Your Distance

Back at the hotel, Ting Shuang washed away the sand from his body and packed his luggage.

"Take the box home, I just have my mobile wallet ID." Ting Shuang looked at the contents of the room, "and the charger."

"I'll go with you," Bo Changyi said, "I'll take the things."

Ting Shuang paused and said, "Oh ..."

After coming back from the beach, his reaction was a little slow.

On the phone screen, there was an explanation message from Zhu Wenjia: I didn't know until I returned to China.

Ting Shuang sat on the ground and looked at the screen for a long time before he typed a line: Tell me if there is anything.

After playing, I deleted it and changed it to: Wait for me to come back.

After sending the message, he opened the browser and searched for: brain hemorrhage.

Countless words poured into his eyes without a rule: acute mortality, hypertension, smoking, emotional excitement, sequelae, suddenness, death.

"Ready to go." Bo Changyi reached out to Ting Shuang.

"... Um." Ting Shuang handed Bo Changyi his hand and asked him to pull himself up.

Getting to the airport by car can be difficult.

The waiting time is also very difficult.

Ting Shuang wanted to smoke a cigarette, and thought of what she saw when she checked the brain hemorrhage just now, and held back.

"I regret it," he said suddenly to Bo Changyi.

Bo Changyi didn't speak, waiting for him to continue.

"I suddenly remembered a lot of previous things." Ting Shuang looked down at the ground between his feet. "I regret going abroad to study. I shouldn't be angry with him."

He said a few words, quiet for a while, Bai Changyi kept listening, but said nothing.

"I'm going to the bathroom," Ting Shuang said.

He went for a long time and returned with a paper bag in his hand.

"I bought a pair of shoes." He grinned at Bo Changyi, with a little hope in his eyes, as if his life was hanging on the question, "Can you say that he can wear them?"

Park Chang looked at him: "Yes, of course."

"Fart." Ting Shuang threw the bag to the ground. "I don't even know what size shoes he wears. I'll call him a year now, and who the **** is he here for? Who is he? It's not surprising that people don't tell me. "

He had a fire, and he didn't know if it was to himself or to others. After the fire broke out, there was no concealment of anger, and the fragility could no longer be hidden. He leaned his head on Bai Changyi's shoulder and said lowly sorry.

Park Chang touched his head intently, "Go eat something."

Tingshuang shook her head.

He has no appetite.

For the eleven hours on the plane, he ate almost nothing and couldn't sleep. He kept looking out of the window until the sun rose from the east to an invisible place.

Park Chang knew that he didn't need food or sleep. He needed a person to think about something and grow up, whether he wanted to or not.

Zhu Wenjia and the driver were waiting for them at the airport.

"How is dad?" He asked as soon as he saw the cream.

Zhu Wenjia said, "Not yet awake."

Not good news, at least not worse news.

Zhu Wenjia glanced at Bai Changyi and asked Tingshuang: "Did you have dinner? Should we go to the hospital first or-" "Go to the hospital." Tingshuang said.

"I think so too, and you probably don't want to go anywhere else. Now it's half past two." Zhu Wenjia looked at the time and said to the driver, "Let's hurry up."

ICU visit rules are strict, only one hour visits every afternoon, from three to four, a maximum of two people visit at a time.

In the car, Zhu Wenjia sat in the co-pilot, Ting Shuang and Bai Changyi sat in the back row. Ting Shuang saw the photo on the car, a small group photo, Zhu Ao, Weng Yunyi, and in the middle was Zhu Wenjia as a child. After Zhu Wenjia was born, they had to take family portraits every year. Ting Shuang refused to go since he was a child. Zhu Ao refused to go because of his intimidation. Later he grew up, his relationship with Weng Yunyi eased, and he was willing to play with Zhu Wenjia, but they were used to not taking pictures, and no one asked him if he wanted to take a family portrait, and even he felt that the family was free Instead he was awkward.

Now he saw the family portrait in the car and suddenly felt like a homeless person. His father has his own family, and his mother has his own family ...

"Ting" Bai Chang shouted.

"Huh?" Ting Shuang looked back and saw Bai Changyi's mobile photo album.

The whole page is full of their photos and their son.

"Yes, did you tell your friend to trouble her for a few more days, our son?" Ting Shuang asked.

"Of course. Let's put this photo on the car when we go back?" Bai Chang looked at Ting Shuang's waist indifferently. "Or this?"

"It's okay." Ting Shuang quietly squeezed Bai Changyi's hand, "I will."

Zhu Wenjia reacted to what they were saying and noticed the photos on the car. He took the family portrait down and put it in the locker on the car.

"What are you doing, Zhu Wenjia?" Ting Shuang smiled. "Not necessary."

"My mom ... I have seen this kind of photos everywhere, and I still cry." Zhu Wenjia fiddled with the handle of the locker, "I look even more uncomfortable."

Ting Shuang was silent for a while before she said, "... understandable. She must be sad."

"I don't want to see her cry." Zhu Wenjia said.

Ting Shuang said, "Just give her less trouble."

The car drove fast, and it was only a little past three when we arrived at the hospital.

"Let's hurry." Zhu Wenjia walked ahead.

Outside of the ICU, Zhu Wenjia asked Tingshuang and Bai Changyi to wait. He asked the nurse to take them to change into the gown, mask, hat and shoe cover that ICU was going to wear.

"Mr. Zhu?" The nurse looked at the visit record. "Someone is visiting today."

"Someone is visiting? Now?" Zhu Wenjia said, "It's just three o'clock, who's visiting? Didn't you say that only family members are allowed to visit?"

The nurse said: "It is the family, that is, Mr. Zhu's wife is visiting. She also brought a friend of Mr. Zhu with her."

"My mom?" Zhu Wenjia said, "I told her I'm going to pick up my brother today ... what's going on."

"What's wrong?" Ting Shuang came to Zhu Wenjia's unscrupulous negotiations and came over to ask.

"... My mother is visiting." Zhu Wenjia was a little annoyed. "We can only come again tomorrow."

Ting Shuang thought for a moment and said, "I'll wait here."

"Wait?" Zhu Wenjia said, "You can't get in when they come out. The visit time is very short. You won't see anyone here."

"It's okay, I feel at ease here," Ting Shuang said. "Besides, I should also say hello to my aunt. By the way, is the doctor here? I want to talk to the doctor."

The resident's surname is Cheng. At the moment there are two huge dark circles. When Ting Shuang came in, she was writing a medical record, and she was annoyed when she heard that the other was a relative of Zhu Ao.

In recent days, too many people have come to care about when Zhu Ao will die, and she uttered countless times behind her, "You are really anxious if you are not dead yet", but you still have to show professionalism in front of relatives. She lowered her mouse, turned around, and explained the condition to Tingshuang carefully.

She started with Zhu Ao's history of hypertension, and then talked about the patient's sudden rise in blood pressure due to drinking and emotional excitement, and small blood vessels in the brain could not withstand rupture, which caused cerebral hemorrhage.

"This is one of the strokes we usually say." She said.

Ting Shuang's lips moved and repeated silently: "Stroke ... Then, when can he wake up?"

"It's hard to say." Dr. Cheng paused and continued to explain how cerebral edema is caused by cerebral hemorrhage, and how cerebral edema can cause cerebral hernia. "Then the respiratory center is suppressed, people are in danger of life at any time, so we need to observe closely . "

Ting Shuang heard it all the way and didn't speak for a long time. After a long while, he said, "He is not the kind of person who doesn't know how to drink alcohol or control temperament or is particularly prone to emotional excitement. He knows that he has high blood pressure, he has medicine around him, and he is afraid Do it yourself. "

This is to ask how the patient was sent in, but the doctor can only listen to the description of the patient's family. After all, the doctor did not eat or drink with Zhu Ao.

Dr. Cheng can only cure the disease, and he cannot solve the confusion of the court cream.

Ting Shuang did not speak to Dr. Cheng, and realized that it was not useful to talk to the doctor, so he had to say thank you, then got up and left.

He returned to icu, not long after, Weng Yunyi came out, red eyes.

Ting Shuang, the man who accompanied her, had an impression that he was a friend of his father and one of the shareholders of roborun.

Zhu Wenjia said, "Mum, I didn't say today-" "Xiao Jia, this is Uncle Yan, calling people." Weng Yunyi said, "Uncle Yan has come to see your father all the way, I must have brought him."

After she said it, looking at Tingshuang, she wiped the residual tears in the corner of her eyes, as if she didn't know how to speak: "You ... why do you have to be angry with your father? Well ... I don't even make a phone call It hurt his heart a dozen times ... He has been peaceful in recent years, but since your time ... Forget it, forget it, it ’s not a family or family life, you do n’t mean it, you do n’t know. Who created it ... will you come home today? I will cook and have dinner together. "