After all, Xun Yuming is different from Zhuang Yi. When talking about this transformative research, the former thinks about how to use it to make a name in history and prove its strength, while the latter thinks about how many lives it can save and how many chronic diseases it can cure.
"Don't follow me." Xun Yuming leaned against the cold elevator car and squinted at the opposite side. Their silhouettes were projected on the door. far away.
Zhuang Yi stared at his shadow for a long time, closed his eyes, slightly curled the corners of his mouth, "Are you scared?"
"What are you afraid of?" Xun Yuming smiled self-deprecatingly, turned his face sideways, and left his guilty conscience hidden.
On the small screen on the left, the red number jumped to seven, the elevator stopped shaking, and the two doors slowly opened. Zhuang Yi glanced at him with a smile, and took the first step.
Suddenly, the elevator car "clanged" and fell rapidly downwards. Xun Yuming staggered, and in a flash, grabbed Zhuang Yi, who was already half a foot outside the door, and pulled him back.
The iron door slammed shut, the hem of the suit was almost squeezed, Zhuang Yi narrowly escaped death, the first thought that flashed in his mind was not fear, but joy.
He grasped the armrest with both hands behind his back, his knees were slightly bent to reduce the buffer force, and the wind whistled in his ears. He looked back at Xun Yuming who was in the same posture, and smiled at him.
What a pity.
The two slandered at the same time.
The elevator fell all the way to the second and a half floors, shook violently, and finally stopped. Zhuang Yi's face was already pale, and a layer of fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead and temples. His heart skipped a beat, he let go of his hands, and lay his legs on the ground.
"Brother!" Xun Yuming was startled, and cautiously slid over, the elevator car was on the verge of falling, every step.
He knelt down on the ground and lowered his head to listen to the carotid artery. The pulsating sound was like "tom tom" and "tom tom", which was extremely harsh in this quiet space.
Zhuang Yi gasped heavily, like a fish out of water, the dark and confined space suffocated him, "I'm fine." He was still secretly happy just now, the moment the elevator fell, he thought to himself, and Xun Yu It's not bad to be together.
"Look at me, look into my eyes." Xun Yuming dragged him by the arm, pulled him to the edge of the board, straightened his legs, let his upper body lean against the object. "Look me in the eyes, breathe in with me, breathe in—"
There were shadows of people in front of him, circles of halos flickered, Zhuang Yi couldn't see his appearance clearly, he could only look at those foggy eyes. When he said to inhale, he subconsciously inhaled, when he said to exhale, he subconsciously exhaled, leaving his body and mind to him.
The emergency lights above the head vibrated "chi chi la la" and flashed so painfully that people's eyes hurt. Under the strong light, the temperature rose quietly, and the door was closed tightly so that no air could get out, and the elevator became more and more stuffy.
"I'm here, I'm holding you." Xun Yuming put one arm around Zhuang Yi, covering his sight with most of his body. "It's not a claustrophobic space, the door opens and it opens right away."
As he spoke, he took out his mobile phone and called Dean Chen. The signal in the elevator in the old building was not good, and it took Xun Yuming a long time to explain the matter clearly. Lao Chen told them to stay calm and not to panic, saying that the rescuers would be here soon.
He didn't panic, he was afraid that Zhuang Yi couldn't wait.
Zhuang Yi's claustrophobic fear, Xun Yuming, knew that it was good to have someone to accompany him, but if he was alone, he would rather take the stairs than the elevator. Back then when we lived in the dormitory together, when Xun Yuming was in a bad mood and homesick, he would hide in the closet, but every time Zhuang Yi would drag him out with a look of horror, as if he was afraid that he would be devoured by the devil.
"What do you think?" Throwing the phone away, she patted Zhuang Yi's face lightly, trying to keep him awake.
His eyes were a little distracted, and his thin lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something. Xun Yuming followed his ear, but he didn't hear a word, he stretched out his hand to probe his nose, his breath was heavy and sometimes shallow.
There was buzzing in Zhuang Yi's ear canals, his head was dizzy, and his eyes couldn't focus all the time. When he moved his hands, his body seemed to be filled with lead, so heavy that he couldn't lift it up.
Xun Yuming hurriedly held his hand, unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt, put an arm in, pressed against his skin, and stroked his vest.
"Brother, brother." Xun Yuming called out the old address, touching him with loving eyes and covering him like when he was in love and intimacy. This gaze hadn't appeared for a long time, so it turned out that it was so natural to Zhuang Yi, and there was no need to deliberately affect it.
"... ears." Zhuang Yi regained his energy a little bit, he raised his hand vigorously, hooked forward indiscriminately, touched an entity, and stuck it hard. "ear… "
"I'm here, I'm here, I'm your little ear." Xun Yuming hugged him back, leaned his head on his shoulder, and comforted him in a low voice: "Little ear is with brother, brother is not afraid, little ear is everywhere No, this is our home... There are only little ears and elder brother here."
His voice is clear and slightly crisp, unlike Zhuang Yi's deep and gentle voice, like the bell shaking "jingle bell" under the eaves of the porch on a rainy day. A disarming voice.
But Xun Yuming never acted like a baby, he never learned what it means to act like a baby since he was a child, and saying "Grandpa" with tears in his eyes was his act of acting like a baby. When he was with Zhuang Yi, if he likes it, he likes it, if he is unhappy, he is unhappy. He never wants to greet or refuse, and his soft words are gentle. He can only say with a straight face: "I'm angry."
It seems that emotions can be controlled freely and arranged into the schedule. On a certain day and time of a certain year and a certain month, he Xun Yuming decided to get angry. This qi can be generated as one likes, but also relaxed and restrained, with a kind of beauty that directly expresses one's heart.
Zhuang Yi just took this kind of thing, looking at those thin, angry eyes, looking back with a glint of water, it was more itchy than any coquettish words. Instead of expecting him to act like a baby, it's better to lead him to coax her, how much fun does it feel.
"Ears... small ears." He repeated unconsciously, his heart swaying back and forth, and finally gradually stabilized. "I'm fine, I'm fine."
Xun Yuming put his arms around his head, rubbed his thin fingers in his black hair, and his body temperature passed along with his movements. Zhuang Yi blinked his eyelids slowly, and raised the corners of his mouth at him: "Okay, really."
The sound of people above and below the head was noisy, and the steel cable was pounding on the elevator. The firefighters finally pried open the iron door, and the sunlight poured in, blinding people's eyes. Xun Yuming turned his head in full view, and saw that everyone turned their faces away the moment they saw them.
His eyebrows moved slightly, he looked down at himself and Zhuang Yi, and couldn't help but blush. Zhuang Yi sat on the ground in disheveled clothes, and rode on one of his legs, entangled and hugged him. Most of the collar of the shirt was torn open, Zhuang Yi's honey-colored shoulder muscles were exposed, and one of his own hands was still stretched inside.
The corner of Lao Chen's mouth twitched, and he waved his hand and scolded: "It's all gone, have you nothing to do? You know how to watch the fun!"
Everyone scattered like birds and beasts, whispering while walking, and couldn't help but glance to this side.
Xun Yuming was embarrassed and wanted to let go of Zhuang Yi, but he held onto himself and could only pull out his left hand to help him pull up his collar. The elevator was lowered to the second floor, and the firefighters came in to take them out. Zhuang Yi helped the medical staff to stand up, and was surrounded by people and led to the consulting room.
His complexion was still pale, and he could be seen as a potential health hazard, so he was naturally taken extra care of. Xun Yuming was unscathed, straightened his clothes, and said to Old Chen: "Principal...my..."
What he wanted to say was blocked by Lao Chen's meaningful eyes, and he only heard him say: "It's fine, I'll let the logistics check what's wrong with this broken elevator. You go to work first, Xiao Zhuang...cough , I'll watch it later, it won't have a good impact."
After finishing speaking, he walked towards the administrative building swaggeringly with his hands in his pockets, and a sigh of emotion echoed in the hall: "Oh, young man!"
Xun Yuming rubbed his temples, dared not take the elevator, and walked to the intensive care unit. Cen Ji just came out from the inside, saw him and said with a smile: "Master, I heard what happened to you and Dr. Zhuang in the elevator just now!"
"..." Xun Yuming said seriously, "Why don't you learn if you're good."
"I heard from them that gossip is like bacteria, and it spreads the fastest." Cen Ji came over with a chuckle, and whispered, "However, you and Dr. Zhuang... I mean, as long as you are not blind, you can tell the difference between the two of you." There's something in between. You two don't plan to make up?"
Xun Yuming glanced at him and said calmly, "We are both men."
He didn't understand why Cen Ji downplayed the matter of two big men falling in love, as if he wasn't surprised at all. The current environment seems to be uncivilized to this extent, especially a place like a hospital, which is not suitable for public discussion.
"What's wrong with the man?" Cen Ji put a large stack of medical records in his arms on the railing in front of the French window, and stood side by side with Xun Yuming, "Isn't this a private matter. Others can't see it, and I don't know?"
Xun Yuming twitched the corners of his mouth, looked through the glass window, and landed on the bench under the grape arbor in the distance, where the family members of the patient he met last time were still sitting there. "Is he there every day?"
Cen Ji looked in the direction of his finger, and said clearly: "Oh, him. He stays there every day, sits for a whole day, and leaves only after dark. It's almost become a scene in our hospital."
The man lowered his head, he couldn't see his face clearly from a long distance, he just felt that his figure was very lonely.
"You go." Xun Yuming waved his fingers, showing the air of a mentor in front of his apprentices, "Invite him over, just say that I have something to ask him."
"Okay." Cen Ji picked up the medical records and strode away.
After a while, he came back with people, Xun Yuming waved to them, and sat on the bench by the corridor. There are usually few people outside the intensive care room, and it is the most quiet place, which is very suitable for conversation.
After not seeing him for a while, the man's description became more and more haggard, his eyes were deeply sunken, and his face was so thin that there was no difference.
"Sit down." Xun Yuming pointed to the vacant seat beside him, and he sat down obliquely, most of his buttocks were hanging outside, just rubbing against the edge of the chair.
Cen Ji couldn't bear to watch him, so he pushed him in, and said, "What are you afraid of, we don't know how to eat people when we are looking for a doctor."
The man smiled awkwardly, but remained silent.
Xun Yuming also laughed, and asked, "What's your surname? I didn't have time to ask your name last time."
"Oh... I'm not expensive... My name is Fang Buyu." He introduced himself incoherently, and while speaking, secretly glanced at the opposite side, fearing to offend the expert, his hands pinching the hem of his clothes turned white.
"Don't be nervous." Xun Yuming said softly, "I want to ask you, why are you sitting outside all the time? If there is no accompanying bed, I can ask the head nurse to adjust one for you."
"No, no, no." Fang Buyu waved his hands again and again, "I... I... won't go in."
Xun Yuming observed him closely, only to find that his facial features are actually very handsome, if not for his skinny appearance, he must be a flamboyant and handsome young man. "I am now the attending doctor of your family. If you have any questions, you can tell me directly."
Fang Buyu was stunned for a moment, looking at him, desire flashed in his eyes, and his heart moved: "I... can I go and see him at night?"
"Who?" Xun Yuming didn't understand.
Cen Ji knelt down and asked, "You mean you want to see your family?"
Why is it necessary to ask the doctor's consent for family visits
Fang Buyu lowered his head, licked his dry and chapped lips, and said, "His family is here, and I can't get in during the day."
Xun Yuming vaguely guessed something, and asked him: "So, the person you showed me is not actually your family member, is it?"
Cen Ji and him looked at each other, and asked: "Is it because that person's family is there, and they won't let you in to visit?"
When Fang Buyu heard the words, tears filled his eyes immediately, and when he nodded, a tear fell out with the movement.
Seeing him raising his hand to wipe, Xun Yuming saw that his tears were stained everywhere, and after rubbing his chapped face with water, he couldn't bear to look at it any more, so he took out a tissue in his pocket and wanted to wipe it for him.
Fang Buyu's tears couldn't stop falling, and the emotions accumulated in the past few days gushed out. Seeing Xun Yuming stretching out his hand, he thought he was going to hug him, so he covered his eyes and lowered his head to avoid it, lying on his knees and sobbing. .
Xun Yuming was startled, patted him on the back, and persuaded him: "Don't be too sad, tell me if you have any difficulties, and we will help you find a solution."
At the same time, Zhuang Yi walked out of the stairwell and happened to see this scene. From his perspective, Fang Buyu was obviously lying on Xun Yuming's lap, and Xun Yuming was still patting his back lovingly, with a look of Distressed expression.
He turned around with a sullen face, wanted to leave but was afraid that Xun Yuming would not know that he had been here, coughed heavily, pressed the elevator button, stood still, and kept glancing back from the corner of his eye.
Xun Yuming heard the movement and shouted at him: "Brother... Zhuang Yi!"
The elevator door opened with a "ding", Zhuang Yi didn't dare to enter, turned around pretendingly, and asked coldly: "What are you doing?"