Xun Yuming only drank a glass of wine, and the wine burned his empty stomach, as if someone had set him on fire. The fire got a little over his head, and he soon realized he was asking the wrong question.
"Hate you?" Zhuang Yi took a sip of sake, his thin lips curved slightly, and said with a smile: "He is already in his twenties, and he still talks about 'love and hate' all day long, isn't he afraid of being laughed at?"
Xun Yuming was messing with the beef rice in the bowl, suddenly felt blessed, and retorted: "That's better than hanging on your face."
Zhuang Yi was taken aback, apparently he did not expect him to be so eloquent, and his tone was slightly mocking: "It's better than keeping it in my heart."
The beef rice choked on his throat, he couldn't get up and down, he was as embarrassed as the current situation. Xun Yuming began to feel that going out for dinner tonight was also a mistake.
It may be suitable for acquaintances or long-lost lovers to have dinner and talk about the relationship, but in any case it is not suitable for their ex who parted ways and broke up unhappy.
He took a few mouthfuls of food in a hurry, put down his spoon and said, "I'm full."
Zhuang Yi glanced at the almost untouched leftovers in his bowl, and said, "Eat some more, every grain is hard work."
The corners of his mouth were raised slightly, with a faint smile. Xun Yuming looked at him, his heart stopped suddenly. Then he found himself picking up the spoon again and continuing to eat the beef rice.
"When will the results of my assessment come out?" He was at a loss for words, and his mind was in a mess. Probably such questions and topics are the safest, at least there will be no love or hatred involved. .
Zhuang Yi pushed a stack of napkins on the table to him, and said, "Two to three days, the hospital personnel department will receive your results, and they will notify you when the time comes."
"En." Xun Yuming replied, his voice sounded dry, "Aunt Qin's operation will take two or three days. But it's already very fast." He tried to explain: "The hospital beds are very tight now. , Some patients with less serious conditions have been queued for half a year."
"I know." Zhuang Yi poured him a cup of barley tea, nodded and said, "I didn't rush you, what's the rush?"
"Am I in a hurry?" Xun Yuming murmured with his head drooping, "I'm afraid you won't be able to wait."
"I can wait." Zhuang Yi also lowered his head, his eyes were all in the wine, "Don't worry."
There happened to be a spotlight above Xun Yuming's head. His skin was white and greasy, his cheeks were slightly flushed after drinking, and there were a few beads of sweat. When he was illuminated by the light, he looked like a star hidden in the sunset.
Zhuang Yi looked away, silently poured a glass of wine, and the ring finger of his left hand twitched unconsciously.
After dinner, it was getting darker.
The wind is warm, not cold or hot. Standing by the river bank, Xun Yuming pressed his hard stomach and said, "I haven't eaten so full for a long time."
Zhuang Yi came out after paying the bill, and asked as he walked, "Where do you live now?"
"Huh?" Xun Yuming faltered, turned to look at him, "Are you going to take me home?"
He got carried away again.
Zhuang Yi was also taken aback, and spread his hands and said, "I didn't drive, so I can only walk with you for a while. But it's getting late, are you sure you want to go back?"
Xun Yuming originally wanted to walk back, he ate too seriously just now, he felt that the rice grains were stuffed into his throat, the best way to digest food after a meal is naturally to take a walk. But Zhuang Yi said so, he can only take the car.
There is no moon tonight, they climbed the stone stairs, and the street lamps cast bunches of circles of light. Different from the sun, under the dim light, the surroundings become darker, and it is easier for people to snuggle up to each other for warmth.
"I live in the dormitory of the hospital. It's not too far to take a taxi from here. Go back quickly." Xun Yuming put away his wild thoughts, stopped an empty car, and waved his hand at him, "Goodbye."
Zhuang Yi watched him sit in the rear compartment, and told the driver: "Master, please drive slowly, he is motion sick. Thank you." He stood on the curb and watched the car drive slowly into the night.
Xun Yuming let out a long sigh of relief, tugged at the shirt that stuck to his skin, lowered the car window, and let the evening wind blow into the neckline, and his wet back quickly dried up. He was lying on the windshield, and he could see Zhuang Yi's tall and straight back from the rearview mirror. The night mist flowed past him, leaving traces of loneliness, and slowly disappeared.
It's been eight years in a blink of an eye.
Seeing you again is like opening a Pandora's box that has been silent for a long time. The good, the bad, the fearful, and the joyful are all pouring out, and nothing can be stopped.
Xun Yuming returned home, took a shower and changed clothes, it was exactly half past nine. Staying up all night every now and then, his biological clock was completely out of order, and he didn't even feel sleepy at the moment.
He leaned against the bed with his notebook in his arms, and found the film of Zhuang Yi's mother, Qin Xueyan. Although it is not a major operation for him, for the patient, the craniotomy is a major event in life, and there is no room for slack.
Xun Yuming is never willing to hold Buddha's feet temporarily.
When he was in the sixth grade, the head teacher gave him the important task of delivering a speech for Mother's Day after the flag-raising ceremony on Monday to him, who was the class leader at the time and was the first in grades. At that time, he was catching up with the Mathematical Olympiad competition, and Xun Yuming was exhausted. At night, he was lying on the desk writing a manuscript, and fell asleep before he knew it. It was only when he gave a speech the next day that he remembered that he hadn't read through the manuscript.
So in front of all the teachers and students in the school, Xun Yuming smirked and pronounced "great maternal love" as "great mother's great love". He blushed, raised his head from the laughter, and met the teacher's knife-like eyes, feeling that the little red flowers on the teacher's skirt were all withered.
From then on, no matter what, whenever he had time, he would prepare in advance. As soon as the thought of being lazy appeared, the eyes of the class teacher immediately appeared in front of him. Thinking of Zhuang Yi's clear phoenix eyes, he would also show such a disappointed look to him, just like when they broke up, he felt like sitting on pins and needles.
Xun Yuming went through Zhuang Yi's mother's information again, including past medical history, medication status, etc. After watching it, he suddenly remembered what he said tonight-it's better than keeping it in his heart.
At least before today, he thought they were in love. Now it seems that there is no such thing? Xun Yuming was disturbed, closed the computer, turned over, and silently slandered: What are you thinking about? Does he love or not have anything to do with you now? Don't you just think that he still loves you, still misses you, and still can't let you go deep in your heart? You are really evil!
He scratched his butt, and fell asleep under the quilt as if angry.
A few days later in the morning, Xun Yuming went to the bathroom after checking the room, and bumped into the voice he heard in the office corridor three days ago. He went in half a minute behind and saw two people standing by the sink, one of them was Dr. Sun from their department.
No wonder the voice was so familiar.
Xun Yuming smiled at him, and entered the room calmly. As soon as Dr. Sun went out, his mouth was pouted immediately, and he unzipped the zipper resentfully, as if he had a grudge against the contents inside.
At this moment, the door between the partitions squeaked, and a handsome young doctor came out from inside. Seeing him, he smiled and said, "Hey, Professor Xun, are you still here in person?"
This is an outdated joke. When it was popular in the past, someone joked about it with Director Chen, and then it spread in the hospital. Up to now, no one has attracted ridicule anymore, and the same joke has been repeated a thousand times, leaving only embarrassment.
But Xun Yuming is a newcomer, so he was choked speechless. When he was stupefied, the man said again: "Doctor Xun, my name is Cen Ji, I was the one who talked to you outside the operating room that morning, do you remember?"
"Actually, I have heard of you a long time ago, and I have been following your research since you were not famous. I have wanted to learn neurology since I was a child, can I learn from you? You accept me as an apprentice, I am quite smart !"
"Wait... wait a minute, I'm going to the bathroom." Xun Yuming was embarrassed, took out a tissue with a trembling right hand, dipped it on his little baby, then carefully retracted it, and closed the zipper.
Seeing the whole process, Cen Ji grinned and said, "You are so delicate!"
Untie a little hand and wipe it.
"..." Xun Yuming walked quickly to the outside room, washed his hands and asked him, "Are you an intern?"
"I've been hospitalized for three years, but I look young." Cen Ji grinned, rubbed his head and said, "You can take me in, I'm very popular, with me following you, I'm sure there won't be so many people who hate you."
Xun Yuming paused, then looked at him: "Who hurt me?"
"You don't know." Cen Ji didn't expect him to be so slow, and said with his hands in his pockets, "Now the whole hospital is waiting to see your jokes. You are so famous, and the dean thinks highly of you, so you suddenly parachuted here. Everyone is dissatisfied. There is no shortage of pink eye disease anywhere, especially in our hospital."
"Oh, but most of them are just envious, and don't know you well, so they're a bit xenophobic. It's good to know you well. But the old director of our department is about to retire. Dr. Liu and Dr. Zhao were originally candidates for succession. Come to guess that they are out of play, it must be... you understand?"
"I didn't want to be the director of the department." Xun Yuming wiped his hands, and pushed the door out, "I can't do administration, I can only do surgery, and I can't steal anyone's chance."
Cen Ji followed him all the way to make noise: "I know that finding a doctor is not the goal, so we are like-minded. I am really suitable to learn from you, why don't you think about it?"
Xun Yuming looked past him, and saw Zhuang Yi coming out of the elevator not far away, carrying two paper bags. He patted Calm's arm and said, "After the operation, you can be my second assistant."
"Thank you Doctor Xun!" He chuckled, put his hands on top of his head and gave him a big heart, "I'll go right away, I love you!"
Xun Yuming waved him away, and went straight to Zhuang Yi: "Come give me a gift?" After finishing speaking, he regretted that his words were too sloppy and left no room for himself.
Fortunately, Zhuang Yi didn't intend to be mean to him today, so he handed him the paper bag, "That's right."
Those were two kraft paper bags with a black check mark logo printed on them. Xun Yuming took it over and looked at it, and said, "The sum of these two pairs of shoes is worth a red envelope, right? I can't accept it."
"Do you want it?" Zhuang Yi returned to the elevator room, and went with him to the sixteenth floor to see Qin Xueyan.
Xun Yuming pressed the up button and nodded honestly: "I want it." There are new shoes to wear, who doesn't want it.
"Do you have any money with you?" Zhuang Yi asked again.
"Bring it." Xun Yuming hurriedly rummaged through his body, and took out a crumpled fifty-cent bill from the side pocket of his white coat, "Well... I don't need much cash now."
Zhuang Yi took the banknotes, put them in his pocket and said, "You bought the shoes, they are not considered gifts."
"Huh?" Xun Yuming lowered his head and secretly pursed his lips, "Okay, thank you."
"You're welcome, the assistant bought it." Zhuang Yi said lightly, "I don't need to tie these shoes, I'm afraid you will trip up during the operation and delay my mother."
When he was sleeping at night, the image of Xun Yuming stepping on his shoelaces and almost falling a few days ago always appeared in his mind. In his dream, he was wearing a surgical gown and fell on Qin Xueyan. The scalpel hits the brain impartially.
Zhuang Yi couldn't get rid of his demons, so he asked his assistant to buy him two pairs of shoes immediately after waking up.
Xun Yuming's heart sank, the smile froze on his face: "Got it."
In Ward 1612, Qin Xueyan was already getting ready. After tossing around all afternoon yesterday, his hair was shaved even more bald than Cen Ji. She hugged her son's arm sadly, glanced at the mirror several times and then moved away several times, with a look of disgust.
"Okay, don't read it. My dad said when he signed the contract yesterday that he will come over as soon as you enter the operating room. You can't really prevent him from entering the hospital for such a big matter." Zhuang Yi hugged her shoulder and smiled He said, "Isn't it just to shave your head? He hasn't seen what you look like? I'll ask someone to buy you two wigs tomorrow. When you wear them, you will definitely be able to win the square dance team."
Zhuang Yi's father had been with Qin Xueyan all the time, but when he heard yesterday that he was going to shave his head, Qin Xueyan immediately kicked him out.
"Nonsense!" Qin Xueyan patted his arm and said angrily, "When will I dance in the square?"
She is a classy aunt.
"Then Yanguan Mahjong Club." Zhuang Yi continued to tease, "When the time comes, you will wear red hair, and you will be lucky to be 'red'. Once you make a move, you will find out all of them and bring them all down."
Qin Xueyan covered her mouth, trembling with joy.
"Don't worry, Auntie, this illness is really not a big problem. Zhuang Yi also understands this. You can see that he is not worried."
Xun Yuming comforted Qin Xueyan with a few words, and led Cen Ji to the operating room first. When Qin Xueyan was pushed in, he was already fully armed, with masks, gloves, headlamps, and microscopes all put on. There is a mobile display screen in front of him, and the films and medical records can be seen from the head.
Even though Cen Ji was the second assistant, Xun Yuming only asked him to stand by and observe. Today, from the operation to the suture, he will do it himself. Yizhu is another attending doctor, who is usually as quiet as him. Xun Yuming only remembers that his name is Zhou Rong.
After induction of anesthesia, Qin Xueyan slowly fell asleep. Xun Yuming drew a few black lines on her bald head with a marker to determine the location of the surgical incision, and waited for the person next to her to put her on the head.
Zhou Rong had a lumbar puncture, and a catheter was successfully placed to drain the cerebrospinal fluid. The nurse wiped povidone iodine on the operation area and spread a sterile cloth. Xun Yuming took the scalpel from the fourth assistant, and from the corner of his eye, through the large glass opposite, he saw Zhuang Yi enter the observation room next door.
"Why is he here?" The voice came into Zhuang Yi's ears verbatim through the surgical teaching system.
Then Xun Yuming heard him say through the microphone: "Doctor Xun, I am a cooperative doctor of the hospital. I have the same medical qualification certificate as you and have the right to enter the operating room. Besides, I haven't entered yet. It is not in violation of the hospital's regulations. Please Have a good operation and concentrate on it!"
Gritting his teeth and making no sound, Xun Yuming checked Qin Xueyan's information and surgical plan again. He cut the scalp and elastic muscles layer by layer, put on the hemostatic clip, and prepared for the craniotomy.
Zhou Rong drilled two holes with a cranial drill, Cen Ji handed over the milling cutter before the people around him opened their mouths. Xun Yuming cut open the skull and ordered: "Scissors."
Cen Ji handed the handle of the scissors to him, saw him cut open the dura mater, a bright red bloody brain appeared in front of his eyes, covered with tiny blood vessels, like the criss-crossing veins on a leaf.
The assistant pushed the microscope, and Xun Yuming gently pulled the tissue away, exploring all the way to the base of the skull. The tumor wrapped in a gray-pink film had nowhere to hide, and was soon exposed in the field of vision.
"Electrocoagulation to stop the bleeding." Xun Yuming did not hesitate, and began to remove the tumor from the side. His movements were extremely small, and he seemed not in a hurry for success.
Time passed quickly, and there were many people standing outside the sterile area. The interns were all poking their heads, staring eagerly at the operation process. When it was on the opposite side of the tumor, Zhou Rong asked, "Do you want to incision the falx?"
Xun Yuming shook his head slightly, and asked Cen Ji: "After the falx is cut, how will it affect the patient?"
"Uh..." Cen Ji was asked suddenly, and said in a dignified manner, "Studies have shown that it increases the risk of brain herniation and other complications."
Xun Yuming refused to comment, only his hands and eyes were moving, his expression seemed to be dismantling a bomb, and in fact he was indeed dismantling a bomb, one mistake would have irreversible consequences.
Zhuang Yi thought he knew him very well, but he couldn't help but be shocked by the calmness and professionalism he showed at the moment, which was completely different from the withdrawn and dull Xiao Ming in his life.
Time passed by, and Zhuang Yi left the observation room halfway. When he came in again, Xun Yuming just raised his head and took out that smart little thing.
He threw the tumor tissue on the tray with a "click" and said, "Take it for pathological examination." The interns who came in to observe were all enthusiastic, and someone immediately picked up the tray and left the operating room.
"Thank you, Doctor Zhou."
Xun Yuming's face, which had been serious for nearly seven hours, finally shone brightly, and asked Cen Ji with a smile, "Would you like to come and see?"
Cen Ji's eyes lit up, and he nodded repeatedly. Xun Yuming gave up his seat and gave him this precious half a minute. Cen Ji stiffened his body, and leaned in front of the microscope under the envious gazes of everyone, and saw the internal carotid artery, anterior cerebral artery, anterior communicating artery, and bilateral olfactory nerves, all exposed in front of his eyes, and even the olfactory filaments were completely preserved. Can't help but sigh: "Wow!"
Seeing it from a display screen and looking directly through a microscope are two completely different feelings, just like seeing a murder in a movie and witnessing it with your own eyes are two different things.
Cen Ji's adrenaline was soaring, he felt a rush of coolness straight to the top of his head, and he was so excited that he wanted to jump twice. It's a pity that Xun Yuming didn't give him too much time. He sutured the meninges and closed the skull as soon as possible, and the operation ended.
Qin Xueyan was pushed out of the operating room and directly entered the ICU. Xun Yuming came out after washing his hands, signed the operation record, and told the nurse a few words. Seeing Zhuang Yi was standing at the door of the observation room and looking at him, he went up to him and said, "The operation was quite successful. If there are no accidents, Auntie will come tomorrow." You should be able to wake up in the morning."
Zhuang Yi looked at him, gave the most gentle voice since the reunion, and said sincerely: "Thank you, Doctor Xun."
The tone of the last sentence is extraordinarily solemn, as if at this moment, Zhuang Yi really knew "Xun Dafu" and understood the weight behind these three words.
But Xun Yuming's heart became hot for no reason, and he found that he had been vaguely expecting his acknowledgment. It wasn't until Doctor Xun said it from the bottom of his heart that he felt that the empty place in his heart had been filled.
He had a lot of thoughts, and when he fell on his mouth, he only said: "You're welcome, you go to see Auntie first."
"Okay, I'll go first." Zhuang Yi said, "I'll treat you to dinner another day."
Xun Yuming let out a "hmm", two cotton clouds appeared on the soles of his feet, and he walked lightly, obviously he hadn't changed new shoes yet.
He turned around the corridor, and the head nurse who rushed over nodded, and heard her say: "Doctor Xun, your psychological evaluation is out, and Dean Chen asked me to bring it to you just now." As he spoke, he handed over a document folder.
The corner of his mouth bent unconsciously, Xun Yuming thanked him, opened it, and saw that the last page was signed with Zhuang Yilong Feifengwu's name, next to it were three words - unqualified.
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The operation is an abbreviated version, and the hospital regulations have been modified for the content of the novel, which is somewhat different from the real world.