I have a Magical Door [MTL]

Ch 44

Chapter 44 

"Sister Song! "

Sister Song...... "

There is no one at home."

Ning Huan had a burning pain in his legs, he gritted his teeth, forcibly pressed his legs, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, drove an electric wheelchair, and rummaged through the medicine box at home.

Analgesics.

Analgesics.

Nope.

The medicine bottles were all empty.

Ning Huan gritted his teeth, drove the wheelchair towards the platform outside the floor fan in the living room, turned on the faucet for watering the flowers, turned on the water to the maximum, and held the water pipe and poured it on his legs.

But such cold water didn't seem to be enough for him to relieve the slightest pain.

......

37 Baker Street.

38 Baker Street.

39 Baker Street.

It's this one!

Yan Tingxin strode towards the destination.

She gasped and rang the villa's doorbell.

But after pressing it three times in a row, no one answered, Yan Tingxin raised his head and glanced at the house number again, there was no mistake.

Yan Tingxin knocked on the door with his hand and shouted Ning Huan's name: "Ning Huan." Ning Huan. Are you at home? After

a few seconds, suddenly, I heard a "bang" from inside the door, like something falling to the ground, and it was heavy, and then there was a faint muffled grunt, and then I heard the sound of a dog barking in the house.

Yan Tingxin's heart was even more panicked, and she had a bad premonition, and she banged on the door loudly and shouted, attracting the attention of a foreign man walking by walking his dog.

"Hey！ What are you doing？ (Hey, what are you doing?)

Yan Tingxin turned his head to look at the foreign man walking by walking his dog: "Sir, Do you know the owner of this house?" (Sir, do you know the owner of this house?) ）

"Yes, A handsome guy in a wheelchair。 (Acquaintance, a handsome guy in a wheelchair.)

Yan Tingxin: "I'm his friend. I heard the sound of falling to the ground. He seemed to be sick and faint at home. Can you help me?" (I'm his friend, and I hear the sound of someone falling to the ground, and he seems to be sick and fainting at home.) Can you help me? ）

"Oh， My God." The dog walker quickly tied the dog strap to the telephone pole on the side of the road, and then knocked on Ning Huan's door with Yan Tingxin, which attracted another foreign neighbor sister.

The man walking the dog communicated with the neighbor's sister in English, and it was determined that the neighbor's sister had seen Ning Huan enter the house not long ago, so there must be someone in the house, but now he couldn't answer.

With the help of the two, they called the police and called the emergency number, and finally picked the lock on the door and entered.

The water in the water pipe kept flowing, the water overflowed all over the ground, and along the direction of the water, I saw Ning Huan, who was holding his leg and falling on the platform outside the floor fan in the living room, wet.

Yan Tingxin ran to his side and called out his name: "Ning Huan, Ning Huan."

Ning Huan grabbed Yan Tingxin, and leaned his head against Yan Tingxin's body in great pain, like a drowning man grabbing the last piece of driftwood: "Tingxin, it's so hot...... It's hot...... Leg pain...... I'm so uncomfortable......"

She had never seen a person with such a pained expression in front of her.

What happened to his leg?

Yan Tingxin held him back: "I'm here." I'll take you to the hospital. Now

that the weather is getting cooler, he has changed into thick clothes, which are now soaked with cold water, and naked. Dew. 's skin was red from cold water, Ning Huan's lips trembled, but he repeated these words intermittently: "Water...... Water...... Scald...... Pain...... Yan Tingxin ...... "

Several people worked together to send Ning Huan to the ambulance, on the ambulance, he was still in pain, the blue tendons on his forehead floated, and he grabbed Yan Tingxin's hand and shouted her name: "Tingxin...... Yan Tingxin ...... "

He grabbed her, Yan Tingxin also held him, every time he called her name, she would take the trouble to respond to him: "I'm here, I'm here." "

......

Yan Tingxin sat on a bench in the emergency room of the hospital, holding a heart, waiting for the doctor to treat Ning Huan.

After a long time, the doctor finally came out of the ward, and Yan Tingxin immediately stood up, greeted him, and asked Ning Huan about his condition.

This is a doctor with a Chinese face.

The doctor told her that Ning Huan was fine for the time being.

Yan Tingxin's hanging heart let go a little.

Yan Tingxin asked the doctor what was going on with Ning Huan's leg again, but the doctor didn't tell her, she looked very busy, and hurriedly went to other things.

Yan Tingxin entered the emergency ward and saw Ning Huan lying on the bed with a hanging bottle.

He was already asleep under the influence of the drug.

Yan Tingxin sat on the stool next to him and quietly looked at his side face.

His hair was soft, sticking to the white pillow, and his thick eyelashes like a small fan were closed on his eyes, even if he was asleep, he was not stable in his dreams, and he wrung his eyebrows in pain, and Yan Tingxin was distressed when he saw it.

A thin layer of sweat continued on his forehead, and Yan Tingxin wiped his face with a tissue.

Ning Huan opened his eyes, his face was pale, and he smiled weakly at Yan Tingxin.

This smile may have a sense of comfort, but from Yan Tingxin's point of view, this smile added a sense of vulnerability to Ning Huan's whole body lying on the hospital bed, which made people pity.

"Thank you for coming back to find me and take me to the hospital.

Yan Tingxin said: "You are not feeling well, why don't you tell me today?"

She didn't realize that this sentence had crossed the line, and she sounded like a wife complaining that her husband was sick and carrying it herself.

The corners of Ning Huan's mouth were still soothing.

Yan Tingxin: "You're still laughing!" "

Nothing. I'm much better than I used to be. "

Although the words she said sounded like 'complaining', it was actually distress and chagrin for herself, Yan Tingxin still doesn't know when he started to have pain in his legs at the concert, and how long did he endure it?

She threw herself into the concert and smiled so happily, why didn't she pay attention to his condition?

Yan Tingxin's voice lowered: "Does it still hurt?" "

Ning Huan's head was lying on the white pillow in the hospital, his pale lips, the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, with a little gentle pity: "It doesn't hurt anymore." Yan

Tingxin just wanted to ask him what happened, was it a recurrence of leg pain? But why did he get his legs wet and stick to her, saying, 'It's so hot'?

A woman in her forties hurriedly walked into the ward: "Ning Huan! "

Sister Song.

"Ning Huan, are you okay now? "

Much better. "

Still uncomfortable?"

Ning Huan shook his head.

Song Chunyi blamed himself: "I'm late." After I went out to buy groceries, I went to the cinema to watch a movie, and when I got home, I found out that you had been taken to the hospital.

Ning Huan comforted: "My illness has nothing to do with you, so you don't have to blame yourself."
Sister
Song's gaze turned to Yan Tingxin in front of the hospital bed: "Who is this ......?"

Ning Huan's eyes showed warmth: "It's my friend, Yan Tingxin." She was the one who brought me to the hospital today.

Then, Ning Huan introduced to Yan Tingxin: "Tingxin, this is the sister who takes care of my life, I usually call her Sister Song."

Yan Tingxin smiled at Song Chunyi and said, "Sister Song, hello, my name is Yan Tingxin."
Sister
Song: "Miss Yan, thank you so much." Thank you for sending Ning Huan to the hospital today, otherwise he would ...... alone" Sister Song glanced at Ning Huan, knowing that he was usually stubborn, and didn't talk about it anymore.

Yan Tingxin: "Sister Song, you don't have to be polite, I am Ning Huan's friend, and providing him with help within my ability is what a friend should do."

Ning Huan looked through the window of the hospital and saw the sun outside the window, which was already setting to the west.

She always showed up in the middle of the day, always said 'good night' to him early, and never left so late.

Ning Huan took the initiative to ask, "Are you leaving?"

Yan Tingxin: "I can accompany you for a while." "

Sister Song can take care of me, you don't have to worry about me......" It was he who was worried about her, so he gave this eviction order.

Sister Song also said to Yan Tingxin at the appropriate time: "Yes, Miss Yan, I'll take care of Ning Huan, you're tired from taking care of him for so long today, go back and rest."

Yan Tingxin pressed the phone screen, it was already 1 o'clock in the morning in China, and she had to go to work tomorrow, and there was someone who took care of Ning Huan, so she was also relieved.

So, Yan Tingxin no longer shirked: "I'll come to see you tomorrow."

Ning Huan smiled and nodded, just now I accidentally glanced at her phone screen, this is Switzerland, and she is still using Beijing time......

......

The next day, the hospital.

Yan Tingxin shook the bag in his hand: "I bought you your favorite chicken rack." "

Thank you.

Yan Tingxin lowered his eyes, and suddenly saw Ning Huan's tightly covered legs under the quilt, and in a blink of an eye, on the bedside table in the ward were the painkillers that Ning Huan ate, and when he raised his eyes to look at the hanging bottle, it was very ordinary glucose.

Something seems to be wrong.

She remembered Ning Huan falling next to the faucet on the living room terrace, pouring cold water on her legs, grabbing her arm, and saying 'it's so hot' and 'so painful'......

If it was burned, why wasn't his leg medicated?

But that day in the music square, until the end of the concert, Ning Huan left in a hurry, and during the whole process, she was by his side, and she didn't see anyone scalding him with hot water or something very hot?

However, if he was not burned, why would it be difficult for him to find a cold water hose to flush his legs?

Ning Huan asked, "If you come to the hospital to accompany me every day, will it delay your work?"

"No, it won't. I'm all ...... off work" almost said that in China, she came after work, there is a time difference, and she is still working during the working hours of the workers: "I am engaged in translation, and the time is relatively flexible, anyway, when I come to see you every day, my translation work is done." "

......

The flatbread jumped around under the corner of the bed, pulling Yan Tingxin's legs.

Ning Huan: "It wants to go out and play."

Yan Tingxin: "I'll take it out later."

Yan Tingxin originally thought that he was now in the hospital bed and needed to recuperate, but he didn't expect Ning Huan to say, "I'm with you."

Ning Huan lifted the quilt.

The hospital gown was wide, and he sat on the bed, his legs were too long, exposing his ankles and a small calf, and there were no signs of medication on it, and there were no scars!

Yan Tingxin's doubts were even worse, and her hand stretched out: "Do you need me to help you?"

"You don't have to help me. Help me push the wheelchair over next to the hospital bed.

"Okay.

Yan Tingxin pushed the wheelchair in the room to the side of the bed, and Ning Huan supported himself with his hands and sat on the wheelchair.

Strangely, he had been in a wheelchair, and she thought that he could not move, at least because of his inconvenient legs and feet, and he could actually complete the action of sitting from the hospital bed to the wheelchair.

She didn't see clearly just now, did his legs exert any strength?

Ning Huan stretched out his hand and teased the dog: "Okay." Flatbread, go out.

Ning Huan can control the wheelchair by himself, Yan Tingxin doesn't need to push, he just needs to help open the door of the ward, and the two of them and a dog go out for a walk.

......

In the corridor of the hospital, Sister Song was walking with Ning Huan's attending doctor, Dr. Sun, while talking about Ning Huan's condition.

The two walked to the door of the ward, only to find that there was no one in the room.

Dr. Sun: "Where did Ning Huan go?" Sister

Song: "The wheelchair is not in the ward, and his dog is not there, so he probably went out for a walk." "

Being able to go out for a walk proves that you are in good spirits. Dr. Sun flipped through Ning Huan's cases and various indicators: "Ning Huan will be discharged from the hospital in two days." Sister

Song: "So fast?"
Doctor
Sun closed the medical notebook in his hand, "Ms. Song, this is also what I want to ask you, Ning Huan's recovery speed this time is very fast, which is faster than I, the attending doctor, expected." I remember that after his last fever, his mental condition was also faster than beforeIt's a little faster. He's been encountering lately—"

Dr. Sun's words stopped abruptly, his eyes fixed on the food scraps in the trash can in the hospital room.

"Wait. What ...... did he just eat? Is it a barbecue?

Song Chunyi and Dr. Sun's eyes were fixed on the trash can at the same time, and Sister Song said, "It seems to be a roast chicken rack."
Dr.
Sun's hand unconsciously clenched the medical record book hard, and he seemed a little excited: "Has he eaten it before?" Before this hospitalization.
Sister
Song shook her head: "I haven't given him food." I'm cooking all his food, and I've never dared to give him baked food anymore.
Dr
. Sun eagerly asked, "Who gave it to him?"
Sister
Song: "It was probably given by Miss Yan." Miss Yan is a friend of Ning Huanxin's acquaintance.
Dr.
Sun's eyes moved slightly, recalling what happened to Ning Huan in the past two days in the hospital: "Is it the girl who sent him to the hospital that day?" After Ning Huan got to know him, did he have any unusual behavior? No...... It's not an abnormality, it's a trend of getting better. "