In a bar in the city, a man with glasses was in one of the corners, drinking glass after glass of wine, but the whole person was not intoxicated.

After getting a little drunk, the man went down directly with a sip of hangover medicine and continued to drink, purely for the sake of drinking...

"Dude, you've drunk enough, do you want to die while taking hangover pills and drinking at the same time?" the bartender said unceremoniously with a roll of his eyes.

"Mind me, bring me another drink...", the man in glasses waved his hand impatiently.

The bartender clasped his hands on his chest and stopped serving the glasses man, and at the same time said helplessly: "Drinking and making mistakes, you yourself were made like this by a drunken drunkard, you don't have to worry about it." ”

"I didn't come by car, so hurry up and serve me a drink... I can afford to pay, so many years of friends you don't even give me wine?" The man with glasses was a little hysterical, Sangkou, with the intention of going crazy on the spot, and the person sitting next to him stayed away from the man with glasses silently, and there was no way for a person in a drunken state to be reasonable.

"Yang Yue, I know you're in a bad mood, but this... There's no way to change it, you can't mess with yourself anymore, your body is the most important thing... In this world, there is not only the profession of surgeon, but also the profession of Chinese medicine..."

"Don't mention Chinese medicine to me, I'll be anxious with you if you mention Chinese medicine again!"

Yang Yue took out a wad of banknotes with an impatient face, and without waiting to find money, he directly checked out and left the bar.

The bar was still the same, singing and dancing, and the bartender brother looked at Yang Yue's back and sighed slightly.

"Life, how can it be so wishful..."

......

"That's right, Yang Yue... It's that Dr. Yang. ”

"It's a pity, Doctor Yang Yue..."

"Well, it's a pity, our genius doctor, because of an accidental car accident, his hand was injured and he couldn't use the scalpel anymore, and he could only be assigned to other departments to do chores. ”

"Shhhh ”

The white coat on Yang Yue's body hung crookedly, and his face was unkempt, and he looked like he was forty years old, especially the decadence revealed in his eyes, which made people not want to touch it at first sight.

Looking at Yang Yue, who was extremely decadent and depraved in front of him, as his colleagues, he expressed great regret on the surface, but in fact, there was still a little schadenfreude in his heart, after all, he saw the person standing tall fall down... And some people are quite pleasant.

In this regard, Yang Yue knew, but could not refute it, the fact is the fact, his hand was crippled, there was no way to operate, originally the most exquisite knife skills in the hospital, the most superb medical skills, and the promising Dr. Yang lost his proud hand.

Dragging his decadent body, Yang Yue came to his [independent] office, a place dedicated to chores and processing documents.

"Huh... It's another day like this. ”

Yang Yue put his legs on the table, without any discipline at all, smoking cigarettes and listening to music unscrupulously.

Anyway...

No one will come anyway...

Anyway, no one will come back, caring about him, the chief surgeon who has lost his hand.

"Here's what you're dealing with today. A bald, obese doctor with rimless glasses and a greasy face put down stacks of papers and sneered, "Sort these documents quickly, Dr. Yang." ”

The last three words were bitten very hard, they were said on purpose, and when they saw Yang Yue, there was no reaction, and the ridicule on the fat doctor's face was even more unscrupulous at this time, and he almost kicked his nose in the face.

The fat doctor also deliberately said with a look of pity: "It's a pity, the doctor with a bright future lost his qualification as a doctor because he saved a passing student... If your dad is still here, I'll be glad to be happy, oh sorry, I forgot that your dad went to become a monk, why did your dad become a monk, I'm curious, does it have something to do with your mother..."

Yang Yue didn't say a word, he directly picked up the chair and smashed it towards the fat doctor...

The sound of clattering quickly attracted people over, and they saw Yang Yue beating the fat doctors one by one to stop them.

"Yang Yue, stop me, do you still want our hospital to lose another chief surgeon, you..."

"He provoked me first!" Yang Yue said angrily, and the people around him pulled him.

"Anyway, it's just not right to do it, stop. The old dean looked at Yang Yue with a calm face.

At this time, Yang Yue looked at the old dean with an incredulous expression, the old dean who used to be very attentive to himself and regarded himself as a rising star, now convicted himself without even asking the reason...

"Forget it, forget it, I can understand Yang Yue's mood, after all, whoever encounters this kind of thing will not feel good, it doesn't matter, forget it. The fat doctor stood up with his nosebleed and said sincerely: "Brother Yang, I know that you are unhappy that I occupy the position of chief surgeon, but you also have to know, the hospital is understaffed now, if you hurt me... But there are still patients waiting for me, and I can't afford to lose time for patients to save them. ”

Facing the fat doctor with a [sincere] face, Yang Yue was silent for a moment, and finally chose to apologize, or he could only choose to apologize, this doctor who had been pressed by himself before, his skills were not good, and he came in through the back door, but now that he is not good, he immediately took his place.

The people who came to persuade the fight were scattered, and they all thought that Yang Yue was doing it himself, and they were looking for someone to vent, the disgust on their faces was overflowing, and the emotions they had stammered before were all gone.

Only the old dean, the old man who had taken care of himself, did not leave, and stood silently in front of Yang Yue.

"Old Dean, is there anything else you want to explain?" Yang Yue raised his head dejectedly, looked at the old dean, and didn't choose to defend anything.

The old dean was silent for a moment and then said, "Yang Yue, recently... You may be a little tired, I plan to give you a vacation, during this period, you take good care of your body, and hope that one day you can return to the operating table and continue to use your skills to treat diseases and save people..."

After a period of symbolic comfort, the old dean left the office, and Yang Yue was left alone in the huge office, very empty, without any anger at all.

Yang Yue knows that he has been marginalized, this is only the first step, the second step, the third step, and the last step is to take the initiative to resign, private hospitals will not support waste people, public hospitals will not want waste people, in short, waste people have no human rights.

"What's the use of me and people... Maybe if I have a thicker skin, I can eat here and wait for death, don't be ashamed, a good bastard life is like this, and I still want to cure diseases and save people, what a stupid person. ”

After Yang Yue finished laughing at himself, he packed up his things and planned to leave, but as soon as he went downstairs, he felt a trance in front of him, as if he had stepped into another place.

Myself...

Is it dreaming?

......

"It's strange, it's still morning just now, why is it night when you get here..."

Yang Yue wiped his eyes and patted his head, feeling that he was hallucinating after drinking too much wine last night, but everything in front of him was too real, and he didn't know if he was confused just now, or if he was confused in the morning.

The empty streets, the empty roads, the unique DJ sound of the night, the drunk people wandering around the streets, and from time to time there are speeding motorcycles speeding by.

It's a dream...

It's back to the dream that ruined my own place.

Walking on the street, Yang Yue recalled his life, because he had no parents since he was a child, he was always very inferior, because he was always bullied by rumors, he relied on hard study, was admitted to medical school, and became the youngest chief surgeon through his own efforts.

Until one day, my life was ruined because of a car accident...

"Damn, I actually dreamed of this hellish place, Lao Tzu's life is really not smooth, it has been like this since I was a child, I don't have what others have, I don't have what others don't have, what am I? God is really unfair to me... Haha!

Yang Yue, who felt that he was in a dream, scolded angrily without scruples, day by day...

"Fusheng Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, the world is so wonderful, but you are so irritable, this is not good, not good. Li Yun appeared in front of Yang Yue holding a [Iron Mouth Divine Calculation] sign.

Looking at Li Yun Yang Yue who appeared, he wiped his eyes, and muttered with a confused expression: "Bah, I obviously haven't seen this person, why is there this person in this dream..."

After thinking about it for a while, Yang Yue didn't think about it anymore, he felt that everything was possible in his dream anyway, and it was interesting, so he came to the booth of the iron-mouthed god and sat down, and said with a playful face.

"You said that you are an iron-mouthed god, why don't you calculate with me?"

Yang Yue heroically handed over a hundred-yuan bill in his wallet and put it in front of Li Yun with a big grin, anyway, it was in a dream, and it was nothing to pretend to be a generous tyrant.

Li Yun accepted the hundred-yuan bill with a smile on his face...

"Ding, congratulations to the host for successfully tricking an incense money. ”

Can the Taoist priest's matter be called deception? Li Yun really wanted to correct the system's approach, but the important thing at the moment was Strange in front of him... Strange Bo... Dr. Yang Yue.

"What does the layman want?" Li Yun said with a smile.

"I... Do whatever you want, you can count anything, as long as you can do it. Yang Yue sat weakly on the chair next to him.

Li Yun pretended to take out a piece of turtle shell, swaying from side to side, it really looked like that, and soon, he put down the turtle shell in a hurry.

"In the near future, you're faced with a choice, a choice that will affect your life, and in the meantime, you'll have three minutes to choose whether to do it or not to do it, it's a very serious question..."

Faced with a life choice...

What kind of choice did Yang Yue know, he was waiting for a while, and he would meet a student in a trance crossing the street, and then he stepped forward and pushed the student away, blocking the impact of the car.

From then on, he was no longer the doctor who was on the operating table, but a poor worm who was kicked like a ball.

"A big decision in life... Hehe, you're really right, if I could do it all over again, I definitely wouldn't do that, and my life would have become a mess, blaming that student and the drunk driver, that person was hit and killed MMP, I'm sure..."Yang Yue had an angry expression on his face, and he frantically grabbed the pier on the side of the road with his feet.

As soon as he kicked it, the pain welled up in his heart, and the tingling touch made him almost scream.

"Damn, why does it hurt so much in my dreams..."

"Because it's not a dream. Li Yun's figure gradually disappeared, and he indifferently left a sentence: "Start a new life, you have been reborn at the time of the original choice, make a good choice, don't do things that you regret..."

After speaking, Li Yun disappeared directly, leaving only the stunned Yang Yue pinching his face and muttering.

"I... I'm living in a dream? No, it's a real touch... Am I born again? am I really born again?"

At this time, Yang Yue squeezed his hands, feeling a burst of surprise, coming back, his hands, the hands that allowed him to dominate on the operating table, came back...

I met the gods and was reborn, is there still such a good thing in this world?

Just as Yang Yue was thinking about how to fix the fat doctor, a rickety Buick car drove out of the alley, and at the same time, there was a student in a school uniform, who was crossing the road in a daze, his eyes were blank, and he didn't seem to have any energy.

"Grass! There's a car! Get out of the way!"

Yang Yue reminded loudly that the student did not react, exactly the same as that night, and then suddenly remembered Li Yun's words just now, an important turning point in his life.

If... If you don't lend a hand.

If... Ignore it and leave directly, saying a pitiful thing about this kid like the chicken-eating crowd who will come to watch next.

If...

If...

"Grass..."

The body moved faster than thinking, even though Yang Yue regretted it to death, but his body still moved, rushed to the middle of the road in a swooping position, and hugged the student down.

The car slammed into Yang Yue's body solidly, and due to hesitation for a few seconds, this time the part of the collision was even more bad, but it hit directly on the body.

Luck will never favor the same person twice, last time he just lost his hand, Yang Yue felt that he might have to lose more things now...

"Am I going to die... And because of their own stupidity... Hehe, he said that he wanted to stand by and watch, but what really happened in front of him was when it seemed like he couldn't really ignore it. ”

Yang Yue laughed at himself, even if he chose to start over, the result would not change anything.

Yang Yue, who was quietly waiting for death with his eyes closed, did not feel the pain of the car crashing.

When I opened it, it was still a familiar street, the entrance of the hospital, and the scene of the day.

"Sure enough, I'm still dreaming..."

Yang Yue laughed at himself, and as he spoke, a voice accompanied by a smile came.

"Fusheng Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, sure enough, you still haven't chosen your own hands. ”