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In the hospital corridor, Shi Qing comfortably leaned on Meng Qing, playing with his hand.
Meng Qing's face was not very good-looking.
Shi Qing grabbed his hand and slowly touched the fingertips along the light-colored palm lines. When playing with the soft finger pulp, the young Taoist priest who was not used to being so close to people subconsciously pulled his hand back.
"We signed a contract, you want to break the contract."
There seemed to be a smile in the devil's pleasant voice, Meng Qing's handsome face was full of dissatisfaction, he lowered his eyes, and looked at Shi Qing with raised eyebrows.
"You lied to me."
"The contract you signed with Chen Zeyu is obviously not a lifespan, and you lied to me and said it was."
Shi Qing didn't feel embarrassed at all, and held the Taoist priest's hand even more cheekily: "Didn't you say it? I'm a devil, have you ever seen a devil so sincere that he doesn't tell lies?"
Meng Qing turned his head angrily, seeing nothing.
The Demon King still didn't let him go: "I didn't lie to you when I signed the contract."
"I only said that if you exchange with me, I will give you the contract with Chen Zeyu, and his things will be returned, but I didn't say that this thing must be life."
Meng Qing: "You said that one year's lifespan was obtained."
"yes."
Shi Qing's eyes were full of charm, his eyes were raised, and he leaned on the Taoist priest as if he had no bones:
"I only said one year of life expectancy, but I didn't say that it was Chen Zeyu's one-year life expectancy."
"Little Taoist priest, figure it out, it's your own misunderstanding."
Meng Qing was silent.
He didn't speak, of course he didn't know how to refute it.
Moreover, the young Daoist had a little doubt in his heart.
Shi Qingming said before that he wanted to change his lifespan, but in the end, it was tears.
A speculative flashed in his heart, could it be that Shi Qing also saw them as pitiful...
No no no.
How could the devil change the rules of exchange because of sympathy for others.
He actually has such an idea, it's really funny, and he's still bewitched by this devil.
Meng Qing woke up in her heart, closed her eyes quickly, and began to recite the Tao Te Ching silently in her heart, trying to stop answering Shi Qing.
He ignored him, and Shi Qing was leaning on his shoulder and talking to himself.
"Little Taoist priest, I'll take you to see the fireworks tomorrow."
"Fireworks are not allowed in this city. I like fireworks the most. I haven't seen them here since there was a fireworks purchase restriction order."
"Little Taoist priest, are you really ignoring me?"
Shi Qing poked at him, seeing that Meng Qing didn't respond, he softened his voice:
"Well, I just want to tease you, don't be angry."
"Little Taoist, little Taoist?"
"Don't ignore me, I'm boring by myself."
Saying that, the Demon King stretched out his white hands, landed on the handsome face of the young Daoist, and smashed his face to his side.
Meng Qing closed her eyes and turned her face back silently while reciting "The Tao Te Ching" in her heart.
"Really angry?"
Shi Qing stopped tossing, he rested his head on Meng Qing's shoulder, and his tone was low:
"I just want to play with you."
"Hey, you cultivators, you should know that there are two kinds of qi in the world, one is turbid qi and the other is clear qi."
Of course Meng Qing knew it.
But he just doesn't open his eyes and doesn't speak.
Shi Qing: "Did your master tell you that the devil I am is turbid qi."
Meng Qing: "???"
His heart was filled with question marks, and he almost opened his eyes.
Fortunately, before he opened it, he remembered that he had made up his mind to ignore this devil, and forced himself to keep closing his eyes, with an autistic look of "no matter what you say, I will ignore you".
Shi Qing showed sadness on his face, and rubbed the young Taoist priest's clothes with his own face.
His voice was low and hoarse:
"The turbid qi is produced by various negative thoughts of human beings. The more people have resentment in their hearts, the more turbid qi in this world will be. When there is too much, I will be born."
"You always say that I am a devil, that I am a monster, that I am a disaster for the world, is that what I think?"
Meng Qing felt that the demon king beside him seemed to rub his face on his shoulder, and rubbed out a little moisturizing.
His closed eyelashes kept trembling, and he felt a little ashamed and guilty in his heart.
The Demon King snorted: "As soon as I was born, my body was filled with the negative energy of the whole world. You are righteous, and when you see me, you shout and kill, no one teaches me how to behave, and I have no parents, so I can only rely on energy. Alive, when I was first born, I didn't understand anything, you didn't teach me, and now I'm surviving in a daze, yet you call me a monster."
Meng Qing's eyelashes trembled even more, and she couldn't recite the Tao Te Ching in her heart.
"Especially you, I just knew that you were my destiny, and I was happy, so I came to see you, and as soon as you met, you threw a spell at me."
Meng Qing tried her best to close her eyes and explained anxiously: "Pin Dao didn't do it on purpose, it's just that you don't have a heartbeat, so..."
The Demon King's soft and tender hands that didn't match his aura suddenly pulled his hand and brought him onto his clothes;
"Do you feel it? Heartbeat."
"My heart will beat only after I meet my destiny marriage, I have been alone for so many years, lonely for so many years, as soon as I find out that you are my destiny marriage, I can't wait to come to you with joy , but you are always cold to me, ignoring me at every turn, and calling me a monster."
Meng Qing felt the powerful heartbeat under his palm, and only felt that along with the heartbeat of the Demon King, his own heart beat with excitement.
His Adam's apple rolled up and down, a handsome face with closed eyes, and small beads of sweat had leaked out of his forehead, and there was Shi Qing's low hoarse voice in his ears.
"I just want you to accompany me. You blame me for lying to you, but the two of us should be a natural couple. If you didn't ignore me first and refuse to hold my hand, what would I lie to you for?"
"Think about it carefully, since we met, when have I ever hurt you, but it was you who spoke ill of me, sprinkled spells on me, and wanted to kill me with a sword."
The young Taoist priest was overwhelmed by a huge sense of guilt.
Yes, he has only heard of the devil, but no one has ever paid attention to it. Where does this devil come from, does he have parents, and is there any education.
If it's really like what Shi Qing said, he was raised by nature, then his temperament is crooked, and it's a matter of course.
After he figured it out, the young Taoist chief swallowed nervously and said, "I didn't mean it at the time, I thought you were uneasy and kind."
Shi Qing's voice was even more aggrieved: "If I'm really uneasy and kind, you are a 20-year-old Taoist priest, I can let you go to the underworld in your sleep, why bother with you."
Yes, Shi Qing is the Demon King.
Even his master couldn't beat him. If he really wanted to do something to him, why would he have to talk to him so nicely.
Thinking of this, I feel even more guilty.
Young Dao's long eyelashes trembled: "I'm sorry, it was my fault, I'll never do this to you next time."
He was about to open his eyes, but he blocked it faster than the Demon King reached out.
"Don't look at me, it's a shame!"
Probably because he was afraid that he would see the Demon King crying.
Meng Qing quickly closed his eyes obediently: "Pindao don't look at it."
Shi Qing: "Hey, do you really know you're wrong?"
The young Daoist nodded with his eyes closed: "Pin Dao knows."
Shi Qing: "Just know that you are wrong. Watch the fireworks with me tonight, whether you agree or not."
Meng Qing continued to nod; "I promise."
The Demon King leaning on his shoulder seemed to be crying again, and his shoulders were even more wet from the tears.
The heart of the young Taoist became more and more difficult.
He just promised a firework, but the Demon King was moved to tears, which shows how his life was like before.
Shi Qing was still saying, "I still want to eat Litang's cake tomorrow, you accompany me."
Meng Qing nodded: "Okay."
"And you don't always speak coldly to me in the future. You have to accompany me from time to time and take the initiative to hold my hand. We are a marriage of destiny, no matter how much you don't want it, you can't change it."
The young Daoist priest, who had happily agreed just now, hesitated.
He faltered and said, "But Pindao is a Taoist priest."
The Demon King, who was leaning on his shoulder, cried again.
Her shoulders felt a touch of wetness, and Meng Qing inexplicably raised some pity in her heart.
Shi Qing said in a low voice, "I know that you are a Taoist priest, and I am a demon heretic, so you should not like me, even if I try to please you, you will not like me, but I don't want to, either. This is how I was born, if you give me a chance, I also want to grow up with you in the halal concept, and I also want you to like me."
"No no no! No! That's not what I meant!"
Meng Qing was in a hurry and explained repeatedly: "I just stick to the Tao, and it has nothing to do with your identity."
"Okay, don't lie to me, it's not that you Muslim Taoist priests can't marry, you are devoted to the Tao and there is no conflict with me."
"I know, you're just looking for an excuse to reject me. I'm like this, and you don't look down on me."
Meng Qing was a little stunned, anxious and didn't know what to do. He was always stupid, so he could only explain in a hurry:
"It's not what you think, really, I don't look down on you."
Shi Qing: "You don't like me, you just like me?"
Meng Qing was even more confused: "I, I..."
The Demon King's voice fell again: "So you really don't look down on me, forget it, I shouldn't force it, I should die alone, and I'm leaving."
He left Meng Qing's shoulder.
The young Taoist priest's mind was blank, he closed his eyes subconsciously, and reached out his hand to grab Shi Qingyi's hem according to the sound.
"I like you!"
Saying this, Meng Qing's heartbeat seemed to stop jumping, her face quickly turned red, and her eyelashes trembled as if she was playing the piano.
The air seemed to be quiet.
After a while, Meng Qing felt that her hand was grasped by the soft hand of the Demon King.
The Demon King should still maintain a standing posture, and with uncontrollable joy in his tone, he asked softly:
"You didn't lie to me?"
Meng Qing's face was flushed and hot.
He wanted to open his eyes, and remembered that Shi Qing would not let him open his eyes just now, so he could only close his eyes and face Shi Qing.
"Pindao never lies."
Demon King: "I don't believe it, you clearly hate me, and you don't want to hold your hand if I want to."
"Yes, I will."
The young Taoist priest quickly clenched his hand, blushing almost bleeding, and asked softly, "Do you believe it now?"
Shi Qing: "No, what if you regret it?"
"Will not."
Meng Qing endured the shame and closed his eyes and said, "The Taoist is a promise."
"That's still not safe."
Shi Qing waved his hand and dropped a contract in front of Meng Qing; "Open your eyes, sign it, and I will believe you."
Meng Qing slowly opened his eyes and looked at the paper contract in front of him.
It is indeed almost the same as the previous requirements of Shiqing.
He took the pen hanging on the side and signed his name seriously.
After signing it, watching this contract slowly disappear, he breathed a sigh of relief, but also with a little melancholy, and Jisi's inexplicable embarrassment and joy.
"It's almost there."
Listening to Shi Qing's satisfied voice, Meng Qing endured her shyness and raised her eyes with a blushing face to look at the remaining Demon King, trying to wipe away his tears.
When he looked up, he was stunned.
The Demon King's white face was clean, and he was looking at him with a cone in his hand.
Seeing his unbelievable eyes looking over, Shi Qing |licked|licked|licked the cone, and raised her eyebrows on her face with no trace of crying:
"What are you doing with this eye?"
"you you… "
The young Taoist priest was a little stunned, he asked, "You didn't cry?"
"cry?"
The devil snorted coldly: "Joke, how could I cry, my dignified devil."
"But I clearly felt tears..." Meng Qing looked down at her shoulder in confusion, but saw that it was stained with a bit of ice cream that had not yet melted.
Meng Qing: "???"
Meng Qing: "..."
Shi Qing sat beside him generously, looking at the ice cream;
"Maybe I accidentally rubbed it just now."
Saying that, the Demon King turned slightly, opened his mouth to take the ice cream into his mouth, and slowly let them melt in his mouth.
Meng Qing: "..."
He stiffened and didn't even dare to breathe. It wasn't until he felt the softness leave, that his chest began to rise and fall violently due to his vigorous breathing.
"you you… "
"What's wrong with me?"
Shi Qing reminded him: "You signed the contract just now, you can't go back."
Meng Qing; "… "
His beautiful eyes were full of daze and bewilderment.
"You are shameless!"
The Demon King shrugged: "I didn't force you to sign it. You love me, why are you scolding me?"
Saying that, he comfortably leaned on Meng Qing's shoulder again, and handed the cone to the mouth of the young Taoist priest:
"Try it, it's delicious."
Seeing that Meng Qing didn't move, he patted Dao Chang's handsome face: "Okay, don't be angry, eat quickly, eat and do business."
The young Dao Chang gave the Demon King a hateful look, opened his mouth and bit the cone in front of him viciously.
Well…
He chewed and swallowed a few times, then took another bite.
so delicious...
***
"Ghost doctor, have you heard of it?"
After eating this cone, Shi Qing got two cones. He and Meng Qing each sat on the bench and ate cones together.
Shi Qing ate first, took out a handkerchief and handed it to Meng Qing.
Meng Qing angrily held a handkerchief to help him wipe the corners of his mouth: "I have seen it in Master's book, and ghost doctors are actually no different from other wandering souls."
"It's still different."
When Meng Qing wiped him clean, Shi Qing probed over again, snorted, took a bite of his ice cream, and while eating, raised his head and let the young Taoist continue to wipe the corners of his mouth.
"At least the ghost doctor I found is very different."
"Oh, right, Miran's body is in the morgue downstairs, I won't give him a break, you'll give him a break, after all, it's suicide, and there's a bit of resentment on your body. Better off."
Meng Qing held the handkerchief for a while, and looked at Shi Qing for a while.
He had always repelled Shi Qing before, but now he looked carefully and found that the Demon King's appearance was indeed outstanding. Looking at it, his face was a little red unconsciously:
"I didn't expect you to be so kind."
"Go! Go! Go!"
The Demon King pushed him: "I call this after-sales service."
The young Taoist priest was sitting at the outermost position, and he was in a trance just now when he was watching, and he was so gently pushed that he fell off the chair unexpectedly.
It doesn't hurt, but it's a little awkward.
"Are you OK?"
A young doctor passing by saw him fall, and quickly helped Meng Qing to get up.
"it's okay no problem."
Meng Qing shook his head embarrassedly. He has learned Taoism since he was a child. It stands to reason that the next plate should be very stable. If he hadn't cleared out when he was watching, he wouldn't have been pushed to the ground.
Shi Qing also followed, "Thank you, doctor."
The young doctor smiled: "It's okay."
"Hey doctor." Seeing that he was about to leave, the Demon King stopped him: "Excuse me, how do I get to the morgue?"
"Go straight this way, turn left into the elevator, and go downstairs one floor down."
The doctor pointed at the road with a good temper, "This is surgery."
"Okay, thank you doctor."
Shi Qing dragged Meng Qing to the path pointed by the doctor. The young Taoist was dragged by him, and he couldn't help but look back while he was embarrassed.
Then, the Demon King turned his head back towards him.
"Look at what he does, I'm your lover, look at me."
Meng Qing's face turned red again.
He carefully looked at the patients, nurses and doctors passing by and whispered, "Don't say such things so loudly, people will not hear you well."
"It's uncertain whether they can hear it or not."
After entering the elevator, the Demon King yawned and leaned on the shoulder of the young Taoist priest: "Hey, have you been to the ghost world?"
"No."
Meng Qing: "Isn't the ghost world only the ghosts can go? If the living people go, they will be pulled into the river of death."
"Listen to their nonsense."
The devil snorted coldly: "The ghost world, as long as people who are stronger than the king of hell can go there, whether it's your righteous way or our evil demons, they are better than him, and there is no problem with seven in and seven out."
"But..." Shi Qing leaned on his shoulder, raised his eyes slightly, and smiled slowly: "I prefer you to enter seven times and exit seven times."
Meng Qing's face was blank.
"Forget it, let's get down to business."
Shi Qing: "Do you know why the boss of the ghost world is called the King of Hell, and the judge Meng Po or something? Because at the beginning, the roots of the ghost world were messy and no one cared about it. Later, there was a ghost, the King of Hell, who cultivated the way of ghosts. Integrate the entire ghost world."
"This ghost directly copied the setting of the Hall of Kings of Hell in Huaguo, proclaimed himself the King of Hell, and appointed the judge Meng Po Guicha, etc., etc., and so on, the ghost world has completely turned into a reincarnation place."
Meng Qing had never heard of such a thing, he always thought that the ghost world existed from the beginning.
Shi Qing: "As for the ghost world, there is nothing else, but the dead river is really beautiful. Every soul who has just entered the ghost world must walk over the dead river, and their souls will emit all kinds of light. It's like a bridge of light."
"I heard that if there is love | if people walk across the bridge hand in hand, they will be together in the next life."
Seeing that Meng Qing still didn't understand, the devil took his hand, pulled it up and put it in front of the two of them, and raised his eyebrows: "I will go to the ghost world with me today, and I will hold hands with you to cross the river of death."
Meng Qing: "... This is not good, we are not souls after all, we will break the rules of the ghost world."
"The last time I went to the ghost world, the King of Hell said the same thing." Shi Qing showed a kind smile at the young Taoist priest: "After he beat him up, he never said that again."
Meng Qing: "..."
He silently shut up.
-Ding!
The elevator door opened.
The two went out holding hands, and Shi Qing asked abruptly, "Do you remember the name of the sign on the doctor's clothes just now?"
Meng Qing has a good memory, otherwise he would not be able to detach himself from all the brothers and sisters.
He closed his eyes and searched for the memory just now in his mind.
"Zhang Haixiang."
"His name is Zhang Haixiang."
***
Zhang Haixiang is a very ordinary doctor.
His family can also be regarded as a family of doctors. It is said that his great-grandfather is a barefoot doctor, his grandfather is a doctor in the village, and his father is also a doctor.
When he was a child, he always watched his father busy. His grandfather, who was retired at the time, brought him up and told him that he should never be a doctor when he grew up.
Zhang's father also said the same, although he himself refused to listen to his father's persuasion and insisted on becoming a doctor.
But Zhang Haixiang still applied for medical school.
I don't know if it was because he was nurtured by the bookcase full of medical books, or because when his father had a car accident, Zhang Haixiang was still a teenage student.
Then, the door of the operating room opened, and the doctor in a white coat came out and told him that his father was not in danger for the time being.
At that moment, the doctor's body seemed to be glowing.
Despite the objections of his family, Zhang Haixiang enrolled in medical school. Even though everyone was saying at the time, "To persuade people to study medicine, the sky will be struck by thunder", he is still fearless.
There are many problems in studying medicine, more and more medical troubles, books that can never be read, busy and unstoppable, working for more than ten hours in a row, just got on the bed and didn't sleep for a while, a phone call came. Going back to work.
These parents all made it clear when he decided to enroll in medical school.
Zhang Haixiang still reported.
He was still a little young and bloody at the time.
He thought, if I don't study medicine and everyone doesn't study medicine, then people are sick and injured, who will come
The life of a medical student is always busy, with books that cannot be read, key points that cannot be done, and exams that cannot be taken.
Get up earlier than chickens, sleep later than dogs, and work more than cows.
After I finally graduate, I have to go through a long internship period and become a full-fledged doctor after my internship.
Zhang Haixiang is a surgeon. He is actually less than thirty-five years old this year. He can be called young. His face is relatively small, but his hair has started to fall out.
If there is any major event, such as a serial car accident, a bus rollover, etc., rest does not exist in the eyes of the doctor.
Every day is very busy, every day is very tired.
But Zhang Haixiang was very happy.
He had an operation, he had saved many people, and every time he saved a person, watching the family of this person thank him gratefully, he felt warm and happy in his heart.
It's a life.
And he saved his life.
Not only his life, he also saved a family or two families.
Zhang Haixiang feels that as a doctor, his happiest moment is to take a vacation and save a life.
Although there are times when it can't be saved.
The person who was rescued after being rescued suddenly deteriorated, or left directly on the operating table.
He has been in the business for so many years, sending many patients away and saving more patients.
The more time passed, the less he regretted being a doctor.
So many lives.
All he saved.
The only thing I feel sorry for is my parents.
He is married, his wife is a teacher, and now he has a five-year-old daughter, who is very good and looks forward to playing with him, but as a father, he spends too little time with her.
Zhang Haixiang has been saving up for vacation, and he plans to go on a trip with his family after he saves enough.
But first, he still has to get the job done.
I don't know what's going on these days. There are always many patients coming for stitches, one after another.
He pushed open a door with a clear goal all the way, and there was a young man with blood on his body screaming.
Zhang Haixiang checked it carefully, and showed a smile: "Okay, the knee needs stitches. I'll stitch it for you."
"Can you take anesthesia?"
"No fight, no fight."
The young man waved his hands again and again; "Doctor, I've been in pain for a long time, and I can't walk because of the pain, please."
"It's okay, we have a wheelchair here. You can rent one. It's okay to use a wheelchair if you can't walk because of the pain."
Zhang Haixiang's own operation, which was done meticulously and carefully, then got up:
"Okay, be careful not to see water these days. If it hurts, take painkillers. I'll prescribe it for you."
"Hey, thank you doctor."
The young man smiled gratefully, "This hurts me to death, I'm really unlucky, even if a good truck overturns, it still hurts me for so long."
"Doctor Zhang, thank you very much, eh, I'm so stupid, I searched for you for a long time before I found it, otherwise I would have left long ago."
them? Zhang Haixiang really thought that he was a little popular as a surgeon, he smiled:
"What are you thinking, even if I stitch you up, it will take some time for you to walk normally without pain."
The young man smiled and waved his hand: "I'm not still alive, I just need to sew the needles. I can be considered to be able to go, eh, I can't stand the pain any longer."
"But Dr. Zhang, I'll wait for you. You seem to be fast. You've helped me so much. I've been wandering here for so long, and the road is familiar. When you're well, I'll show you the way."
Zhang Haixiang felt that he understood every word the young man said, but when combined together, why couldn't he understand it
"What are you talking about?" he asked hesitantly.
"Eh?" The young man scratched his head: "Did I say something wrong? When I was looking for you just now, I found your body, and it seemed like it was about time."
"What? What body? What time?"
Zhang Haixiang took a step back in a daze, and suddenly there were hurried footsteps outside. He obviously only heard the footsteps, but he felt a burst of dullness.
He couldn't help pushing the door open, but saw his wife walking forward with her daughter in her arms, led by a familiar colleague.
As I walked, maybe I was in a hurry, and I stumbled on the ground all of a sudden.
"Eh! Sister-in-law!"
"Er!"
Zhang Haixiang stepped forward subconsciously to support her, but his hand fell over, but it flashed past his wife, as if he had touched the air.
He froze, looking at his hands in disbelief.
The five-year-old daughter was eating a lollipop in her mouth. Because she was well protected by her mother, she was fine. She was held by her mother and looked around curiously.
Turning his head and seeing Zhang Haixiang, he shouted happily:
"dad!"
With just that, the wife, who was barely able to maintain her calmness just now, collapsed instantly, and she just knelt on the ground with her daughter in her arms, crying bitterly.
The colleague next to her hurriedly comforted her; "Sister-in-law, don't cry for now. Dr. Zhang's situation has deteriorated and he is already rescuing, so he will be fine."
The wife shook her head, holding her daughter like a life-saving straw, struggling to get up with the help of her colleagues, and continued to stagger forward.
"Sister-in-law, this way."
Seeing that his colleague took his wife and daughter upstairs, Zhang Haixiang got up in a daze and looked down at his hand.
what happened…
He seemed to understand something in his heart, and subconsciously arrived in front of the elevator, the elevator door just closed, and Zhang Haixiang turned around and ran up the stairs.
He ran fast and in a hurry.
Finally ran to the operating room on the top floor.
When he ran up from the stairwell, he could just see himself lying on the bed with a pale face on a ventilator and being pushed into the operating room.
-Ding!
The elevator door opened, and Shi Qing and Meng Qing walked out from the inside, but the few people who came out behind them couldn't see them.
Shi Chiang Mai took Meng Qing to Zhang Haixiang with his long legs.
"Just him."
Zhang Haixiang trembled all over and slowly raised his head.
He looked at the man who had asked him the way before and said, "He, Zhang Haixiang, is overworked because he has been working for 15 consecutive hours."
"During the operation, he fell on the operating table. He was in a coma for almost half a month. He has been working as a ghost doctor. His life span is today."
"Thirty-five years old, cause of death: death from overwork."
The author has something to say: Seven thousand nine! ! !
There are still people outside today, the thank you list will be pushed to tomorrow, okay
Ah, I want to sigh, how can I be so hardworking
Some random little angels will send red envelopes, looking forward to your rhetoric today~
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