Guide To Raising the Sick Villain

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Qiao Lan felt her heart twitch suddenly.

Why... why are there scars...

She knew that Tan Mo had AS since childhood, and later had a car accident that left his legs disabled, but... why did he have such a hideous scar, left by the car accident?

But apart from this scar, there are no other traces around. The car accident should not leave such a flat wound, and this trace...

More like scars left by sharp objects like knives...

The skin on the boy's legs seemed to be paler than that on his face and hands. Unlike the legs of boys of the same age who were running and playing basketball on the playground, there were no clearly visible muscles and arcs supported by the muscles. The calves and ankles were extremely slender. Not like a boy, more like a slender girl with a grip.

At a glance, it is pale, slender, and extremely morbidly beautiful, but behind it, this is the initial manifestation of calf muscle atrophy.

Relatively speaking, the muscles begin to decrease, and the muscle fiber tissue begins to become thinner a little bit, and finally disappears gradually.

At this moment, there were glaring scars on Tan Mo's legs, and his calves trembled slightly. He bent down in a panic and hurriedly pulled the quilt up to cover his legs. Qiao Lan saw that his pale face still showed no expression, but he grabbed the quilt His hands were too tight.

He didn't want her to see it.

I don't want him to see my sick and horrible legs.

But he was in pain because Qiao Lan saw the medicine bottle on his bed, which was designed to relieve nerve pain, neuropathy and other symptoms.

Qiao Lan suddenly realized that Tan Mo didn't have a stomachache, but a leg pain, and a nerve pain in his leg.

"Do you want to take medicine?" Qiao Lan hurriedly ran out and poured water in, took the pills according to the instructions on the medicine bottle and handed them to Tan Mo. Qiao Lan didn't know how painful the nerve pain was, she could only see Tan Mo's eyes Already hurt to the point of laxity, he hastily took out his cell phone and didn't care to call Uncle Chen at such a late hour.

Chen Bo was shocked when he received a call from Qiao Lan at night, and asked what happened. After Qiao Lan finished speaking, he was relieved but still anxious, "It hurts like this once or twice a month, there is no fixed time. Time, he doesn't go to the hospital, he can only take medicine when he hurts, he can only hold on to it, the medicine is in the drawer beside his bed, take two tablets and don't take more... I will rush back tomorrow morning... ...."

After Qiao Lan hung up the phone, she hurriedly put away the medicine bottle, went to the bathroom, soaked the towel in hot water, twisted it until it was half dry, and then came back again, reaching out to pull the quilt away.

Tan Mo, who was still in pain after taking the painkillers, was distracted when Qiao Lan lifted the quilt. He grabbed the quilt tightly and refused to let her see it.

"Let go of Tan Mo." Qiao Lan grabbed his hand, "Your leg needs a hot compress."

"No", Tan Mo couldn't listen to it, and he didn't want to listen. He knew what Qiao Lan was going to do, and every time his leg hurt, Uncle Chen would help him with hot compresses and massage. Tan Mo never thought that what Uncle Chen did was good, but When Qiao Lan lifted the quilt, Tan Mo had only one thought in his mind, and he couldn't let Qiao Lan see it.

He didn't want Qiao Lan to see such ugly scars and abnormal legs.

He wanted to push away Qiao Lan's hand, raised his head to look at Qiao Lan's eyes, he was distracted and begged, "Don't look", the boy's always steady voice was trembling because of the pain and embarrassment, "Don't look ...very ugly..."

"It's not ugly, Tan Mo." Qiao Lan grabbed the boy's trembling hand, her voice was softer than ever before, as if a slightly louder voice would frighten this frail boy, "Really, it's not ugly at all, let it go, okay?" Alright, Mo Mo, be obedient and take your hands away."

Little by little, he opened Tan Mo's fingers, and removed the hand that was tightly grasped on the quilt. The quilt was lifted again, and the pale skin and hideous scars were exposed in front of his eyes again.

Qiao Lan covered Tan Mo's trembling calf with a warm towel.

"Is it hot?" Qiao Lan held the towel in her hand. It didn't feel very hot, but she was afraid that Tan Mo would be too sensitive to temperature.

Tan Mo sat stiffly and helplessly on the bed, watching Qiao Lan's hands covering his calves with a towel, and after a long while, he said in a low voice, "I don't know, I can't feel it."

He didn't know if it was hot or not.

Not only could he not feel the warmth of the towel, but he also could not feel the strength of Qiao Lan's hands covering his legs.

He could only feel a burst of nerve-wrecking pain.

What Tan Mo said was very natural, but Qiao Lan felt unspeakable pain in his heart. Then he remembered that Chen Bo had just said on the phone that Tan Mo had no sensation below his knees.

He can't feel the temperature and strength, but he can feel the nerve pain, right? If the nerve hurts, does it mean that it is not irrecoverable?

The towel quickly cooled down. Qiao Lan went to the bathroom to re-soak in hot water. After going 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 prolonged exposure. It got hotter and became redder.

Tan Mo sat motionless, watching Qiao Lan help him stretch his legs over and over again, very serious and focused.

She seems to be really... not afraid, and doesn't feel ugly...

The effect of the medicine gradually increased, and he finally felt less pain. There was still no sense of touch on his calf, but perhaps it was a psychological effect, but Tan Mo seemed to be able to feel the strength of his hands pressing on his calf. He stared at Qiao motionlessly. Lan's hand, watching her remove the towel for the last time, landed gently on the scar after a while.

Tan Mo stepped back uncontrollably.

Joe

Lan hastily stopped, "I'm sorry", she said, but then said softly, "...how did this scar come from, was it left from the car accident?"

"No", Tan Mo couldn't help but wanted to cover his legs with the quilt again, but Qiao Lan didn't put the towel through this time, and pressed his hands directly on his legs, Tan Mo was so frightened that he didn't dare to move.

Chen Bo said that it is best to massage after the hot compress. Qiao Lan is not very good at it, but a little pinching is always good.

"Did that... someone else hurt it?"

"No", Tan Mo's whole body was tense again, and his hands were tightly clenched together on both sides of his body.

"I made it myself."

Qiao Lan's hand that was massaging suddenly froze.

I made it myself...

self harm...

It was only then that Qiao Lan remembered vaguely that there seemed to be a sentence in the book that Tan Mo suffered from severe post-traumatic stress disorder after the car accident and had committed self-harm.

The scar on the leg is the trace left over from that time.

Qiao Lan's eyes couldn't help but feel a little sour, especially looking at the scar at such a close distance. What kind of pain did Tan Mo, a person with such a dull emotion, go through to develop post-traumatic stress disorder and stab the knife on the leg.

Wanting to reach out to touch it, but afraid of Tan Mo's pain, Qiao Lan retracted her hand again, carefully avoiding the scar, and started massaging again.

"I just saw that the bottle of medicine relieves nerve pain, Tan Mo, the nerves are still responding, can your legs still be cured?"

Tan Mo was silent again.

This is his reaction when he doesn't want to talk.

Qiao Lan had known him for nearly a year, and she could see the signs of his lying, and she could vaguely recognize what he meant when he was silent. Tan Mo's leg might really be curable.

"Why didn't Nengzhi go?"

Because you can't go, and you shouldn't go.

A person who should not have been born, a person who should have died in that car accident, but survived by accident, and a person who should not have died in that car accident.

The defective product is still alive in the world, but the mother who has been troubled for half of her life because of this defective product has left forever because of him.

He will always remember his grandmother telling him that he has been a drag on his mother since he was born. He has dragged her down for more than ten years, and even killed her in the end.

He didn't want to live, but he had to live because of his mother's last words, but these legs, the legs that were disabled in that car accident, since they were already disabled, let them be disabled forever.

Qiao Lan finally waited for Tan Mo's answer, but she couldn't understand the meaning of the answer, Tan Mo said.

He deserves it.

He wanted to push Qiao Lan's hand away and tell her not to waste time on these legs, but he didn't say anything after all, and he was a little reluctant to do so.

He couldn't feel the strength, but he still missed this feeling.

As time passed, the young man was exhausted from the pain just now, and finally slowly closed his eyes. Qiao Lan carefully covered Tan Mo with the quilt again, and sat on the edge of the bed, watching the young man's pale but delicate face.

The brows that had never been wrinkled before, were slightly frowned in sleep.

Even sleeping seemed tormented.

Qiao Lan stretched out her hand, pressed gently on the young man's eyebrows, and slowly pushed away the frowning brows.

At eight o'clock the next morning, Uncle Chen hurried back.

After receiving Qiao Lan's call last night, I couldn't sleep anymore. Finally, I drove back when it was dawn.

Tan Mo was too tired last night and hadn't gotten up yet. Qiao Lan had been up for half an hour and was packing the breakfast that the nutritionist brought.

Uncle Chen quietly opened Tan Mo's holiday door, walked in and backed out silently, and looked back at Qiao Lan who was dazed and didn't know what he was thinking.

After calling Qiao Lan in a low voice, Qiao Lan came back to her senses, brought out her breakfast, sat on the other side of the dining table, and said after a while, "Uncle Chen, Tan Mo's leg can actually be cured."

Chen Bo was silent for a while before he said, "It can be cured, but it is very difficult. The success rate is less than 20%, and the treatment process...is very painful. The most important thing is..."

"It's Tan Mo who doesn't want to cure himself."

Chen Bo was stunned, stared at Qiao Lan for a long time, nodded sadly, "Yes, he doesn't want to be treated 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 feeling, and she didn't know what to do. She always thought that Asper The personality disorder was already very serious, but what was even more serious was Tan Mo's extreme and deep-rooted thoughts.

At 9:30 in the morning, Tan Mo finally woke up. Sitting in a wheelchair, he looked at the girl whose back was facing him. He had just woken up and was still awake. He suddenly remembered that Qiao Lan had taken care of him for half the night last night. Massage him with your hands.

The boy's entire back straightened suddenly.

Qiao Lan turned her head when she heard the movement. Tan Mo had just woken up, and his soft hair hadn't been cleaned yet.

Qiao Lan suddenly smiled.

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. Tan Mo subconsciously wanted to return the same expression to Qiao Lan.

But he didn't know how to smile, his facial muscles seemed to be out of control, and he still had that weird and funny look in the end.

Qiao Lan clapped her hands and walked over, looked at the boy and said, "I think

What are you going to do today, Tan Mo, let me teach you how to recognize facial expressions and how to smile. "

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