The door of the courtyard house has been welded dead

The inpatient building of Jinrui Hospital.

Third floor, intensive care unit.

The air is filled with the smell of disinfectant, and the cold wind passes through the cracks in the windows and forms a draft along the corridor, which cannot be taken away.

In each of the small single-room wards, only through the glass on the door can one vaguely see the empty hospital beds inside, or the silent patients whose chests are still rising and falling.

Everyone walking up and down the stairs was in a hurry, with serious expressions on their faces. The doctors hung stethoscopes around their necks and followed the greetings as they went to and from the operating room and the rest room.

"Doctor Ding, you're up so early!"

The doctor who was going down the stairs saw Ding Qiunan carrying a thermos and a washbasin. With a kind smile, he nodded and said hello to her.

"Good morning, Mr. Pang, I'm going up here first!"

Doctor Ding, who was wearing a mask, couldn't tell whether he had a smile on his face. He lowered his head slightly and turned sideways to let him go down first.

When Ding Qiunan arrived on the third floor, he took off his mask. He smelled the familiar smell of disinfectant in his nose and sighed helplessly.

"Good morning, Doctor Ding, here you go again. Have you had breakfast? Do you want to bring you two steamed buns?"

The young nurse on duty at the nursing station also greeted Ding Qiunan warmly when she saw Ding Qiunan carrying a kettle upstairs when it was time to hand over the shift.

"Forget it, I'll go to the cafeteria to eat later. Xiao Zhang, has the water pump in Room 9 been hooked up?"

"Oh, Doctor Ding, don't worry, I'll hook him up at six o'clock, I'll go first!"

The little nurse who just came down the stairs hurriedly patted her chest and told her to do something. You should feel at ease. After seeing Doctor Ding's thumbs up, she hurried to the cafeteria to cook.

After resting for a while, Doctor Ding shook her right hand that was holding the thermos bottle. The bottle and the hot water were very solid and weighed more than ten kilograms, which really made it difficult for her.

Gritting his teeth again, he walked to the familiar ward, looked inside through the glass, and saw that the white cup still looked like it had been compacted last night. He looked a little sad, but he still opened the door.

The huge ward only had an iron bed, a flat black bedside table with a white body, and the rest was a trash can and a wooden stool, so it looked empty.

A glass bottle the size of a cheek has been hung on the infusion pole next to the hospital bed. There is about half of the liquid in it, and it is slowly flowing into the veins of the arm of the person lying on the hospital bed along the pipe.

The person sitting in the corner looked at Dr. Ding after entering the door. He didn't say anything, he just looked at her quietly. Maybe he was used to it after so many days.

"You go and eat, I'll give him a wipe!"

The man in the corner released his hands on his belly, nodded, and walked out without saying a word, and even closed the door.

Putting down the enamel basin and hot water bottle in his hand, Doctor Ding immediately looked at the infusion set, adjusted the flow rate, took out a rubber hot water bag from his arms, and wrapped the infusion pipe around the hot water bag for a few times. Then he put it under the white quilt.

During this period, when his cold fingers touched, Ding Qiunan lifted Li Feng's palm up, and then placed the hot water bottle under his palm.

Looking at the unconscious man on the hospital bed, Dr. Ding's eyes were full of sentimental tears. She really couldn't bear to lift the quilt. Even if she was a doctor, she couldn't bear to look directly at the scary knife edge.

The person on the hospital bed remained motionless, like a rag doll. No matter whether the liquid injected into the body was cold or warm, there was no reaction at all.

The pale young man seemed to have consumed all his energy and energy, drained all the strength from his body, and all the fatigue accumulated to the point of weakness after the explosion.

If he hadn't been breathing like a gossamer, he would have been pushed to the morgue on the ground floor long ago.

Silently pouring hot water into the basin, moistening the towel, and wringing it out, Doctor Ding carefully approached the hospital bed and wiped the face of the young man with his eyes closed tightly.

The aura exuded by this young man in a coma seemed to have a soothing effect on people who could sleep. For several days in a row, Ding Qiunan, who was sitting and reading next to him, always fell asleep without even realizing it. With.

After wiping her cheeks clean, the corners of Dr. Ding's mouth began to rise again. She would occasionally look at the other person's stern face quietly. It was precisely because she was sure that he would not wake up that the more she looked at him, the more familiar he became.

After careful observation, Dr. Ding's eyelashes trembled slightly and his eyes were fixed on his chin. The stubble had already grown out.

The little boy has a hint of an adult.

He glanced at the door with a guilty conscience and saw that no one was observing the ward. Dr. Ding bit his lower lip with his white teeth and rubbed the patient's face with his slender fingers, his eyes a little blurry.

It felt like I was back in that dormitory filled with the smell of alcohol, the tail end of spring, this face, and the feeling when my cheeks were so close to each other.

The stubble was like a needle pricking people's hearts, and Doctor Ding's eyes were a little twitchy. Why did this bad guy, such a heartless person, only tell her after he got married?

The fingers that were rubbing his cheeks pinched his cheeks in an instant. With his bulging cheeks and the fierce look in his eyes, Doctor Ding wanted to stab the man in front of him with a knife. He stabbed him more than thirty times, avoiding the vital points with the knife. .

In the end, it was still not screwed down.

Women change really fast, and they are indeed fickle animals.

"Qi, why should I compare myself to a dead person? I'm telling you, if you don't wake up and keep up with your nutrition, you will starve to death and your kidneys and organs will fail. It will be an ugly death!"

Doctor Ding turned around and took out a spoon and bowl from the bedside table. While talking to himself, he brewed the brown sugar and added the hospital's glucose into it.

Then he seemed to react, remembered something, and slowly turned around.

He tilted his head, stared at Li Feng's neck, and slowly lowered his body. The orchid-like breath came out of his mouth, and his lips were only an inch away from his neck.

"Isn't that right? Didn't your neck get injured before?"

Reminiscing about the incompatibility between the two of them when they first met, Doctor Ding smiled, walked around to the other side, and examined the palms that he had personally disinfected.

"Hey~!"

"Where's the scar?"

There is no scar on the neck, so that's it. The wound is shallower, but the wound deep into the bone on the palm of the left hand heals without a trace of scar. She has been a doctor for so long, and she has never encountered a patient without scars.

According to textbooks, scars are essential in the human body's healing process. This man broke her knowledge again.

It was so mysterious that the bowl of brown sugar water on the bedside table was no longer steaming. She was still studying Li Feng's palm, looking left and right.

"Dengdeng~!"

After the security guard opened the door, he saw this scene. Then he suddenly remembered something and knocked on the door that had been opened. It didn't matter whether he came in or not.

Doctor Ding, who was studying palmistry, had his eyes widened with panic. He stuffed Li Feng's left hand into the quilt and hurriedly turned around to get the brown sugar water.

"Hold him up a little, otherwise he will choke easily!" Dr. Ding, who was carrying his body, said calmly.

The look in the security guard's eyes was a little strange. Lying on the bed was this man. No, probably, I heard he was married. This doctor was doing blood transfusions and studying palmistry...

"Hmm~!"

When Li Feng's head was slightly closer to the bed rail and raised a little, Dr. Ding's expression returned to calm. He picked up the whistle and invited him to drink sugar water one spoon at a time.

"Did he get injuries to his neck and left hand from you before?" The security guard who was having breakfast shook his head. Although he was also from Beijing Station, he had no idea about Li Feng's previous injuries. of.

"I don't know. Is there any problem?"

"Oh, it's okay~!"

If it were someone else, Dr. Ding would definitely want to study it in depth. After all, the dermis was destroyed without leaving scars. This was already a breakthrough in her common sense. She would have to study it more or less, but if it was Li Feng.

Then, just forget it.

"When I met him, it was because of his first injury. He was very afraid of pain. When he applied the sterile tampon to the wound, he couldn't hold it down. I didn't expect that someone so afraid of pain would join you. In the team!”

As he talked, Doctor Ding remembered the scene in the Sixth Hospital when he was disinfecting Li Feng when he was crying and howling. He couldn't help but smile. He also thought of that corner in the machine repair shop where this unfaithful man bowed his head and kissed him.

Smiling, tears flowed down involuntarily, dripping into the bowl of brown sugar water, and then onto the eyelashes of the sleeping young man. Tears flowed down the long eyelashes and overflowed from the corners of his eyes.

"Feel sorry!"

Dr. Ding hurriedly continued to feed him the brown sugar water. Knowing that he had lost his composure, Doctor Ding wiped the corners of his eyes, sniffed and stood up again.

"It's okay. He has a lovable personality and can become friends with many people, such as...!"

The security guard pointed at the door. Doctor Ding looked up and found a man with a cloth wrapped around his head wandering at the door, never daring to open the door and come in.

When Translator Lu at the door saw the two people in the ward looking at him, he gritted his teeth and made up his mind.

"I'm sorry to bother you, but I am his comrade and I have been in the trenches!"

When he opened the door and came in, he was a little restrained and did not dare to look directly at the young man lying on the bed. He clasped his hands and said hello to Dr. Ding.

Translator Lu looked at the silent Li Feng out of the corner of his eye, feeling really uncomfortable.

If it hadn't been for him at that time, I'm afraid, I would have been lying on the hospital bed, or there might have even been a party at home.

He really regarded Li Feng as a comrade-in-arms, the kind who could hand over his back. Even though he had not drank a few drinks or boasted a few times, he still agreed with what this young man did from the bottom of his heart. .

"Will he die?"

Until he accepted the reality in his heart and felt that he was facing the young man in the hospital bed, Translator Lu opened his mouth and asked the question suppressedly.

"I don't know, but if you don't wake up, your body won't be able to hold on!"

The truth is very simple. If a person does not eat for a long time, his body will collapse if he only eats liquids.

"Our Gada has Changbai Mountain ginseng that lasts for tens or hundreds of years. Can we hang on to it? If possible, can I have it sent over there?"

There was unconcealable sadness in Translator Lu's eyes. Such a young life had saved him. He really couldn't bear to see him pass away like this. He wiped his nose and looked at Doctor Ding and asked.

"That's all, I'll send them a telegram. It's a waste to keep this thing at home!"

Seeing that Dr. Ding was silent, Translator Lu rushed out of the door, but was stunned for a moment after opening the door.

"Webmaster~!"

"What happened to my brother?"

Before Zheng Chaoyang could reply, Dalvi behind him grabbed Translator Lu by the collar and sprayed curry-flavored English directly on his face.

"He's inside!"

Pointing to the ward with a gloomy expression, Translator Lu turned his head away, not looking at Dalvi who looked anxious.

"Hey Mist Lee, I'm here to visit you!"

Hearing Translator Lu's words, Dalvi was overjoyed, pushed him to the door, and shouted carelessly inside.

Whether it was the security personnel inside the house, Doctor Ding, or even Zheng Chaoyang at the door, they all looked at this guy who was running rampant and didn't regard himself as an outsider like a fool.

"Hey, wake up, Mist Lee, I'm going home, don't sleep!"

Dalvi walked quickly to the bedside and patted Li Feng on Li Feng's cheek. It was not until the female doctor in white clothes looked at him with an angry expression that he realized something and his face turned dark instantly.

"You are a doctor, tell me, what happened to him?"

Seeing the young man who had not responded at all, Dalvi became anxious, waved his hands, and asked Doctor Ding loudly.

"Dalvi, don't do this. He's just tired. Let him have a good rest!"

Facing Dalvi who was in an angry state, Translator Lu grabbed him and slowly shook his head.

"NO, why is this happening? Why can't he wake up? This is not sleeping. You can't lie to me!"

In the end, it was Zheng Chaoyang who waved his hand, and the Beijing Station personnel who came behind him were able to control Dalvi.

"You all go out!"

After waving his hand and driving everyone out, Zheng Chaoyang moved a stool and sat beside Li Feng's bed.

When it comes to guilt, among all the people here, only he feels the most guilty. He feels as uncomfortable as being bitten by a snake or insect, and cannot express his inner feelings.

He thought of Li Feng's father-in-law and his eldest niece who was seven or eight months pregnant. Even though he had seen many separations of life and death, he would rather be lying here now.

"Should I say you did a great job, or should I say you had nothing to do and show off?"

The palms of his hands hit his forehead. Now Lao Zheng's heart is really in a mess. He doesn't know how to face his old friends after returning to the capital. They entrusted their son-in-law to him. That was trust. Now they are in this situation. .

Although Lao Huang remained silent on the phone, Zheng Chaoyang knew it all too well.

The question he asked, the empty room, and no one gave him the answer, Lao Zheng, who looked much haggard, let out a long sigh.

Outside the ward, Dalvi's farce is still not over.

Stretching out his arms, holding his legs, continuous FU*K, kept coming out of his mouth, without any dignity at all.

After closing the ward door, Lao Zheng looked gloomy and walked to Dalvi, who was still struggling.

"Are you willing to testify?"

Dalvi, who had been making a big fuss in the Heavenly Palace just now, stopped struggling instantly, blinked and looked at Zheng Chaoyang, clenched his fist and waved it hard.

"YE~!" (End of this chapter)