First there was a loud bang.
The sound was deafening, so close at hand. Qi Jin only remembered that he subconsciously raised his hand to block the source of the sound.
Then, there was a sudden sharp pain in the arm—
And then what
The fault of memory stayed for that second, and then it was pitch black, completely unaware of what happened.
Hearing is the first to be lost, and hearing is the first to be restored.
In the chaotic darkness, a sound similar to that of glass fragments being swept away by bits and pieces rang out in my ears, crisp and cold. At that time, the eyelids were barely able to open a slit, and it was impossible to tell which was up and which was down. The heaven and the earth seemed to be turned upside down, and the pale sunlight flashed and disappeared, passing through the cracks in the metal plate and hitting the forehead.
"Well… "
Qi Jin was dizzy, and cold sweat broke out from the tip of his nose one by one.
What really woke him up was the squeaking sound of his throat struggling to grab the air.
Not far away, I heard the heavy movement of cranes, the sharp whistle of ambulances, the metal sound of various stretchers bumping against each other, and the cries of people echoing in their ears one after another.
"There's another person in there!"
"There is a serious deformation of the vehicle there. The person may be in shock and there is no response. Be careful when you pry it open!"
vehicle
By the way... I'm on my way back from a business trip.
There is still more than half an hour away from the urban area, just passing a section of the road around the mountain, and encountering a high-density traffic flow before the National Day holiday. This section of the mountain road is very winding. It rained last night and the road was slippery.
Is there a car accident
Qi Jin looked in a trance, blinked her eyes hard, trying to move away from the two layers of twisted metal plates.
With just such a gentle effort, an extremely severe pain suddenly came from the front of the left arm, and it rushed through the bones in an instant, as if the heart was paralyzed by the pain, the blood flowed back, and the whole body spasmed. Qi Jin couldn't help whimpering, and her knees reflexively shrank up, hitting a broken seat in front of her. The shards of glass rolled down again.
"There is a noise inside!" The people outside seemed to hear the movement and hurriedly called for helpers to come over.
"Can the people inside hear? Can you answer?" In just a few seconds after the emergency team shouted, Qi Jin felt that the cold sweat oozing from the pain had soaked her neckline.
"I can hear..." He finally opened his mouth and responded with a prostration.
In this narrow space, a smell of rust permeates quietly. It was blood, I couldn't tell where it came from, and the smell was very strong.
It looks like there was a car accident.
The pain in the left hand should be broken. Hope it's not the crushing kind.
The impact of the accident was very strong, and the severe pain of the fracture may cause neurological shock, so I lost consciousness for a period of time. Fortunately, several of the colleagues accompanying him were all right, because he heard them outside anxiously inquiring about the emergency team.
"We're all from the provincial TV station!... Yes, yes, journalists!"
"The one inside is called Qi Jin. He is sitting on the collision surface. Our injuries are not in the way, but you must rescue him! Please!"
It was mixed with the sound of many people running around and the sound of machinery dismantling the hulls of scrapped vehicles.
It was a blessing in a misfortune not to die—Qi Jin exerted her optimism as much as possible, panting weakly and tilting her head to prevent the rescuers from inhaling dust and choking herself when they pryed open the carriage.
Because coughing at this time will inevitably affect the whole body, affecting the fractured part, it is difficult to guarantee that I will not let myself go into shock again in pain.
After being dug out of the car, Qi Jin glanced at the wreckage of the unit's minivan.
It is said that the collision was a large truck. The drivers on both sides turned the steering wheel urgently at that time, and the angle was tilted slightly, so that the tragedy of the car crash was not caused. However, the front of the truck still smashed the side of the body he was on, causing the whole car to rush off the road and turn halfway down the hill.
Looking back now, the degree of deformation of the car body is frightening.
"He fractured the upper arm of his left hand. There are cuts in other places, which need to be stopped and disinfected, but there is no serious problem." The doctor in charge of checking the injury confirmed his previous conjecture.
"The internal bleeding of the fracture is relatively serious, and it should be fixed as soon as possible and sent to the hospital for surgery."
"Prepare the splint! Quick!"
In order to temporarily restore the broken bone, the nurse gave him a little anesthesia. He couldn't move his whole body, but his eyes were not idle.
Looking around, in addition to a few colleagues who were in the accident, there were other colleagues who came to the scene because of Wen Feng—this news was really caught up in the limelight by the TV station, and the interviewer and the interviewee all worked in the same place.
Qi Jin was having fun with the bitterness, thinking of this, he twitched the corners of his mouth and laughed twice.
Colleagues who turned pale from the shock of his injuries couldn't bear it any longer, each of them scolded him for how could they still laugh.
Fat Dahai, who was supposed to run this trip, but escaped because of Qi Jin's replacement, also came. He was in a hurry beside his stretcher, apologizing and repenting, and the seven-foot man almost cried on the spot. Qi Jin also went back to comfort him.
"It's good not to die..." Fatigue and pain intertwined, he murmured to himself with blank eyes.
With so many dry notes, all of them haven't come out yet.
There are also some unrecorded scripts, which are still in the folder, waiting to go back and record. Fortunately, he got his life back, otherwise he really wouldn't be able to play dub anymore. Otherwise, the pretense of pretending to be dead will be removed.
"Sir, is this your cell phone?"
The nurse who was dressing his wound called him softly. He turned his eyes in response, and saw that the other party was holding a blood-stained and dusty mobile phone, asking him to identify it.
"Yes… "
"Okay, we'll keep it for you temporarily." The nurse nodded and revealed inadvertently, "You've been holding this tightly in your hand just now, and it didn't fall out from the anesthesia."
Qi Jin was stunned, blinked his eyes blankly twice, and closed them.
I remembered.
One second before the car accident, he was still looking down at his mobile phone—looking at the picture of a man and a cat in the picture folder of his mobile phone.
To the Provincial People's Hospital, X-rays were taken, and it was a double fracture of the radial and ulna of the left forearm. Fortunately not shattering.
After all, it is a tertiary hospital located in the provincial capital, with rich experience, and the operation went very smoothly. After open reduction, a steel plate was placed on the inside and a plaster tube was placed on the outside for reinforcement.
Since fractures of the ulna and radius are prone to postoperative displacement, the hospital suggested that Qi Jin be hospitalized for observation for a period of time, and then discharged after stabilization. The car accident happened during a business trip, and it belongs to the category of work-related injuries. The leader of the TV station sent someone to come to condolences about the situation, and also let him be hospitalized with peace of mind, and all expenses can be reimbursed.
Qi Jin knew that she would not be able to report the news in the short term, so she put aside her distracting thoughts and devoted herself to staying in the hospital to recover from her injuries.
After the operation, the nurse wiped the phone and gave it back to him, but after so long, the phone's battery was exhausted, and his charger was left at the scene of the accident, and he couldn't find it no matter how he looked.
"Da Hai, can you help me borrow a charger?" The couple came to visit the next day, and Qi Wei asked.
He couldn't move his left hand at all, and it was inconvenient to even use a laptop.
If I can't use my mobile phone to surf the Internet, swipe Weibo or something while I'm recuperating in the hospital, I won't be able to survive.
"What model is your phone? I'll go out and buy you a new one."
Ever since Qi Jin had a car accident, Pang Da Da Hai has always felt that it was because he exchanged work assignments with him during the Mid-Autumn Festival. He felt ashamed and tried to make up for it.
Qi Jin didn't take it to heart at all, but felt it was worth it.
Otherwise, if the same situation happened to Fat Dahai, his wife and children would not know how anxious they would be—
However, if a little material demand can make the other party feel less guilty, Qi Jin is also willing to follow the flow: "Well, buy me a mobile phone charger, even if we are even, don't blame yourself. "
"How did that happen?" Fat Dahai's daughter-in-law hurriedly spoke, "What is a charger, Xiaoqi, what else do you want, just mention it! Our family Dahai owes you too much favor this time!"
Qi Jin was the worst at dealing with such outspoken women.
So he thought about it for a while, and finally thought of something else: "Then, buy me a better lunch."
It has to be said that the lunch box sold in the public canteen of the hospital is not proportional to the medical level here. He tried it once on the day of the operation, but it was really unpalatable, and his craving for normal food quickly increased.
Fat Dahai and his wife delivered him a delicious meal according to their words, Qi Jin accepted it gratefully, and entertained herself, who just had an operation and needed supplementary nutrition.
However, both husband and wife have jobs, and it is impossible to visit the doctor every day.
After the phone was fully charged, in order not to trouble the young couple, he first called Pang Dahai to tell Pang Dahai that someone was here to deliver meals, telling him not to worry, and then he went to the hospital cafeteria to buy boxed lunches, coarse rice, and home-cooked food, one bite at a time. Get used to it, nothing is unbearable.
Perhaps because of the National Day holiday, no one was even in the inpatient area, and probably everyone who could go home was taken home.
Like the inpatient area of most hospitals, the walls are all white, the bedding and pillows are all white, and even the paint on the bed frame is white. This season looks extraordinarily deserted.
He is used to being busy these years, and rarely has he been so idle to the point where he has nothing to do and nothing to do. He walks in the hospital corridor as if he is empty, overlooking the busy city in the distance, and spends ten minutes to count the yard. Fallen dead leaves, more time to be in a daze.
Don't want to be in a daze.
It's not that there is nothing to think about, it's just that I don't want to think deeply. It seems that there are words on the paper. If you put it too far, the words on it will become extremely small, which can make people think that the paper is still a blank piece of paper.
The ward where Qi Jin lives has a total of four beds. His window is by the window. He thought that the remaining three beds would be empty forever. He never thought of moving in on the third day. During the rest period after the operation, I happened to chat with him to relieve the boredom.
Both the old lady and her children work in the city, and her wife accompanies her to the city to see a doctor. She usually stays at her daughter's house temporarily, and will bring her cooked meals over when it is time to eat.
The old man's craftsmanship is good, the food smells good, and it must taste good, because the old lady is happy every time she eats, and the crow's feet on the corners of her eyes bloom more and longer in her smile.
Qi Jin smiled slightly as she watched her eat, and the rice in her mouth seemed to be a little more delicious.
Therefore, he always chooses the old lady to eat when she eats, so that it doesn't take an hour to clean the contents of the foam box.
Seeing that he was eating a lunch box sold by the hospital, the old man asked curiously, "Young man, did your wife come to deliver the meal?"
Qi Jin replied with a smile, "I don't have a daughter-in-law, I'm not married yet."
The old man probably heard a lot about the young people in the city who liked the marriage that night, and thought he was one of them. He shook his head and started talking to him: "Why don't you marry a wife earlier? Otherwise, there will be no one who delivers meals. nothing."
Now that he was treated by the hospital's surgery, Qi Jin felt that he should maintain the image of the hospital.
"The lunch box in the hospital cafeteria still tastes good." At least he won't go hungry.
"It's not just eating." The old man still shook his head, "There is no one to accompany you, so what's the point of being lonely?"
"The young man is still young and doesn't understand. When we are old, we will know that it is too hard to live alone without company." The old lady also joined the topic, looking at her wife tenderly.
Qi Jin didn't speak, just lowered his head and smiled silently.
This time, he hadn't finished his meal for an hour. Until the old lady finished her dinner and went out for a walk outside the hospital with the help of her husband, his pair of disposable wooden chopsticks were still on top of the meal, and he fiddled with a few grains of hard white rice back and forth.
I had a fracture and a lot of internal bleeding before, and I needed to rest and eat.
So you have to keep eating.
Qi Jin took a deep breath, took a few stalks of bitter wheat that were lying on the rice again, and chewed it in his mouth.
At this time, the phone suddenly rang. He had to put the chopsticks aside for a while, and reached for the phone from the bedside table, but froze when he saw the number.
correct…
In the event of a car accident, the unit will usually notify the family as soon as possible.
Qi Jin watched the screen of her mobile phone keep flashing, and she was familiar with the area code on this string of numbers. After all, it is the place where I grew up, how could I be unfamiliar with it.
"Hello?" His voice was low and his throat was dry.
"Xiaoqin? You finally turned on the phone?" He was familiar with the voice of the woman on the other end of the phone, but he had become unfamiliar in the past few years, but it was someone who had called his sister for more than 20 years.
"The phone is out of power. I only found a charger two days ago to charge it."
"That's it."
A moment of silence. It may be more difficult to open the chat box than expected because of the lack of contact for too long.
Under the pressure of this feeling of suffocation, Qi Jin chose the way to get to the point where it can end early: "What's the matter with you?"
Qi Yan seemed to be embarrassed to laugh, and her tone was low and cautious: "Your work unit called home a few days ago and said that you had a car accident and that you were in the hospital. I tried to call your mobile phone a few times, They said it was shut down…”
"I'm fine, the operation was successful." Qi Jin briefly explained the situation.
"That's good, that's good..." Siblings exchanged ordinary greetings that strangers could have, with formulaic greetings and formulaic replies.
At this moment, Qi Jin suddenly heard a woman's voice suddenly intruding in the background of the phone.
is his mother.
In a sad and helpless tone, he recited the same sentence: "Why is he still obsessed with it? If he changed it sooner, he could go back to his hometown to work, and we can take care of it if something happens."
The last time I heard the same thing was when I decided to leave home and live alone in a strange provincial capital.
Obsessed. Yes, this word is my mother's favorite, and it is indeed her tone.
Then came the voice of my father.
Just like a few years ago, his voice ruined by the old smoking gun was old and dejected, and his crazy addiction to liquor made him sound more irritable than before: "If he could change, he wouldn't be as troubled as he is today! A car accident... A car accident is all retribution! What's wrong with being with a man, I will lose my old face!"
The father's scolding was interrupted by his younger brother Qi Zhe indifferently: "Dad, don't shout so loudly about this kind of thing, it's really shameful for the neighbors to hear it."
His hand holding the phone subconsciously moved a little further away, and then slowly put it back to its original position.
Breathing a little short.
Probably hearing the change in his breath, Qi Yan seemed to cover the microphone for a moment, and all the voices were muffled, only to hear her vaguely shouting "you all say a few words less".
The mother began to sob hysterically, and the younger brother stopped talking.
Only my father didn't listen, and even strode over to grab the microphone: "Listen! Whether you're in a car accident or something else, if you still insist on having sex with a man, don't ever go back to this house—"
"Di." The finger slammed on the call termination button. Press it several times.
The words lingered in my ears, and my fingers trembled so badly that I didn't know if I pressed the right place or if I hung up the phone.
After half a minute, the button movement finally stopped.
Qi Jin let go of his thumb, whose joints were blue due to excessive force, and lowered his head to gasp for breath. He felt the pain of insufficient oxygen supply in his lungs, and he had to try his best to survive. While panting, I removed my stiff thumb from the screen and pressed the power button directly, cutting all contact.
The ward was empty, and the monotonous white came from all directions, clearly amplifying the sound of his rapid breathing.
one more time.
He tucked the phone under the pillow, it was out of his sight, so he didn't need to see it for a while, recalling the various sounds that just came out.
"Eat." Qi Jin suddenly opened his mouth and said to herself numbly.
Yes, eat. Haven't you finished your meal yet? You should eat your meal first, fill your stomach, and then lie down and sleep. Tomorrow will be bright and sunny again.
Qi Jin rearranged the lunch box, picked up chopsticks, and worked hard to pick up the dishes.
The hand trembled so badly that it took a long time to clamp it, and it fell back without putting it to the mouth.
There was something else that fell along with it—the intangible, dripping stuff that started hitting the rough white rice one after another.
Hard to swallow.
"Um..." After the first sound came out of his throat, he couldn't hide it.
Fortunately, there was no one in the ward to watch, so I could become a little embarrassed and cry for a while in the worst voice since dubbing.
It hasn't been like this for a long time, he has to give himself a little longer.
When the time is up, he will continue to swallow the soiled meals. He just needs a little time.