It rained again at night, and it was falling in thousands of dense spots, bringing with it a cool breeze.
Xun Yuming couldn't fall asleep due to foot pain, hugged the quilt and pressed the remote control boredly, the hostess in the weather forecast was wearing a maroon slim dress, with a slight wave of her right hand, a blue and white water light appeared on the map.
"There's been a lot of rain this year, and it's going to rain for a few more days this time." Zhuang Yi felt a little worried. Rainy days are not suitable for power grids, and Xun Yuming will inevitably be in danger at home.
"I heard that it rains heavily in neighboring cities." Leaning on two white pillows, Xun Yuming said to the people beside him, "By the way, two days ago, Dean Chen said that he has applied for more practicing qualifications for me, so I can go there more often in the future." Neighboring city has a consultation."
"To make extra money?" Zhuang Yi was still wearing shoes, and he leaned half of his body beside Xun Yuming, but his two slender legs were hanging outside.
Xun Yuming smiled and said, "I also need money. My grandfather's fee is very expensive."
The impact of a disease such as Huntington's disease on a family cannot be expressed lightly in a few words. Most patients lose their ability to take care of themselves after illness, let alone work to earn money. The medical expenses, living expenses, and nursing expenses incurred during this period are extremely heavy burdens for ordinary people. It is not uncommon for people to become impoverished due to illness.
Many people are caught in the predicament of "resigning to take care of the patients but not being able to make a living, and going to work to make money but not being able to hire nurses". Like my grandfather, he has a good pension, his grandson has a good income, and he is lucky to be able to control the disease at a later stage of onset.
However, no matter how capable Xun Yuming is, what he receives is the general salary of a domestic doctor. He does have a senior scientific research talent allowance issued by the state, and the benefits are also good, but the total sum is always at the level of the ordinary middle class, and it is difficult to compete with wealthy businessmen. Da Jia is even compared to a small star.
Private high-end nursing institutions like Nanshan Sanatorium have extremely high charging standards, and their doors are not open to the general public. Xun Yuming usually doesn't have any expenses, and he can still afford them, which others would not dare to think about.
"Then let's take grandpa home to take care of him?" Zhuang Yi knew that if he offered money directly, he would definitely not accept it because of his strong self-esteem.
But even with such a proposal, Xun Yuming still shook his head and said: "How can that be, I'll just live in your house, how can I still bring grandpa here, it's too much trouble for you."
"Actually, I'm not worried about letting the nurses accompany my grandfather, but the conditions in the nursing home are good, and they can have regular physical examinations. There are special staff to adjust their diet at any time, and take them to exercise, which is more detailed than at home. It's just..."
It's just that no matter how good the nursing home is, grandpa will still be lonely and homesick.
Xun Yuming sighed, frowned, and remained silent.
Zhuang Yi couldn't help regretting that he shouldn't have brought up this topic just now, and it caused him to fall into self-blame and guilt. The impact of disease on people is not just the consumption of time and money, but the cruelest thing is mental torture.
If you love someone so deeply, you wish you could send all the beautiful things in this world to him, and let him live as the brightest star in the turbid waves of the world of mortals. How can you be willing to watch him suffer every day? , but nothing can be done to save it.
The torment and pain in it are like a blunt knife cutting out the heart, which cannot be explained in just a few words.
Zhuang Yi has nothing to say, what to say at this moment is always pale and powerless in the face of reality. Perhaps this is fate. A person who touches the future of human medical civilization cannot solve the suffering of his loved ones.
The room was as silent as water, Fang Buyu was also nestled on the sofa and lost his mind, none of the three made a sound. A popular soap opera began to be shown on TV. The hero and heroine live or die for love—it seems that every love has to go through untold hardships before it is reaped.
Also, there is never a pie in the sky, and there is an exchange rate between getting and paying. Those things that come easily are often not precious enough, and if they are not precious, how can they be cherished. Thinking of this, Xun Yuming couldn't help twitching the corners of his mouth.
Fang Buyu looked at him, moved his ears, and suddenly jumped up, "Let's go! His mother is gone!"
Zhuang Yi and Xun Yuming looked at each other, got up and went to the door to have a look. Sure enough, Xue Jiayan's mother was carrying a small black bag and gradually disappeared into the depths of the corridor, "It is indeed gone."
"Wait." Xun Yuming took out his phone and sent a message to Cen Ji, "I'll have someone bring you a white coat, put it on, and go in pretending to be a doctor."
Although Xun Yuming had never met Xue Jiayan, he met his mother once when he changed the doctor in charge. Zhuang Yi was also beside him at the time, so they are not afraid of being familiar faces. Fang Buyu's identity is embarrassing, and he has to disguise himself to get in.
"You have a lot of tricks." Zhuang Yi didn't expect him to be like this. This kind of trickery may not be surprising to others, but Xun Yuming has always been a well-behaved person, and he refuses to be a little bit out of line. He also fears authority the most. When he was summoned by the teacher when he was in school, he could cry in fright.
Xun Yuming smiled and gave him a look of "this is not what it used to be". Soon, Cen Ji came with a clean white coat, and a man in a suit and leather shoes came with him.
The man looked inexplicably similar to Ren Xueyuan, when Zhuang Yi saw it, he felt like facing a formidable enemy, and immediately raised his head and chest up. If he were a peacock, he would have raised his tail and opened his screen by now. Cen Ji didn't introduce that person, put down his clothes, expressed his condolences to Xun Yuming, and left in a hurry.
Fang Buyu hurriedly changed into a white coat, and urged, "Let's go? Let's go!"
Xun Yuming was helped up by Zhuang Yi, sat in the wheelchair, and put on his unchanging clothes, "tsk": "Why is it so fake?"
"The nurse can't see it." Fang Buyu only had Xue Jiayan in his eyes at this time, so he couldn't care less about these details, and he kept going.
Zhuang Yi took out two pens from Xun Yuming's pocket, pinned them to the pockets of his white coat, and stuffed Xun Yuming's medical records into his arms: "It's like this, let's go."
The three of them knocked on the door, and the nurse smiled and said, "Doctor Xun is here again, Xiaoxue is asleep."
"I'll take a look at him. I'm trying a new treatment recently, so I have to observe him frequently." According to Fang Buyu, the three nurses here are the little eyeliners of Xue Jiayan's family. : "This is the new intern doctor."
The nurse invited the three of them into the back room, turned on a dim wall lamp, and called Xue Jiayan softly. As soon as Fang Buyu entered the room, his hands couldn't be controlled, and he shook like chaff. His eyes were fixed on the hospital bed, and the longing inside was shocking.
Zhuang Yi was afraid that he would rush over regardless, touched his arm, and whispered: "Don't be nervous."
"... Mmm." Fang Buyu responded indiscriminately, only to see Xue Jiayan woke up slowly under the shaking of the nurse, with a sudden spasm in his stomach.
Xun Yuming didn't look carefully when he came here just now, but now he can see Xue Jiayan's face clearly by the light. He should be about the same age as Zhuang Yi, with upright facial features and clear eyebrows, with a bit of the reserved and gentle air of civil servants and Confucian scholars in the old days.
"What's the matter?" When he spoke, it was a voice that could match his appearance.
The nurse pointed to Xun Yuming and said, "Doctor Xun is here for another checkup." After finishing speaking, he didn't intend to go out.
Xue Jiayan looked towards the door, his eyes wandered several times, and finally fell on Fang Buyu's face, his pupils suddenly shrank. But Fang Buyu gradually lowered his head, and became more timid when he was close to his hometown. When he didn't see him, he looked forward to seeing him day and night, but he didn't dare to move when he saw it.
Seeing their flirtatious glances, Xun Yuming felt that the nurse's light bulb was too bright, so he tugged at Zhuang Yi's sleeve and motioned him to think of a way. Zhuang Yi patted him on the shoulder, and said to the nurse, "Sister, I want to ask you something, is it convenient for you?"
"It's convenient." Probably seeing that he looks good, the nurse was very enthusiastic and hurriedly followed him to the corridor.
The two are just outside the door, separated by a transparent glass, and can come in at any time. Xun Yuming didn't dare to dodge, he just retreated to the door and guarded, and said with a smile to Fang Buyu: "Come over, we finally met, don't hurry up."
Fang Buyu looked up at Xue Jiayan, walked over slowly, and said, "...brother."
"Yes." Xue Jiayan nodded, with a polite and distant attitude, "Here we come."
"You..." His heart skipped a beat, Fang Buyu looked at him suspiciously: "Do you still remember me?"
Xun Yuming was extremely embarrassed, so he took out his mobile phone, lowered his head and pretended to read the news, but his ears were pricked up, and Xue Jia said: "I remember. You are not gone, why do you have time to see me?"
"Gone?" Fang Buyu was taken aback for a moment, puzzled: "I didn't leave... where am I going?"
Xue Jiayan paused, as if thinking hard about something, and said for a while, "No, I remember wrong." Holding Fang Buchang's hand, she smiled very softly, "I miss you, baby."
"I miss you too!" Fang Buyu burst into tears instantly, throwing himself into his arms and trembling.
Xue Jiayan put his arms around his shoulders, patted him on the back, and comforted him carefully: "Okay, okay, stop crying, when I get better, let's go home."
Fang Buyu raised his head, two lines of tears hung on his face, Xue Jiayan wiped them away with his fine-tuned hands, and sighed imperceptibly: "You've lost weight."
"I'll eat well in the future." Others persuaded him ten thousand times, but he couldn't stand up to a word. Fang Buyi grabbed his thin hand and rubbed his cheek back and forth on it, as if he wanted to chew this moment and savor it again and again.
The two lingered for a while, Xun Yuming saw that it was late, and pushed the wheelchair over to remind him: "We should go."
Fang Buyu is reluctant to let go, time seems to be stolen, slipping away without paying attention. Xun Yuming was helpless, and comforted him: "As long as there is no one, I will come with you tomorrow."
Xue Jiayan heard Fang Buyu talk about seeking Yuming and Zhuang Yi's help, thanked him again and again, and told Fang Buyu to go back and eat well, finally let go of his hand, turned his face away: "Let's go, let's go."
Xun Yuming pulled Fang Buyu's clothes, turned the wheel and left the ward. Seeing that Zhuang Yi was still talking with the nurse, he went back to 1612 first. Zhuang Yi also saw him, raised his hand and glanced at his watch, talked perfunctorily with the nurse, and hurriedly followed.
"How is it?" Fang Buyu's eyes were red, and Zhuang Yi had already guessed, "It seems that he hasn't forgotten you."
Xun Yuming moved to the bed, covered the quilt, and asked him: "Why don't you send Xiao Fang back first?"
"It's not safe to go back." Zhuang Yi opened the cabinet, took out the spare bedding inside, and said, "Sleep here first."
"Then you go back?" There were only two beds inside and outside in the ward, and Fang Buyu lived outside, so Zhuang Yi had nowhere to sleep.
"Who will take care of you when I go back?" Zhuang Yi turned around and sat down beside Xun Yuming consciously, "The bed is so big, it's more than enough to sleep two people."
Fang Buyu burst into tears, said "good night", and went outside with his things.
Zhuang Yi took off his clothes, lifted the quilt and lay down, put his arms around him and said, "Go to sleep, it's past one o'clock."
"How can I sleep with you like this?" Xun Yuming was hugged by him, unable to move, "Don't hold me."
"The bed is too small." Just now he said that the bed was big, but now he used the excuse that the bed was small, Zhuang Yi said nonsense: "If you don't stick to it, it will fall."
Xun Yuming pursed his mouth and snorted, "Nonsense, I can't breathe."
"Really?" Zhuang Yi raised his face, stared at him for two seconds, and said with a smile, "I'll check." He lowered his head and kissed his lips.
Xun Yuming never expected that he had just promised to be relatives and friends with him at noon and would never disturb him, and then he went back on his word at night, and his mouth was accidentally pinched open by him.
Zhuang Yi firmly clamped his jaw, forcing him to deeply kiss with himself in this disordered breath, lips and teeth clinging to each other, tossing and lingering, becoming more and more passionate.
After a while.
"Obviously..."
"Don't hiss!"
Zhuang Yi buried his head on the side of his neck and said impatiently, "Why didn't you respond?"
"I..." Xun Yuming blushed, remembering the accident in the bathroom, he hesitated and said: "Because my heart is still, I don't want to do these things with you."
"Nonsense." Zhuang Yi stretched out his hand, flicked it lightly, Xun Yuming immediately let out a "ha", took a deep breath, and his whole body twitched. "So afraid of me? Huh?"
"You—" Xun Yuming became furious and pushed him vigorously, "You bastard!"
Cursing people was so naive, Zhuang Yi put his arms around his slender waist and laughed softly. Xun Yuming's left ear was pressed against his chest, he could only hear the rumble and vibration inside, he couldn't help but feel numb all over, and struggled: "Please let me go... please."
It sounds a little pitiful.
Zhuang Yi's thin lips brushed against his right ear, and a deep voice escaped from his throat: "Yes, but on condition."
"What?" Xun Yuming raised his head and asked.
Zhuang Yi didn't use a razor at night, a little bit of stubble came out of his chin, and scratched his forehead, causing a series of strange itches.
"Tell me," he said, "what did you step on in the bathroom at night?"
Xun Yuming: "..."
The author has something to say: In about two or three (?) chapters, Zhuang Yi will know the truth.