Qiao Lan only felt her heart twitch.
For...what will scars...
She knew that Tan Mo had an **** syndro since she was a child, and later a car accident caused her legs to beco disabled, but...why is there such a hideous scar left by the car accident?
But apart from this scar, there are no other traces around. A car accident should not leave such a flat wound, and this trace...
More like a scar left by a sharp weapon like a knife...
The skin on the juvenile's legs seems paler than the hands on the face. It is different from the legs of boys of the sa age who run and play basketball on the playground. There are no visible muscles and the curvature of the muscles. The calves and ankles are abnormally slender. Unlike boys, she is more like a slender girl with a full grip.
At a glance, it was pale, slender, and very pathologically beautiful, but behind it, this was the initial manifestation of calf muscle atrophy.
Relatively speaking, the muscles began to decrease, and the muscle fiber tissue began to beco thinner and gradually disappeared.
At this mont, Tan Mo's legs were marked with dazzling scars, and his calves trembled slightly. He hurriedly bent down and hurriedly pulled the quilt up to cover his legs. Qiao Lan saw that his pale face still had no expression, but he could hold the quilt. But his hands are too tight.
He didn't want her to see it.
I don't want him to see his sick and terrifying legs.
But he was in pain, because Qiao Lan saw the dicine bottle on his bed, which was designed to relieve nerve pain, neuropathy and other symptoms.
Qiao Lan suddenly reacted, Tan Mo was not suffering from stomach pain, but leg pain and leg nerve pain.
"Do you want to take dicine?" Qiao Lan hurriedly ran out and poured water in, took the pills according to the instructions on the dicine bottle and handed them to Tan Mo. How painful Qiao Lan felt, she could only see Tan Mo's eyes The pain was so painful that I hurriedly took out my mobile phone and couldn't care about calling Uncle Chen so late.
Uncle Chen was shocked when he received Qiao Lan's call in the evening, and was so surprised to ask what happened. When Qiao Lan finished speaking, he was relieved but still very anxious, "It will hurt like this once or twice every month. Ti, he doesn't go to the hospital, he can only take dicine when it hurts, he can only stick to it. The dicine is in the drawer beside his bed. Take two tablets and don't eat too much...I will go back tomorrow morning... ...."
After Qiao Lan hung up the phone, she hurriedly put the dicine bottle away, went to the bathroom to soak the towel with hot water, twisted it half-dry and ca back again, stretched out her hand to open the quilt.
Tan Mo, who was distracted from the pain after taking the painkillers, was suddenly touched when Qiao Lan lifted the quilt. He firmly grasped the quilt and kept her from seeing it.
"Tan Mo let go," Qiao Lan grabbed his hand, "Your leg needs warm compress."
"No", Tan Mo couldn't listen, and didn't want to listen. He knew what Qiao Lan was going to do. Every ti his leg hurts, Uncle Chen would also help him with a hot compress and massage. Tan Mo never felt that Uncle Chen did anything, but When Qiao Lan lifted the quilt, Tan Mo had only one thought in his mind, which could not be seen by Qiao Lan.
He didn't want Qiao Lan to see such ugly scars and abnormal legs.
He wanted to push Qiao Lan's hand away and raised his head to look at Qiao Lan's gaze, both distracted and pleading, "Don't look", the boy's voice has always been steady, because of pain and embarrassnt, he can't stop shaking, "Don't look. ...very ugly..."
"It's not ugly, Tan Mo", Qiao Lan grabbed the teenager's trembling hand, and her voice was softer than ever, just as if a louder voice scared the fragile teenager, "Really, it's not ugly at all. Let it go. Okay, Momo, obedient, take your hands away."
Bit by bit, Tan Mo's fingers were removed, and the hand that was tightly on the quilt was removed. The quilt was opened again, and the pale skin and hideous scars were exposed again.
Qiao Lan put the warm towel on Tan Mo's trembling calf.
"Is it hot?" Qiao Lan held the towel in her hand, not feeling very hot, but she was afraid that Tan Mo was too sensitive to temperature.
Tan Mo sat on the bed stiffly and helplessly, watching Qiao Lan put her hands on her calves through a towel, and then said lowly after a long while, "I don't know, I can't feel it."
He doesn't know whether it is hot or not.
Not only could not feel the temperature of the towel, but also the strength of Qiao Lan's hands on his legs.
He could only feel the pain that made people rush through his nerves.
Tan Mo's words were extrely natural, but Qiao Lan was uncomfortable listening to her in her heart. Only then did she rember that Uncle Chen said on the phone just now that Tan Mo was completely unconscious below his knees.
He can't feel the temperature and strength, but he can feel the nerves hurt, right? If the nerves hurt, does that an that it is not irrecoverable?
The towel quickly cooled down, Qiao Lan went to the bathroom to re-soak in hot water, and applied it back and forth for half an hour. Tan Mobai's excessive calf was also slightly stained with blood, and the scar was also caused by long-term staining. The heat becos more red.
Tan Mo sat motionless, watching Qiao Lan help him with his legs over and over again, very serious and focused.
She seems to be really...not afraid, nor ugly...
The effect of the dicine gradually ca up, and finally his pain was not so severe. There was still no touch on his calf, but it was probably due to psychological effects. Tan Mo seed to be able to feel the strength of the hands pressing on his calf, and he stared at Joe motionlessly. Lan's hand, watching her remove the towel for the last ti, fell gently on the scar after a long while.
Tan Mo stepped back uncontrollably.
Qiao Lan hurriedly closed her hand, "I'm sorry," she said, but she said softly, "...How did this scar co from? Was it left in the accident?"
"No," Tan Mo couldn't help but want to cover his legs with a quilt. Qiao Lan didn't use the towel again this ti. Her hands were directly on her legs, and Tan Mo was so frightened that she didn't dare to move.
Chen Bo said that it is best to massage after the hot compress, Qiao Lan is not good, but a little pinch is always good.
"Is that... soone else hurt it?"
"No", Tan Mo was stretched tightly all over, with his hands on his sides and clenched tightly together.
"I made it myself."
The hands Qiao Lan was massaging suddenly stiffened.
Made it myself...
Self-harm...
Qiao Lan was in a daze. It seed that there was a ntion in the book that Tan Mo suffered severe post-traumatic stress disorder after the car accident and had self-harm.
The scar on the leg is the trace left at that ti.
Qiao Lan's eyes were a little sour, especially after looking at the scar so close, what kind of pain did Tan Mo, a person with such a dull feelings, have experienced PTSD before he stabbed the knife. On the lap.
Wanting to reach out to touch it, but afraid that Tan Mo hurts, Qiao Lan retracted her hand again, carefully avoiding the scar, and restarted the massage.
"I just saw that the bottle of dicine is to relieve nerve pain, Tan Mo, the nerves are still responding, can your legs be cured?"
Tan Mo was silent again.
This is the reaction when he doesn't want to speak.
Qiao Lan has known him for nearly a year, and he can see the traces of his lying, and vaguely recognize what he ans when he is silent. Tan Mo's legs may really be cured.
"Why didn't Nengzhi go?"
Because I can't go, I shouldn't go.
A person who was not supposed to be born, a person who was supposed to die in that car accident, survived by accident, but died in that car accident who didn't deserve to die.
The defective product still lives in the world, but the mother who has been affected for half her life for this defective product has left forever because of him.
He always rembered his grandmother telling him that he was a drag from his mother from birth, he dragged her down for more than ten years, and eventually even killed her.
He didn't want to live, but had to live because of his mother's last words, but these legs, the legs that were crippled in the car accident, since they are dead, let them go forever.
Qiao Lan finally waited for Tan Mo's answer, but couldn't understand the aning of this answer, Tan Mo said.
This is what he deserves.
He wanted to push Qiao Lan's hand away and told her not to waste ti on these legs, but after all, he didn't speak, and he was a little reluctant to speak.
He couldn't feel the strength, but he still missed this feeling.
As ti passed a little bit, the young man was a little exhausted from the pain he had just now, and finally slowly closed his eyes. Qiao Lan carefully re-covered the quilt for Tan Mo, and sat on the bedside watching the young boy's pale but delicate face.
The brows that had never been frowned, but slightly frowned in his sleep.
Even falling asleep seed to be tortured.
Qiao Lan stretched out her hand, gently pressed the young man's eyebrows, and slowly pushed away her frowning eyebrows.
At eight o'clock in the morning the next morning, Uncle Chen hurried back.
After receiving Qiao Lan's call last night, I couldn't sleep well anymore, and finally drove back until it got dark.
Tan Mo was too tired last night to wake up. Qiao Lan had been up for half an hour and was packing the breakfast from the nutritionist.
Uncle Chen quietly opened Tan Mo's holiday door, walked in and then quietly retreated, and looked back at Qiao Lan, who was startled and wondering what she was thinking.
Called Qiao Lan in a low voice, Qiao Lan ca back to her senses, took breakfast, sat on the other side of the dining table, and said after a long while, "Uncle Chen, Tan Mo's legs can actually be cured."
Chen Bo was silent, and said after a long while, "It can be cured, but it is difficult. The success rate is less than 20%, and the treatnt process is...very painful. The most important thing is..."
"It is Tan Mo himself who is unwilling to treat."
Uncle Chen was taken aback, staring at Qiao Lan for a long ti, nodding sadly in his eyes, "Yes, he doesn't want to be cured at all."
He said it was all retribution.
After coming out of the kitchen, Qiao Lan stood on the balcony and took a deep breath. She had never felt this kind of helpless powerlessness. She didn't know what to do and what to do. She always thought that Asper. The Grid syndro is already very serious, but the more serious one is Tan Mo's radical and deep-rooted thoughts.
At 9:30 in the morning, Tan Mo finally got up. He sat in a wheelchair and looked at the girl with his back to him. His head was still not awake when he woke up. He suddenly rembered that Qiao Lan took care of him for half the night last night. Massage him with your hands.
The boy's entire back suddenly straightened again.
Qiao Lan turned her head when she heard the movent, Tan Mo had just woke up, her soft hair had not yet been cleaned up, and a few strands of restlessly curled upwards, and the dull hair instantly made the still a little dazed teenager even more stupid.
Qiao Lan smiled suddenly.
Tan Mo looked at the smile on Qiao Lan's face, facing the sun. The girl's smile was even more dazzling than the sun, and Tan Mo subconsciously wanted to return Qiao Lan with the sa expression.
But I don't know how to laugh, the facial muscles seem to be disobedient, and in the end they still look weird and funny.
Qiao Lan patted her hand and walked over, looking at the young man and said, "I thought about what I am going to do today, Tan Mo, I will teach you how to recognize expressions and how to laugh."
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