"Wake up!" It seems to be a woman's voice.

Liang Shirong raised his eyelids vigorously, but saw a white sway. The ceilings and walls were white, as were the doors and window mullions, and everywhere they were white. He caught a glimpse of the woman, about seventeen or eighteen years old, with a white turban and a white blouse, and a white enamel plate in both hands. The old man beside her, with a white hat and a white coat, a goat's beard with white flowers, and only the tortoiseshell frame of the glasses on the bridge of his nose was black. The old man nodded, smiling, and had a pair of stethoscopes around his neck.

"Ten hours," the old man glanced at as he pulled out his pocket watch.

"What," Liang Shirong's voice was hoarse, wheezing, and very struggling: "What, ten hours?" ”

"From the beginning of the rescue to the moment you wake up, ten hours." The old man raised his right index finger, "You were sent to us by a nearby fisherman." ”

Liang Shirong felt that thousands of steel needles were piercing his whole body, and even his head and eyes felt stinging, he seemed to be bound by thick ropes, and every joint, every muscle and every nerve was cutting and burning. He listened, remembered, and thought hard, but still didn't understand what the other person was saying.

"Now, tell me," the old man looked at Liang Shirong, "what's the matter, how did you get here?" ”

"We, who are we?" Liang Shirong's mind was like a pot of sticky, tumbling porridge: "Here...... Where is it? ”

"This is Hanyang Hospital." The old man spoke clearly, "You obviously caught up with that storm, and it was indeed a terrible storm. Well, the pine trees here, the big ones, have been blown off quite a bit. Where did you go into the water? It's so dangerous, go down a little more, and you will go into the ocean to feed the fish! ”

"We ......" Liang Shirong became more and more confused the more he listened, "Who am I with?" ”

"You and the young lady."

"Which young lady?" Liang Shirong was weak, "You, your old gentleman ......"

"Call me Dean."

"Oh, Dean, I don't understand, I don't understand what you're talking about."

The little nurse whispered, "He's still weak, Daddy." ”

At this moment, a middle-aged woman wearing a white headscarf pushed the door and poked her head in: "Dean, that girl is burning badly and babbling, go and take a look." ”

"Okay." The old man took out his pocket watch and glanced at it, and said to the girl who was serving the plate, "Ah Fen, this patient will be handed over to you first." Check again, wash, change the dressing, and instill. Then, if possible, let him eat something. He's very weak, but it's not going to be a big deal. ”

"Got it, Dad."

"This is the hospital, the ward ......" Liang Shirong twisted his neck, and found that his body was covered with white bandages, cotton yarn and adhesive tape, and the smell of lysol, alcohol and iodine tincture floated everywhere: "Why am I lying here?" ”

"What's your name?" Ah Fen moved gently and unbandaged Liang Shirong.

"My name is Liang, Liang," Liang Shirong said vigorously, "Liang-Shi-Rong." ”

"The career of the officer, the easy Rong?"

"Yes, yes."

"It's a beautiful name, just like you." Ah Fen glanced at him, "So, that young lady is your daughter?" ”

"Miss, which miss?"

"Forgot all? No wonder, it hurt so badly. ”

At this moment, a small red dot suddenly flashed in Liang Shirong's mind, a small red dot that swayed in the storm and haunted in the crests and valleys of the waves.

"Ah, isn't it a girl in a red bathing suit?"

"Remembered?"

"That girl, not my daughter."

"Who is it?"

"No....... I don't know much. ”

"I don't know each other, how did we get together?"

"It's not just together, it's life and death!" The old dean stepped in again, inspected Liang Shirong's injury, and nodded: "Don't worry, it will be fine soon." ”

"Daddy," said the little nurse, "I asked for a name, and his name is Liang Shirong." ”

"The career of the officer, the easy appearance, the good name." While inspecting the injury, the old dean gently ** Liang Shirong's chest, back and arms muscles: "You are in good health, otherwise, you will be in a catastrophe." Oh, it's still that topic, you - what is the relationship between you and that young lady, how did you get here together? Ah Fen, bring a cup of coffee and put more milk and sugar. ”

Liang Shirong raised his upper body and sipped coffee, gradually recovering his strength and memory at the same time. After drinking coffee, he lay down again and began to narrate intermittently: from passing by in the 310 conference hall of the BJ National Convention Center, looking back, to drifting in the deep mountains and canyons, visiting and chatting in the Puning Temple, the eight temples outside the CD city, the Hanyang Gate going into the water, to the water in the Three Gorges Stone Square on the Hankou River Beach, talking about the storm, talking about the "little red dot" that flickered on the river, and talking about the surging flood alone......

"So you're her savior." After hearing this, the old dean sighed, "You don't know her very well, but you sacrificed your life to save her, and almost took your own life - admirable, admirable." As he spoke, he paused slightly, stared at the patient, and asked, "You just said that you are going into the water from Hanyangmen—do you know how far Hanyangmen is here?" It's 12 miles. You struggled and struggled for hours in the rough seas. ”

"I just did one thing that I could have done." Liang Shirong said, and suddenly remembered: "Oh, dean, what about her, that girl?" ”

"She's hurt worse than you. However, you can rest assured that there is no danger to your life and it can be cured. ”

"Thank you, Dean."

"When she wakes up, you should go see her." "No, you have to go see her—you must, understand?" ”

"Daddy," Ah Fen added, "that girl is so pretty." ”

"Yes." The old dean looked at Liang Shirong.

Three days later, Liang Shirong recovered significantly and was able to get out of bed. Looking out of the window, the hospital is surrounded by a bamboo fence, with green shadows swaying in the fence and dozens of ancient willows clustered around. Outside the hedge is a dark green pine forest, lush green. Liang Shirong asked Ah Fen "your surname". The little nurse pointed to the big trees outside the window: "Oh, that's the surname—"

"Liu, it's a good surname."

"When did you learn to speak as nicely?"

"It's true. Throughout the ages, there have been many talents surnamed Liu, celebrities such as Liu Kai, Liu Yun, Liu Mian, Liu Guan, Liu Zongyuan, Liu Gongquan, etc., legendary figures such as Liu Xia Hui and Liu Rushi, myths and legends have Liu Yi ......"

"Huh?" Ah Fen glanced at Liang Shirong again.

"May I ask your name?"

"Liu Rumei."

"Ouch, it's more beautiful." Liang Shirong admired, "It seems that your father likes Bai Juyi very much." 'Hibiscus is like a face and willow is like an eyebrow'! ”

"You must be a very learned scholar."

In fact, Ah Fen is not surnamed Liu or Yafen, originally surnamed Lin, and a plague in her hometown destroyed her hometown and almost all her relatives, and she became an orphan and a beggar at the age of three or four. Charities and church hospitals sent people to treat them. A doctor surnamed Liu took her with him when he left the affected area, and later became her adoptive father. In fact, in terms of age, Dr. Liu can be regarded as her grandfather. The old man had been practicing medicine in the church hospital, and his wife died of the plague and never married. He had no children, and only adopted Ah Fen after he was over half a hundred years old, and the father and daughter depended on each other. A few years ago, Dr. Yoo was sent by the church to Hanyang Hospital as the director, and he is the only doctor here.

Liang Shirong recovered quickly. On the morning of the fourth day, Ah Fen sent a knife to shave his beard: "Oh, shave every day." You know, you're already a fugitive. Then he handed over a clean striped suit, then stood in front of the window and looked out: "Dad said, give you the last treatment." ”

"I've recovered and don't need any more treatment." Liang Shirong was happy.

"Don't talk too much, come with me."

When stepping down the stairs step by step, Liang Shirong realized that things were not so simple, dizzy, weak legs, staggering, and fluttering all over. He thought, "Yes, it really needs treatment."

Hanyang Hospital is actually just a small clinic, with only a two-story building in the whole hospital. Liang Shirong's ward is on the second floor. Ah Fen led him downstairs, tapped twice on a hospital room door, and then pushed the door open. Sunlight shines through the window, and the room is filled with gold and pale green, making it both quiet and warm. Inside the house is a white wire bed, and a domed mosquito net hangs from the ceiling. A young girl in a striped dress was reading a book intently on a stack of high pillows, apparently not hearing a knock at the door. She was tall and well-proportioned, with plump and slender fingers; From the side, she has a pale, thin face and a high nose; Her long, chestnut-black hair was tied up at the back of her head, hanging straight from her shoulders to her towering chest like a ponytail......