It was time to get off work, and there was some traffic on the way to the hospital. Tang Junhe was dazed with a fever, and he dozed off after a while, tilting his head and knocking on the car window, but he didn't seem to notice it.
When waiting for the red light, Yang Xuan looked back, Tang Junhe's face was flushed abnormally. Reminiscent of the temperature of his palms just before going out, Yang Xuan frowned, and said, "Jun He."
When the green light came on, he stepped on the accelerator to keep up with the slowly starting car ahead.
Tang Junhe quickly reacted, his eyelashes trembled, and he responded vaguely: "Huh?"
Yang Xuan felt relieved a little: "You will catch a cold when you sleep in the car, go to the hospital and sleep again."
Tang Junhe was silent this time, Yang Xuan glanced at the rearview mirror and saw that he was leaning against the car window and fell asleep again.
Yang Xuan called again: "Jun He."
Tang Junhe reacted again, still with the same vague tone, with some rising endings: "...huh?"
He was so burned that he couldn't hear anything, but he still had an instinctive reaction to Yang Xuan calling his name.
Five minutes later, Yang Xuan parked the car in the parking lot of the hospital, opened the door and jumped out of the driver's seat, got out of the car and opened the rear door, first carried Tang Junhe out by the waist, let him stand on the ground and lean against him, freeing himself He closed the car door with one hand, and picked him up again.
He hugged Tang Junhe and walked quickly towards the emergency department. Just as he walked up the stairs, he met Xiao Song who was coming down the elevator. Xiao Song had just finished changing shifts and was about to go home from get off work. When he saw Yang Xuan holding Tang Junhe, he was taken aback for a moment, then ran forward and asked in surprise, "What's wrong with Dr. Tang?"
She often worked with Tang Junhe outside her chest, Yang Xuan had some impressions of her, and said while walking, "High fever."
"Ah...the registration is here." Xiao Song ran to lead him.
Tang Junhe's face leaned against Yang Xuan's chest, and through a thin layer of shirt fabric, the high heat from his cheeks spread to Yang Xuan's chest, where his left chest was, and his heart began to burn hot until It hurts a little.
Went to the emergency department to check his temperature. Tang Junhe had a fever of 40.2 degrees, and he was a little confused.
At the turn of spring and summer, there were many patients waiting in the infusion room of the Department of Respiratory Medicine. The nurse finally vacated a bed. Yang Xuan carried Tang Junhe to the bed. bottle.
Xiao Song went to get a towel from his colleagues in the Department of Respiratory Medicine, soaked it in cold water, wrung it dry, folded it, and stuck it on Tang Junhe's forehead, straightened up and explained to Yang Xuan: "Combined with physical cooling, it will get better faster. .”
Yang Xuan nodded and thanked again.
Normally, Yang Xuan gave people a sense of oppression, but now his brows were slightly wrinkled and his face was stern, which made Xiao Song a little timid to talk to him. She took a chair from the side and moved it to the hospital bed: "Sit down... it will take a while."
"You sit down." Yang Xuan gave the chair to Xiao Song, sat down beside the hospital bed, and smoothed out a small lock of hair on Tang Junhe's forehead that was pressed under the wet towel. Xiao Song watched his movements in a daze. She was actually thinking that Dr. Tang's elder brother was very kind to Dr. Tang.
There are two theories about the relationship between Tang Junhe and Yang Xuan in the hospital. One is that they have a bad relationship, which is mainly from the cardiothoracic surgery department. Those interns who have checked with Tang Junhe all say that they have a good relationship. Will speak in such a strange tone? The other is that they have a good relationship, because someone saw Dr. Tang's brother come to pick up Dr. Tang from get off work several times. Lovers who have been together for many years may not be able to do this. How can the relationship be bad
Xiao Song was in a daze when he suddenly heard Yang Xuan ask, "How long has he been in your hospital? Two years?"
"More than two years, less than three years." Xiao Song came back to her senses and said, seeing that Yang Xuan was still looking at her, as if she wanted to hear her continue, she thought for a while and said, "Dr. Tang and I entered the hospital in the same year. For thoracic surgery, because of the old and new changes in the thoracic surgery that year, many new doctors came, all of whom have just graduated with a doctorate, the competition is fierce, there are few old people, and there are many newcomers, so the chance of being taken to the operating table is actually very small.”
Xiao Song said, fearing that Yang Xuan would be impatient, he secretly raised his eyes to look at him, and saw that he was listening seriously, so he continued: "A few old professors retired back then, and the number of papers in the department could not meet the allocation in the hospital. After the scientific research standards came down, Director Xue assigned projects to several deputy chief physicians and set rigid standards, but because the department also had a lot of operations at that time, several deputy directors failed to complete the prescribed projects later, and Director Xue was furious. Later It was Dr. Tang who just came to put out the fire temporarily, and he did four projects at the same time, all of which were published in SCI, plus the results of other people's papers, which made Keli meet the standard."
"Dr. Tang spent all day and night in the laboratory when he had no surgery, as if he didn't need to sleep. After that time, if Director Xue favored Dr. Tang again, no one dared to say anything." After Xiao Song finished speaking, he looked at Tang Junhe who was pale on the hospital bed, sighed and said, "I've never seen Dr. Tang so seriously ill. At that time we were all joking that Dr. Tang was actually not human. He is a fairy who is good-looking, doesn't need to sleep, doesn't get sick, and doesn't eat much, but he has done more papers and surgeries than the other new doctors." What she didn't know was that Tang Junhe It's not that he doesn't want to be idle, but he's afraid of being idle. Only when he's so busy can he have no time to immerse himself in his emotions.
Tang Junhe's illness was shocking. In the middle of the night, the high fever had not subsided completely, and he began to cough again.
He was trying to keep from getting sick before, his body was tense, and he was afraid that he would collapse if he breathed a sigh of relief. At this time, all the body functions were scrambling to go wrong, and he was pushed to have an investigation, and he was diagnosed with acute pneumonia, and he had another toss in the middle of the night.
Yang Xuan took the alcohol cotton ball sent by the nurse, squeezed his hand and dabbed alcohol on his palm. Perhaps because it was a little cold, Tang Junhe's fingers curled up.
After painting the palms and then the soles of the feet, Yang Xuan held his slender ankle, the night was very dark, the lights were turned off in the ward, the coin-sized poplar tattoo was actually not clearly visible, but Yang Xuan remembered it clearly Where it was, he stroked it up with his thumb, lightly pressed on that position, and heaved a long sigh for a while.
After painting the limbs, Yang Xuan threw away the used alcohol cotton ball and replaced it with a new one to apply to Tang Junhe's neck. Compared with ten years ago, Tang Junhe's Adam's apple is slightly more obvious, slightly protruding, hidden under the thin skin. When the alcohol cotton ball touched his Adam's apple, Tang Junhe's eyelashes trembled, he opened his eyes, and looked straight at Yang Xuan.
"Are you awake?" Concerned about the other people lying on the bed next to him, Yang Xuan lowered his voice very low.
Tang Junhe didn't speak, just looked at him. Just when Yang Xuan was about to get up to fetch water for him, Tang Junhe reached out and pressed the back of his hand. Seeing that he wanted to speak, Yang Xuan leaned over, propped the bed with one hand, turned his face slightly, his left ear was very close to his lips.
Tang Junhe raised his head slightly, his lips were almost close to the edge of Yang Xuan's left ear, he opened it slightly, but he didn't make a sound, maybe because he was exhausted, he quickly lay back, and retracted the back of Yang Xuan's hand the hand.
When Yang Xuan turned his head to look at him, he had closed his eyes again and fell asleep again. Yang Xuan supported the bed with both hands, lifted his upper body to look at him, touched his lower lip with his thumb, and rubbed it lightly twice.
Tang Junhe didn't fully wake up until the evening of the next day. When he opened his eyes, he was a little dazed at first, and it took a few seconds to realize that he was lying in the medical ward.
Yang Xuan is not here, only him. There were four extra beds in the ward, which seemed a bit crowded. Then he heard a noise at the door, and listened attentively to a few words. It was the patient who had quarreled with the nurse because of the lack of hospital beds.
He walked down with the infusion stand and asked about the situation. It was because the patient was unwilling to be arranged for infusion in the corridor, but the hospital's wards were indeed in short supply.
Tang Junhe thought for a few seconds, pulled a nurse aside, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Is this the only patient making trouble?"
The nurse said with a bitter face: "Well, it's not too long. After a few days, I guess there will be no room in the corridor." Internal medicine and surgery each have their own difficulties, especially respiratory medicine. At that time, medical troubles, large and small, emerged endlessly.
"For this one, give him my hospital bed." Tang Junhe said.
"How can I do that?" The nurse hurriedly shook her head and refused, "You are also a patient, Dr. Tang, there is no such thing as that."
"He made me have a headache. I'm going to the duty room for an infusion. You can arrange it quickly." After Tang Junhe finished speaking, he picked up the infusion stand and walked towards the duty room without waiting for the nurse to persuade him. Compared with the noisy ward, the duty room is cleaner. He really doesn't want to stay in the ward.
After lying down for a whole day, his whole body was soft and tired. He went to the bathroom of the duty room, washed it briefly with one hand, and then sat on the chair in front of the desk. Dusty turquoise blue. In fact, he was sober for a while last night, maybe because the alcohol applied to his skin was too cold. For a moment, he felt that he was back when he was a child. Tang Xiaonian applied alcohol to him, but when he opened his eyes, he saw Yang Xuan. When Yang Xuan bent down to him, he actually wanted to call him "Brother". But his voice was hoarse, he opened his mouth but didn't make a sound, he regained consciousness at the moment, remembered what he said ten years ago, so he closed his eyes again.
For some reason, after closing his eyes, he could feel that Yang Xuan was staring at him across the night, and the gaze that fell on his face seemed to be mixed with a very strong desire. For a moment, when Yang Xuan's thumb touched When it touched his lips, he thought Yang Xuan was going to kiss him.
Just as he was looking at the gradually darkening sky outside the window, there were a few knocks on the door outside the duty room.
"Please come in." Tang Junhe said, turning his face sideways.
There was a slight click of the door lock, and then the sound of pushing the door. Yang Xuan walked in with rice in his hand.
After entering, Yang Xuan raised his hand and turned on the light, and the dark room was immediately illuminated by the light of incandescent lamps.
"Fever gone?" Yang Xuan walked over and tested the temperature of his forehead with the back of his hand.
Tang Junhe didn't speak, he took out the lunch boxes one by one, opened the lid, and put them on the table. I took off a pair of chopsticks and started to eat, eating seriously, bite by bite. He is never picky about food, and what Yang Xuan buys are all his favorite dishes.
Only when he is full can he have the strength to speak, and he must finish the meal well. Yang Xuan leaned on his desk, looked down at him to eat, and went out after a while to fetch a cup of hot water.
Tang Junhe ate very quickly and finished eating in a few minutes. He put down his chopsticks, took a sip of water, and wiped his mouth with a tissue.
"I think-"
"I think-"
They spoke at the same time again, they always seemed to be like this, either neither of them spoke, or they bumped into each other as soon as they opened their mouths. This time it was even more coincidental, and what I wanted to say seemed to be the same.
Tang Junhe calmed down and said, "I should speak first this time." If he didn't speak again, he would lose his courage again. Something like courage, if you miss this moment, may disappear in the next second.
Yang Xuan didn't intend to argue with him, so he gave way: "Well, tell me."
"I want to ask you a few questions." Tang Junhe lowered his eyes and took a deep breath.
"You ask." Yang Xuan said.
Tang Junhe was silent for a moment, as if he had finally made up his mind, he said, "You still keep that dress."
Yang Xuan responded briefly and simply: "Yes."
Tang Junhe swallowed his throat, his voice that was a little hoarse due to illness suddenly became hoarse, and it took a lot of effort to say three words: "...why?"
"Because for me," Yang Xuan paused, his voice seemed very deep, pressing on Tang Junhe's chest, making him a little out of breath.
"It means a lot." Tang Junhe heard Yang Xuan say this. A voice appeared in his mind, telling him that this was enough, wasn't he waiting for this for ten years? And what Yang Xuan gave him now was already more than what he wanted. There are so many that he even feels a little heavy, they press down on him, as if they want to squeeze out all the bitterness of ten years.
Tang Junhe resisted not wanting to shed tears, he had cried enough these days, but all the water in his body seemed to pour into his eye sockets, with the bitterness coming out together, and then dripped down his jaw , seemingly endless.
Yang Xuan stood beside him, raised his hand to press the back of his head, pressed his face to himself, and gently rubbed his hair. His movements are very restrained, and his voice is also very restrained, as if suppressing strong emotions, so that his voice sounds a little hoarse: "What else do you want to ask?"
Tang Junhe buried his face in his body, cried and shook his head, and after a while he said in a crying voice: "Then you said that you didn't want to take revenge on me ten years ago." He wanted to hear him say that, even if it was a lie Humans don't matter.
Yang Xuan looked down at him, stepped back a little, and opened the distance between them. Then he squatted down, looked at Tang Junhe at the same level, spoke very slowly, and said seriously: "I will not keep something for ten years for revenge."
His eyes looked deep and focused, Tang Junhe turned his face away, tried his best to breathe steadily and said, "I'm crying like this, don't look at me like that."
Yang Xuan didn't look away, still looked at Tang Junhe and said, "Have you finished asking?"
"Well, it's your turn." Tang Junhe said, his voice full of steam.
"Okay," Yang Xuan said, "I only have one question." As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and gently straightened Tang Junhe's jaw, making him look at him.
His expression looked serious, Tang Junhe managed to sort out his emotions, and waited for him to ask.
"I'll accompany you back to Runcheng," Yang Xuan looked into Tang Junhe's eyes and asked, "Then let's start again, shall we?"