Ten o'clock in the evening, the hospital corridor.
A tall man came from the end of the corridor and stopped in front of the door of the ICU intensive care unit.
He looked tired, and when he sat on the chair by the hallway, his body was no longer as straight as before. He leaned stiffly against the wall, but his eyes never took his eyes off the direction of the ward.
In the intensive care unit, the people on the beds were wrapped tightly all over their bodies, and they were filled with various infusion tubes, as if they were likely to leave this world at any time.
"Brother..." The voice in his throat sounded strangely hoarse. His deep eyes were bloodshot because of a long day's work. "You'll be fine, I believe you can survive..."
An Ze originally thought that after the thrilling last time, he was strong enough that he could calmly say on the phone like last time: "You think I should sit at the door of the intensive care unit like a fool Refused to visit those words, daze?"
But now, he is indeed sitting at the door of the intensive care unit like a fool, staring at the words refusing to visit.
He didn't want to leave at all, much less dared to leave. He was afraid that as soon as he turned around, An Luo would have an accident; he was afraid that as soon as he left, he would never see that person again.
It turns out that it is so easy to say calm words, but it is too difficult to actually do it.
The last time I was able to restrain myself from flying to the hospital to see him, it was just because there was an urgent task to be performed. As a soldier, I had to obey the orders of my superiors unconditionally. After Chengping confirmed that his brother had been rescued, he quickly packed up his mood and concentrated on carrying out the mission with his comrades.
But this time is different.
Seeing my brother lying in the distance, I wanted to rush over and hug him, but was suddenly separated by a chaotic crowd. It was only a dozen meters away, but it became unreachable. He shouted his brother's name hoarse. But there was no response.
At that moment, An Ze even felt that his heart stopped beating.
Otherwise, why is the pain like suffocation in the chest
Ambulances, hospitals, police interrogations, cacophony in my ears…
On a chaotic morning, An Ze didn't even know how he spent his time. He replayed the images of his brother falling in front of him again and again in his mind. An Ze wanted to jump in front of him to block all the damage for him, but in the end, But he could only watch helplessly as he was taken away by an ambulance.
Strong remorse and self-blame almost drowned Anze.
At this moment, in the dead of night, he finally calmed down, and then dragged his tired body back to the door of the ward and sat alone. If this is the most difficult time for my brother, An Ze just wants to accompany him silently outside the door.
Just stay with him.
***
I don't know how long it took, the mobile phone in his pocket suddenly rang, An Ze glanced at the caller ID, it was his mother's call, and the time on the mobile phone showed 11:30. Before he knew it, he actually sat here for a whole Hour.
An Ze answered the phone and heard Zhou Bizhen's calm voice in his ears: "An Ze, where are you?"
"I'm in the hospital," Anze said.
Zhou Bizhen frowned, "The doctor said that your brother is no longer in danger, and the intensive care unit can't enter. What are you still doing in the hospital? Come home quickly."
An Ze said: "It doesn't matter, I will stay in the hospital tonight. If my brother has an accident in the middle of the night and needs to have an operation, I can handle it in time here."
"Anze..."
"Mom go to bed early, don't worry about me." An Ze's voice had a stubbornness that could not be rejected.
Zhou Bizhen was silent for a moment, then hung up the phone.
After a while, Zhou Chengping in a white coat came over quickly.
Seeing him, An Ze asked suspiciously, "Chengping? What are you doing here?"
Zhou Chengping said helplessly: "My aunt called me just now and said that you were still in the hospital and didn't even eat dinner. I happened to have a supper I just bought there. Let's go and eat some together."
An Ze shook his head, "I have no appetite."
Zhou Chengping glanced at him, then looked back at the ward, and said, "Don't worry, An Luo is no longer in danger, it's useless for you to stay here, go eat with me, don't starve."
An Ze got up from his chair, walked to the window and looked in. In the ward separated by curtains, there was a person lying on the bed with wires from various monitors connected to him. Only a vague silhouette could be seen through the window. .
An Ze asked in a low voice, "Can I go in and see him?"
Zhou Chengping shook his head: "No, the intensive care unit refuses to visit him. He is in poor health now. If he gets infected, it will only get worse."
An Ze frowned slightly, "I've been following the recipe given by the nutritionist for this period of time to nurse him back to health. His health is much better, and logically it shouldn't be worse than last time..." Wei Wei paused and said doubtfully, "Bullet Where did you get shot?"
Zhou Chengping said: "I didn't do the operation, and I don't know either. It probably hurt important organs such as the heart and lungs. Otherwise, the icu would not have been sent."
An Ze said, "Find me a sterile gown, and I'll put it on and see him."
Zhou Chengping hurriedly said, "No."
An Ze asked: "Why not? Last time he was hospitalized, didn't his father also wear sterile clothes to see him?"
Zhou Chengping was silent for a moment before he said, "This time is different, this time is an order from the police. This afternoon, the leader of the special case team came over to greet the hospital leaders in person. Someone took the opportunity to assassinate your brother. Your brother is in the hospital. They must receive key protection, and no one other than the doctor in charge is allowed to visit, not even family members.”
An Ze still had some doubts in his heart, but was forcibly pulled away by Zhou Chengping, "Let's go, let's go to dinner."
***
That day happened to be Zhou Chengping's night shift. It was half past eleven. The patients in the emergency department ward were all asleep, and the light was very dim. An Ze and Zhou Chengping walked through the ward to the duty room together. There are two takeaways on the table.
Zhou Chengping took the magazine away from the sofa and said, "Sit down, I'm a little messy here."
An Ze looked around, nodded and said, "Well, it's very messy."
Zhou Chengping glanced at him helplessly, "You and An Yan are really two extremes, one is slick, and the dead can be called alive, while the other is serious and serious, never knowing how to say something nice to make people happy, so I said , the women chasing An Yan can form a long line, and you are still single."
An Ze interrupted him: "I'm hungry."
Zhou Chengping pushed the takeaway in front of him, "Let's eat it, beef rice for ten yuan, pad your stomach first, and then go to eat supper later when you are hungry. There is a shop selling porridge in front of the hospital, which is open all night."
An Ze nodded, took the disposable chopsticks, opened the box and started eating.
Since his brother's accident at the banquet in the morning, Anze hadn't eaten all day. He was really hungry in the evening, and he quickly solved a boxed lunch. Just because I was in a bad mood, I couldn't taste it in my mouth.
Zhou Chengping also finished his lunch, took it out and threw it into the trash can, then turned around and said, "Anze, you should go back, your mother is worried about you, and she called me so late to buy it for you. food."
An Ze shook his head, "No, I'll stay in the hospital tonight."
Zhou Chengping scratched his head: "However, there is no place for you to sleep in the hospital... Why don't you sleep in my duty room?"
An Ze said: "No need, I can't sleep even if I have a bed."
Zhou Chengping was stunned and sighed softly, "An Luo is really troubled. From childhood to adulthood, the situation has been constantly, and it has been a car accident, a kidnapping, and amnesia. Today, he was shot again, and it is really impossible to kill him. Xiaoqiang is the same."
An Ze frowned, "Don't talk nonsense."
Zhou Chengping smiled and said, "I'm right. Although there are always accidents, he can turn bad luck into good luck every time. Don't worry, this time is the same, he will get through it."
An Ze was silent for a moment, then suddenly said, "What do you think of the fact that he was plotted today?"
Zhou Chengping thought for a while and said, "The police are investigating, don't they say there are no clues? Do you have any opinion?"
An Ze said in a low voice: "I don't think it's that simple. The people who came to the banquet today, in addition to the family and friends of An's family, are the popular stars of the entertainment company. Grandpa was worried about the situation and sent people to strictly check the door. If you can't even fly in, why would someone sneak in with a gun?"
Zhou Chengping touched his chin and nodded thoughtfully, "That's true."
An Ze's eyes gradually deepened, "So there can only be one explanation, that is, there is an inner ghost in the An family, and someone secretly assisted, allowing the killer to sneak in smoothly."
Zhou Chengping said in shock: "Inner ghost? How is this possible?"
At this moment, the phone rang suddenly, Zhou Chengping took out his mobile phone and glanced at the caller ID, went to the door and picked up the phone, "Hey, big brother, do you have anything to do with me?...Professor Lin from the psychiatry department of our hospital?...I People who don't know psychiatry, wait a moment, I'll check the address book for you... "
Zhou Chengping's footsteps gradually drifted away, An Ze watched his back disappear at the end of the corridor, then turned around and walked to the computer desk and moved the mouse.
The screen lit up, and the hospital's medical record management system popped up on the desktop. Anze entered An Luo's name in the search box, and sure enough, he found a new medical record.
Admission time, June 17th at 11:00 am, the doctor who received it: Zhou Chengping.
"I didn't do the operation, and I don't know..." "Probably injured key organs such as the heart and lungs, otherwise the icu would not have been sent..." Recalling Zhou Chengping's words just now, An Ze couldn't help but wrinkle slightly brow.
Since Zhou Chengping is An Luo's doctor, that is to say, the moment An Luo was admitted to the hospital, he knew about the attack that happened today. An Luo is his cousin and his best friend. He should be very concerned about An Luo's condition, how could he not even know where the bullet wound was
Zhou Chengping, who insisted on the rescue last time and never gave up until the last moment, could not even explain An Luo's injury this time? This is so unreasonable.
Zhou Chengping, why did he lie
An Ze suddenly felt a strange unease in his heart.
It happened that Zhou Chengping took off his white coat and hung it on the hanger when he was eating just now. An Ze decisively took off his white coat, put it on himself, and then took out a disposable sterile mask from the drawer and put it on. With only one pair of eyes exposed, he quickly turned around and went out.
The hospital in the middle of the night was so quiet that you could hear needles falling.
An Ze walked quickly through the corridor in a white coat and went straight to the door of the intensive care unit. The nurse on duty was dozing off in front of the nurse's desk. Suddenly, a doctor appeared before the meeting. She couldn't see who was wearing a mask. The little nurse squinted to see who it was. After glancing at his badge, he said, "Doctor Zhou, is there anything so late?"
An Ze lowered his voice, imitating Zhou Chengping's tone and said, "Well, I'll take a look at the patient's condition."
The little nurse laughed, "It's really hard for Dr. Zhou to be on duty. He still sees patients so late."
An Ze nodded, walked to the door of the ward, took out the employee card in Zhou Chengping's pocket, and swiped lightly on the door. Sure enough, the door of the isolation ward was slowly opened.
An Ze walked into the ward and closed the door, walked quickly to the bed, and said in a low voice, "Brother, I'm here to see you."
The people in the hospital bed did not respond.
An Ze approached suspiciously, stretched out his hand and lifted the thick quilt—
Lying on the bed was not the brother he was worried about, but a model dummy made of plastic.