与她幼小的躯体形成强烈反差的,是一根根插在其上的塑料软管。颜色各异的液体通向那些管道,在她的身体中上演一次又一次的轮回。一股冰冷从她纤细手背上的粗大针管混入静脉血液,巨大的呼吸罩削弱了她不知第几次的声嘶力竭的沙哑哭声。办法都用尽了,各式射线将她洗礼了无数次。毫无效果,何况病人的心理状态还每况愈下。哭闹得倦了,药水还是以不变的频率滴答作响。 In sharp contrast to her young body, it is a plastic hose inserted over it. Different colors of liquid leading to those pipes, staged in her body time and time again. A cold from the slender needle on her slender hand mixed with venous blood, a huge breathing mask weaken she did not know how many hoarse hoarse cries. The methods are exhausted, all kinds of rays will be her baptism countless times. No effect, not to mention the patient’s mental state is deteriorating. Crying tired, syrup or ticking at a constant frequency.