On Path of Distraction Chapter 5

Caleb Shi looked at the hand that was stretched out towards him for a while, but did not move.

In fact, most of the time, not only his father, but Caleb Shi himself felt that he was the one who had a lot of trouble.

He doesn’t talk, is difficult to get along with, doesn’t let people move things, can’t sleep if you move him, and won’t let anyone touch him.

It doesn't look like it's welcome.

It's not like he hasn't changed. Hayden Cheng has a say in this matter more than anyone else. More than half a year has passed, and the half-baked psychiatrist still remembers the ancestor who shook his hand and then went to the bathroom for 20 minutes.

Every time I bring it up, I can talk about it for a long time.

She was extremely hurt and her professional confidence was greatly affected. It seemed that she really wanted to ask him for some compensation for mental damage.

Caleb Shi sighed and lowered his gaze.

Before he could try to overcome the obstacle and shake hands, the discomfort in his body reacted before his consciousness.

Stuffy and short of breath.

The thing blocking my chest started to push up again.

He said nothing, but closed his eyes and tried to think of how to change the subject in a less provocative way.

Blake Lin withdrew his hand.

He actually didn't know much about the living conditions of good students. He touched his head, looked down at the two large suitcases and the backpack on top that might have contained all the books for three years of high school, and guessed: "Is it stretched?"

This question was a bit abrupt and Caleb Shi didn't react immediately.

Blake Lin pointed at his right arm which he was not prepared to move.

Caleb Shi lowered his head and glanced under the bed, then he remembered that he had just carried this pile of things along with the sheets, quilt covers and washbasin to the seventh floor where there was no elevator.

...

also.

Anyway, it was a reason, so Caleb Shi withdrew his gaze and nodded.

Maybe he was really feeling sleepy and some thoughts flashed through his mind and then passed away. Lao Wan’s kind instructions before he left did not arouse any extra vigilance.

Blake Lin was very curious, so he came around and took a look at his arm: "Does it hurt? Is it sore? Can't you lift it up or are you weak?"

Caleb Shi didn't know whether it was painful or sore. Seeing the other person's serious expression, he randomly chose one: "I can't lift it up."

Blake Lin: "It's almost like finishing a deadlift?"

"Um."

"Will it turn blue or purple?"

"No."

"Does it hurt when you press it?"

"pain."

"Do you need hot compress? Do your hands shake?"

...

I also had a bit of a headache.

Before coming to the dormitory, there was a sincere reminder placed in front of him.

Finally, he understood why Teacher Ethan had gone through so much preparation and specifically raised this point with him. Caleb Shi pressed his forehead, rubbed it twice, and seriously considered whether he should pretend to faint on the spot in front of his new roommate.

Fortunately, his new roommate seemed to have his curiosity satisfied for the time being. Seeing that he had shut up, he stopped nagging him, got down from his bed and desk, and went back to his own end.

Caleb Shi originally wanted to just lie back down, but after moving his arms, he suddenly remembered the excuse he had made for going down the slope.

...

If I had known earlier, I shouldn't have chosen "用不了劲儿" because of the extra erhua sounds and the fact that I couldn't lift it.

He couldn't slap himself in the face right after answering the question, so Caleb Shi stayed in the original position for a long time, and finally made up his mind, closed his eyes, and professionally relaxed his left arm.

Hearing the sudden thud of something hitting the bed behind him, the bell on the zipper of Blake Lin's schoolbag stopped ringing for a moment.

I don’t know whether the design of the upper bunk is reasonable or not. From this angle, you can’t even see your shadow when you lie down.

Blake Lin took off his glasses and took two cautious steps forward: "Caleb Shi?"

Caleb Shi: "Alive."

"Oh." Blake Lin breathed a sigh of relief, "Are you eating?"

Caleb Shi felt that this was a trap.

Once he answers, he may face a series of questions such as "Do you like steamed buns or rice?", "Do you prefer two taels or one pound of rice?", "Do you prefer soft or hard?", "Wuchang rice or Thai fraGrant Yuan rice?"

If this continues, Caleb Shi feels that his sentence shortening ability and patience will probably be improved to a higher level in the coming year by his enthusiastic roommates.

He closed his eyes and stopped cooperating with his roommate who might be a naughty blue cat turned into a spirit, and buried himself in the cotton pillow that was too soft.

Only one side of the earphone was taken off, while the other was still in my ear, and there was no sound at all.

I don’t know whether Hayden Cheng hung up the phone or was so shocked that he couldn’t say a word.

Blake Lin held the phone in his hand, changed his perspective, and tried to call him again.

No response.

The curtains were mostly drawn, and light slanted down. A figure was half-curled up on the bed, not moving at all.

Probably fell asleep.

Blake Lin breathed a sigh of relief, put away his phone, smoothed his hair, and picked up his schoolbag.

Halfway through the swing, he remembered that his roommate might be a little nerd who was not good at talking, so he stopped himself in time and gently put it on his shoulder.

Caleb Shi was lying on the bed and heard him walking back and forth twice.

The footsteps were not loud. When they reached the window, there was a rustling sound and the light outside my closed eyelids suddenly dimmed.

The dormitory was new, and the door hinges were not oiled. When I opened and closed it, there was a sharp squeak.

The door lock clicked.

I knew there was someone outside the door. I heard footsteps approaching and there was a low-decibel noise in the corridor for a while.

...

Then it was completely quiet.

Caleb Shi opened his eyes.

The sunlight that could blind people's eyes just now was reduced to a narrow strip, squeezing in through the gap in the curtains with great effort.

The curtains distributed to the dormitory were extremely thin, and the light seeped through the gaps in the blue fabric, casting an unusually soft halo.

His new roommate even helped him draw the curtains before leaving.

Caleb Shi moved a little closer to the wall, resting his head on the arm that was said to be unable to move, and avoiding the wind from the air conditioner.

When a group of people came in, I don't know who grabbed the remote control and turned down the temperature a few degrees. I didn't pay attention to it at first, but now I feel it's a bit cold.

The duvet cover was not put on and was piled underneath with the quilt.

He was too lazy to bother with it and planned to clean it up at night. He probably couldn't stretch his arm down to reach it now.

Anyway, it's much better than being locked outside in the middle of winter with a bucket of water doused all over the place.

Caleb Shi turned over and bent his arms to cover his eyes.

Maybe it’s because this environment is quite different from the dormitory I used to live in, or maybe it’s because the question and answer session just now just consumed my last bit of energy.

He originally thought he would have to stay up a little longer, listen to some white noise, or simply couldn't get out of bed to get his medicine, but in the end, none of it was used.

It was like he slipped into an unfamiliar pond. Before he could react, he fell headfirst into it.

A rare deep sleepiness came over me.

This sleep was unusually deep.

Caleb Shi woke up, and he didn't even know whether he was asleep or fainted.

"Don't move." Hayden Cheng's voice sounded in time from the headset, "Your name is Caleb Shi, you are a person, you are a man, you are seventeen years old, you are on the upper bunk in your school dormitory, if you fall, you might really stretch your arm."

Caleb Shi really didn't want to listen to the meaningless nonsense at the beginning: "Do you have to start from the beginning every time?"

"This is convenient." Hayden Cheng said professionally, "Anyway, you never know how severe your patient's memory loss will be after he wakes up. I've even seen patients who woke up and thought they were airplanes and insisted on gliding down from the sixth floor."

...

Caleb Shi didn't intend to waste too much time with him on this topic. He propped himself up with his arms and glanced at his phone.

It didn't take as long as he had imagined. From the time he last became conscious to now, only more than two hours had passed.

I slept quite well, my chest didn't feel so stuffy anymore, and the annoyance and anxiety that had always been with me finally dissipated a lot.

I feel a little dizzy and my body feels a little sore.

It's not serious, it may be the sequelae of heat stroke.

Caleb Shi looked at his phone for a while, and suddenly realized the point: "You didn't hang up the phone for two hours?"

"We just got a pair of new Bluetooth headphones. I'm organizing medical records today, and wearing them won't interfere with my work."

Hayden Cheng was obviously moved by himself: "It doesn't matter, this is what a doctor does. Treating illnesses and saving lives, everything is for the patients, for all patients, everything for the patients..."

"Everything of yours." Caleb Shi said, "It's my phone bill."

...

Hayden Cheng was silent for a while on the other end of the phone, then changed his words: "For 90% of the patients..."

Caleb Shi pressed his forehead.

His fault.

I shouldn't have called Hayden Cheng in the first place.

Vaguely feeling that the dormitory was a little different from before, Caleb Shi did not disturb the half-baked psychologist's self-admiration, but sat up and looked around.

There has indeed been some changes.

I don't know when the little red light on the water dispenser went out.

The curtains were piled carelessly on the windowsill, pressed down by two bulky dictionaries, completely blocking out the last bit of light.

I don't know when the air conditioner was turned back on. The air outlets were evenly distributed from top to bottom, blowing out air slowly and warmly.

"Except for the last time you fainted, I've never seen you sleep so deeply."

Organizing medical records was too boring, so Hayden Cheng was idle enough to listen to the whole process and relayed it to him: "Your roommate came back and brought two people with him. It seemed that he wanted to take something from the sports team."

Caleb Shi couldn't help but frowned: "I'm not awake?"

"It's hard to say. You didn't even chat with me when you woke up." Hayden Cheng said, "Did you hear me calling you grandson?"

... Caleb Shi: "No."

"Then you didn't wake up." Hayden Cheng was quite confident and continued, "He asked the two men to wait for him outside. He walked around your bed twice and I don't know what he did."

Caleb Shi's chest suddenly felt heavy and he sat up.

He had no habit of letting anyone get close to him, especially when he was asleep and defenseless.

I originally thought the upper bunk would be better, but I didn’t expect my roommate to be so damn tall.

He can also dunk.

"Calm down. I think your roommate is a nice guy, so he should be fine."

Hayden Cheng knew that he minded this and felt a little regretful. He quickly comforted him on the other end: "Close your eyes now, take a deep breath, and imagine yourself in --- Forget it, don't think about anything, just follow me and adjust your breathing first."

He was in working order and on high alert. After counting a few numbers, he didn't hear any movement from Caleb Shi on the other side.

Hayden Cheng was a little worried and tried to call him, "Caleb Shi? Are you okay?"

... Caleb Shi sat on the bed, "It's okay."

Hayden Cheng breathed a sigh of relief: "What are you looking at? Did your roommate do anything? I think he is very considerate..."

"That's very thoughtful."

Caleb Shi felt that he had no emotions now: "He put the towel over my B*tt."