

The tears couldn't stop falling from his eyes.

Suddenly he noticed that Chaowen's eyeballs seemed to pause for a moment when passing him and then moved away. The sounds coming out of his mouth would also change in tone, but his voice changed the tone because of the tongue depressor. Lao Liu could not continue.

Stopping to watch, he gritted his teeth and rushed to the hospital bed, squeezed away the two nurses, grabbed Chaowen's fisted hand with one hand, and gently stroked his forehead with the other and said over and over again:

"Chaowen! Dad is here! Don't be afraid! Dad is here!..."

Doctors and nurses all stepped aside because they knew there was nothing more they could do.

At this time, Liu Chaowen's rapidly moving eyeballs were fixed on Lao Liu, and the sound of "吚吚嚚嚚 Woo!" in his mouth was obviously different from the simple growl just now.

Doctor Sun stepped forward and removed the tongue depressor from Liu Chaowen's mouth. A series of intermittent words came out of his mouth:

"Dad...Dad!...Dad...save...save me!..."

Old Liu hugged Liu Chaowen who was tied to the hospital bed, put his face next to his son's trembling cheek, and repeated softly:

"Dad is here, son, don't be afraid!"

Gradually, Liu Chaowen's tightly clenched fists slowly unfolded, the soaring heart rate and blood pressure on the monitor began to slow down, and the violent tremors in Liu Chao's body slowly stopped. Only Lao Liu was left in the ward.

Those words were slightly more choked:

"Dad is here, son, don't be afraid!"

Suddenly, a very weak voice came from Lao Liu's ear:

"Dad...Dad...you...why are you here?"

Old Liu stood up and took a look. His son's epileptic state just now was completely gone. He was covered in sweat, his face was pale, and his lips were black and blue. Old Liu was very sure that the look in his eyes was that of his son. He had woken up. There were two lines of old tears.

As it slipped from his cheek, his emotions had not yet calmed down, and his words still contained a cry:

"Chaowen, what's wrong with you?"

Liu Chaowen shook his head slightly and said weakly:

"Dad, I'm fine. I'm just so hungry. I want to eat the food you cooked."

Old Liu nodded repeatedly and looked up at Professor Zhu, Doctor Sun and Zhou Cheng. There was a pleading and embarrassed expression on his face. Professor Zhu glanced at Doctor Sun:

"There is a small kitchen behind the hospital building. Xiao Sun, please ask someone to take him there. It's a good thing that Chaowen is very weak now and wants to eat. We also happened to give Chaowen a check-up to confirm his physical condition. Chaowen, you

Is it okay to watch?”

Liu Chaowen nodded slowly.

The next afternoon, after consultation with hospital experts and various rigorous checks, Chaowen was discharged after being confirmed to be completely healthy. Lao Liu had been to the capital several times before, but he was far from familiar with his son.

I was almost immersed in school during the year, and I was not familiar with the surroundings except the school and my tutor Zhou Cheng’s home.

In such an almost completely unfamiliar super city, Lao Liu and his son stood on the edge of the wide square in front of the hospital and looked at the busy traffic in front of them, and they became overwhelmed for a moment.

"Why don't we find a hotel to stay in first? We're all dirty and it's time to wash up. How about we go back to school tomorrow?"

Old Liu looked at his son who was also confused and said:

"Then let's go to the hotel next to our school. I'm familiar with that area. It's where you spent the Spring Festival with me last year."

Old Liu nodded.

"Okay, it's quite comfortable to live there. Your school paid for it last time, so I don't know if it's expensive."

Liu Chaowen showed a rare naughtiness on his face:

"Oh, don't worry about whether it's expensive or not. I'm a doctoral student at a university in the north of Qing Dynasty. I'm afraid I can't afford it if I ask you to stay in a high-end hotel. Hurry up and take a taxi. There is a street downstairs of the hotel full of delicious food.

I'll take you to open a chowder."

Seeing his son return to his most familiar appearance, Old Liu smiled:

"That's true, my son is now more capable, and I don't have to worry about it anymore. But forget about your meat and potatoes, just give me something spicy. Last time I had the hotpot mutton that Teacher Zhou invited me to eat.

Ah, I really don’t have the ability to take it orally, but you still eat it so deliciously.”

A trace of doubt flashed across Liu Chaowen's face, and then he said cheerfully:

"Yeah, it's strange to say that I don't usually like that taste, but it was really delicious on New Year's Eve. Maybe it was because I was having a good time celebrating the New Year with my dad, and my appetite improved."

Old Liu patted Liu Chaowen gently on the back:

"You are so tactful now. Okay, stop talking nonsense and take a taxi. It will be dark soon."

The father and son were waiting for a taxi when suddenly an off-road vehicle stopped in front of them. Liu Chaowen saw that this was not the car of his mentor Zhou Cheng. He rolled down the window and saw that it was the car driven by Zhou Cheng's assistant. He

Smiling at Liu Chaowen and Lao Liu:

"Hello, Uncle Liu!"

Lao Liu didn't recognize him and nodded politely. The assistant continued:

"Chaowen, the teacher asked me to pick you up and take you to his house for dinner. He said that the mistress has prepared all the meals and arranged your hotel for the night. Get in the car quickly, you will be late for dinner soon."

Old Liu and his son looked at each other at a loss, and Liu Chaowen was a little embarrassed:

"Brother, it's not good to trouble the teacher so much. My father and I have already found a hotel to stay in. Why don't you go back and tell the teacher, and we won't go."

The assistant bent down and opened the passenger door and said:

"Don't refuse. You don't know the teacher's temper. Go and tell him yourself. I'm only responsible for picking you up."

The father and son couldn't talk anymore, so they got in the car after thinking that they really had no whereabouts at night.