"I don't read much, Uncle Policeman, don't bluff me." I smiled and didn't answer.

She continued, "Okay! Who told me to be soft-hearted, then reduce the difficulty a little more and give you five years of room to add or subtract, this will always work, right? ”

"Your heart is so soft, I'm afraid it's made of diamonds. But who called me an uncle, yes, then I won, is there a reward? ”

"And what reward do you want?"

"If I win, then you will often come to chat with me in the future, but I don't know if your boyfriend agrees?"

"I don't have a boyfriend, so what if you lose?"

My hanging heart finally became steady, and I said with a smile: "I will chat with you every day when I lose." ”

"Are you obviously a scoundrel, who asked you to accompany you?"

"And what do you want?"

"If you lose, give me a police uniform, how about it?"

"Okay, you can (police uniforms can be given away, but the markers must be removed)." I thought to myself that this sister still has a uniform fetish.

"Guess what, then." She had a look of aspiration.

"I guess Doctor Fire is fifty-two."

"No, how did you guess, blind?"

"Hold your chin and listen to what I have to say to you—it's not hard for me, maybe it's instinct.

Anyway, in life and work, I can always focus on the details of the people or things I see that are the least easy to find at a glance, but I need a premise, this person or thing must be the first time I have seen it.

It seems amazing, but it's also a drawback – visually I don't see the big picture. I'm not afraid of your jokes when I say it, I'm face blind. ”

Every time I talk about face blindness, I think of that embarrassing incident - when I was in school, I had a summer job, and after a successful interview, I met a co-worker during safety training.

After a few words of greetings and exchanging names, they chatted all morning, and they felt like they were seeing each other late.

After lunch, he went home, and he didn't see him again after going to work in the afternoon, but fortunately he met a co-worker who could talk, so he didn't get too bored.

When he was about to leave work, he answered a phone call, but the phone he used had a very special appearance. That was the second time I saw it, the first time it was from a colleague I was chatting with in the morning.

After the call from the co-worker I met in the afternoon, I suddenly remembered that I didn't know the name of the person, so I opened my mouth and asked, "By the way, what's your name?" ”

"Didn't I tell you in the morning? My name is Ma Feng. He said with a puzzled expression.

I didn't know how red my face was at the time, but I complained in my heart: what a weirdo, I have to change clothes in the morning and afternoon.

"I really have face blindness, is that next time I see you, you won't know me?" She asked, looking puzzled.

"That's not true, but if you change your outfit and walk down the street, and you're far away or you're wearing a mask or something, then I really won't recognize you."

"Masks?" She touched the corner of her mouth and smiled and said, "Oh...... You continue. ”

"When Dr. Huo first came in, because he was a little far away, just looking at his figure and the temperament he exuded, I thought he was in his thirties.

But as soon as he approached, I knew in his eyes that I was wrong.

When it comes to his eyes, it makes people shudder every time they see it.

There are only eight people like him recorded in Chinese history books - Yu Shun, Cangjie, Xiang Yu, Chong'er, Lu Guang, Yu Juluo, Guan Yu, and Li Yu.

This piqued my interest, and it was only through the observation of some details that I further confirmed my intuition.

Of course, these analyses are not intuitive and rely entirely on professionalism. And the hint you were confident about just now also added a lot of points to my guess, thank you! ”

"Humph! So what details do you see from that? ”

"What's this? Let's listen to the next breakdown. ”

"You think you're commenting on books, you tone my taste, and you don't like to talk about it." I was just trying to tease her, and I was about to open my mouth.

"Oh, by the way, it's time for you to take your medicine." She didn't seem to be in much interest, and that was a comfort to myself.

With that, she got up and poured a glass of water, then picked up the brown pill bottle on the bedside table, took a pill into the palm of her hand and stuffed it into my mouth, and then picked up the glass and helped me swallow the water.

I heard her say that there is only one medicine to take, and the rest of the nutrition, anti-inflammatory and other drugs are injected through drips with normal saline. When it comes to dripping, it was a common thing a few years ago.

Each hospital has a standard infusion hall, and most of the time it is full, and it is even more overcrowded during the high incidence of colds during the change of seasons.

Patients who need infusions are nothing more than colds, coughs, or headaches, hand pains, foot pain, etc. However, I once met a strange patient, a parent, to be exact.

One time I had a cold that caused a cough, and I took medicine for two days in a row, but the effect was not very obvious. My parents were in a hurry, so they dragged me to the hospital for an infusion, and forced me to say that the infusion would be good quickly.

I had no choice but to follow. Later, when I teased them about the Ministry of Health's ban on casual infusions, they only got an embarrassed smile.

When the infusion was about to end, a little fat man squeezed over me, probably to see that I was almost finished with the infusion and came to wait for a seat, chewing loudly with a mouthful of oil, and holding half a chicken leg in his fleshy little hand.

Next to him, a middle-aged man who was chubby (it should be a chubby father) wiped the sweat on his face with one hand and hung the infusion bag on the stand with the other.

Although he didn't eat in his mouth, he was not idle, and he was explaining to the old lady who had questioned him just now, saying that his son had a bad appetite recently and couldn't eat, so he came to hang some salt water to promote digestion.

Hearing him say this, I endured it a hard time, for fear that I would laugh out loud.

After helping me take the medicine, she walked to the end of the bed again, shook the bed flat, straightened up, told me to take the medicine on time, and turned away.

But after going out, she suddenly looked back again, smiled and said, "My name is Shuiyuan, and it is a cloud of three points of water and a white cloud." ”

This smile warmed my heart, and there was a sense of déjà vu in the haze.

"Shui Yuan." I stared at the closed door and repeated. suddenly remembered a poem by Du Fu "The Second Ethereal Shore":

Reverse the waves, fall and show a clear view. Fortunately, the boat is late, and I have to go through it to the fullest. The ethereal glow is steep, and the maple is hidden and steep. Youth is still selfless, and the day is also biased.

It can make the camp live in my home, and finally support the long howl. The miasma is not enough to worry about, and the soldiers are full of soldiers. Leave a grudge to the person, and be ashamed of the master. Return to the sail to covet the extension, and the best place to receive its essentials.