The fingers that have been holding the knife on the operating table for many years are strong and strong, and the seemingly light movements are completely unable to break free.
Qi Jin's hand seemed to be taken out of strength, lost his balance for a while, and fell on the seat cushion between the two following Shen Yan's buckling motion.
The rain continued to fall.
An unfamiliar piano solo is playing on the taxi's radio channel. The tune is long and quiet, which is suitable for listening to the sound of the rain pattering outside the window.
The taxi driver seemed immersed in the music, humming softly to the beat, and the rest of his attention was entirely on the steering wheel.
During the small return period, he stayed out of the matter and licked his paws on his own.
Qi Jin's back straightened. He wanted to sit up a little and move to a position near the window. But now he can't even sit up, not only can't his knees, but his toes are also limp.
All perception seems to be concentrated in the right hand.
It's not the hand that feels that I'm being held, it's the heart.
Because of the sudden contraction of the heart, there was an illusion of being firmly grasped, the violent heartbeat thumped, thumped, and a sound overcame a sound, and even brought a slight tinnitus.
He didn't know if his hand was shaking, because the other's hand seemed to be shaking a little too.
Four fingers went around his mouth and reached into the palm of his hand, while the thumb pressed against the knuckle of his little finger. The place where the palm of the hand covers the back of the hand is close to each other, maybe because the temperature is too high, there is a little sweat.
After a long time, you can even feel each other's pulse.
one more time.
His, Shen Yan's, I can't tell which one is faster—
The prelude to the piano piece passed, and the speed of the ups and downs of the keys began to accelerate, just like the rapid raindrops outside the window.
Shen Yan's hand remained motionless for a long time, just holding it like this.
At this time, the thumb suddenly loosened a little, and then held it more firmly, and the finger pulp gently rubbed along the edge of his joint, as if he was drawing the outline there.
Every time he rubbed it, the dizziness in front of Qi Jin's eyes increased, and his throat throbbed.
"Shen Yan." He couldn't help calling out the other party's name.
I don't know if I want to remind him or remind myself. Or nothing, just muttering to himself in a trance.
But the man seemed to understand it, and suddenly said softly, "Band-aid."
Qi Jin was taken aback.
"The Band-Aid... was scratched by the little guy." The speech was very slow, calm and restrained.
Only then did Qi Jin realize that the last place his thumb stopped was the Band-Aid on the back of his hand, which was the wound he scratched when he was bathing the little guy before.
The band-aid has been wet with water several times in the past two days, and the surface has begun to wrinkle. When I was just teasing the cat, I was accidentally scratched by the little guy's claws twice, and a small corner was raised. Even so, Shen Yan didn't need to press it down with his whole hand, let alone hold it there all the time.
I originally thought that my excuse was clumsy, but I didn't expect that Shen Yan's excuse was younger than his.
However, he did not want to dismantle it.
It was clearly raining outside the car, but the air inside the car was very dry, probably because the heater was on, Qi Qin's throat was so dry when she made a sound: "That's... two days ago... the place where he scratched his skin. ."
Shen Yan was silent. The thumb is still fixed on it, not moving away.
Qi Jin did not urge and did not speak.
He turned his head and stared silently at the sloping rain traces on the windowpane. The headlights on the road dyed them a warm color that looked very much like unripe plums - even the taste of the heart.
It's more of a sour taste before it tastes a little sweet.
There is still a long way to go. In this small but warm carriage, the wind, rain and cold of the outside world have nothing to do with him for a while, and he can be greedy for a while. Pretend not to know, pretend not to understand, let go of the so-called rationality and sense of responsibility of adults, and return to the innocence of ignorant teenagers in their teens.
Here and now, he couldn't lie to himself that he was not happy.
He was just… terribly happy.
The piano piece on the radio channel finally ended, and the host's voice sounded again, ready to read a letter from the next listener. It appears to be a music-on-demand show.
"This listener friend said that his classmate in college was going to get married, and he specially sang a song to congratulate him in advance. He said in the letter, 'Good brother, I heard that you are finally going to officially leave the single, here I am. Let me say congratulations first. I wish you and your wife love each other, a hundred years of friendship, and long-lasting happiness'."
The host's tone was as cheerful and bright as the content of the letter.
Qi Jin suddenly froze. He saw his reflection in the window glass, his face not much better than the gray sky outside.
He also once said similar words, similar blessings.
Because his voice is particularly catchy, his articulation is clear, and his sentences are fluent. At that time, he was invited to act as the emcee of ceremonies at the wedding, smiling and facing the full guests, saying sentence by sentence.
These details suddenly shook out of my memory, and smashed them down in a mess, as if a basin of cold water was poured on the head.
Qi Jin shivered suddenly and pulled out his hand with great force.
A playful and lively love song began to be heard from the speakers in the carriage. The lyrics told a story of Happy Ending. The rhythm was brisk, but it couldn't keep up with the speed of his panicked blinking.
"I'm sorry." After he stopped blinking his eyelids, he didn't have the courage to look at the person beside him.
Shen Yan didn't ask him what he meant.
But Qi Jin knew he would understand, and took the responsibility on himself: "I was a little strange just now."
The shadow of the wiper flickered in front of the eyes, and the sound was monotonous, accompanied by happy singing from the speakers, which strongly contrasted the dead silence of this moment.
It is not known how long the language has disappeared.
The one who spoke again was Shen Yan.
"That wound... It should be healed, take off the Band-Aid." His voice was much calmer than Qi Jin had imagined. It's just that the pronunciation seems to take a lot of effort.
"No." Qi Jin shook his head gently, "Open it and you will see the scar."
Even if the underlying wound has healed, the scar must still be there.
Also, the scars must be ugly—
If possible, he would rather not let Shen Yan see this kind of thing from the beginning. Shen Yan should be left with the best impression, not a scar.
For the rest of the journey, the two returned to the silent state when they first got in the car.
It was past nine o'clock when we arrived at the hospital. On Saturday, the hospital was only open until two o'clock in the afternoon, and many people came to see a doctor on weekends, so those who needed to do multiple examinations had to hurry up.
Before getting off the bus, Shen Yan, who had been silent since the end of their conversation, finally said three words: "Wait a minute."
As he did before getting into the car today, he first came down with a small return date, then went around to Qi Jin's side to open the car door for him, and held an umbrella for him to keep out the rain. The place to get off is only ten meters away from the entrance of the hospital. In fact, there is absolutely no need for this, but his silent look made Qi Qin feel a little bored and did not refuse.
Ms. Pang, the head nurse, saw Shen Yan who was on vacation today, and her reading glasses slipped on the bridge of her nose: "Doctor Shen? Why are you here? You are not—"
Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly saw Qi Jin with a plaster tube hanging behind him, smiling wryly.
This time the glasses almost slid off.
I haven't seen him for a while. Qi Jin's whole person seems to be a lot lighter, and his energy is far less than the first time we met. His face is haggard and his face is very bad, not to mention the plaster on his hand. know something is wrong. Ms. Pang hurriedly pulled him to ask him for help, and naggingly explored the cause of the accident.
While Qi Jin was chatting with her, out of the corner of his eyes, he saw Shen Yan put on a white coat, ready to check the small return date on the tray.
He couldn't help chasing after him, staring blankly at him as he buttoned his clothes, picked up the medical record folder, observed and recorded.
However, the small return period needed to be brought to draw blood, and the figure quickly disappeared outside the door and disappeared from his field of vision.
Noticing that he was a little distracted, Ms. Pang followed his line of sight and found that he was looking at Shen Yan and said cheerfully: "Comrade reporter, you haven't come since you finished the report last time, I thought goodbye I don't care about you. I didn't expect you to be friends with Dr. Shen now, and they are quite close."
Qi Jin was stunned for a moment, then smiled reluctantly: "Actually... I'm not very familiar with you."
But, they should be friends.
Friends should be able to, right
"However, I respect him very much." Qi Jin found the most appropriate and honest description. Whether it is Yan Beixiang during the dubbing, or the meticulous Shen Yan in front of the operating table, they are all beings he admires.
Ms. Pang was still at work, and within ten minutes of chatting with him, she was called by the nurse to another ward to be busy.
Qi Jin sat alone in the empty office, staring at a white wall in a daze.
There is a heating system in the pet hospital to prevent the small animals from getting cold in autumn and winter, so the temperature is suitable, and basically no need to wear a coat. But he never took off Shen Yan's coat, and even pulled it back a few times with his right hand, and the whole person shrunk inside, so that the smell of the owner of the clothes on it could temporarily deceive him.
Too bad the temperature is gone.
The drive takes nearly an hour, and it is only natural that the temperature dissipates completely.
Just thinking about it in such a confused way, the door of the office suddenly opened. He thought it was Ms. Pang who came back to get something, but when he raised his head, he met those familiar eyes.
Qi Jin hurriedly sat up straight: "Have the test results come out?"
Shen Yan shook her head gently: "Not yet. I just checked the body temperature, and it is true that I have a high fever. It will take a while for the blood and stool examinations, and the microbial culture will take more time."
So, didn't Shen Yan come back to tell him about the little return date
Qi Jin was at a loss, but Shen Yan took out a brand new Band-Aid at this time, tore off the packaging and stickers for him, and gently handed it over: "I'm here to give you this—no matter what the scar is, at least the Band-Aid needs to be replaced. New. I won't watch, you post it yourself."
The light in his eyes trembled suddenly, and he slowly took the thing in his hand.
The exposed tape was firmly stuck to the finger, like his thoughts at this time, it was attached to the person and couldn't leave: "Thank you."
"You're welcome." Shen Yan nodded slightly, her eyes seemed deliberately not to stay on Qi Jin for too long, and her eyes were vaguely staggered.
After Shen Yan left again, Qi Wei persuaded herself to be a little bit more energetic, and then took out the phone to contact the TV station.
"Hello, Director? It's me."
"It's Qi Jin, how are you recuperating?" The director of the news channel has lost a competent subordinate.
"I'm thinking about work when I'm resting at home. Do you think I'm doing well?" Qi Jin teased deliberately.
"Do you have any other proposals?" After working together for many years, the director still knows him well.
"Well, I really have a proposal, which is somewhat related to the cat abuse report I wrote last time... Anyway, I want to write it to you first, and send it to you at night to see if it's feasible."
Although the experience of the small return period is only a personal experience, in other places, other hospitals and clinics must have more or less the same problems.
There is currently a lack of supervision in pet medical institutions, and the entire market is quite chaotic. Today, the problem pointed out by Shen Yan sounds alarming. He wants to use his media channels to learn more about it. If it goes well, maybe another topic can be opened to visit the local pet hospital.
In fact, since he entered the field of reporters, he has been looking forward to the day when he can plan and host his own programs.
TV reporters are not life-long, and they also have opportunities for promotion, which mainly depends on their development direction and ability. Some people choose management, and some people like to be program editors. Like him, who has excellent voice conditions and strong explanatory power, there is no shortage of possibilities to become hosts in the future.
It was precisely because of the contact with Shen Yan that he found the small return date, and recently such thoughts have become stronger again.
In the isolation ward, Qi Jin saw the small return date after the blood was drawn. This time, it was obviously not forced by yesterday. It seemed that the blood collection went smoothly, and the needle port was also cleaned and had no odor.
Shen Yan prepared a sterilized cotton sheet and a small quilt for it in the cage. It was very soft and comfortable. The little guy stopped thinking about the original blanket and quickly fell in love with his temporary shelter. , lying down and rolling happily inside.
The blood test results showed that the number of white blood cells was normal, unlike the clinic doctor who said there were only a few.
During the small return period, there were no other special symptoms except fever. It was estimated that it was a common cold. The nurse had given it the necessary injections. But Shen Yan was cautious and insisted on making a complete set of pathology reports, because he was worried that he would be infected with other germs during the hospitalization period.
Of course, the little guy has no idea about his condition, just eats and sleeps.
Shen Yan gave it a bowl of milk powder for kittens, mixed with broken cat food, and added necessary nutrients to replenish its body. It now regards Shen Yan as the second person in charge, and it is a very comfortable big warm bed, and it will rub against him for a while.
Seeing that it seemed to be recovering well, Qi Jin finally let go of a huge rock in his heart.
"The return period is a kitten. It is estimated that shortly after weaning, the lactase has not completely disappeared. You can drink a little milk. But it will not work in the future, and it will not be able to digest it."
When Shen Yan was making a routine record, she also asked Qi Jin what to feed the cat these days.
Only then did Qi Jin know what to feed and what not to feed.
"Sure enough, I can't raise a cat," he said with a wry smile as he stared at the little return date who was sleeping soundly in the cage, "I'm always hungry myself, not to mention cats."
At that moment, Shen Yan's pen nib scribbled on the paper and stopped.
The pointer on the wall clock has slowly moved to the number directly above, and the medical staff here have entered their lunch break one after another and have gone to lunch.
He fixedly looked at the title "Dietary History" on the medical record section, his eyebrows lowered, and he hesitated.
"Qi Jin," he asked lightly, "do you want to... come to my house for dinner?"