Lin Hangzhi got off the operating table exhaustedly, took off the blood-stained gloves, and cleaned up.
Standing on the operating table for several hours in a row has become commonplace for him. The passion and enthusiasm for studying medicine at the beginning have been exhausted by the busy work and dealing with patients day after day, and now what supports him to continue walking, It is the instinct that has been imprinted in the bones to save lives and heal the wounded, as well as the doctor's sense of mission and responsibility.
He returned to the office and sorted out the patient's treatment plan. The colleague next door asked, "Doctor Lin, are you on the night shift tonight?"
"Yes." Lin Hangzhi took a deep breath, covered his face with his hands, and muttered, "I'm so tired, I really want to fall in love, I'm 30 years old, why, why is it time to meet girls now? I can’t even get it out, my high school classmates’ sons are all in elementary school, why don’t I even have a girlfriend!”
The doctor next door patted him on the shoulder with empathy and went to the ward round.
Lin Hangzhi let out a long sigh, he slumped on the back of the chair and rested for a while, and then forced himself to continue working.
Suddenly, he saw a corner of the notebook. Lin Hangzhi held the corner and pulled out the thing. It was an invitation letter. The moment he saw this thing, Lin Hangzhi's mind immediately returned to eight years ago. In the hospital where he practiced, he also saw such an invitation letter on his desk.
It stands to reason that what happened so many years ago should not be remembered so clearly by Lin Hangzhi, but when he saw the invitation letter, the relevant pictures of that year flooded in, making him recall every detail clearly.
This time, the words on the invitation letter are slightly different from the previous ones.
Dear Mr. Lin Hangzhi:
Please take this invitation to ████ on August 23, where I will be waiting for you.
Invited by: ██
August 23rd? Isn't it today? Lin Hangzhi glanced at the lower right corner of the computer and determined that it was indeed today. He frowned and scratched the blackened place names with his fingernails, and found that it was not the kind of layer that could be scratched at all.
An invitation letter that doesn't show the location and who invited it.
Lin Hangzhi was full of doubts, and he had a bad premonition in his heart.
A colleague hurried in from the outside and said, "The 18-bed patient accidentally forgot the gauze in the stomach during the operation. It was only after the sutures were finished and the surgical instruments were counted that they discovered that they cut open the stomach and took it out."
Lin Hangzhi snorted, he opened the drawer and swept the invitation letter in, and asked, "What should I do?"
"The director has already reported it. There must be a penalty. It's really strange. How could Lao Lin make such a mistake?"
Medical malpractice is not a good topic, and no one talks about it soon. Lin Hangzhi sat on the chair with a lot of thought. He stared at the computer screen, the notebook at hand and the records of the ward rounds. Suddenly, the chill ran down the spine from the tailbone. When I came up, I was horrified in an instant.
It's as if... something went terribly wrong.
Victor was sitting on the train going home, hearing the rumble of the railroad tracks in his ears. There were not many people in the carriage, so it seemed extraordinarily quiet. Outside the window, there was an endless snow field and a standing pine forest, which has been silently guarding for thousands of years. the ground beneath your feet.
Suddenly, Victor heard a cat meow, this is a train, how can there be a cat
He thought he had heard it wrong, but then, another cat meow sounded.
Victor couldn't help but straighten up and looked around, trying to find the source of the sound. The couple next to him were looking at their mobile phones with a pair of headphones on, while the man diagonally opposite was sleeping with his arms on his chest. People hear unusual noises.
Victor could only sit back suspiciously. He looked out the window again, and suddenly found a few lines of words on the glass.
The fog that fills the window is used as a canvas, and on the freshly written handwriting, it seems that water droplets are about to condense downward.
Dear Mr. Victor:
Please take this invitation to ████ on September 4th and I will be waiting for you here.
Invited by: ██
The man on the opposite side has been sleeping, and the others have not behaved in any way. Victor frowned and stared at the writing for a few seconds, as if something was loosening deep in his heart, and some kind of memory engraved in his soul was trying to break free. bondage.
He raised his hand and wiped the fog all over.
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Wangque put down the brush.
On the canvas is an unfinished work, and you can see the outline of the roof and the setting sun. She put the pen in the bucket, and the color quickly spread in the water. Wang Que stood up, put down the cloth cover, and stretched. , stand by the window.
During the holiday after the college entrance examination, she applied for a summer job in this art museum in order to get in touch with more excellent paintings. It is often used as a venue for various commercial art exhibitions. Wang Que also accidentally met Dong Linhai, a young master from a wealthy family. There is also a lot of communication on social software.
Dong Linhai encouraged her to continue to draw those scenes. Wang Que is the first time she has met her peers who can resonate with her like this, and she is greatly encouraged.
"Meow~"
Wang Que turned her head suddenly, the door of the small studio was not closed tightly, and a cat figure appeared in the crack of the door, it was a very pure white pastoral cat, looking at her with amber eyes, as if inviting, and gently Meow.
"kitten?"
Wang Que left the window, she just walked over and opened the door, the cat ran out, Wang Que chased it, and the white cat looked back from time to time to make sure Wang Que could keep up. Has been taken to a long gallery.
She gradually stopped, and the white cat also stopped and waited for her. On both sides of the walls were paintings that Wang Que had never seen before. Are there still these collections in the art museum? she does not know.
At the end of the corridor, there is a huge portrait of a young girl sitting on a chair. She lowered her head and closed her eyes. She clasped her hands to her lips, as if she was praying devoutly. Her long hair was tied into a twist. He hung down behind him, wearing a dark blue dress with silver-white patterns embroidered on the skirt and cuffs. Whether it was the fabric or the texture of the skin, it was so delicate and real that it didn't look like a painting at all.
Wang Que was fascinated, she walked in front of this portrait, and the portrait of a girl of her size was like magic, which made her feel familiar and kind in her heart.
She didn't notice that the white cat had left unknowingly, as if it had never existed, Wang Que stretched out her hand, wanting to touch the painting that was enough to make it look real.
The moment her fingertips touched the canvas, the eyelashes of the girl in the painting trembled slightly. Then she opened her eyes and raised her head to look at the terrified owl in front of her, saying:
"It's time to wake up."
"What?" Wang Que heard her voice tremble.
"I said it's time to wake up." The girl stretched out her hand, and the hand miraculously broke through the constraints of the canvas and touched Wang Que, so Wang Que was pulled forward by her, and the held hand directly Submerged into the canvas, it became part of the painting.
"A dream of this level should be easy to decipher for you, who often come into contact with me."
The girl snapped her fingers in front of Wang Que, so the walls of the gallery, the chandeliers on the ceiling, the portraits next to them... all blurred in an instant.
"Wake up, you have more important things to do."
Wang Que opened his eyes.
The rumble of the train was repeated monotonously in my ears, and there were distorted lights and shadows outside the window, as if the scene was changing drastically every moment, making it impossible for people to recognize what it was. She was resting on Dong Linhai's shoulder, The boy fell asleep, the white cat Victor was curled up on the small table in the middle, his eyes were closed, and his body was still up and down with his breathing.
Luo Xuan was sitting across from her, holding her cheeks and looking out. Seeing Wang Que awake, she put down her hands and said with a smile, "You're awake."
Wang Que nodded, the dream disappeared, she had recalled everything, after accumulating enough points to get the ticket, the wonton splitter team left the top of the giant tree by train and went to the next area, and in the two areas. During this time, we have to pass through a special place called "Memory Corridor".
As long as you pass through it, it marks the center of the pure white world from the periphery, the place that is really ruled by the queen.
On the other side of the aisle, Cui Zuojing and Dong Zheng were leaning on each other and sleeping on their back seats, while Xia Qiongyun and Lin Hangzhi were in the row in front of them, and they were both falling into the dreamland brought to them by the memory corridor.
It was an illusory reality, a world in which there was no misfortune, no death, no day-to-day struggles, they were just like everyone else, living peacefully in the real world, gradually drowning in false beauty .
The author has something to say: I went home today, left at 2:00 in the afternoon and didn’t arrive home until 10:30 in the evening. I was almost exhausted after a long drive, and the update is a bit lacking. I will try to make up for it tomorrow~