The girl looking for Xiao Zhu is none other than the perpetrator of Lao Xia's "dragon hand catch" incident, who drove a BMW, and in the past few days, that girl has come to the neurosurgery department three times, and her admiration for Xiao Zhu is beyond words. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Lao Xia didn't expect that his small act would cause such a beautiful event, and he felt a little surprised and funny. Thinking about the big and small things that I have dealt with during my time as president, I can probably write a story about it.

In this "Storytelling", some stories have a very scary beginning, a very bland middle, and a very happy ending: a patient was hit by a car, and after treatment, he is fine; some stories have a very scary beginning, a very bland middle, and a very tragic ending: a patient was hit by a car, and after treatment, he died; and some stories have a very scary beginning, a very bland middle, and an even more tragic ending: a patient was hit by a car, and after treatment, he was disabled.

A story like this that is very scary at the beginning, strange in the middle, and unexpected in the ending, this is the only example. It can be regarded as adding a touch of color to this "gray story meeting".

Lao Xia "wrote" the story for half a year, in fact, the beginning and ending are beyond his control, as for whether the ending is beautiful or tragic or more tragic, it is also relative to the family. For Lao Xia and the doctors and nurses of neurosurgery, it is to do a good job of the "plain middle".

From the last morning meeting of the department director Xu Ping in 2003, it can be seen that this year, they did a good job in the "dull middle", which made the department leaders and hospital leaders very happy! Lao Xia was also very pleased, and the leaders were pleased.

At this time, Lao Xia was sitting at the table in the boss's duty room, taking stock of his 2003. It's not that I "wrote" a few stories, which have already been reported in the year-end summary. He took stock of the bits and pieces between himself and Xiao Chen.

Outside the window, it was not yet dark, all the shops were closed, and the empty streets were filled with the faint sound of firecrackers. The winter wind saw that people were all shut in their homes, and they were bored, so they had to play with the firecrackers that had been blown up on the ground.

Lao Xia took out his mobile phone and stared at the text message he sent to Xiao Chen last night: "Sleep, good night, kiss you." "On the previous text message, there were only the first four words, and last night I sent two more words. Lao Xia's palms were slightly sweaty because of these two words. I don't know what Xiao Chen will be like when he sees it? If he takes action again, what will Xiao Chen look like?

In the past six months, there is no guarantee of a one-time appointment per week. Every date is not cooking in the kitchen, walking in the park, or chatting in Lao Xia's dormitory. Every time, Xiao Chen always has endless words, Tang Qiong resigned, Xiao Dong chased Wang Ping, Xiao Ding stepped on the threshold of Jiuhua Mountain, etc., and Lao Xia couldn't find a chance to "talk down".

It's not that I can't find a chance, if it's someone else, let alone a kiss, I will do everything. But Lao Xia is really Lao Xia, not someone else. He always felt that this thing was sacred. You can't do sacred things in the kitchen; there are too many people in the city's parks, so it's okay to pull a hand and put a hug around your shoulder, and if you go further, you have to "be affectionate and stop at courtesy"; in Lao Xia's dormitory, there are only two people left looking at each other, but they can't just watch TV and chat, "a kiss" will go up.

If love is a glass of wine, it has to be brewed. Lao Xia is making wine now, and he wants to brew the wine that belongs to him and Xiao Chen until it is mellow and rich, and then drink it together.

While brewing, Lao Xia's door was knocked. Lao Xia thought that he must be seeing an emergency or rescue, so he quickly put away his thoughts and opened the door.

I saw that it was Xiao Chen, Wang Ping, Xiao Dong, and Xiao Ding standing outside the door. Lao Xia was really startled, what happened, these people stood outside the door like wooden stakes, were they going to die?

"Xiao Chen is here to celebrate your birthday, and we are here to eat cake. Xiao Ding's voice lit up, and with a wave of his hand, Lao Xia was pulled back from the "confusion". It turns out that today is his birthday, and today is the thirtieth year of the Chinese New Year's Eve, isn't it his birthday? Since his mother died, Lao Xia has not had a birthday, that is to say, he has not had a birthday since the day he was born.

Lao Xia, who had just come back to his senses, lost his soul again, excitedly. He had to watch in a daze as Xiao Chen put the lunch boxes full of vegetables on the table, and then let Xiao Ding pull him to the table and sit down.

"Xiao Chen didn't sleep much after the night shift, he just cared about cooking, Lao Xia, look at your blessing. Wang Ping smiled and walked out: "I'm still at work, call me when you eat cake." “

"How can you work the night shift and not sleep? Lao Xia looked at Xiao Chen with straight eyes, as if he hadn't woken up yet.

"Come, Lao Xia, Xiao Dong and I will also accompany you for the New Year and a birthday together!" Xiao Ding said with chopsticks.

"Xiao Dong is on duty, I know, why did you come to Corey too?" Lao Xia came back to his senses and said to Xiao Ding.

"Oh, my parents have gone back to their hometown, and I'm home alone, so it's better to be lively here, and there is a ready-made meal to eat. "Xiao Ding is right.

"That should be Lao Xia accompanying you for the New Year. Xiao Dong said solemnly.

"Be there for each other, be there for each other. Xiao Ding laughed.

"Yes, yes, we accompany each other. Lao Xia said.

This is Lao Xia's first birthday, this is the most lively New Year that Lao Xia has ever had in the hospital, and this is also the most meaningful year in Lao Xia's life.