I can't beat her

Chapter 35 Almost Bitten by Her

Laser treatment can be done the next day after the inspection on the first day.

Ye Zhiqiu still came early to watch Ami get up.The temperature is cooling down today, so she helped Ami with the clothes she was going to wear.

A blue sweater is paired with short trousers, and canvas shoes are worn underneath.Ayo's complexion is fair, and his facial features are three-dimensional, and he looks very beautiful with a little dressing up.Like a work of art. ,

Zhiqiu liked the feeling of helping Ami dress, and enjoyed it: "Come on, sit down, I'll help you comb your hair."

Ami's eyes are wrapped with gauze, and her hair is more likely to attract the attention of others, but it is relatively dry in autumn, and she wears a sweater, so her hair tends to look disheveled if she doesn't tie it up.

Ye Zhiqiu took out the prepared colorful headband from the bag, and gently tied the ends of Ami's hair together to help her tie it up.

"Okay, so the hair doesn't get blown up and doesn't look messy."

Ye Zhiqiu looked at Ami with satisfaction again, and couldn't help stretching out his hand to pinch her face: "It looks good."

Ami touched her face nervously.

She was a little nervous at the thought of going to the hospital and starting treatment.

Ye Zhiqiu has repeatedly explained to her that these treatments are only to keep her eyes in a healthy state, and they do not belong to the category of transplant surgery.

Doesn't it mean that you can transplant after treatment?Ami understood it in this way, so her examination today was the first step in recovering her eyesight.

Ami covered her face and thought about the operation for a long time. There were many things she wanted to ask and say, but she opened her mouth and asked Ye Zhiqiu: "Zhiqiu seems to like pinching my face very much."

It's good if she didn't say anything, but when she said it, Zhiqiu's fingers became a little stiff, she shook her five fingers, put her hands behind her back as if she had done something bad, and leaned against the table.

Doesn't this move seem too intimate?Ye Zhiqiu was at a loss for a while, and couldn't find a suitable reason to deal with Ami's doubts.

Seeing Ami touching her face all the time, she blamed herself a little, perhaps because she didn't use her strength properly.

Ye Zhiqiu asked Ami: "Does it hurt?"

Ami quickly shook her head: "It doesn't hurt."

It doesn't hurt at all, and it's still a little comfortable. Every time I squeeze it, I feel full of strength, which is why Zhiqiu is like this.Ami still covered her cheek with her hand: "I want to pinch you like this too."

In this way, she will probably know why Zhiqiu keeps pinching her.

Fan Xiaozhu tried hard to describe Zhiqiu to her, but apart from being pretty, beautiful, and very temperamental, Fan Xiaozhu couldn't say anything else.

Ami couldn't imagine Zhiqiu's appearance from these words. Although she had touched it before, she was still a little shy at that time and didn't dare to touch it carefully.

Just remember it's soft and smooth.

It turned out that I didn't think my actions were too ambiguous.Ye Zhiqiu originally planned to get rid of this involuntary habit, but later, thinking about just pinching it lightly, seeing cute children on the street would make similar movements, and he didn't think too much about it.

Ye Zhiqiu heaved a sigh of relief, picked up the hand behind his back and pulled Ami's and put it on his cheek: "I pinched you, so I want to pinch you back?"

It's not good to be a little narrow-minded.

Ami nodded, feeling the temperature of the finger source, and her expression also became serious.She wanted to take this tactile feeling carefully and firmly in her heart.

Ye Zhiqiu was standing, bent slightly, with his hands behind his back, his fingertips lightly hooked the edge of the table, and was pinched by Ami, like a doll that had been shaped, motionless.

Ami sat on the chair, holding Ye Zhiqiu's face in both hands.

Large swaths of brilliance spilled from their facing facial features, forming dots of splendor on the floor, which gave birth to a lot of splendor in the monotonous room.

Ami's movements were very light, she didn't dare to use any force with her fingers, almost just brushed gently against Ye Zhiqiu's skin.

"These are the eyebrows, which are thin and slightly curved here." Ami laughed, thinking of the cartoon she liked when she was a child. The little boy in the cartoon had two thick eyebrows.

Zhiqiu should not look like that.

It's fine if Ami doesn't speak, but when she speaks or smiles, the air around Ye Zhiqiu's cheeks moves like running.

Ye Zhiqiu's fingertips on the edge of the table were already a little white, she pretended to be relaxed, her eyebrows narrowed slightly, and she also smiled: "Ami's eyebrows are thinner than mine, and the color is not as thick as mine."

Ye Zhiqiu's eyebrows are like his father's, dark and dense, making him appear energetic.

As soon as the words fell, Ami's fingers lightly touched her lips, and she was almost bitten by her.

think……

This time Ye Zhiqiu couldn't hold it back, she glanced at the head, stood up hastily, Hu Lun concealed: "There may be a traffic jam on the road, we should set off."

Even though she knew that the treatment process was very simple, that there would be no pain, or even any major feelings, Ye Zhiqiu was still a little restless, because she was going to go to work soon, and she was already wearing a white coat.

With a stethoscope hanging around his neck, a doctor in a coat walked up and down the aisle... Ye Zhiqiu saw his own reflection on the door frame of the treatment room when he walked the third time.

This had a bad effect, Ye Zhiqiu settled down, looked at the closed door, then leaned against the wall and took a deep breath, and soon calmed down.

Ye Zhiqiu observed several patients waiting for treatment.

Some patients are deeply myopic, and some are completely blind like Ami. Usually, patients who come to the ophthalmology department need their family members to take care of them, otherwise the patients will not even be able to walk normally.

Looking around, Ye Zhiqiu noticed a man wearing an old military uniform.It should be a soldier who has been retired for many years, his collar is neatly buttoned, and he wears a pair of sunglasses on his eyes.

A board was spread out on the man's knee, and a piece of paper was spread out on the board. The man used a piece of something with a small grid to draw on the paper, and the other hand kept pressing on it.

He moved very quickly, and every time he was busy, he would stop and touch the yellow paper below, and even smile.

Ye Zhiqiu took a closer look.

She didn't quite understand what it was.

A family member of the patient next to him saw the curiosity in Ye Zhiqiu's eyes, so he said, "He's writing."

Ye Zhiqiu seemed to understand, but asked the man, "What did you write?"

There are only rows of dots on the paper.

"Oh, it's nothing, just write down the process and things of coming to the hospital, so that I can read it to my wife when I get back." The man's voice was a little hoarse, and he looked about in his early forties.

Hearing him use the word "wife" to address his wife, Ye Zhiqiu could probably imagine that this is a man who prefers to express himself in words.

Ye Zhiqiu looked back at the door of the treatment room.Someone occasionally walked by the door, but the doorknob remained silent. She sat down on the empty seat next to the man in military uniform, rubbed her legs that were numb from standing nervously for a long time: "Why didn't your wife come with you?" What about the hospital?"

How could she have the heart to let her blind husband come to the hospital alone.

The man in the military uniform spoke very slowly, as if he had to carefully consider every word before he dared to say it: "I don't want her to be too tired. I'll take the subway here, it's very convenient, and you don't need to be accompanied."

"After getting off the subway, how did you come here alone, asking for directions?" Ye Zhiqiu was a little curious, she would never let Ami go to that kind of place.

In such a place, how could Ami find the entrance and exit, even if there were passers-by, they would not stay with her all the time.

Probably because this kind of question is often asked, the man in military uniform has a somewhat helpless and proud expression on his face: "It's not as difficult as you think, the subway stations have signs in Braille, after getting off the bus, just follow the blind path. "

The paper should be written in Braille, Ye Zhiqiu read it carefully again, but still didn't understand a single word.

"What's written on it?"

"I'll read it to you." The man in the military uniform didn't feel restrained at all, stroked the paper with his hands, and read vividly: "Going out today, everything went well. It's a bit cold outside. Fortunately, I'm in good health, and a single coat is fine." I can bear it. When I was downstairs, I met a neighbor’s child and led me around the manhole cover under maintenance. She is such a good child. On the subway, someone wanted to give me money, but I refused and told He and I are not soldiers begging, I have a pension and a job, although it is not much, it is just enough for the two of us as husband and wife."

It's gone here.

"I haven't finished writing yet. There are still a few people queuing in front of me. I will write slowly." The man was probably in a hurry to write down, so he started his documentary creation again.

To write a character, you have to punch several holes, and every time you pierce, there will be a clicking sound.The sound is very regular and crisp, and after listening to it for a long time, people will become quieter.

Ye Zhiqiu was a little dazed looking at the dense dots on the paper, and she asked, "Will it be difficult to learn this?"

"It's not difficult to learn anything if you want to. I don't want to give up learning and writing just because my eyes are blind." The man in the military uniform had a gentle face on his face: "I write every day. I used to want to write big articles and be famous. After I became blind and met my wife, I didn’t think so.”

"Then why are you writing it now?" Ye Zhiqiu was a little absent-minded, she was still worried about Ami, because she was afraid that Ami would be wronged in a place she couldn't see.

The man couldn't feel Ye Zhiqiu's anxiety, he was completely immersed in his own writing, he said: "For my wife to read, I write a little every day, telling her what I did and what I encountered today, nothing unusual, but My wife likes it."

"Does your wife write too?" Ye Zhiqiu didn't quite understand, what was there to communicate about such trivial matters.

The man shook his head: "My wife doesn't write, she has no legs, and she doesn't like to go out, so I often tell her about the outside world."

But you can't see it.

Ye Zhiqiu was stunned for a moment, and the doubts in his eyes deepened.

The door to the treatment room finally opened.

Ye Zhiqiu stood up and went to meet Ami and took Ami's hand.

Ami looked the same as usual, except that her hair was unavoidably disheveled. She was smiling and seemed to be in a good mood.

"Zhiqiu, it doesn't hurt. I don't feel any pain at all. I just sit and can't move." Ami stood next to Zhiqiu, afraid that the hurried pedestrians would separate them.

"Zhiqiu, it's not as cold as it is outside. The warm sweater you bought is just right for today."

"Zhiqiu, do you know, the nurse said to help me out, but I said no, I know the location of the door, I wrote it down as soon as I went in, Ami is not someone who knows nothing."

They were all insignificant words, but just listening to this voice made me feel at ease.

When turning the corner, Ye Zhiqiu looked back and saw a touch of greenery in the crowd, and the sound of rattling was pleasant to his ears.Ye Zhiqiu tightened his palms, held Ami's hand and smiled slightly: "Ami, do you want to write all this down?"

The author has something to say: Bad news, my cousin will come back to make an appointment in the next few days, and there will be a banquet at home. In order to maintain the pace of updates, I probably won’t deliberately add updates recently—well, so you have a legitimate reason not to leave a comment up.