Xu Yanzhou raised his head, and black pepper sauce dripped onto his white shirt, leaving small black spots.
"Don't be obsessed with liking me anymore. I'm lucky enough to be a normal person. I have no interest in getting married and having children. My only pursuit now is to save more people."
Cao Anlan's ventriloquism of despair: How bad am I? My proposed marriage partner would rather run away overnight than marry me. The person I like has someone else in his heart and is thinking about saving everyone.
But I can't feel jealous.
Oh.
"Aren't you jealous?"
"I have six surgeries tomorrow. Are you...jealous?"
Xu Yanzhou raised his eyes and looked at Cao Anlan. She smiled freely, as if all the suffering could not bend her back.
"Not jealous."
"Ding-ling-ling~Ding-ling-ling~" The phone rang and Xu Yanzhou picked it up.
"Doctor Xu, a patient has arrived in the emergency room with anterior ankle dislocation and soft tissue damage around the knee joint..."
"The patient requires conservative treatment and needs your personal presence."
The doctor on the other end of the phone gave Xu Yanzhou some detailed instructions, and then hurried to urge the patient to come.
The car drove along, two cars weaving back and forth in the fast lane, the windows rolled outwards, the air whistled, carrying a hint of food smell, the street lights were hung high, looking inferior and weak.
White and gray are intertwined on the fast lane, like a funeral banner fluttering in the wind, soaked with tears and sorrow.
"Doctor Xu, emergency room."
The nurse pushed the patient in. The door of the emergency room was surrounded by doctors and nurses, all with different and serious expressions.
Xu Yanzhou's expression tightened, and an ominous premonition came to his mind.
"Song Xijiao?"
"yes."
My heart aches so much that my body doesn’t hurt anymore.
While the bones were being straightened, Song Xijiao looked out the window. The night sky was pitch black, as dark as spilled ink. The wind made the leaves rustle in waves.
A black moth flew towards the window and danced gracefully under the fluorescent light. Gradually, the color of its wings darkened and it turned into a mottled butterfly. It kept changing with the frequency of its trembling, and two words faintly appeared on its wings - Jiaojiao.
"Jiaojiao?"
"Um?"
"What’s wrong with you?"
"fine."
The first ankle dislocation was not cured and there were many sequelae. Xu Yanzhou suggested that it would be better to walk again after one month, and try to rest in bed and raise the calf to promote blood circulation.
Upon hearing this, Song Xijiao glanced at her feet. Oh, they were all in plaster!
It seems to still hurt.
"I don't have time to stay in bed. I have important things to do."
Xu Yanzhou frowned. This sounded like a threat from a patient in desperate pain.
"Pei Zhiting, don't tell my mother. Whether she knows or not, it won't change anything. Don't let her suffer the same grief for twenty-three years again. It's enough for me to suffer alone."
For a full seventy-five minutes, Pei Zhiting kept talking to her, and she was immersed in her own world. This was the first sentence she had spoken since entering the emergency room.
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Hairong called.
She wants to answer.
Not only do you have to answer the call, you also have to answer it as normal.
A big hand covered the phone. It was Pei Zhiting. She was in a very bad mental state. She was wearing his suit and covered with a hospital blanket, but her hands and feet were still as cold as stones taken out of an ice cellar.
Don't want her to answer.
The hands-free switch on the cell phone was like a drop of blood on the lips, waiting for her to press it lightly, and then she would never be able to turn back.
"Dad, no, I was so busy on my way home that I fell down. I'm still in the hospital getting my bones fixed."
"Why are you walking so carelessly? That hospital is not good. Don't go there for treatment. I'll find you a better one."
"Oh, Dad, it's really okay, don't worry."
"I'm glad you're okay, I'm glad you're okay, then you should rest first."
There was the sound of a lighter and a deep, mellow male voice on the other end of the phone.
"Um."
After hanging up the phone, Song Xijiao covered her head with the quilt.
"Song Xijiao, don't cry."
"Song Xijiao, don't cry."
"Song Xijiao, don't cry."
She took a deep breath, bit her lower lip, clenched her hands tightly, and burst into tears, unable to control herself anymore.
The inky black night sky, torn by the storm, is like a rag. The sky is struggling and the earth is shaking.
"How could it be her? If I had heard her, she would have come to confront me a long time ago."
Zhao Hairong smashed the box of sildenafil citrate tablets that Song Xijiao gave him on the table.
"She believed everything I said, even calling it a sleeping pill. I thought she'd grown up and become mature and calculating, but she's actually just like her mother. A few soft words can crush her pride and self-esteem."
There were only two people in the ward, and there were faint sounds of insults.
"What the hell is this man?"
"Scum."
"Scum."
"Worse than pigs and dogs."
“Go to hell!”
"Eat shit!"
Pei Zhiting hid under the quilt with her in the courtyard, and in the darkness she could feel emotions that she could not perceive under the light.
Her silent, suppressed, unbridled and wild cry was a cry of despair.
Like snowflakes in the cold winter, falling in the empty ward.
"Pei Zhiting, there are people in this world who are pure evil."
"According to the law of conservation of energy, there is pure good and there is pure evil, just as the world cannot exist without darkness, and just as we cannot exist without morality and rules."
“…”
4:44 AM, the shortest day of the year.
"Light, so, so cold."
"Cover, the, quilt."
"Um."
At five o'clock in the morning, Song Xijiao woke up with a start. Pei Zhiting, the tall man, was lying with her on the small hospital bed. The quilt was occupied by her, and he only had a small corner to cover his neck. She moved her arms, but was afraid of waking him up, so she moved to the side and covered him tightly.
She took her phone and sent a WeChat message to Zhang Yan and Yang Peifeng respectively.
She put away her cell phone, snuggled into the quilt, and hugged herself tightly, as if she was hugging the only warmth.
The alarm clock rang at 6:30 on time.
The nature of Zhang Yan's job is such that he is on edge 360 days out of 365 days a year.
Today, he didn't wake up early, which was a rare occasion. He attributed this to the power of love.
It has been a habit of his over the years to check his phone as soon as he opens his eyes.
This was the first time Song Xijiao sent him a WeChat message.
At seven o'clock, the girl at the nurse's desk had her eyes wide open like bells. She hadn't slept all night and was dozing off constantly. But when she heard Song Xijiao's name, she became perked up and all sleepiness disappeared.
"Song Xijiao? Is she the patient with a dislocated ankle last night? She is..."
Zhang Yan knocked on the door of the ward. Song Xijiao was already dressed and sitting in a wheelchair. Looking out the window, she saw two shrikes squatting on the branches of the magnolia tree, chirping.
Yang Peifeng solemnly handed the old phone that he had replaced with a one-click phone replacement to Song Xijiao. She took it calmly, then pushed the wheelchair and slowly came to Zhang Yan.
"Officer Zhang, the things in here may be able to solve your doubts."
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