The door of the courtyard house has been welded dead

Winter in Shanghai is different from that in Beijing.

The cold drizzle made the air very humid. When you see the ancient buildings in Zhujiajiao from the sky, coupled with the continuous rain, it really gives people the illusion of returning to a small town in the south of the Yangtze River.

The Il-14, painted in gray and white, began to lower its landing gear as it approached the Red Bridge.

Yaqin, who was flying on an airplane for the first time, held her knees tightly with both hands. After shaking for a while, she let go with a pale face.

The person who picked them up had already arrived. After the father and daughter got off the plane, they did not leave the exit of the terminal. They were picked up directly at the tarmac by a waiting vehicle. This treatment was not even given to Li Feng and others when they first arrived. Didn't enjoy it.

It was still the black Volga sedan, but the passenger was replaced by the most familiar stranger.

Lao Zheng sat in the front, saying nothing, glancing behind him from time to time. When the person came in front of him, he didn't know what to say to his old friend.

The glass of the car window was splashed with raindrops. As the car body shook, it gradually slid down the glass. Huang Yaqin's fingertips slowly touched it and slid down along the traces of the raindrops, as if wiping away the traces of tears.

The Volga car braked slowly at the entrance of Jinrui Hospital. The difference from before was that the tattered car on the doorstep was no longer there. What was left was only a legend.

The Chinese New Year does not affect medical staff from continuing to stick to their posts.

When other industries and units are completing their year-end closing work one after another, they seem to be a little busier.

The red lanterns diluted the smell of disinfectant 365 days a year, adding a festive atmosphere to the hospital. The patients and doctors coming and going did not pay attention to the father and daughter who got out of the car.

Only when he saw the young woman's bulging belly did he cast a glance.

"follow me!"

After getting off the plane, this was the first thing Zheng Chaoyang said to his father and daughter. His voice sounded a little hoarse than what he heard on the phone. I wonder if he was busy with interrogation work recently, maybe he was a little angry.

The driver and security guard was carrying the suitcase, and in front of him was Lao Huang, who was supporting his daughter. It was not because it was difficult to go up the stairs, but because the daughter really couldn't hold it anymore.

The closer the distance, Huang Yaqin felt that her legs were getting weaker and weaker. Until the moment she saw Zheng Chaoyang stopping in front of the ward door and looking at her, all the strength in her body seemed to be drained away.

"Dad, I can do it~!"

Pushing away her father's arm that was supporting her, the stubborn little girl held on to the white wall and staggered to the door of the ward, staring blankly inside through the glass window on the door.

The door to the ward was pushed open gently, as if to scare the sleeping husband.

Covering her mouth, Huang Yaqin staggered to the hospital bed. Her tears could no longer be held back, just like raindrops outside the window, splashing out of her eyes.

"Li Feng~!"

She shook his unconscious arm with both hands, without getting any feedback, cruelly breaking her dream on the plane.

The bad guy in the dream touched her head and told her that she was fine, just like the shards of glass falling into the endless abyss of darkness.

"Wake up, I'm here to see you~!"

The wail, like a cuckoo crying for blood, resounded throughout the ward. Comrade Huang Baiquan, who was standing beside him, couldn't help but feel like a knife was twisting his heart at this moment, even though he had seen countless separations between life and death.

The scene when the man lying on the bed, carrying a bag of meat, walked into the house, was like a clip from a movie, unfolding in front of him, which made him breathless.

Old Zheng looked hopefully at the person lying on the bed, and his fingers clenched into his palms, leaving a deep mark.

But the accident did not happen.

The young man on the bed was still the same as before, with his eyes closed, facing the call of the outside world without any feedback.

Xiao Huang wiped her husband's clean face with her hands. He was much thinner than when they left that day. If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she wouldn't have believed that her husband would change so much in such a short period of time. "Clang~!"

At the door of the ward, the aluminum lunch box in Dr. Ding's hand fell to the ground.

In the lunch box, the big black chicken legs, together with half of the chicken body, came into close contact with the ground, and the thick white soup was spread everywhere.

The smell of disinfectant in the ward was instantly obscured by the strong smell of chicken soup, which was fragrant.

The choking sounds stopped suddenly. Everyone present, look at me and I look at you. The atmosphere was a little subtle.

Seeing the back of the woman in front of the hospital bed, Doctor Ding, somehow, like a young daughter-in-law who was caught red-handed after stealing someone, hurriedly squatted down and picked up the lunch box that fell on the ground, but was burned. .

When he was howling just now, Huang Yaqin, who had his mouth open and saliva in his mouth, turned around, blinked his eyes, and looked at Ding Qiunan in a white coat, his neck seemed to be strangled.

"I'll take care of it, doctor, you don't need to come!"

Seeing Ding Qiunan blowing her fingers in a panic after being burned, Comrade Huang Baiquan looked ashamed, picked up the broom and dustpan behind the door, and started doing the work like a family member.

"No, this is such a waste!"

Doctor Ding felt a burning gaze staring at him and did not dare to raise his head. Although he was upset that the chicken soup he had been simmering for a long time was spilled, he would not let the meat that fell on the ground go into the trash can.

This is a silk-bone chicken that was obtained with great difficulty.

"You, are you Ding Qiunan?"

Looking at the white coat squatting on the ground, Huang Yaqin let go of Li Feng's arm, looked at his face suspiciously, then stretched his head, bent down, and walked to the door.

Just now, the red rabbit's eyes looked like rabbits. I don't know when, but they have regained a trace of clarity.

Although her hair was a little short, Comrade Xiao Huang clearly remembered Dr. Ding's appearance. She had been to his wedding banquet and came uninvited.

"Hmm~!"

Lowering his head, carrying the big chicken leg, and putting the black-bone chicken back into the aluminum lunch box, Doctor Ding stood up and nodded generously, with a trace of annoyance in his eyes.

"I happen to be studying here. Unexpectedly, I met him a few days ago and was sent here!"

Doctor Ding flipped up his hair. When he saw Huang Yaqin's protruding belly, the corners of his eyes twitched. He lowered his head and looked at the lunch box in his hand.

Dad Huang, who was holding a broom and dustpan, and Zheng Chaoyang, who was holding the railing of the bed with both hands, looked at each other, and the two old guys sniffed gently.

The smell of chicken soup in the air disappeared at some point, and was filled with the smell of gunpowder.

"coincidence!"

Xiao Huang held his lower back with one hand and touched his belly with the other, sucked in the snot produced when he cried just now, walked half a circle around Dr. Ding, and then looked at Li Feng lying on the bed.

"Does he need stimulation to wake him up?"

"There is such a theory, but scientifically...!"

Before Dr. Ding could finish speaking, Xiao Huang had already walked to the bedside and rolled up Li Feng's sleeve, the same one she shook her arm with just now.

He used his old nose strength and twisted it up hard. (End of chapter)