Chapter 281

Zhao Pengcheng was dusty when he came, and his shoes were covered with mud. The room was so clean that he had an impulse to change his surgical clothes and put on sterile gloves.

There were no chairs in the room. He felt a little embarrassed standing in it.

After growing up in prison for ten years, he thought he had already overcome most of the emotional problems of mankind. He could be calm under any circumstances. Even if he was suddenly released, he was very calm when he saw his comrades at the gate of the prison and shook hands and said "we have won".

But he didn't know why. As soon as he entered the clean room, he saw the "enemy" who had worried him about life and death for ten years lying in bed. Those emotions that had long dissipated clean suddenly poured up like spring water. Perhaps when he was eager to see Aoki and confirm the person's life and death, the seeds of emotion began to sprout, and finally grew wildly at the turn of spring and summer.

Lifelong flower didn't seem to mind at all. She just put the washbasin on the bedside table, poured some hot water into it, and tried the water temperature with her hand. The water temperature was obviously very hot. She withdrew her hand all at once.

Zhao Pengcheng tried his best to hide his dilemma and asked, "do you need cold water? I'll pick it up for you."

Lifelong flower said faintly, "there are bacteria in cold water."

As soon as Zhao Pengcheng patted his forehead, he was annoyed that as a doctor, he even forgot the basic nursing knowledge. Vegetative care is a very troublesome thing, especially after a long time, with the decline of body function, if there is no good medical environment, it is vulnerable to external infection.

After the water temperature naturally cools down, lifelong flower starts to scrub Aoki with a warm towel.

She first wiped her face, gently, from her forehead to her cheeks, eyelids, nose wings and corners of her mouth, carefully and carefully, just like a cultural relic scientist wiping a precious Millennium ancient jade.

Then she wiped Aoki's hands, and then her feet. After wiping each place, change a basin of water and towel.

Zhao Pengcheng found that the man who looked a little feminine was actually a very meticulous woman. Her movements were gentle and slow, and her expression was focused and dignified. Her heroic eyebrows and eyes have been covered with many wrinkles, the pouch is slightly swollen, the skin on her hand is very dry, and there are several cracks. These should be the marks left by taking care of the man in bed.

"How long has he been lying here?" Zhao Pengcheng asked.

"Nearly ten years." he spent his whole life scrubbing towels and continuing his work.

"Why not take care in a hospital or nursing center? The conditions there are better."

"I was in the hospital at the beginning, but..."

I spent my whole life talking and didn't go on.

Zhao Pengcheng seemed to hear endless sighs. For whatever reason, he could understand that which vegetable would lie in the hospital for ten years?

But it's a miracle to live for ten years under such simple nursing conditions!

After wiping Aoki's hands and feet all his life, Hua sat down and began to massage Aoki.

Zhao Pengcheng opened his mouth and wanted to say that Aoki's clothes should be taken off and cleaned inside. Suddenly, he felt so redundant. How could someone else not clean it? It's just inconvenient for an outsider to be present.

He looked at the technique of holding flowers all his life. He said, "have you learned massage?"

Lifeflower seemed to relax, put Aoki's arm on his leg, gently kneaded it and said, "after he was unconscious, the doctor in the hospital taught me."

"Have you kept him for ten years?"

Zhao Pengcheng always doesn't understand where human emotions come from. From the perspective of racial evolution and continuity, Aoki is already a disabled man. His existence has no meaning except holding back.

Meaningless things should be abandoned.

He believed that such a philosophy of existence should exist not only in their race, but also in all corners of the universe.

Even on earth, the instinct of animals will abandon their aging and injured companions, whether lions, bison or hounds, even if it used to be the king who helped the ethnic group overcome difficulties and bring glory.

Only human beings, this wonderful race, have evolved compassion, compassion and love, as well as more complex emotions that Zhao Pengcheng still can't understand.

Just like this woman in her thirties, she has lost her vitality. Everything about her beauty, heroism, frankness and self-confidence has disappeared in the ten years of taking care of a vegetable, leaving only the wrinkles and dark spots caused by slow aging on her face.

"Yes, ten years," replied the lifelong flower.

"Every day?"

"Almost."

Life spent answering very calmly, as if ten years were only ten hours.

Zhao Pengcheng couldn't ask any more. Because he didn't know what it meant to ask, let alone why he asked. He just came to see Aoki. He just wanted to know if the man who almost made himself doomed died.

Now he saw it, but he didn't feel satisfied with the realization of his long cherished wish for ten years. Instead, he felt extremely empty.

Yes, emptiness.

This is also a unique emotion of mankind.

Zhao Pengcheng thinks he should go. He looked at the green wood on the bed and straightened up to show his respect.

But before he had time to say goodbye, the lifelong flower had stood up, helped Qingmu up, held his armpit and turned around by himself. It seemed that he wanted to carry Qingmu on his back.

No matter how much a woman dresses up like a man, she is only a woman after all. Aoki is not small. After lying for ten years, he doesn't seem to lose weight.

The whole life flower's action seemed very clumsy and laborious. It was not easy to get the green wood on his back. As soon as he loosened his hand, he slipped down again.

There is a saying that it is easier to carry the living than the dead.

Zhao Pengcheng heard from Yu Jianguo that carrying the corpses in the morgue is the most tiring job. People are complete people, but they are soft and can't make it at all.

He hurriedly went up and helped him. When he touched Aoki's body, the surgeon's hand sensitively felt a weak heartbeat. The banging rhythm startled him and almost thought Aoki was about to wake up. When he realized that this was an illusion, the lifelong flower had picked up the green wood and walked out with difficult steps.

Zhao Pengcheng looked at the back of Aoki lying on the woman and heard the sound of footsteps in a trance.

He remembered that in the dark corridor without dimension, there was a figure wearing such a windbreaker, walking and walking alone, never ending