Overwinter

Chapter 60 Waiting for the Snow to Melt

Song Jing's operation went smoothly, but his mental state was too bad. On the second day after the operation, Song Zhuangtong made an appointment with a psychiatrist to talk to him in the ward.

After Song Jing's operation, Mr. Song never appeared in front of Song Zhuangtong again, but Song Zhuangtong knew very well that Mr. Song would never give up Song Jing's custody if the matter got to this level.

Wen Yan's phone call could no longer be reached. Song Zhuangtong knew that he was angry, but he couldn't get out to find him, so he could only use WeChat to bombard him continuously. Videos, texts, and voices all seemed to disappear and there was no news.

After receiving the news that Song Jing was recovering fairly well, Song Zhuangtong asked, "When will he be discharged from the hospital?"

"I suggest staying in the hospital for a longer period of time for observation, but he is in a special situation, and he can be discharged early, but he must take a good rest and come for regular checkups."

Song Zhuangtong asked solemnly, "If you want to take a long-distance car..."

"Of course it won't work. The body's rejection reaction already makes him uncomfortable, and it's unrealistic to sit in the car." Then, the attending physician frowned and asked in a low voice, "Where do you want to take him? "

Song Zhuangtong shook his head and said, "No."

The aunt who had been invited before knew that Song Jing had undergone a major operation, so she took the initiative to ask Song Zhuangtong if he needed help to take care of him.She had already taken over the job of a relative's confinement wife, but she was really worried about Song Jing, so she simply pushed it away. After negotiating the salary with Song Zhuangtong, she began to take care of Song Jing in all aspects, which also relieved Song Zhuangtong. Urgent.

Songzhuang Tongren is here, but his heart has already flown to Wen Yan.

"He is too defensive now. He was willing to talk to me before, but now he keeps silent and seals himself up." The psychiatrist's expression is not very good, "This is not a good sign."

Song Zhuangtong was also worried about this. Before Song Jing was taken away suddenly, he was locked in that suffocating ward for several days. His mental state was extremely bad. He was crying and making noises, and he didn't know what was wrong There were several more wounds, so Mr. Song was even more certain that he was a lunatic.Now Song Jing finally cured his physical illness, but left behind an incurable psychological trauma.

The aunt also said that Song Jing was really indifferent to her, and her appetite was very poor. She couldn't eat a few bites every day, and sometimes she would suddenly start to vomit while eating, scratching her throat with red eyes, and making terrible gasping noises.

Song Jing visibly lost weight to the naked eye, and all the meat he had managed to raise before was tossed away, and Song Zhuangtong really had a headache.

"The only person he trusts now is you. This is better than when he was brought here. At least there is such a spiritual sustenance. We can slowly let him let go of his psychological defenses. There is really no rush for this."

"But I have important things to do now, and it will take at least two or three days to go back and forth."

This made the psychiatrist frowned, and he asked, "Do you want to take Song Jing with you?"

Song Zhuangtong shook his head: "The doctor said that his body is unable to travel long distances."

"Then I still suggest that you wait for his condition to stabilize before leaving." The psychiatrist said, "I feel that he is now an extremely sensitive balance, very fragile, and any disturbance will collapse his entire psychological defense line."

Song Zhuangtong's eyes were heavy, and he rolled his Adam's apple with difficulty.

Zhang Yu rushed to Wen Yan's house that night. He came by car. He stepped on the accelerator all the way, rushed into the community, went upstairs and knocked on Wen Yan's door.

"Wen Yan! Open the door! Wen Yan!"

After knocking on the next door, the neighbors were about to open the door and come out to curse, so Wen Yan slowly came over and opened the door.

"Damn, I'm scared to death. I'm afraid that I'll be here late and you'll be burned to death here." Zhang Yu also came with a family doctor who he brought with him, and he led them into Wen Yan's house. Said, "Show him quickly, this man is so desperate that he won't even go to the hospital."

Wen Yan had difficulty breathing, and even whispered, he said helplessly, "It's not that I won't go..."

It's just that the high temperature of nearly forty degrees made him unconscious, and it was a miracle that he could call Changyu with the last bit of strength.

"Why are you tossing like this? Where is Songzhuang Tongren?" Zhang Yu asked with a frown as he looked at Wen Yan's eyes and cheeks that were burning red.

Physiological tears flowed down unconsciously, shaking his head gently and weakly, letting the doctor fiddle with his arm.After the needle was inserted, he was given two more cups of medicine.

Zhang Yu was startled: "Damn, is he okay? Why do I look so serious."

As if he was about to die, he drooped without any strength, his lips were pale, but his face was flushed with heat, his eyes were dull, and he was curled up in the thick quilt, staring at a corner with his head tilted, unconsciously in a daze.

"Why don't you call 120 to go to the hospital?" Zhang Yu anxiously walked around, "If I didn't come, no one would know you died here."

Wen Yan didn't have the energy to answer his words, but he thought silently in his heart: If you really want to live, you can call 120, you can ask your neighbors for help, no matter how bad it is, you can ask Song Zhuangtong's family doctor to come and help.

It's just that he urgently needs someone he can rely on now, someone who can listen to him tell his grievances.

After the doctor helped Wen Yan deal with it, Zhang Yu asked him to go to the hotel to rest, and he leaned next to Wen Yan to accompany him to receive an injection. Without outsiders, Zhang Yu glanced at him and asked in a low voice, "What's going on?"

Wen Yan's vision was instantly blurred by tears, and the tears slid down his hot cheeks. The cool feeling brought Wen Yan back to his senses. He let out a foul breath, stared out of the window, and whispered: "Zhang Yu , look, it's snowing again."

Zhang Yu was very annoyed that he had to move before he recovered from his illness, but considering Wen Yan's emotional fragility, he didn't dare to shout loudly, so he had to do it himself, let Wen Yan sit on the sofa, and help tidy up Wen Yan's things.

"Don't bring anything you can do without, go buy a new one." Wen Yan said softly.

When Zhang Yu heard this, after packing up all the important documents and clothes, he looked around Wen Yan's house and said, "Then I will find someone to help you clean up, and you can leave the house." gone."

Wen Yan didn't talk to him, he was staring blankly at the snow outside the window.The snow fell from the night of the fever until this morning. There was a thick layer of snow on the ground. When the snow stopped, the children ran out to play one after another. They were wrapped in scarves and hats, and they all walked like clumsy The penguin is very cute.

Suddenly, Zhang Yu threw a scarf into his hand.

"You surround this, don't catch cold again."

Wen Yan was stunned, staring at the familiar crimson scarf in his hand, his eyes gradually became moist.

Driving in snowy weather is very dangerous. Changyu slowed down the car very slowly. After driving through this slippery road, Changyu stepped on the accelerator a little harder.

He turned his gaze to Wen Yan, Wen Yan's thin and pale face was nestled in the crimson scarf.The white snow flew by outside the window, wiping out a whole piece of white.Wen Yan's expression was quiet and docile because he fell asleep, but he looked less sad, Zhang Yu sighed, and turned up the temperature in the car again.

Wen Yan was a little hot, he struggled to pull the scarf around his neck, and was about to ask for a bottle of water, when suddenly he was interrupted by a violent cough, he covered his mouth and coughed so hard that many tears came out, the whole face All red from the cough.

The voice was so hoarse at the moment, Zhang Yu handed him a bottle of water, looked at Wen Yan's face covered with tears, and sighed: "Fortunately, we came out early, otherwise it would be troublesome if the road was closed .”

Wen Yan hummed in a low voice, and felt better after drinking the water. He closed his eyes again and let his heavy head rest.

"It's snowing too much, the road ahead is blocked, so we can only turn around here!" The traffic policeman standing guard at the intersection gestured involuntarily.

Song Zhuangtong frowned and poked his head out, asking, "When will the seal be lifted?"

"The snow is still melting. When the snow melts, the car will be able to pass."

When the snow melts, winter is over.

#Wantong