Destiny is the most inscrutable thing in this world. There are many people, under the guise of fighting and inspirational, calling on everyone to rebel against fate.

And in fact, most people can't even understand what fate is.

Some people regard their family environment and conditions after birth as fate, and regard the behavior of the golden phoenix flying out of the ravine as a sign of success in resisting fate, but in fact, it is not, it is just the result of hard work.

Fate is not who writes a good script for people, every move of each person will have a certain impact on themselves and the world, even if it is small.

To die is to die, and to save others is to greatly increase the chances of others to survive.

Wang Ge has always been a person who does not believe in fate, until he learns that there is such a thing as the Grim Reaper and the Book of Life and Death in this world.

In fact, everything stipulated in the book of life and death cannot be said to be a complete fate, but only the length of time a person has survived in this world.

Moreover, the time in the book of life and death is not necessarily accurate. Because there are always accidents in this world.

Fate has always been in your own hands. Everyone has the right to decide what they want to do and what they don't want to do, and they must face the inevitable consequences of doing and not doing, which cannot be avoided.

What the king pigeon wants to do is to save Lan Xin from a terrible accident, so that Lan Xin has only three years left to live. And the result he has to bear and face is that the bet that may occur in three years will fail, and he will lose everything he has.

Of course, there are conditions to avoid tragedy - at two o'clock in the morning, he is driving an ambulance and speeding down the highway where only a few cars pass by, saving others.

Wang Ge thought carefully that saving Lan Xin and saving himself by saving others was already the best way. Fortunately, at that time, Xuzi's condition was to let him save people, not let him kill people.

If it is to transform into a god of death and recover other people's souls for Xuzi, then whether this bet should be carried out or not, Wang Ge still has some doubts in his heart.

Wang Ge returned to the convoy office and dropped the notebook, picked up the water cup and turned to leave, and within two minutes the ambulance was at the gate of the emergency department.

Cao Shan and Shen Hui had already been waiting there. Although Zhu Letian's appearance confused Wang Ge, nothing could stop him from moving forward, and he had to let himself forget all about it and quickly devote himself to work.

"Doctor Cao, I haven't finished telling the story of your red envelope last time. After Wang Ge reported to the city's medical emergency command and dispatch center with a walkie, he immediately drove the ambulance out of the hospital, turned on the switch of the siren and police lights, and said to the inside of the car.

"I've almost forgotten about that!" Cao Shan laughed twice.

Shen Hui seemed worried, but when she heard the story of Wang Ge talking about the red envelope, her eyes immediately widened, and she exonerated herself from her inner world.

The story doesn't have a beginning, so it's nice to hear the end.

"After you returned the red envelope, why did the chief physician at that time still talk about you?" Wang Ge hurriedly asked, this question had been lingering in his heart for a long time.

"That's the thing. At that time, the family member who gave the gift, the patient in his family was still in the hospital, and the operation was left in three days, so he sent a stack of money and wanted me to take care of it. The attending doctor told me that when a patient is given a red envelope, if the family is gracious, they must accept it in person. When the operation is successful and the treatment is over, it is not a violation to send the money back to the family. Cao Shan brushed the curly hair on his head and continued.

"You think, at that time, people must have wanted the doctor to make more efforts and the operation to be more serious. But the seriousness of our surgery has nothing to do with the red envelope, and we will do it well if we don't give money, and the family doesn't think so. If the money is returned at that time, the family will feel that their gift has not been delivered, and they will have no bottom in their hearts. If this matter reaches the patient's ears, it will also cause a certain amount of psychological pressure to the patient, and the state of preparation for surgery will definitely be affected. ”

Wang Ge nodded, and suddenly realized, it turns out that there is such a truth. "However, Dr. Cao, if the operation is successful, the family is happy, and they don't want to live or die when they pay back the money, what can they do?"

Cao Shan smiled again, "The magic is one foot high, and the road is one foot high." Generally speaking, doctors will directly deposit the money into the patient's treatment account in the name of the family, and when the patient is cured and discharged from the hospital, the treatment expenses are settled, and the deposit and balance are returned, the money will be directly transferred to the patient's card through the hospital's account. ”

"It's really rare to see a good doctor like you. Wang Ge sighed, China's medical environment and atmosphere are getting better and better, the state is strict, the masses are watching, what's the matter, most of the people who suffer are still doctors.

"I heard from my father that when my mother gave birth to me, she gave a red envelope to the doctor who was in charge of delivering the baby. The king pigeon muttered casually.

"Giving red envelopes is a tradition in China. In the old society, inviting Lang Zhong to come to the house to see a doctor, and inviting a midwife to come to the house to help give birth to a child, it was all unfortunate and laborious, especially the delivery, and the number of red envelopes was not much, but it was a joy and a lottery, and now I don't talk about that set. The red envelope is also a change of taste, and it feels a bit of a bribe. Shen Hui interjected. When she was in school, her course was also mixed with some historical processes of China's medical development, and the teacher at that time was very funny and talked about a lot of things, which impressed Shen Hui deeply.

Dongfeng Road Nanhu Provincial Exhibition Hall intersection is about seven kilometers away from the hospital, the distance is medium, not very far, plus the time is already more than two o'clock in the morning, the road is very, very few, the speed of the king pigeon in the city once reached 100 kilometers per hour, so it only took more than six minutes to arrive at the scene.

The location of the accident is a T-junction, a police car flashing red and blue alternating police lights parked in the middle of the main road, there are only two traffic police at the scene, one of them is still waving to the ambulance, because there are not many vehicles at night, and the accident is likely to end within two hours, so the scene did not pull the cordon, but placed around the accident around the red reflective warning signs to slow down the speed of the accident.

This warning sign was very useful, Wang Ge immediately slowed down, parked the ambulance on the side of the road, left the headlights, and got out of the car only to see a silver-gray sedan parked in the center of the T-junction, with double flashing lights, had turned off. The owner of the car was called to the side of the road by a traffic policeman, and the traffic police looked at the driver staggering, but there was no alcohol on his body, and he only showed his driver's license, but he couldn't take out the driving license, so he felt that there was a problem, and still took out the instrument to prepare to test drunk driving.

Wang Ge just took a cursory look, did not dare to delay any longer, came to the carriage to carry the trolley, and the group came to the traffic police.

"Comrade, what about the patient? Isn't it the master in front of you?" Wang Ge wiped his sweat, and felt that the wind in the middle of the night was still a little cold, and he couldn't help but zip up his uniform.

"The driver of the sedan is fine, the accident is a rider of an electric car, the person is in the ditch, we have just arrived, we just want to see what is going on with him, you guys are here, let's get people up together." The traffic police pointed to the green belt on the west side of the road.

Wang Ge looked at the place pointed by the traffic police, it was very dark over there, just near the green belt and construction, the workers dug a ditch for about 30 minutes where the trees should have been planted in the green belt, an electric car fell sideways outside the ditch, the front wheels have fallen, the back seat is deformed, the ground is scattered on the electric car plastic fragments, it seems that the electric car was directly hit into the ditch by the car.

Wang Ge and Cao Shan glanced at each other, and hurriedly pushed the cart to the side of the green belt.

Sure enough, a pale-faced man was lying in a ditch in the green belt, his shirt and jeans were covered with mud, but there was no blood, his left hand was holding his mobile phone, and his right hand was covering the back of his right waist.

There was no broken skin on his body, no bleeding, but Cao Shan felt that the matter was more serious. Skin breakage, soft tissue contusion, and even fracture are all manifestations of force decomposition after a violent collision, if this does not occur, then it means that the force of the collision must be acting on other places, it may be the brain or internal organs, depending on the patient's situation, it should be in the internal organs.

"Young man, what's your name?" Cao Shan checked the pulse of the arteries as usual, took out his stethoscope, and listened to the sound of his heartbeat and breathing.

"Take your blood pressure. Cao Shan turned around and ordered, and Shen Hui immediately took out a blood pressure monitor.

Before the man lying on the ground could speak, the king pigeon opened his mouth first.

"Lin Qing?"

"Ah, are you ......" As soon as Wang Ge shouted, the patient also opened his eyes, as if his stomach no longer hurt. He opened his eyes, leaned his neck forward, and could see the king's face through the faint lamp.

"You are the king pigeon!" Lin Qing was a little excited, and his voice became louder, which affected the injury in his abdomen and grinned in pain.

"Don't move, don't move!" Wang Ge observed the surroundings, except for a few of them, there was no one on the road, the Grim Reaper appeared now, it should be easy to be discovered, but there was no such sign now, he calmed down, walked a few steps forward, and squatted next to Lin Qing.

This Lin Qing, but his hair is small, classmates in elementary school and junior high school, although the relationship is not as close as Lan Xin, but the two have similar interests since childhood, they can also talk, and they have been playmates since childhood.

Since I went to high school, I have gradually lost contact, and after I went to college, I went to a different place, and everyone changed their numbers, and I couldn't find anyone anymore.

When Wang Ge first returned to Xiangsha, he attended a class reunion and went out to eat and drink, all of them were high school classmates.

"You're working in a hospital now, and this uniform is pretty handsome. Lin Qing said in a weak voice.

"You, what's going on?" Wang Ge was also a little surprised, it was really a coincidence, he didn't expect to take a car task late at night, and the injured in the traffic accident was actually his old classmate.

Wang Ge asked, Lin Qing immediately fell silent from the excitement, and his face became very serious. "There's something wrong with that driver!"