Qin Siting stayed in Japan for seven days. Every night before going to bed, she would talk to Shi Niange on the phone. During the day, when she missed him, she would reply to text messages as soon as possible. Although they were suddenly separated for so many days, at least the memory of that night made her It took several days for Shi Niange to recover. In addition, Qin Siting kept in touch every day, so Shi Niange's heart was not empty. Moreover, the clinic was really busy. Qin Siting was not here recently, so she was busy. I don't even have the energy to think about anything else.
That night, because she had already caught a cold, it was the first time.
In short, she had so much courage and courage to knock down the male god in the beginning, but the end result was that she was miserable all day in Dianze, feeling like she was going to be completely ruined.
Later, when he came to take her temperature, he found that she was still above 38 degrees Celsius. Although it had dropped a little, she still had a fever. So he watched her drink the antipyretic medicine and patted her again. Coax her to continue sleeping.
Anyway, she slept for a long time, and then she lay there almost without getting out of bed. She took a rare opportunity to act coquettishly, saying that she was hurting here and there. The two of them did not go to the clinic that day, and both rested at home. Qin Siting took care of her. He stayed with her all day long and brought all the prepared meals back to the room to feed her.
But she was really in pain at the time. Others said it hurt the first time, but she heard that some people didn't feel the pain. She thought she was the latter, but she didn't expect it to hurt so much that she almost cried that night. , holding back so as not to cry. At that time, Qin Siting could feel the tension all over her body, and he tried to relax as much as possible.
But it still hurts.
Who says it doesn't hurt
Therefore, some people appear to be polite, but in fact they are polite.
Just thinking about it makes me blush.
"Little sister, you still have my medicine in your hand. If you don't give me an injection, why are you standing here and blushing?" A little boy about fourteen or fifteen years old held a PSP game console in one hand and was already facing towards Her direction had been raised for a long time, waiting for her to give him the injection.
Shi Niange quickly came back to his senses, smiled at the child with an embarrassed look, looked down at the medicine bottle in his hand, confirmed the medicine and the name of the child before giving it to him seriously. I pricked my hand with a needle, then turned around and continued working.
Shi Niange was so busy in the clinic that she heard the old doctor say that every year around the Spring Festival, there were more people in the hospital than usual. Many of them had been busy for a year before going home, and then they were taken by their relatives for physical examinations and medical treatment. Furthermore, due to the weather, there are too many patients with colds. Small clinics are like this, and major hospitals are even more overcrowded. If you want to be a doctor, these will be the norm in the future, so you must get used to them early.
Her ability to accept is quite good, and studying medicine is her goal, so she is not afraid of hardship and fatigue.
But I always feel that I have dragged someone like Qin Siting, who should be in a shining position, into the medical industry, and I feel a little guilty.
In the evening, after returning home, Qin Siting had been away for the past few days, so she finally called Aunt Xiang over. Aunt Xiang curiously asked her what she had been eating recently. She originally thought that she had been living on campus and had not come back to live. As a result, she was called over today. When she came in to clean, she discovered that there were signs of people living there all the time. She was also asked if she ate takeout every day.
Shi Niange smiled and didn't tell him.
If it weren't for the fact that she was so busy and tired at the clinic these days, she would actually want to get into the kitchen and learn how to cook with Aunt Xiang. For example, she would really like to learn how to make scallion noodles.
But I don’t know if I can make it as delicious as Qin Siting’s recipe even if I learn it.
After the meal, Aunt Xiang cleaned up for a while and left.
Shi Niange was so tired that he didn't even want to take a shower, but he had been in the clinic all day and couldn't lie down without taking a shower. He went straight into the bathroom and took a long bath. When he came out, he blew his hair and looked at his phone. Si Ting will probably call her after this time. It is now past eight o'clock. The earliest call he made was at eight o'clock, and the latest call was at nine-thirty. The time difference between Japan and China is only one hour. , what time is it over there now
She looked down at the time, wondering whether he should call now or later, when suddenly, her cell phone rang.
The caller ID was not Qin Siting.
It's a number from the United States.
She quickly turned off the hair dryer in her hand and answered the phone.
I originally thought it was my mother who called, but it turned out that the person on the other side of the phone was not. After reading the content on the phone word by word, it was like a needle had instantly poked into Shi Niange's heart.
Her whole body felt as if she had fallen into an ice cave. She was cold from the top of her head to the soles of her feet. Her head suddenly felt as heavy as lead. She slowly put down her phone and looked at herself in the mirror until her vision became increasingly blurry. It became blurry, and hot tears suddenly fell, and she seemed to be waking up from a dream, startled by herself.
He suddenly raised his hand and looked at the phone that hadn't been hung up yet, which meant that everything was real and not a nightmare.
At Haicheng Airport, Shi Niange hurriedly walked in. She had just urgently booked a flight. Fortunately, there were still a few tickets left on the direct flight from Haicheng to the United States. When she arrived at the airport, she directly got her boarding pass, went through customs and went through security check. Her head was a little numb, and there was only one voice urging her to go to the United States quickly, go to Los Angeles quickly, hurry up, go see her mother, hurry up.
It wasn't until she got on the plane that the announcement reminded her to turn off her phone. She picked up her phone, looked at it, turned it off silently, and then looked at the night sky outside, her heart still hanging high.
More than ten hours later, the plane landed in Los Angeles, USA.
A hospital in Los Angeles.
Shi Niange got off the car and rushed over. He twisted his ankle as he ran and ignored the pain. He pressed the elevator up button frantically. Before the elevator stopped, he dived into the crowd like a loach and rushed into the elevator. I ran wildly in the quiet hospital corridor until I saw the figures of my relatives who were living in the United States sitting at the end of the corridor. I heard the doctor's voice faintly in my ears: "The conditions of the people endangered by this car accident. We are both very pessimistic. Of the two people you sent, the man in the cab was the least injured, but I am afraid it will be difficult to save his right leg. I am afraid he will have to rely on a wheelchair to walk in the future. As for the lady "
Shi Niange's head banged, and he ran over hurriedly, took the doctor's arm and asked: "How is it? How is my mother? Wasn't it already being rescued last night? Isn't she out yet? "
Seeing the little girl suddenly running over, the doctor was stunned for a moment, and then looked at her seriously because of the way she called "Mom", and then continued: "That lady was sitting in the passenger seat, and the vehicle was deformed at that time. The critical area is right there.”