moonlight lure

Song Shiwei's heart beat suddenly: "Then, where are the others?"

Not only did she not see him in person, she didn't see any trace of him around the hospital bed.

The nurse's expression was a little strange, and she said half-jokingly: "The police will definitely send you to the hospital after receiving the report and rescue you. Do you want to let the police comrades stay with you in bed?"

Song Shiwei was a little confused when she heard this: "What?"

Isn't it him?

Seeing her reaction, the nurse seemed to want to say something more, but was hurried away by a colleague outside the door.

Song Shiwei lay on the bed and thought, it turned out that she was rescued after someone called the police.

The original emotion in his heart turned into disappointment, but he was soon convinced by her rationality. He was training in isolation and had no contact with the outside world. It was normal for him to still know nothing about her situation. Besides, she had a false alarm. It didn't matter whether he came to save her or not. What mattered was that she was rescued safely.

After thinking about it, Song Shiwei let out a sigh of relief and leaned on the head of the bed to push herself up. After sitting there for a long time, she couldn't help but pull her lips and laugh at herself. She was already in her twenties, so why did she still harbor the heroic fantasy of a girl?

It was so dark, it had rained, and there were snakes. It was dangerous for both of them if he came. What was the point? It was better to leave it to professionals.

It's a pity that people's rationality and sensibility are two systems that refuse to admit defeat. The more she wants to remain rational, the more she can't control her disappointment and her resentment towards him.

It's been two days, hasn't he contacted her once or noticed anything unusual?

Song Shiwei silently lowered her eyes and grabbed the pillow, her lips pursed into an unpleasant line.

Suddenly a childish voice came from outside the curtain: "Sister, are you awake?"

She came back to her senses, raised her hand and gently opened the curtain. A little girl wearing the same striped hospital gown handed her a transparent crisper containing cut apples, and said shyly: "My mother asked me to give you this." .”

She lowered her eyes and looked over, seeing that the other person was about the same age as Qi Sheng, so she took it over and thanked you with a smile: "Thank you." After a moment, she asked warmly: "Where is your mother?"

She wanted to borrow her cell phone to make a call, but she suddenly woke up with no one she knew around her and no cell phone, which made her feel uneasy.

The girl replied: "Mom went out and won't be back until this afternoon."

Song Shiwei nodded, and when she lowered her eyes and opened the lid of the box, she caught a glimpse of the children's watch on her wrist, and her eyes lit up: "Can your watch make calls?"

"Okay, sister, do you want to use it?"

The little girl took off her watch and handed it over. Song Shiwei was a little confused by the numbers on the dial. She found that she didn't remember any of the numbers of anyone she knew. The only thing she remembered was the landline that Song and Tang's family had used for more than 20 years. However, after hesitating for a long time, she finally didn't press that number. .

Her eyes became dark, she lowered her eyes and held her watch in silence.

The little girl also waited quietly for her move. After a while, she suddenly pointed to her side: "Sister, you have a mobile phone here."

Song Shiwei looked back in surprise when she heard this. Under the vase and some sundries on the bedside table, she saw an old Nokia, the most classic green screen model. The shell was full of scratches and dents. It looked quite old and weathered.

What is this?

Song Shiwei was completely confused by a series of strange things that deviated from her understanding after she woke up.

This ward is a two-person room. Since it doesn't belong to the girl, it should belong to her. She picked up the phone and used the physical buttons unskillfully to enter the address book. There were only three contacts in it, the host, home, and her.

Song Shiwei frowned and looked at the real pixel font on the screen. After a moment, she clicked on [her], and what was displayed was her own number.

Half clear and half confused, she returned the watch to the little girl and asked thoughtfully: "Do you know who put this here?"

The girl blinked: "Uncle policeman."

She asked: "Where is my uncle?" The other party shook his head.

Song Shiwei pursed her lips secretly. No matter how calm she was, she couldn't control her anxiety under this series of paradoxical information. Who was the person who sent her to the hospital last night?

Determined to find someone to figure it out, she struggled to get out of bed. The first touch of her right foot on the ground was a bit painful. She held on to the cabinet and moved two steps. The pain was so painful that tears came out. The doctor who was facing the ward came in and was a little nervous. He frowned sternly and scolded: "Why did the patient go to the ground on his own? Where are the family members?"

Song Shiwei breathed a sigh of relief, stood firm and said: "I have no family members. Doctor, yesterday"

"How come there are no family members?"

The leading doctor is a woman over fifty years old, with short hair, slightly fat, and wearing glasses. She is followed by several interns and nurses. She looks quite prestigious. She interrupted Song Shiwei, opened the book in her hand and took a look, "It was your boyfriend who slept with you last night, where were the others?"

"Boy friend?"

Song Shiwei was stunned for a moment, and the answer finally came to light. He urgently asked her for confirmation, "What is it called?"

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The female doctor took a deep look at her, lowered her head and browsed through the medical records, and said in a deep voice, "You just woke up, right? Your right ankle was contusioned, and it is still under observation. Don't rush to move. Go back to bed to rest first, and then wait for your family members Ask him to come to the office when he comes back."

Song Shiwei was so anxious that she was speechless: "I don't have him. I can't find him either!"

"Then you call and ask other family members to come over."

The doctor pushed up his glasses, frowned and lowered his head to write in the notebook, "My boyfriend is unreliable, aren't his other family members either?"

"I"

Song Shiwei was furious and opened her lips to reply, but suddenly fell silent.

The scene in front of her suddenly dimmed silently, slowly overlapping with the faded images deep in her memory.

Nine years ago in Huping, it was the same afternoon, the same scene, and the same question and answer, but the situation was a hundred times more urgent at that time.

The [Working] sign on the door of the emergency operating room has been on for a long time. The daylight outside the window is clear and beautiful, but everyone in the corridor has a heavy expression, and there is an atmosphere of silence and solemnity.

Suddenly, the door of the operating room was pushed open from the inside. Everyone raised their heads subconsciously. A female doctor in surgical clothes came out of the door and looked seriously: "Jiang Qinghui's family members! Where are Jiang Qinghui's family members?"

The girl in high school uniform in the corner quickly stood up, seemingly in a hurry. Her thin body was shaking a little, and she asked nervously: "Doctor, what's wrong with my mother?"

The doctor frowned and said in a loud and urgent voice: "Why is it a child? Are there no adults in your family? Are there no other family members?"

The family members of other patients in the corridor looked sideways, either inquiringly or pityingly.

The sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl was at her most sensitive age. Her fair cheeks turned red, and she said softly with an awkward expression: "I have no adults or other family members in my family."

The doctor shook his head and waved his hand to urge her: "You can't sign, go out and find a solution! Go find your mother's friend or colleague and find a responsible adult! Hurry!"

Song Shiwei's eyes became silent and dim, and her eyes were in a trance between memory and reality.

The person in front of her was still talking seriously, and she listened in a wandering mind, as if she had returned to that embarrassing and helpless afternoon, the afternoon when she made many calls but was rejected, the afternoon when she was alone in the stairwell of the hospital. Afternoon of crying.

The ends of her lips slowly tightened, and the slender fingertips gradually turned a painful blue-white color on the edge of the cabinet. A familiar deep voice suddenly sounded outside the door.