For several days, the nursing home was calm.
But not long after the peaceful days, another little trouble came one after another.
At about nine o'clock in the morning, Yan Zhuo had just finished morning care with an elderly man and was about to go to the inpatient department. Just arrived at the door and had a face-to-face meeting with Nurse Qin who came down the stairs, and when the other party saw him, it was as if she had seen a savior: "Hurry up to the physiotherapy room on the third floor, two old men are fighting, and only the two nurses can't help each other." Stay here. I'll go to the leader first."
Looking for a leader? so serious!
Yan Zhuo instantly imagined a fierce battle of swords, lights and swords, and he ran up to the third floor.
When Yan Zhuo arrived, they had already ceased fighting, and the two old men occupied each side of the sofa, silent. There is a nurse standing next to each of them, who seems to have just been persuaded to fear another conflict.
Yan Zhuo looked around the room, and was surprised to see Song Yan not far away. He was sitting on a chair with his legs crossed, and for the first time there was an expression of listening to an opera on his face. He seemed to be smiling but not smiling.
Yan Zhuo was taken aback for a moment, he didn't expect to meet him here. They hadn't seen each other for nearly a week since the last bad breakup.
…
Judging from the current scene, except for the chair that was kicked down, everyone should be uninjured.
But think about it, the two add up to 150 years old. No matter how hot the temper is, no matter how fierce the character is, it is a bit difficult to splash the starting point of "blood".
He couldn't help but think of the fighting power of someone in this room...
There is really no harm without comparison.
Yan Zhuo picked up a chair and sat down, and asked chatteringly, "What's the matter? Grandpas."
"It's nothing," an old man wearing reading glasses snorted heavily, pointing to another old man who was bald and said, "He stole from me."
The uncle who accused others of stealing was surnamed Qi, and the one accused was surnamed Li.
Now that Uncle Li was accused of stealing, he stood up and said indignantly, "What did I steal from you? Where is the evidence?"
"You stole my radio!" Uncle Qi also stood up.
"It was given to me by Jin Jiao!"
"I gave it to Jin Jiao!"
…
Seeing that the atmosphere became tense again, it was almost like sharpening the knife in the next second.
Yan Zhuo hurriedly persuaded him in the middle: "Calm down, calm down—"
But the sparks between the two of them have already ignited, and if you don't pay attention, it will go all the way, and you can't calm down.
Seeing the situation getting out of control again—
Suddenly there was a "bang", a sharp and loud noise pierced through the room, like a pour of cold water pouring down, they stopped their fists that were about to be swung instantly.
Yan Zhuo glanced at the person who made the voice—Song Yan.
He just sat there with an aura that couldn't be ignored. Beside him are scattered vases in tatters.
Another huge sum of money. Yan Zhuo thought.
He let out a sigh, and the two old men slumped instantly, and both sat down slowly.
Yan Zhuo asked Uncle Li: "You just said that Grandma Jin Jiao sent you?"
"Otherwise?" As he said that, Uncle Li was about to stand up excitedly, but was held down by the nurse.
He said, "I didn't steal or snatch it. Someone gave it to me. I used it openly. There's nothing wrong with it!"
Uncle Qi spat at him, "Hey, let me tell you—you are in your seventies and eighties, so don't be ashamed and ashamed to say such unkind words."
"I..." Uncle Li stroked his chest, panting heavily, as if he was very angry, "You are young, you are two years younger than me, why are you so proud!"
Yan Zhuo's heart trembled, he was afraid that the other party would poke at him. He hurriedly said: "Grandpa Li, calm down, don't get too excited, this is just a misunderstanding."
"Misunderstanding? What is the misunderstanding? This is theft." Grandpa Qi said on the side, "Xiaoyan, judge me, do I own the things I bought with money?"
Yan Zhuo has a big head, and he is not a judge, how could he manage this kind of thing. The radio was sent around, and no matter what choice was made, it was biased.
"How about this..." Yan Zhuo suggested, "Uncle Li, why don't you return that radio to Grandma Jin. This way it will be returned to the original owner, and everyone will be kind."
Uncle Li frowned, and asked, "Why? If Jin Jiao gave it to me, it's mine!"
After that, he tried his best to cover the radio in his arms, as if someone would snatch it away.
Yan Zhuo couldn't hold back a "puchi" smile. As people get older, they become more and more childish. Uncle Li's expressions and movements are like those of a child who was robbed of delicious food when he was young, and he is quite cute.
But cute is cute, things still have to be resolved.
Yan Zhuo had an idea, took out his cell phone, and said seemingly unintentionally: "Well, I'll call Grandma Jin and ask her to come up, and say that it's because of her that you guys started fighting."
Uncle Li said: "Fart! It's obviously because of the radio!"
Yan Zhuo raised her eyebrows: "Okay... just say, it's because of her radio."
He deliberately emphasized the word "she".
Yan Zhuo has already dialed out the phone, deliberately showing it in front of the two old men.
Uncle Qi gave a "tsk" sound, and said in a deliberative way: "Don't worry about it, Xiaoyan, you need to trouble others with trivial matters." He paused, "It would be embarrassing to call this."
Yan Zhuo shrugged innocently, pointed to the radio and said, "But the culprit must always be solved."
Hearing this, Uncle Li quickly put the radio on the ground, and the treasures that were fighting each other just now turned into hot potatoes in an instant. He said: "It's solved, it's solved. I'll just return the culprit to Lao Qi."
As expected, Grandma Jin's name is really good, Yan Zhuo raised the corners of his lips: "Uncle Qi, what do you think?"
"I feel good… "
"That's fine," Yan Zhuo said, "Then this matter will be over again. You two should stop having conflicts over this radio and destroy the harmony and order here. If there is another time—"
He paused and threatened: "I really called Grandma Jin."
Uncle Li was impatient, waved his hands and said, "I know, I know..."
Yan Zhuo didn't say any more, he thought about it and suggested: "Then you guys shake hands and make peace."
It's fine to make peace, but we still have to shake hands... The two elderly men were too impatient to do this. Just clapping each other's palms, even if the conflict is resolved, when we meet each other again, we will still be a good man.
After putting down his hands, Uncle Li asked Yan Zhuo: "Is it alright?"
World peace.
Yan Zhuo said, "That's enough."
After dealing with the two elderly people, they left separately, and the room fell silent. Yan Zhuo walked up to Song Yan. He kicked the fragments of the vase by his feet and said with emotion, "You're going to lose money."
"Um."
Yan Zhuo asked, "Why did you knock over the vase just now?"
Song Yan said succinctly: "Annoying"
"..."
Uh, this reason is very Song Yan.
Yan Zhuo said in hindsight: "Actually, you can push down the stool, it's simple and rude, and you don't need to pay compensation."
Song Yan said lukewarmly: "There is a lot of money."
Yan Zhuo: "...does your family live in the Death Star?"
Song Yan frowned, not understanding what he was saying.
"Forget it, it's okay," Yan Zhuo said, "I want to clean up the pieces, will you go back by yourself?"
Song Yan asked back: "Otherwise?"
"Otherwise..." Yan Zhuo joked, "Otherwise I'll send you off."
Song Yan took it seriously, and immediately said: "No need."
Don't use it. Yan Zhuo thought, why hide so quickly, is he some kind of high-risk virus? ! Song Yan always avoids the kind that will be contagious as soon as he touches it.
So he said angrily: "Then you can go back by yourself, be careful on the way."
Walking is very insecure for the invisible. Because you never know what lies ahead.
Song Yan kicked and judged the location of the debris. Then he got up and walked to the other side, walking slowly with his blind stick on his back. When he reached the door, he suddenly turned around and said, "The money for the vase is directly recorded in the account, and it will be deducted together when paying the fee."
Yan Zhuo was picking up the pieces carefully, when he heard his words, he replied calmly: "Understood, young master."
After Song Yan left, the leader came late. The leader's surname is Gao, and his name is Gao Hongming.
Gao Hongming asked: "Where is the person?"
Yan Zhuo: "Let's go."
"solved?"
"Um."
It was a pity that Gao Hongming missed the live broadcast. He glanced at the room, stared at the broken vase and said, "Hey! The battle is so fierce?"
Can you speak more cheerfully? Yan Zhuo was speechless for a moment, then explained: "This vase was not broken in a fight."
"Break it yourself?"
"Artificial..."
"What?"
never mind. Yan Zhuo didn't bother to explain, he said, "The money for this vase—"
"It's all right," Gao Hongming said generously, "Taobao wholesales are ten yuan each, so you don't have to ask them to pay."
"Huh? That's right..." he said again, "I met Mr. Song when I went upstairs. He wasn't affected by the violence, right?"
"...not affected."
Yan Zhuo didn't have the nerve to tell him that the Mr. Song you're talking about is the violence itself.
Leader Gao Da nodded and said, "That's good, this is our big customer."
Yan Zhuo was curious: "Ah? Why?"
Gao Hongming didn't mind his many questions, and said, "Because the room he lives in is the most expensive. Besides, the column for the contact person is blank, so I presume that he has no one to take care of him so he lives in the nursing home, and his He must live here until his eyes are healed, and his eyes—" he pouted, "the cornea is hard to wait for."
Yan Zhuo asked: "So, his eyes still have a chance to heal?"
"Yes..." Gao Hongming rubbed his chin, "If you're lucky."
Yan Zhuo lowered his eyes, and suddenly thought of the lonely figure standing against the light when he saw Song Yanshi for the first time.
It was obvious that it used to be very dazzling, but it suddenly encountered an accident, and then faced day after day, year after year of torment and waiting.
And luck is the most uncertain thing.
He suddenly couldn't bear to think about it anymore...