Seeing the assessment report, Xun Yuming immediately went to the intensive care unit.
Before Qin Xueyan woke up, the corridor outside the ICU was crowded with visitors. Zhuang Yi stood by the wall, lowered his head slightly, and was talking to a man in an iron gray shirt beside him.
Originally, Xun Yuming came to Xingshi with resentment to inquire about his crimes. Seeing the crowd, he didn't want to be surrounded inside, so he had to go outside the isolation gate and send him a text message.
He took out his cell phone and opened his contacts, only to realize that he didn't have his phone number at all. The last time I texted him was when I just graduated from university, but I didn't expect that it would be eight years since I contacted him again.
Eight years ago, if someone told him that eight years later he could not even find the number to send a message to Zhuang Yi, he would definitely find it ridiculous. And during these eight years, he refused to contact Zhuang Yi, so that even this emotion was delayed for eight years, and it was not until today that he dug it out from the bottom of his heart.
He sighed, most of the grievance and anger that was originally full of him suddenly dissipated. Finding out the business card given by Dean Chen earlier, with Zhuang Yi's number on the back, Xun Yuming sent him a text message.
- I have something to ask you, I am at the gate of the ICU. Find Yuming.
After half a minute, Zhuang Yi replied to him.
-I don't have time right now. Is there something urgent
Xun Yuming glanced in again, the group of people were talking together, Zhuang Yi held a little girl with curly hair and big eyes in his arms, with a gentle smile on his face.
There are many relatives in his family, and Xun Yuming has heard about it for a long time. When they were in college, the genetics teacher asked them to make a pedigree chart of family members. Xun Yuming's family tree had only two shabby leaves, while Zhuang Yi's entire A2 paper could not be drawn.
His great-grandparents were members of the first batch of overseas students who went to the UK, and they have relatives at home and abroad. The grandparents had seven sons and five daughters after their marriage. These twelve aunts and uncles have their own families, and each of them has an average of two children. Including the adopted ones, they can't count with their hands and feet.
Zhuang Yi's cousins and cousins add up to no less than twenty-five, not to mention his grandfather's family also has two uncles and an aunt, and his parents gave him a sister...
Sometimes when these people got together, even he himself would murmur. It is common to call relatives by the wrong name when seeing relatives who don’t see each other often during the holidays.
Xun Yuming has never experienced the atmosphere of their big family. He grew up with his grandfather, and there are very few relatives in the family. Even if he has, he will not associate with their grandparents.
Grandpa was a very lonely person. When he was young, he was squeezed out by villains and persecuted. His wife was separated and his spirit almost collapsed. After this incident, the already taciturn grandfather became more and more withdrawn, and even Xiao Xiaoming learned from him that he was a bit rigid.
Xun Yuming saw his mother for the first time in his sophomore year of high school, and he still doesn't know what his father looks like. He rarely has friends in his life, only his grandfather and Zhuang Yi.
Eight years ago, even Zhuang Yi was gone.
He walked to the glass door, only one step away from the hustle and bustle in the corridor, but there seemed to be an insurmountable barrier between them.
"let's talk tomorrow."
When Zhuang Yi received the message, he wanted to ask him what was the matter, but the little niece in his arms was making a fuss, so he ignored it.
Xun Yuming walked to the window and saw the hospital entrance was bustling with people, not long after, a group of people surrounded Zhuang Yi and walked out. In the empty corridor, the draft blows from time to time, and it feels like autumn has come earlier this year, and it is already cold in August.
Before leaving, he went around the ward again, and the corridor disappeared, leaving only the two female nurses hired by Zhuang Yi sitting on the recliner and gossiping.
Xun Yuming looked at the time, four and a half hours had passed since the end of the operation, if the situation is good, maybe Qin Xueyan will be able to wake up tonight, if the situation is not good...
While he was in a daze, Cen Ji came over with the pathology report first. Xun Yuming looked at it and listened to him say: "EMA is positive, S-100 is negative, the tumor is benign, that's right."
"But it's been more than four hours, and the patient shows no signs of waking up." He was half talking to Cen Ji, half talking to himself.
"Hey, why are you in a hurry." Cen Ji stood in a "big" character, propped one hand on the wall, and put one hand on his waist, and said, "Aren't there people who wake up in three or five days?"
Xun Yuming frowned slightly, shook his head and said: "This patient is relatively young, with good physical fitness, and her tumor is small, not too deep, and the operation was successful. It stands to reason that she should wake up soon."
Surgery has risks, and he is only afraid that the risks will befall Qin Xueyan this time.
"Everyone's physique is different." Cen Ji was quite optimistic. "Don't worry, you might wake up tomorrow morning."
Xun Yuming returned the pathology report to him, and said as he walked: "You are on the night shift at night, help me keep an eye on the situation here, be sure to record the pulse and blood pressure every hour, and remember to observe the pupil changes more , let me know immediately if something happens. Call me no matter how late it is. "
"I know Master." Cen Ji said repeatedly, "Go back to sleep quickly, it's almost seven o'clock."
Xun Yuming was upset, so he didn't pursue his "Flying Bridge" address, packed his things and went home.
He rested the next day. Last night he was thinking about Qin Xueyan and about the psychological evaluation. He tossed and turned all night until the early hours of the morning before falling asleep. After waking up, there was still no good news, so I asked Yuming to check the time, and it was only 2:30 in the afternoon, so I went to Zhuang Yi's house with the evaluation results.
After getting out of the taxi, he pressed the bell twice, and a gorgeous woman came out to answer the door. She was wearing a scarlet dress and her feet felt windy when she walked. Fortunately, Xun Yuming was wearing glasses, otherwise she would have thought it was a hot chili pepper coming towards him.
"Hello." She walked through the flowers and asked, "Who are you looking for?"
A strong smell of perfume came over his face, Xun Yuming took a step back subconsciously, "Excuse me, is Zhuang Yi there?"
"Zhuang Yi?" The woman looked him up and down, saw that he was wearing a half-new white shirt and jeans, holding a folder in his arms, looking like a poor student, and sneered, "What do you want from him?" Is something wrong?"
Seeing her uncomfortable, Xun Yuming frowned and asked, "Is he at home?"
The woman hugged her shoulders, smiled contemptuously, stepped forward and stopped him at the door: "Which university are you from?"
Xun Yuming was blocked by her, and the folder fell to the ground unsteadily, and suddenly became irritable: "What does it have to do with you? Can you control it? I'm here to find Zhuang Yi."
"Heh." The other party scoffed, squinting his eyes and said, "Are you quite arrogant? I said you guys are still shameless? Are all college students like you now? Jump up?"
Every family in this villa area has a yard with low fences. In the afternoon, there are many people sitting outside to enjoy the shade. Her voice was high, and she yelled a word, which attracted the attention of passers-by, and the neighbors who were doing good things all looked this way.
The old man in the opposite house shouted across the street: "What's wrong, Cong Huan?"
"It's okay, Grandpa," the woman stared at Xun Yuming, and said angrily, "Here comes another shameless one!"
"Young man, let's go, you can't quarrel with her, she is amazing! You say you are young, you can do something wrong, listen to grandpa's advice, go home." The uncle shook the cattail fan, talking to the neighbors He murmured, "This time this time I looked pretty honest, but I never thought that a little boy would do this even if he didn't learn well."
"That's right." The neighbor also said, "Look at such a big and handsome guy, why doesn't he walk on the right path!"
Under everyone's watchful eyes, Xun Yuming was so ashamed that he had nowhere to hide. He wanted to argue with them but didn't know where to start, so he turned and left.
Cong Huan didn't let him go, grabbed him, and said, "I tell you, Mr. Zhuang already has someone in his heart, and he is more than a hundred times stronger than you. Don't dream! Let your skinless and shameless classmates save yourself from the trouble." Save your energy, don't come looking for it to be unhappy!"
Xun Yuming broke away from her hand, and walked down the mountain with big strides.
Cong Huan refused to let go, and yelled at the street corner with his hips crossed: "Come back next time, I will scold you one by one. Don't be afraid, let's go to the academic affairs office of your school and talk about it, so that your teachers and principals can see it!"
Xun Yuming held his breath in his heart and had nothing to say, and said to himself: "Hmph, go to America and talk about it!"
He didn't eat breakfast or lunch, and was humiliated again for no reason. He was dizzy and just wanted to find a place to rest. Just now, I was just walking without looking at the road. I turned the corner of the street and found that there was not even a taxi nearby.
When he was at a loss, a black SUV suddenly came to the intersection.
Xun Yuming hurriedly beckoned, wanting to take a car down the mountain. The car stopped slowly on the side of the road, the window was down, and a little girl's head poked out, calling sweetly: "Brother."
"Are you...?" Xun Yuming looked blank, seeing Zhuang Yi coming down from the cab, he suddenly realized: This girl is the one he held in his arms yesterday.
The incorruptible man is not free to eat, and he was scolded bloody by his family just now, so Xun Yuming didn't want to ride in his car, now he doesn't feel dizzy or blurred, he picks up his feet and walks away.
Zhuang Yi hugged the little girl, whispered something in her ear, and said, "Go."
"Then what good am I?" The little girl smiled slyly and asked with her head tilted.
"I'll buy you abalone crisps, and go to Linshi to buy handmade ones." Zhuang Yi patted her butt and urged, "Hurry up, we're going far away."
The little girl nodded with satisfaction, and ran towards Xun Yuming tremblingly, shouting as she ran, "Brother! Wait for me, brother!"
Xun Yuming stopped, turned around, the little girl ran forward panting, and said, "Brother, I want to treat you to dinner, okay?"
Zhuang Yi put his hands in his pockets, leaning against the car door, and seemed to be smiling from a distance.
Xun Yuming knelt down and asked the little girl, "What's your name?"
"My name is Abby." She looked like a doll, her eyelashes were longer than Xun Yuming's, and she spoke like a child, "You look good, let's be friends."
"Did Zhuang Yi teach you to say that?" Xun Yuming picked her up and took out two sugar pills for vaccination from his pocket. "You tell brother, brother will give you candy."
Afraid of revealing the secret, Abby looked at Zhuang Yi, then at Xun Yuming, hesitated for a long time between the abalone cake and the sugar ball, and said in a low voice, "Then give it to me first, and then I will tell you."
Xun Yuming opened the paper bag and fed her one. Abby pursed her lips and said with a smile, "Brother, if you hug me over there, I'll tell you."
"Ghost spirit." Xun Yuming smiled helplessly, carried her back, and handed her over to Zhuang Yi: "Give it back to you."
Zhuang Yi still put it in his pocket and didn't pick it up, "She wants to treat you to dinner, I don't care."
Xun Yuming opened the car door, put Abby on the passenger seat, and said, "I'm leaving."
"Wait." Zhuang Yi collected his expression, chased after him and asked, "What exactly are you looking for?"
Xun Yuming didn't say a word, and he said again: "Come back with me first, your face is pale, you must faint by the side of the road when you walk down the mountain." He pulled him back, couldn't help but stuff him into the rear compartment, sat in the driver's cab, and started the car. the car.
Seeing that the two of them were silent, and the atmosphere in the car was awkward, Abby sighed: "It's too difficult for me."
Being teased by her, Xun Yuming bent his lips and fed another sugar pill into her mouth.
When the car arrived at the door of the house, Cong Huan was still talking to the neighbor's uncle on the street. When he saw Xun Yuming get out of the car, he immediately raised his eyebrows with anger: "Hey, you're not finished, are you?"
Seeing this posture, Zhuang Yi understood instantly, and quickly pulled her away and said, "Cong Huan, this is Dr. Xun, my friend."
"… what?"
Cong Huan's eyes widened, "He...is Dr. Xun? The Dr. Xun you want to introduce to my dad?"
"It's him, my college classmate." Zhuang Yi nodded. "He went to school early, skipped a grade, and looked young."
"..."
Rubbing his hands on the skirt, Cong Huan stepped forward and stretched out his right hand to Xun Yuming: "Yes... I'm sorry, Doctor Xun. Just now I mistook you for... Forget it. Anyway, I admitted the wrong person, I'm sorry."
Xun Yuming turned to the beginning, and didn't intend to shake hands with her at all, and said calmly: "My number has been queued for a year, and even if the gods come, I won't be able to get in the queue. You should find someone else to see a doctor."
"Don't, don't, I didn't mean it just now. My dad has been talking about seeing you for a long time." Cong Huan looked at Zhuang Yi, who spread his hands and signaled "I can't help it."
After a moment of stalemate, he said: "You go back first. I have something to do with Dr. Xun, and we can talk about seeing a doctor in two days."
Cong Huan stuck out his tongue, shook hands with Abby, and went to the garage.
Zhuang Yi hugged Abby to open the door, took Xun Yuming into the room, and explained: "Cong Huan is my student and helped me feed the cat. She is a bit irritable, don't be as knowledgeable as her. I didn't know her two days ago. Be careful to provoke two college students, she is fighting for me."
A few days ago, Zhuang Yi gave a speech at the University Student Association, and donated a sum of money as a scholarship for poor students. Unexpectedly, among the students listening to the speech, there were two boys who fell in love with him at first sight. After they asked for his business card, they would run to his house every now and then.
Zhuang Yi poured a glass of orange juice and handed it to Xun Yuming: "Let's go out to eat?" He then told Abby: "Didn't it be cold, go and wear your little cloak."
Xun Yuming put down the folder and said, "I have something to ask you, it won't take long, I'll be leaving in a while."
"Ask here?" Zhuang Yi pointed to Abby who was walking towards the guest room, "She's hungry too, it's already afternoon. Let's talk about something to eat."
He went to the kitchen to pack some groceries, and asked Xun Yuming to hold Abby: "Help me watch her." He went to drive by himself.
Xun Yuming saw that what he brought back home were kettles, water glasses, lunch boxes, etc., and guessed that they were for Qin Xueyan. Remembering that there was no news from the hospital until now, he said: "The time when everyone wakes up is not certain, maybe Tomorrow morning, maybe in a few days, Aunt Qin..."
"I'm not in a hurry." Zhuang Yi drove out of the community, stopped the car at a red light, looked at him in the central rearview mirror and said, "You don't need to be stressed, I believe in your ability. Whatever happens...it's not your problem. "
Xun Yuming and him in the mirror looked at each other for two seconds, then turned away. Looking at the setting sun outside, his eyelashes drooped slightly, and he said, "I shouldn't have this operation."
The car just drove into the Binhai Tunnel, Zhuang Yi's face was hidden in the shadows, his expression could not be seen clearly, only a faint voice asked: "Why? Just because I am the ex you talked about eight years ago?"
Doctors do not operate on their relatives and friends to avoid personal feelings from affecting objective judgment. But the premise is that there is emotion. What else is there between them? Now there is nothing.
"It's not just for this." Xun Yuming knew that he was overly worried, but he couldn't control it. "I have only been in the hospital for two months, and three patients have not woken up. At this time, I don't—"
"Your causal relationship is reversed." Zhuang Yi interrupted him, turned the steering wheel in his hand, and entered the coastal road.
The sky is getting darker and the sun has melted half of it into the sea. At this moment, the sea surface is extremely magnificent, as if a paint dish has been overturned, pink, white, orange, red, blue, green and purple are all rendered together, colorful and eye-catching.
Without squinting, Zhuang Yi stared at the winding road ahead, and said, "It wasn't because of you that the patients didn't wake up. On the contrary, it was because of you that those patients who had no possibility of waking up had a glimmer of life." .”
Because he is Xun Yuming, terminally ill patients will come here especially for him. And because he is him, those hopes that should not have been ignited.
"Those people signed a consent form before the operation, and they are willing to risk their lives. They are not afraid of failure. What are you afraid of?"
Zhuang Yi parked the car by the sea and went to an open-air restaurant. The wrought-iron fence on the shore is wrapped with light strips, and the tiny light flickers, falling into the two rows of irises and turning into dewdrops.
The waiter led them to the vacant seats on the side, Zhuang Yi opened the wicker chair for Xun Yuming, put Abby in the child seat, and sat opposite to order food.
Xun Yuming didn't come here for dinner, and he wasn't in the mood to enjoy the sea breeze with him here. He cut to the chase and said, "The results of my psychological evaluation have come out. I just want to ask you, why don't you let me go? I will tell you again and again." That said, I'm not drinking too much!"
Zhuang Yi didn't let him go through this kind of formality, probably on purpose.
After thinking about it, he felt that the problem must be the wine. Xun Yuming regretted it to death. If he had known that he hadn't told him about his drinking that day, he would have told him a lie, so why would he be in such trouble today.
"I didn't say you were drinking too much." Zhuang Yi shook off the napkin, spread it on his lap, picked up the spoon and said, "On the contrary, you always emphasize that you don't drink too much. Isn't this because you feel guilty about drinking yourself?" Performance? Because you have a guilty conscience, you use this method to keep convincing yourself that drinking is okay."
Xun Yuming was blushed by what he said, and he tried to argue: "Why am I guilty? I didn't do anything wrong, so why should I be guilty?"
"Yeah, you have done nothing wrong, why are you guilty?" Zhuang Yi shook the small silver fork in his left hand, but the piece of fried salmon on it did not fly out, "That's the problem."
"I didn't." Xun Yuming was the center of what he said, so he could only refute for the sake of refuting.
He turned his face away to look at the sea level, and said: "You say that my mental state is unqualified, which means that I am irresponsible to my patients. You are insulting my professional ethics and ability. You... you are too much. "
According to Zhuang Yi's understanding of him, it is obvious that he is really too much for someone with such a temper to say "you are too much".
Not everyone, at every stage of life, has the courage to face his own heart.
Zhuang Yi looked up at him, picked up the fishbone for Abby, and said, "I'm just telling the truth. It's my duty to make an objective assessment of your mental state. Do you think I didn't do it to you on purpose? Just because of the past personal grievances? Then you are also insulting my professional ethics and ability."
Xun Yuming was startled when he heard the words, got up and said: "I have to go."
The Italian rice in front of him hadn't touched a mouthful, it was already cold. Zhuang Yi wiped the corner of his mouth, took a small black paper box from the waiter, and said, "I'll take you home."
"No need." Saying the refusal, Xun Yuming felt that he was so naive again, and added: "You want to go back to the hospital, I'll go back by car."
Zhuang Yi didn't seem to hear: "Abby is not full yet, wait for her for a while."
He used Abby as a restraint, Xun Yuming had no choice but to bite the bullet and sit back, the two of them looked at each other speechlessly.
A quarter of an hour later, Abby finished her meal and said to Zhuang Yi, "I'm treating you, please pay for me."
Zhuang Yi smiled, settled the bill, fetched the car, and opened the door for the two of them. Xun Yuming carried Abby into the car, and went back to the hospital dormitory with him in silence.
The car stopped at the gate of the community, Zhuang Yi turned off the engine, and the surrounding immediately became quiet, and none of the three people spoke.
It was already dark, Xun Yuming stared at a group of flying insects under the old street lamp for a long time, opened the car door, and finally asked him: "Do you really think I drink too much?"
Zhuang Yi opened the glove box and took out the cardboard box packed in the restaurant to him: "I've said it many times, I don't think you have a problem with alcoholism. Although you are not alcoholic, you are indeed using alcohol to relieve anxiety and anxiety. Fear, and obviously you feel guilty about it, which adds to your anxiety."
With one hand on the steering wheel, he looked sideways at Xun Yuming: "You need to receive psychological treatment, this is my professional opinion."
Xun Yuming lowered his head and asked him: "Then will you give me psychological counseling?" Dean Chen probably meant the same thing, he guessed.
"No." Zhuang Yi shook his head and glanced at the time, the nurse was about to leave work. "I'm going back to the hospital first, good night."
His car drove away, but Xun Yuming was still standing there in a daze.
Whenever he thought they had reconciled, Zhuang Yi could always bring them back to a polite distance with one word. This should be considered a good thing, after all, Xun Yuming didn't want to get too close to him.
But Zhuang Yi refused to give him psychological counseling, and it was too soon after he performed a craniotomy on Zhuang Yi's mother. Intellectually, Xun Yuming doesn't think that Zhuang Yi owes him favors, but emotionally, he still can't help thinking that way.
He still didn't sleep well that night, intermittent dreams tore him back and forth between the past and the present, and he didn't escape the nightmare until the phone rang.
Xun Yuming touched the mobile phone on the bedside and pressed the answer button. A calm voice came from the receiver, seeming to be in a hurry: "Master, come to the hospital quickly!"
The author has something to say: Today two chapters are combined into one chapter, hey, please comment.