On the day Song Ci recovered, it was rare that he didn't go crazy, and the whole person was calm and talking, not at all like a person who had just recovered from a serious illness.

That morning, after examining him, the doctor announced that he could be discharged.

Song Ci has been here for half a year.

Half a year, six months, more than one hundred and eighty days.

He sat in a hospital bed all day long, and almost never left the room, except for the necessary tests.

"Congratulations on your recovery." Tang Sinian peeled an orange for him and handed it to him, "Brother, you can go home." ”

His name is Song Ci, brother.

Song Ci looked at him, silent, and his eyes were dark.

I don't know when it started, Tang Sinian's mouthful of Song words became a sentence of "brother".

He would say when Song Ci was in a happy mood: "Brother, I heard a story today, let me tell you about it." ”

He would say when Song Ci was lifeless: "Brother, spring is coming, there are a lot of flowers blooming in the garden of the hospital, I will take you to see it in the afternoon." ”

When Song Ci was most emotionally broken, he would choke up with tears in his eyes and say, "Brother, the squad leader is still waiting for you, you have to persevere." ”

Tang Sinian used his attitude and patience towards children to face Song Ci, who was already an adult, even older than him.

He had the utmost patience to deal with his brother, who had the temperament of a baby.

On the day Song Ci was discharged from the hospital, Zhao Yue held a bunch of sunflowers and led all the students of the second year of high school to visit him in the hospital, but these fifty students, except for him, were missing the girl with a mole on the corner of her mouth.

"Brother Word!" Zhang Tangyuan threw himself directly to the side of the bed with a basket of fruits, put the basket on the ground, hugged Song Ci and cried directly, "My brother Ci!" I'm going to miss you if you haven't come to school for so long, why are you so careless! ”

Song Ci was speechless, and after exerting a little strength, he pulled his arm out of Zhang Tangyuan's arm, "Tangyuan, are you underwhelmed!" ”

Hearing his words, Zhang Tangyuan cried even louder, "Woo woo... It's been a long time since I've heard my brother scold me, my brother is still the same indifferent brother, it hasn't changed! ”

Song Ci: "......"

Xin Yu walked over from behind and slapped Zhang Tangyuan's head, "Dead Tangyuan, if I don't look at you for a while, you will be gone!" Good guy, this Song Ci is closer than seeing me, you can just live with your brother Ci. ”

Zhang Tangyuan stretched out his arm to wipe his tears, "I don't want to, I still have to keep a target for the squad leader, I'd better live a good life with you." ”

"Ahem." Zhao Yue cleared his throat, glanced at Zhang Tangyuan and Xin Yu without speaking, and put the bunch of sunflowers in his hand on the cabinet next to the bed, "Classmate Song Ci, congratulations on being discharged from the hospital, congratulations on returning to the Wen Er family." ”

"Thank you, Mr. Zhao." Song Ci's words paused and continued, "However, I don't think there is a way to stay in Wen Er in the future. ”

Zhao Yue was a little stunned, he didn't quite understand the meaning of Song Ci's words, was he planning to transfer to another school? Like Song Huanian, he left without even saying a word?

Speaking of Song Huanian, this may be the biggest regret in Zhao Yue's heart. In January, Song Huanian's parents went to the school to suspend Song Huanian.

In April, Song Zhongchen personally went to the school to handle Song Huanian's transfer, and I heard that he had gone to the school in Beijing.

These two times, Zhao Yue has never seen Song Huanian.

"Are you going to transfer schools too?" Zhao Yue asked tentatively, "Where are you going?" Beijing? ”

Song Ci shook his head when he heard this, "I want to transfer to science." Mr. Zhao, I want to study medicine. 126 Chinese Net

The fact that he wants to study medicine is not something he just said.

During the time when his nerves were at their most broken, Tang Sinian told him about Song Huanian's situation every day. Although he didn't get much news, it was almost enough to settle Song Ci.

One day, as soon as Song Ci smashed the vase in the ward, Tang Sinian walked in from outside.

He had just heard from the doctor that a little girl with congenital heart disease had been sent to the hospital on Christmas Day and had been sent to Beijing for a heart transplant that afternoon.

Tang Sinian has been in the hospital for a long time, and he likes to chat with his sister nurse when he has nothing to do, and he hears a lot of gossip about patients all day long.

This time he happened to pass by, so he stopped to listen to a few words, at first he was still worried about the little girl, but then the more he listened, the more he felt that something was wrong, and he always felt that the person the nurse said was very similar to Song Huanian.

During the nurse's pause, he asked, "What is the name of that girl with congenital heart disease?" ”

The nurse who was questioned shook her head, "That's a cardiology thing, and we all just heard about it." Dr. Li went to Beijing to participate in the operation before, and it only came out after he came back recently, and I don't know much. ”

"I've heard about this little girl you're talking about." Another nurse spoke, "I heard Dr. Li mention a few words before, I think the surname is Song, what is the name, I don't remember very clearly." ”

Tang Sinian chuckled in his heart, and his emotions suddenly became calm, "Is it called Song Huanian?" ”

"Yes!" The nurse clapped her hands when she heard his name, "Yes, that's the name." I was just thinking about it, so you know! ”

"Hmm." Tang Sinian's mood instantly fell, and when he walked outside the door of Song Ci's ward, he froze in place.

This sudden news made him not know how to face Song Ci.

While he was hesitating, he heard the sound of glass falling on the floor coming from inside the room.

Tang Sinian calmed down a little, opened the door and walked in.

He didn't speak, took out a broom and garbage bucket from behind the door, and silently cleaned up the vase corpse that Song Ci had just smashed.

Song Ci patted the bed, "Who let you in!" Get out! ”

Downian ignored him, finished cleaning the glass shards, and put the cleaning tools back in place.

Song Ci saw that he didn't speak, and he became even more angry, "I said, let you out!" I don't want anyone to stay here right now! ”

Tang Sinian looked at Song Ci, who was going crazy, and called him very calmly, "Song Ci." ”

The voice is not big or small, and Song Ci can hear it.

"Brother, the squad leader has congenital heart disease, and she went to Beijing for a heart transplant."

Tang Sinian himself couldn't believe that he could say this so calmly, and even tell Song Ci.

Song Ci, who was emotional, gradually stabilized, and he leaned against the head of the bed, silent.

Then, tears dripped down his eyes and fell onto the quilt.

Song Ci stuck his fingers into his hair, tugging hard, and kept whining.

His emotions were extra calm that day, no one knew, and the moment he learned that Song Huanian had a heart attack, he decided to become a doctor.

For Song Hua Nian, become a doctor.

This is his wish in this life.