MTL - My Sister is Very Obsessive-Chapter 739 : me, sister, mother

"how do you feel?"

"The right hand hurts a lot, and then, the eyes don't seem to be able to see clearly."

"You have a slight tear in the bone in your right hand and your eyes are exposed to bright light, which is normal."

"Then can my eyes respond?"

"Of course I can reply, but it will take some time."

"That's good!"

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The doctor's words reassured me a lot. Except for my right hand and eyes, I didn't have any other wounds on my body, which made me even more puzzled. Logically speaking, in such an environment, the chances of me surviving are not high. so big?

After the doctor asked the question, Shen An politely sent the doctor and nurse out of the ward.

I leaned my back against the head of the bed, and my sister stood beside me with her head lowered and her hands tightly hooked behind her. Obviously, she was very shy about how she was crying.

After all, I'm 20 years old this year, and I'm crying in front of so many people. Anyone who is a little ashamed will be embarrassed.

What followed was a wave of concerned greetings, which was really uncomfortable for me, who had never received so much concern.

After saying thank you very reluctantly to everyone who cared, I yawned, saying that I was tired and wanted to rest.

"Okay, Xiaole just woke up, and his spirit is not very good, so we won't disturb him to rest!"

When the old man Shen spoke, naturally no one dared to disobey.

Everyone left the ward one after another. My sister looked at me with a tangled face, and then looked at the person who left. When I was about to leave, I grabbed her wrist and smiled at her. Shaking his head lightly.

My sister understood, so she obediently sat beside my bed.

After everyone left, the atmosphere in the ward became very quiet.

I opened my eyes and looked at my sister, trying hard to see her appearance, but found that she always seemed to have a white halo on her body.

He sat up vigorously and tried his best to lean over to his sister's side.

"Brother, brother!"

My sister felt my movement, turned around quickly, and looked at me with concern.

I didn't respond to her, but put my face in front of her as much as possible.

The faces are only a finger's distance apart. Although I can't see her full face at this distance, I am very satisfied that I can see the details of her face.

Plop, plop, plop...

I felt my heartbeat and pulse on my neck.

The left arm gently hooked her sister's slender waist, then moved up gradually, and finally hugged her back.

The elder sister pursed her lips and opened her mouth lightly.

"Brother... uh!"

Just as she was about to speak, I bit her little mouth.

It feels really good. After experiencing an immortal catastrophe, I really feel the true meaning of "everything I have is a fluke".

This is not modesty or lack of self-confidence. It is a kind of pious gratitude. Chicken soup always says that those who know how to be grateful will be happy for a long time. I used to scoff at it, but now it seems that there is some truth to it. .

The little hand that my sister put on my back gave me a slight twist, so I knew she had reached her limit.

Letting go of her lips, watching her gasp with her small mouth "hooahhooah", letting the moist, sweet heat hit my chin, I felt extremely satisfied in my heart.

Her forehead lightly pressed against her forehead, and she touched the tip of her nose against her round little nose.

"I thought I'd never see you again!"

My sister's **** and white eyes suddenly rolled upwards and looked straight at me. The originally clear and transparent glass body was instantly covered with a layer of mist, the mist condensed into water droplets and gathered under the eyes, and finally turned into tears and overflowed like this. come out.

"Eh? Sister, why are you crying again?"

I was a little flustered.

"Idiot, you guys are all selfish ghosts!"

My sister said with a whimper, and then suddenly gave me a headbutt.

"Ow! It hurts!"

This headbutt elder sister used a lot of force, because it was so painful that my lacrimal glands couldn't help but secrete tears,

The elder sister also directly covered her forehead with her hands, while crying, she kept saying "it hurts..."

I'm speechless, since it hurts so hard.

"Are you OK?"

"Do you tube!"

Sister raised her hand and wiped her tears with her sleeve, pouted her mouth and turned her head away,

"I'm going to call my mother. She cried many times during the three days you were in a coma!"

After speaking, my sister got up and ran towards the door of the ward.

I gently rubbed my forehead with my left hand, took a deep breath, smiled helplessly, and said to myself, "It's really stupid, I didn't have a hard forehead, I should be in more pain than me!"

The curtains outside the window have been drawn, and the sun seems to be very bright.

It's been a hundred days since my muscles and bones are broken, and my arm is probably not going to get better after going to school.

...

There was a slight door opening, and then the figures of my mother and sister appeared at the door.

Although I can't see clearly now, I still know that the mother with long hair and shawl is still quite young. Time has basically left no trace on her. The sagging problem that women worry about with age does not appear in the mother.

Her image began to sketch in my mind, and I imagined that she was looking at me with a smile on her face, her red eyes still shedding tears from time to time.

I pursed my lips, lowered my head, and said apologetically,

"I'm sorry, Mom, for worrying you!"

"You know it too!"

My mother didn't dote on my head as usual, and said "it's okay" with a smile.

She walked up and knocked **** my forehead.

"pain!"

I was hit on the forehead by my sister just now, and now my mother has knocked on the forehead again. Although it hurts, my heart is unexpectedly warm and sweet.

"You know it hurts too. I used to be so used to you that I was reluctant to hit and scold, so you didn't even know what 'pain' felt like."

Although my mother was blaming me, her tone of voice was so gentle that I wanted to cry.

"I know I was wrong, I will be obedient and obedient in the future, and I will never participate in their affairs again, I promise!"

I hurriedly raised my hand, as if swearing.

After that, my mother told me a lot about the three days that I was in a coma. Among them, my sister said the most. From the moment she saw me covered in blood and was taken to the ambulance, she was shocked and fainted. I stayed by my bedside for three days and three nights, and always held my left hand and refused to let go.

It wasn't until she made her sister feel embarrassed that she changed the subject.