we are bad boys

When we walked to the entrance of the intensive care unit, the doctor in front waved us to stop us, the crowd paused, and we looked into the intensive care unit along the transparent glass in doubt.

"Peng! Boom boom!"

There was the sound of violent fighting in the room. Two doctors in their 30s and four nurses could only forcefully hold the pockmarked face on the bed. The pockmarked face was covered in blood and shouted, " Dakang, Mumu, let me go!! We...are a family...There is nothing we can't talk about, and there is nothing I can't compromise...!"

Outside.

"Snapped!

Dakang pursed his lips and stared blankly at the middle-aged man in the intensive care unit who spoke illogically and had dull eyes, with big eyes and two lines of tears streaming down his face.

"He... what... what's wrong?!" Gao Dong looked at the glass and stammered to the doctor in front of him.

"... The huge force spread to the back of the head, causing indirect neurological disorders. Our expert team originally guessed that it was mental regression, but we didn't expect it to be like this!!!" The doctor turned his head to look at us, and said slowly.

"Indirect nervous disorder?? What do you mean?? Mental illness? Crazy??!" Wang Mumu asked loudly.

"Yes, it's a kind of neurosis!!" The doctor took a step back, avoiding Wang Mumu's approaching face, and replied again.

"He's such a nice guy, why the hell did he go crazy?? Tell me, why did he go crazy!! Did you give him a good fucking treatment?!" Wang Mumu broke down immediately, with his hands on his waist, his chest heaving violently, I don't know who is blaming, is it the doctor? ?I think it's more likely to be fucking god! !

"Doctor, can surgery cure it?" Compared to Mumu, although Fuxin spoke with a trembling voice, he was more rational. At his age, it was easier to accept reality.

"Human nerves are quite complicated, so surgery is not a consideration, it can only be suppressed with drugs!!"

"Suppression, what do you mean?"

"Simply put, whether it can recover or not depends entirely on the sky!" The doctor replied again.

"Then you said intermittent nervous disorder, that is to say, he will still be awake???" Fu Xin continued to ask.

"Yes, but it doesn't mean that the nervous system can be cured in a certain period of time, but that the mental patient maintains it for a long time. The violent brain cell beating will make people tired, which is similar to the meaning of normal rest, causing the brain to be abnormal. It governs body movement, and language expression, and there is a short quiet period. If you ask him something, he will answer, but the language logic is chaotic, and intelligence...will decline!!" The doctor tried to explain a sentence in terms we could understand.

"...Weak...mentally retarded?" Gao Dong asked tentatively.

"Well, it can be understood that way!!"

After the doctor finished speaking, we were all silent for a moment.

Some people say that a person's life is like a disaster movie. We are constantly hiding from the flying gravel, the cracked earth, and the mountains that are bursting with fireworks. , but a disaster movie, after all, it starts with tragedy and ends with tragedy. It will not change the story it tells because of a certain person or group. We who watch movies are not experiencing that we need nearly a hundred years to finish watching. , and this movie called "Fate" starring in person?

A month ago, pock-marked face was full of vigor and energy in order to revitalize Hengyuan.

A month later, the tragedy movie became popular and entered the **...

This middle-aged man in his 40s has spent the first half of his life stumbling, or enjoying the scenery, and will play the role of a lunatic in the second half of his life, a lunatic who may freeze to death on the street and no one cares about him! !

As time goes by, we, who have experienced vicissitudes, force ourselves to become hard from the outside to the inside. We need to put the emotion that we think we are cowards in a position that outsiders cannot see. Some people call it kindness, some call it true emotion, and some call it This is the most precious softness.

Today's crazy pockmarked face hit, Dakang who slapped the table and stared yesterday, the softest part, deep self-blame and guilt, rushed to my heart in an instant! !

"...I really didn't expect it to be like this....I was so fucking wrong! Pockmarked!! I was so fucking wrong, can you hear that?!" Dakang stood in front of the glass door and slapped himself vigorously With two mouths, traces of blood seeped from the corners of their mouths, with glass on their foreheads, they said in a trembling voice.

"I still want to tell you that the patient's situation cannot be supported by simple friendship. It is a lifetime thing. I hope you will communicate with the patient's family and provide the patient with a relatively long-term living environment as soon as possible!" The doctor pondered After a moment, he said something kindly.

"He doesn't have... a family member, I raised him until he died...!" Dakang bit his lip, his voice was very low, it didn't seem like he was talking to the doctor, but more like a new promise he had made.

"When will he be discharged from the hospital!?" Binbin interrupted and asked.

"Oh, after the trauma is healed, you can do it anytime!" The doctor sighed, replied, patted Dakang on the shoulder, turned and left.

"and many more!"

Just as the doctor was walking forward, I, who had been silent all this time, suddenly stopped him.

"What's wrong?" the doctor asked, looking at me suspiciously.

I frowned, glanced at everyone, paused, and said with a forced smile: "It's okay, I forgot what I want to ask!"

"Yeah!" The doctor nodded at me, then turned and left.

Wang Mumu was far away from me, clenched his fists, gritted his teeth and asked, "Do you suspect that he is pretending!?"

I was stunned for a moment when I heard Wang Mumu's words. I glanced sullenly at all the people who turned their eyes to me, and said with a low head, "No! It's something else!"

"You're a bit like Bi Ziwen now, you know that?"

"Well, maybe!" I froze for a moment, nodded and said.

That night, the pockmarked face was given a tranquilizer, and then fell into a deep sleep. The hospital had no vacant wards. Except for Dakang who didn’t say a word, the rest of us left collectively and got two rooms in the hotel next door. I don’t know. Why, there are five people crowded in the two suites, but I am the only one in this one.

"Gudong, Gudong!!"

The viscous red wine, with a faint sour taste, was poured into my mouth in an extremely luxurious manner. In a blink of an eye, the bottle was drained, and the bottle was still on the ground. I leaned my head on the back of the sofa with a plop, and slowly closed When I closed my eyes, my brain became more and more confused. At some point, tears flowed from the corners of my eyes inexplicably. When the teardrops ran across the corners of my mouth, I felt itchy. I opened my eyes in amazement and wiped the corners of my mouth.

I was stunned for at least three or four minutes. I really couldn't figure out why I was crying. Is it my mother's sadness after my pockmarked face went crazy, or my heart is so tired that I want to protest with tears? ? ?