Perhaps the nurses briefly evaluated and felt that Lin Moli's condition was even more dangerous than mine now. Several nurses said something to Lin Moli in a language I couldn't understand, and then walked forward without any delay. Two of them patted her shoulders as if they were showing their consolation, while the other two carefully helped her sit back on the chair.

Although I can't understand what the nurses said, judging from the tone and the subsequent actions, I must not be able to escape the meaning of "care".

I guessed right. Later, I heard Lin Moli say that the nurses were asking her about her condition, asking her if she needed help, how she felt, and lamenting that she was too strong. Some of them asked, "Are you okay?", some said to their colleagues, "Come and help, let her sit down and rest first", and some said to her with concern, "You can understand your desire to stay with your friend, but this is a bit dangerous. Remember to call us in time in the future."

But what makes me sad and puzzled at the moment is that even standing firmly has become a problem, and it should be more convenient and safe to hold a crutch or take a wheelchair for the time being. It is impossible for nurses and doctors to know this better than me, and Lin Moli will not be able to get rid of IQ in this regard.

So, after looking at it this way, she did not sit in a wheelchair, and there was only one reasonable explanation for holding a crutch - that is "deliberate". Just like she deliberately endured the pain and stood up, she deliberately put away her crutch, deliberately hid her wheelchair, deliberately put away all her weak faces, and sat next to me as if she was fine.

As for why I think so, and on the premise that my theory is established, why did she choose to put away these assistance in front of me? I guess there is only one reasonable answer, that is, I am afraid that I am sensitive to the situation because of the scene:

When I see a familiar friend who also uses the same items as my sick self, and temporarily has obstacles in my actions and life is affected, perhaps when I feel sad for her, I will involuntarily reflect on my weakness again, and eventually feel sad that makes me feel uncomfortable inside again.

After thinking about this, my eyes searched everywhere, and finally frozen outside the door and glass window that the nurse opened - a figure of a pair of crutches appeared and disappeared.

Although most of the hidden part was hidden, I, an old disabled person, knew what it was when I saw a little smaller than my head.

Although I "don't know who it is", no matter what, I will never be given a person who can't even move my feet, and there shouldn't be anyone who deliberately puts something that is useless to me at the door of my ward.

Only she can't do such things at all, but she tries hard to do it.

——Ordinary people always say that she can’t take care of other people’s emotions, nor can she understand other people’s emotions, and always looks so cold that she doesn’t want to pay attention to others and doesn’t like to talk, and seems to always maintain the so-called “rationality”; but I, a disabled person, believe that what she shows before me is basically a state of flesh and blood, and only when others need help will they give suggestions close to pure rationality, or reduce their sensibility to freezing point to analyze problems.

It is because I firmly believe that no matter what kind of normal creature it is, there will be a sense and rational distribution when it exists, otherwise it will become a giant baby who is artificial intelligence or only acts in a state of mind. After treatment, Lin Moli, who is walking out of the dark corner, is obviously not an artificial intelligence, because she has emotions, kindness, love, and love Nanshan; she is not a giant baby, because she has IQ, rationality, thinking, and the ability to analyze and think about problems.

If you want to talk about her shortcomings, it may have nothing to do with her original body, but only with her sick shell.

Even if she can still have a lot of room for improvement in understanding other people's emotions for a while, at least she has worked hard to change - to hide something clumsily in order to avoid being sad and not taking care of herself, it is a good example of hiding something clumsily.

Thinking of this, I held back without saying a word, and silently endured the severe pain, staring at Lin Moli who was being helped back on the chair. Seeing her leaning against the back of the chair with a weak feeling, her face kept oozing cold sweat, her eyes closed, her eyebrows were furious, her hands were pinched into a fist, and she was breathless, and she looked like she was about to lose her breath. I also wanted to do something, but when I glanced at her weak arms, her lower body, which had completely lost sensation, and the urine bag connected to her lower body, I could only sigh silently and give up struggling.

But what touched me for the second time in a short time was that despite being so sad, she still couldn't forget to lift her spirits. With her weak voice and streamlined vocabulary, she said to the nurse who helped her in the few Nanshan languages ​​I could understand: "Thank you."

Thank you, the two cold and simplest words make me feel that I am a friend who thinks he is a good character and never forgets the most basic etiquette of being a human being.

After that, she expressed her gratitude, and I also said "gratitude", thanks to the conscientious nurse for letting my friends suffer less, and thanks to God, she sat down safely, instead of her feet weakening, her body fell down with a "bang", and hitting the bed cabinet or a corner, causing her head to break or her temples to get injured.

Lin Moli's question has been temporarily dealt with, but these nurses who said things I couldn't understand, and the Nanshan language reply she used made me more awake, making me realize that the place I am now is not a familiar area, but a foreign land - it is probably the Nanshan I yearn for.

But I had no impression of the process at all, and my brain was still blank, just like a computer cardboard black screen, and no screen could be displayed.

I don’t remember what kind of transportation I took to get here, nor do I remember who was with me, nor do I know whether I had passed the approval of the independent public jury before entering the country.

In short, I have no idea about what happened in recent days - I seem to have temporarily lost my memory.

I think there are only three ways to choose this situation. First, rely on yourself to try to recall what happened before you arrive at the hospital and try to get the lost memories back; second, rely on others to ask medical staff or Lin Moli who is also injured by her side, so that they who should not be lying at all help me find my memories.

Third, the first two are mixed together.

As a person who has already determined to be self-reliant but knows that I cannot blindly force myself, I prefer to try it myself and lean on others' shoulders, which is what the saying goes, "choose the middle" and "compatibility", rather than relying entirely on others like a plaster, or even knowing that I can't do it, I'd waste my energy to do it. After working for a long time, I can't get rid of others' sluts and failures. Why should ordinary people suffer this kind of hardship?

Just as I was thinking this, one of the short and fat nurses walked to the edge of my bed, with a gentle expression and a twitching lips. She said something, and her tone seemed to be asking me questions, but I knew nothing about the language she spoke.

After looking at her in a daze for a while, I slowly moved my gaze to Lin Moli's face with embarrassment and shyness. There was no obvious expression on Lin Moli's face full of cold sweat, but the look of my eyes looked confused, and I seemed to have no idea what I meant to want her to do for me.

This cannot be blamed for her, because it is not what she wants, nor does she know but refuses to answer, but she just needs some time to analyze what the specific meaning of my actions is.

In fact, she was able to return to this level, and everyone who truly regarded her as a friend should feel extremely grateful, because if it were other people with brown hair and blue eyes in general, or other autistic patients, they could have begun to try to analyze other people's expressions, speech and psychological thoughts, and try to think about other people's pain, maybe even the most basic communication, the most basic etiquette, and the most ordinary words would not be understood.

To put it bluntly, if she can do this, she should not only not criticize, but also need to be very gentle tolerant, encourage, and embrace, so that she knows that it is right to continue in this direction and should continue to work hard.

However, at this moment, I didn't want her to spend too much brain power to practice this, because she was seriously injured and exhausted. She just told her my intentions and asked the nurse what she meant.

Because in this regard, she has strengths: she is a Nanshan native who can understand ordinary language, and a highly educated person who can switch between Nanshan dialect and Mandarin without barriers. Occasionally, she is a translator between me and other Nanshan people, which just makes me understand some new words, which is also good.

But even though I tried my best to pronounce it, my Adam's apple was still squirming slightly and making a hoarse "Hmm". Lin Moli still didn't seem to understand what I wanted to express. She threw out a "Hmm?" with curiosity and breathing, "Hmm?", which could be heard a little exhausted, and then her body looked exhausted.

I might have started to complain about myself, but at this moment, I didn’t have any anger in my heart. I just looked at Lin Moli quietly. Lin Moli still stared at me in confusion, as if she was thinking desperately about what my movements meant. The nurses behind me looked at us silently, without going forward to help, without going forward to interrupt, just giving us time.

Although I am very good at guessing other people's psychology, I can't guess what their feelings are like at this moment.

Is it sympathy, empathy, lament, pity or more, more?
Chapter completed!