Guide To Raising the Sick Villain

Tan Mo grew up and has heard too many insults and contempt. He used to be uncontrollable with irritability and impulsiveness. When he grew up, he no longer cared about what those people said and slandered. The remarks of others are angry again.

But he never imagined that one day, he was reluctant to say a heavy word to someone who was a little bit sad, but because of his own reason, he was crowned with such a ugly word.

Mu Can.

As long as these two words were spoken, Tan Mo felt that even breathing was too difficult, because she was kind to him, because she was too kind and too kind, so she inexplicably endured these dirty words.

It's all because of him.

Tan Mo finally knew the reason for the weird look in everyone's eyes these past two days.

It is impossible for Qiao Lan to not know, but Qiao Lan did not tell him. As for the reason, it is not difficult to guess, but Tan Mo can't feel moved. His anger and regret have burned him to the bottom.

After the physical education class, Tan Mo looked at the girl's smile without haze, Tan Mo opened his mouth and did not say anything.

What do you say, telling Qiao Lan not to treat him better in the future, don't let people misunderstand that she likes a person with a limb?

How could it be possible that Qiao Lan hadn't told him about this, she had clearly stated her attitude, and she would never change her position because of others' gossip.

And this incident itself did not lie with Qiao Lan at all, but with him.

Tan Mo sat in the car and didn't say a word. It didn't take him long to figure out a clear and clear way to cut off the possibility of these speeches. There were only two ways to be clear and clear.

First, he took the initiative to stay away from Qiao Lan, and even left here completely. As long as he leaves, all disputes will disappear.

Second, if he can stand up.

He knew not only that he could not stand up with his legs, but compared with his legs, he was more disturbed and inferior in the face of Qiao Lan because of his psychological disability. He had thought that even if he could stand up one day, Asper Ge will still accompany him.

Asperger's disease is inherently disabled and there is no possibility of cure.

But now, Qiao Lan was injured because of his crippled legs, and Tan Mo saw the meaning of standing up again.

If it is possible to prevent Qiao Lan from being harmed, he can give up his previous persistence, even if it is guilt and compensation for his mother.

He is actually such an extremely selfish person.

There are clearly two ways to go, and it is clear that he can choose to leave Qiao Lan far away, but as long as he closes his eyes and thinks that there is no trace of Qiao Lan in his future life, Tan Mo dare not think about it anymore.

It's like a person out of water.

Will die.

He wants to choose the second way.

The scene of the car accident at the time began to come to mind uninterruptedly. The mother screamed when the out-of-control car crashed, and the mother's eyes were still bright when he was in her arms at the last moment, and her legs hurt sharply after the explosion. He was completely in a coma, and his grandparents pointed to him and said that he had delayed his mother's life and killed her.

Car accidents, explosions, blood, hospitals, scene after scene reappeared in front of her eyes, Tan Mo's eyes widened in pain, but she couldn't see anything in front of her eyes, and the traumatic stress response that hadn't happened for a long time suddenly plunged into her mind. , I don’t know where the questioning sound came from, asking him over and over again why he repented and why the person who died was not him. If you abandon your previous beliefs, you will suffer retribution, and the people you protect will also suffer. Retributive...

As his breathing became more and more rapid, Tan Mo had to hold his hand tightly to the position of his heart. Uncle Chen was taken aback by Tan Mo's sudden change, and he stepped on the brake to stop the car.

Uncle Chen opened the car door and asked him anxiously. He grabbed Tan Mo's wrist in a hurry. There was a dull pain in his wrist. Tan Mo lowered his head in a daze and saw the peace knot on his wrist and the obsidian bead.

"If you abandon your faith, there will be bad luck..."

Tan Mo looked at the black bead and muttered, "Let everything fall on me."

Everything has nothing to do with Qiao Lan. If the cause and effect are rewarded, he should be alone.

Uncle Chen was taken aback by his sudden relapse. Hearing the words murmured in Tan Mo's mouth, his eyes turned red for a while, and he asked him urgently.

After a long while, Tan Mo's eyes finally had focus. He lowered his head and watched Uncle Chen slowly speak, "Call the doctor for me."

Uncle Chen seemed to have heard some unbelievable words. For a while, the man was stunned. After a while, his excited hands were trembling.

"Contact... I'll contact tomorrow... Don't wait until I get back home..."

Uncle Chen didn't know what happened, so Tan Mo finally figured out that he gave up the paranoia he once was. Tan Mo didn't say that it didn't matter! He didn't ask, Tan Mo finally received treatment, which was enough to make him speechless.

When he returned home that same day, Uncle Chen immediately called and contacted the doctor who was in charge of the operation on Tan Mo when Tan Mo had just returned from abroad. Although it is possible to have a doctor come to check Tan Mo at home, there is no equipment at home, so it is better to go to the hospital.

Tan Mo was sitting in the wheelchair, sliding his fingers across the phone screen, quietly looking at the WeChat box chatting with Qiao Lan.

Not long after the last WeChat, it was Qiao Lan's daily good afternoon after speaking with Qiao Lan at noon.

Looking at this good afternoon, Tan Mo sat motionless for a long time. It was not until 9:30, and after the evening study in school, Tan Mo sent a WeChat message to Qiao Lan, telling her that she would not go tomorrow. School.

Less than half a minute after the news was sent, Qiao Lan called. The girl's voice was mixed with the noisy noise, which was not very real.

"What's wrong," Qiao Lan asked him, but suddenly became nervous, "Is his leg hurt again?"

"Yeah," Tan Mo said, "So I won't go tomorrow."

"If you feel uncomfortable, rest at home. Your body is the most important thing. Your body is too weak now." Sometimes the girl is like a little Tang monk, sometimes even more nagging than Aunt Chen, but Tan Mo listened for a long time. Said on the other side of the phone, he was listening quietly here.

On the other end of the phone, Bai Yu was probably calling her, asking who she was talking to. Qiao Lan said nonchalantly, "Tan Mo."

Tan Mo's heart suddenly hurt, and he hurriedly found an excuse to hang up.

Uncle Chen waited for him to come in after he finished the call and said, "We have already contacted the doctor. We will be there tomorrow morning."

"Yeah," Tan Mo remained motionless and nodded.

Uncle Chen took a deep breath and asked him hesitantly, "Is it really okay to go to the hospital tomorrow..."

Tan Mo's fear and rejection of the hospital and doctors were too serious. Whenever he thought of the knife Tan Mo stuck in his leg, Uncle Chen still felt terrible.

"Yes," Tan Mo's tone was unexpectedly calm, "Call me on time tomorrow morning."

Uncle Chen nodded and closed the door for Tan Mo.

After closing the door, Uncle Chen's face collapsed in an instant. He sat on the sofa, and the old man in his fifties and nearly sixties covered his eyes, silent but couldn't help crying.

He didn't tell Tan Mo that when he first communicated with the doctor, the doctor said that Tan Mo's leg was dragged for too long. It might be difficult.

The doctor said it would be difficult, but Uncle Chen understood that Tan Mo's real situation might be much more difficult than it is.

He sat alone in the living room for a long time, wiped his face and returned to the bedroom. The next day he was still full of energy. He woke up Tan Mo as if he didn't know anything, and then took Tan Mo to the hospital.

It took a lot of effort for Uncle Chen to postpone the doctor's appointment in the morning, leaving the earliest time to Tan Mo.

It hasn't been too long since I went to the hospital last time. When my grandfather passed away, Tan Mo had also been to the hospital, but today it was not for other people but for himself. The person under examination was not someone else but him.

At the thought of this, Tan Mo's nerves began to tense uncontrollably.

The examination process, as if being slowed down, was more difficult than Tan Mo imagined. He was stiffly listening to Uncle Chen’s answer to the doctor’s questions, lying on the cold equipment, listening to the various machines in his ears. Stopped "didi" creaking.

It has been one and a half years since the car accident. He has not received any professional examination for one and a half years. Now he has one item, including his legs, including his overall physical fitness.

The whole morning passed, and the doctor's expression became more and more serious from the beginning.

Although Qiao Lan had taught him a lot of expressions, Tan Mo still couldn't detect such small emotional changes as solemn and serious. Only Uncle Chen felt the temperature in his heart getting lower and lower.

The doctor motioned to Uncle Chen to go out with him. Uncle Chen pretended to be relaxed and asked Tan Mo to wait for a while, and then went out with the doctor.

The doctor took a thick stack of examined films and other things and pointed them to Uncle Chen one by one.

He is very professional. Uncle Chen can’t understand everything, but he can understand roughly. He clasped his hands tightly together, "Don’t say this to me, I don’t understand, I just want to know... rule..."

At the end, Uncle Chen said it almost gritted his teeth.

The doctor was silent for a long time and sighed, "At first, because of the patient's resistance, the treatment was not thorough. Later, without professional examination and treatment for one and a half years, the striated muscle dystrophy caused muscle atrophy, and the striated muscle has spread all over the body , And then there was a nutritional disorder. Rehabilitation was originally very painful and difficult. The young master suffered a long-term physical loss and could not sustain the rehabilitation at all, so..."

"So, there is a high probability that the young master... can only sit in a wheelchair in this life."

Uncle Chen's eyes were embarrassing, but he still asked unwillingly, "There is a high probability...how much..."

"Percent, ninety-eight."

Uncle Chen only felt his brain exploded, and the whole person could no longer stand immediately. He staggered back a few steps. The doctor hurriedly grabbed Uncle Chen, but he froze in place after raising his head.

Tan Mo didn't know when he would come out, there was no sound, and his light brown eyes still looked calm.

He looked at the doctor and Uncle Chen quietly, and repeated it softly after a long while, "Ninety-eight percent."

The doctor hurriedly changed his words, "In fact, it is not so high..."

In fact, it should be higher, ninety-nine percent, or even... one hundred percent.

He thought he had chosen another path, maybe a new beginning, but he didn't expect his retribution to come so quickly.

He once said that if there is any bad luck, please punish him as much as possible.

Now everything was fulfilled, but it came much earlier than he thought.