Death Spiral [Infinite Flow]

Lian Joe had a strange dream.

He dreamed that he planted a purple potato field, worked hard in the field every day, sweated, and filled the purple potato with delicious nutrient solution, very happy.

Suddenly one day, a wisteria vine stood up from the ground. Like the pea tree in the fairy tale of Jack and the Peas, it soars into the sky.

What's wrong with this, his precious purple potato is not yet ripe, he hasn't tasted its soft and tight inside, how can it run!

So Lian Qiao jumped up and grabbed his precious purple potato. Wisteria vines are still growing, sending him to the sky. Lian Qiao hugged the baby purple sweet potato tightly and did not dare to let go. The baby purple potato struggled for a while, and the whole purple potato became more and more purple, more and more purple...

Purple to black.

Lian Qiao thought to himself: It's over, this purple potato is poisonous, I'm afraid it can't be eaten.

At this point, he was inexplicably startled. Immediately afterwards, he was shocked, like falling into a cloud. The whole person woke up in a cold sweat.

As soon as he woke up, he found that the honeysuckle was pressed under the quilt by him, and was almost suffocated to death. Immediately startled, he quickly took out the little honeysuckle and fanned him while apologizing.

The small mouth moved, panting for a long time, then gradually eased, and rolled his eyes at Lian Qiao.

Lian Qiao: "..." Before he can say anything, he has already learned to roll his eyes. It feels a bit scary.

Lian Qiao said sorry to Honeysuckle ten thousand times in embarrassment and guilt, and then carefully put him back on the cot. Seeing that Ren Dong still refused to sleep, a pair of puffy little eyes stared straight at him, obviously angry.

Even Qiao felt that it was not sincere to say sorry, so she knocked on the dean's door and asked her where the washboard was.

Dean: "???" What clothes do you wash in the middle of the night?

Although I don't know why, the kind dean still gave him a washboard. So Lian Qiao knelt down in front of the cradle with a thud, and pushed the cradle for Honeysuckle very piously while masochistically abusing herself.

Little Honeysuckle in the cradle: "..." What's the use of kneeling on the washboard, can I suffer less if you kneel? !

Although Honeysuckle is not relieved, she can't blame Lian Qiao for this. After all, Lian Qiao had no experience in bringing a baby, not to mention that when he carried him to the bed, he wanted to be closer to him and better protect him.

Little Honeysuckle was lying in the cradle, watching Lian Qiao kneeling on the washboard, yawning again and again, and suddenly softened.

"I'm sorry..." Even Joe was so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes, and his mouth was still chanting a scripture, "I won't..."

Little Honeysuckle stretched out her hand from the swaddling clothes with difficulty, trying to grab his fingers. However, the fingers of newborns are too short, and the palms that are not fully developed cannot be opened at all. He could only barely grab Lian Qiao's fingertips and scratched lightly on Lian Qiao's fingertips.

"..." Even Joe didn't notice this. He leaned against the bed rail, his head drooping little by little. The hand is still pushing the cradle, it seems that muscle memory has been formed.

In the perspective of Honeysuckle, the whole world shakes gently with Lian Joe's movements. The frequency of that slow shaking made him feel a little dizzy, a little sleepy, but comfortable. It was an unfamiliar kind of warmth that made him very nostalgic.

Honeysuckle slowly fell asleep in this swaying gentleness. The inner peace was never before.

Next day.

Lian Qiao woke up before dawn. He was so exhausted last night that he fell asleep on his knees on the washboard. At this time, both legs were numb from kneeling, and the waist was sore and painful.

How is the honeysuckle?

The cradle is close at hand, but due to the angle, the face of Little Honeysuckle cannot be seen.

Lian Qiao stood up in a hurry, but the whole person leaned to one side and almost fell. He managed to stand up against the bed rail, dizzy for a while.

In the tinnitus, he caught a sound that was not quite right.

“Hoo, hoo, hoo…”

The source of the sound seems to be the cradle?

Lian Qiao hurriedly pulled over the cradle, only to find that the honeysuckle in the swaddling clothes was panting heavily. He opened his mouth as wide as he could, and made a grunting sound in his throat. The wrinkled little face was flushed red, and the eyes were tightly closed, rolling around under the lids. It looks a little scary.

Fever? !

Lian Qiao reached out and touched, and his heart suddenly sank.

Honeysuckle's forehead was terrifyingly hot, and there was a whirring sound in her throat, like a bellows. Lian Qiao called him a few times, but Xiao Rendong not only didn't wake up, but even looked up and rolled his eyes.

Immediately afterwards, the little hands and feet began to twitch. Lian Qiao instinctively held him down, afraid that he would fall out of the cradle.

But I can't hold it! The small twitches of the limbs quickly turned into big twitches of the muscles of the whole body, and the small body was beating wildly like a fish on the chopping board, and even the mouth spit out white foam!

Lian Qiao suddenly panicked, and hurriedly hugged Honeysuckle to find the dean. While knocking on the dean's bedroom door, he shouted in a crying voice: "Dean! Come out! Honeysuckle is not good! He can't stop smoking!"

The dean hadn't woken up yet, when he heard this, he quickly put on his padded jacket and opened the door with bare feet.

When she saw Honeysuckle who was twitching constantly, she said decisively: "It's a febrile seizure! Quickly take off his clothes and cool him down!"

Lian Qiao hesitated for a moment: "He even takes off his clothes after burning like this? That's not..."

"Take it off!" The dean raised his eyebrows, and there was a certain determination in his kind eyebrows. She didn't give Lian Qiao a chance to tangle, she directly grabbed the honeysuckle and put it on the bed, pulled the swaddle away, revealing her bare little butt.

Honeysuckle is still twitching, her face is twisted, and there is a grunting sound in her throat, which makes people panic.

"Find something for him to bite! Chopsticks or towels, etc., don't let him bite his tongue!" The dean said this, his hand had already opened the wardrobe and took out medical kit.

The twitching honeysuckle didn't hesitate, just opened her mouth and bit Lian Qiao. The little child's teeth were already sharp, and although it was not enough to bite off his fingers, his muscles burst out with amazing strength in the twitching and stiffening, and those little fangs directly bit Lian Qiao's fingers. Blood flowed.

Lian Qiao didn't care about the pain, but just slightly broke the face of Honeysuckle. He was afraid that blood would flow into the honeysuckle's mouth and choked on the honeysuckle. Turn your face over so you don't drink blood.

At this time, the dean finally found the medicine, and he couldn't help but put it into the honeysuckle's mouth. Lian Qiao exclaimed: "What's the pill! How can he take medicine now? Is there no antipyretic patch? Or antipyretic suppository?!"

The dean was stunned: "What antipyretic paste?"

Lian Qiao took a breath and remembered that it was the 1990s, how could a poor social welfare institute have antipyretic patches!

He had no choice but to cooperate with the dean to feed the pills. Honeysuckle really choked, coughed desperately, and coughed out the pills in a few seconds.

The dean ordered: "Stop it again!"

Even Joe was bleeding. In a hurry, he suddenly felt blessed, and he pointed to the snow outside the door and said, "As long as the body temperature is lowered, it's alright! Then can I put an ice pack on him?!"

The dean looked surprised, thought for only a second, and said decisively: "Try it!"

The two made a decisive decision, picked up the honeysuckle and rushed downstairs. Lian Qiao grabbed a handful of snow in the yard and squeezed it tightly, and the fluffy snowflake turned into a lump of ice in his hand. He took the small towel handed by the dean, wrapped the ice cube in the towel and put it on the forehead of Honeysuckle.

In this way, he put three ice packs on the underarm and chest of the honeysuckle.

Physical cooling is very effective, and honeysuckle is gradually less scary. After changing several rounds of ice packs, the little honeysuckle finally stopped convulsing. Both breathed a sigh of relief.

Other people in the orphanage ran out to watch the fun. It was only then that Lian Qiao noticed that besides the children, there were actually other people in this orphanage. It looks like the player this time, probably arrived at the orphanage one after another last night.

Lian Qiao had no time to take care of others, but just took the little honeysuckle back to the room and put it back on the little cradle.

Although the little honeysuckle stopped smoking, people still didn't wake up. His whole face was flushed red, and his mouth opened wide, panting desperately like a dying fish. The tender chest heaved up and down, and his breathing was quite labored. Seeing people also suffocated along with it.

Although his body was cold with an ice pack, his panting never stopped. No one woke up either.

After more than an hour, the little honeysuckle has no strength to breathe anymore. There was a low cry like a kitten's cry for help in his throat, his eyes were closed, and his two small hands were unconsciously waving in the air, as if trying to grab something.

Lian Qiao grabbed his little hand and cried in despair: "Honeysuckle!"

However, Honeysuckle did not wake up after all.

The wheezing gradually subsided, and the kitten-like chirping was finally inaudible. The young honeysuckle tried his best to inhale the last half of his breath—and then, something stuck, he couldn't breathe anymore.

Immediately, her little hands and feet fell limp. His entire tiny body slackened.

The overworked and tender lungs slowly exhaled their last breath.

Honeysuckle is dead.

Lian Qiao was like falling into an ice cave.

At the same time, the expressions of the other onlookers suddenly changed, they covered their chests, their eyes were wide open, and they all gasped.

"Ha, ha..."

"Hur-"

"Uh..."

In an instant, the air all over the world seemed to be drained, and no one could breathe.

From suffocation, to suffocation, to the last trace of oxygen exhaustion in the body. The crowd went through an extremely slow and painful process of death.

When the **** of death came, Lian Qiao knelt by the cradle, still holding Honeysuckle's little hand.

When he slipped down, the cradle was knocked over by him. The cold little corpse rolled out of the swaddling clothes.

Lian Qiao used her last strength to hold the honeysuckle in her arms. Like holding a piece of ice, like holding a knife. It was as if a knife from the refrigerator had been inserted into his heart, it was terribly cold, and it was terribly painful.

Lian Qiao swallowed her breath in extreme pain.