时针指向了12点。寒意直侵骨髓。暗淡的夜空中,几颗星星零碎地散开着,闪着微弱的光芒。手术室里,弥漫着令人窒息的气味。注射器的针头缓缓地扎进老许的血管里。他哆嗦了一下。一阵阵疼痛漫过肚皮,老许微微皱了皱眉头,然后又昏睡过去,两行浊泪慢慢溢出了眼角…… Hour hand points to 12 o’clock. Chill invasion of bone marrow. In the darkest night sky, a few stars scatter together in a faint light. The operating room, filled with suffocating smell. Syringe needle slowly into the old blood vessels. He shivered a bit. Bursts of pain over the belly, Xu slightly frowned, and then lethargy in the past, two lines of tears slowly overflowing the corner of his eye ... ...