Sir, Please Conduct Yourself

While they were talking, they came out from the front door of the hospital, and a warm wind blew in front of them.

An ambulance came along the road at the entrance of the hospital. The red and blue searchlights lit up half of the sky. The harsh sound of the whistle just stopped. A large group of people rushed behind the ambulance and helped to lift the stretcher down.

Song dongrou stood aside, made way, and glanced at the bloody, unconscious man indifferently.

There was no unnecessary expression on her face, and her sharp tone was like a sharp knife, which instantly opened the sultry summer night.

She said, "I will not be soft hearted."

Song Yi gave her a meaningful look. After a long time, he said in a calm voice, "that's good, miss. You must understand that now is not the time to talk about those children's love."

Song dongrou bent her lips, "I know. Don't worry. If it's OK, I'll come here first today. I'll go to the company to get some information later. "

Song Yi habitually politely said, "I'll take you there."

"No more." Song dongrou gently waved her hand and refused, "I want to make a detour for a while."

Looking at Song Yi's twinkling eyes, she smiles and shows her white teeth. "I'm too tired today. I want to relax."

This reason really sounds impeccable. Song Yi didn't say much. He told him to "pay attention to safety" and left.

His back was covered with a faint smell of disinfectant, and quickly disappeared in a turbulent crowd.

The smile on song dongrou's face was blown away by the wind. She hesitated for a moment and finally looked back.

Just now, the seriously injured man had been pushed into the operating room by the wind and fire, but the bloodstain spread from him seemed to hit the floor in the center of the hospital hall like a heavy hammer.

Song dongrou murmured for a while, and her sight was involuntarily attracted by the bright blood color.

She gazed at the dripping bloodstain, which was gathered together by dots. Her eyes became more and more dim, and her eyes became more and more out of focus. She felt in a trance that some strange change might be happening to the unfortunate man who didn't know what happened just now.

He will no longer be a complete person, but a pile of strange organic waste.

Song dongrou clearly felt that his whole life was divided into two parts. Half of them felt sick and dizzy because of the bleeding wound of the stranger who came into sight. The other half was like a stray animal, looking at the scene in front of her eyes for no reason, and could not connect the dying life with the living people on the street.

She felt that consciousness was gradually breaking away from the body and returning to the moment a few years ago through the gap of time and space. It was the same scene. Under the white quilt, the withered fingers suddenly dropped down, like a broken twig.

She failed to grasp the hand at the last moment, and her thought of indestructibility was defeated in the face of sudden fear.

"Human consciousness is like running water. It changes all the time. Death is its final flow. Unless you can understand or control the whole process of a certain consciousness change, the life does not belong to you. Every change is a departure from your cognition."

"The only thing that doesn't change is the skin bag made of carbohydrates. Don't you have feelings for this skin bag like personifying the pork on the plate? It's a form of paranoia. "

"To be alive is an illusion created by the nervous system, a false self-consciousness."

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The pictures of many years ago and the words of the psychiatrist crisscross in her mind. One by one, the pictures go through the fault of memory and rotate repeatedly.