Yao Sheng was lying quietly on the hospital bed with a pale face. His body was full of tubes. His head was covered with bandages and fixators. Only the nose was exposed to breathe oxygen.He was noisy every day, but now he could not be quieter. Like a sculpture, he seemed to solidify his life.As time passed, Feng Mingjun, Feng Yuan, Xia Xiaoluo and Ling Tianyi became more and more anxious. They looked at Yao Sheng through the transparent window of the ICU all the time, but Yao Sheng did not mean to wake up.Xia Xiaoluo clenched her fists and said to herself, “Yao Sheng, come on! Come on! You must wake up. Otherwise, everyone will be sad for you. Oh no, you won’t make us sad. You’ll wake up.”In the evening, Yao Sheng’s father returned to A City from abroad. He knew that his son’s situation was more serious than he thought. He was heartbroken, sitting silently.“Yi, do you have a cigarette? Give me one!” Yao Sheng’s fa
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