Ryan was awakened by the stabbing pain on his head. He opened his eyes and saw white hair everywhere. He was lying on the hospital bed with glucose solution. Ervin was lying beside his pillow, pinching his white hair with his fingernails and pulling it out. Because of Chachaer's matter, he had white hair in just a few days. Ervin didn't see it last night. When he saw it in the morning, he didn't say he felt sorry or sighed. He stared at him and pulled out his hair for an hour. Ervin's eyesight has never been very good, and his hands and feet are frizzy. The pulled hair was lined up on the edge of the bed, and three out of ten were black.
Ryan tilted his head: "If you pull it out again, you'll be bald."
Ervin stared at his head, obviously still unsatisfied.
Ryan rarely got sick, and he was unhappy, so he made trouble everywhere. Sometimes he said his hand was cold and asked Ervin to cover it for him; sometimes he was thirsty and wanted to drink orange juice. Ervin pushed him, and he had no choice but to accept it. He worked hard and did the errand for a long time, but finally got annoyed and said angrily: "Go, go, go back and ask your wife to serve you!" After scolding him, he didn't intend to let him go back. He pressed him on the bed and stroked his eyelids to make him close his eyes: "Sleep for a while! You want this and that! Do you want to be beaten?"
Ryan said, "Watch carefully and don't let air get into the tube. Why hasn't Old Ge come back yet?" He suddenly opened his eyes again and said, "Stop pulling my hair!"
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