Jiang Lin and Qi Quan's eyes were attracted by Lu Wei's words, and Jiang Lin asked, "Don't you need your real name?" In other words, Ye Elegance is not called Ye Elegance? ”

"I mean, this name doesn't sound like your real name! It turns out that it is, so what should she be called? Qi Quan shrugged his shoulders and glanced at Jiang Lin, Jiang Lin's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and he didn't say anything.

"This ...... I don't remember. Lu Wei said.

*

The next day, Qi Quan decided to carry forward the heroic spirit of being disabled and strong, and went to the hospital with Jiang Lin. He brought a black mask, a black peaked cap, a white sweatshirt inside, and a denim jacket on the outside, which made him feel like a big star going out shopping.

"Don't you just feel a risk, and you need to wrap yourself up like you have swine flu?" Jiang Lin felt that walking side by side with Qi Quan's words was insulting his IQ, and he didn't even bother to throw him a roll of his eyes.

"The way to maintain health, starting from me, is to pay attention to keeping warm. It's April, when it's warm and cold, and the flu season is high, and this cold has made me really appreciate the insignificance and fragility of life. ”

Jiang Lin: "......"

Is this really just a small cold? Not swine flu?

When they came to the hospital, they went directly to Dr. Zhao's office, and when Dr. Zhao saw the two of them coming, he greeted him: "Qi Quan, how is your illness?" ”

"It's almost good, teacher."

"That's good. You two go to the inpatient room first, take notes of the patients, and I'm going to go to the emergency department doctor last night and ask about something. Dr. Zhao got up and left the office, his steps looked hurried, and his expression was a little strange when he spoke, although he was usually very serious, but today he seemed to have more of a sad look on his face.

After Dr. Zhao left, Jiang Lin and Qi Quan went inside to change into white coats, and Qi Quan asked while buttoning up, "What's wrong with this Dr. Zhao today?" It doesn't look right."

"Who knows, Dr. Zhao has always been a weird old man."

After the two changed their clothes, they took the record sheet and went to the inpatient department, and they acted separately, Jiang Lin started from the east and Qi Quan started from the west.

Unlike other patients, most of the patients in Dr. Zhao's responsibility are terminally ill, and in addition to being classified from the pathological aspect, they can also be vaguely distinguished from the perspective of whether they know their own condition.

Generally speaking, patients who know their condition are either lonely and sad, or see through life and death, and there are also positive and optimistic people who cooperate with treatment, but they are in the minority, one is because of the huge cost of treatment, but because the treatment process is painful, and after paying a lot, they can only get a few years or even months of life extension;

Patients who do not know their condition are relatively better, and the hospital and family members will cooperate to conceal the condition so that the patient's mental state can be relaxed, and the effect of treatment will be relatively better.

Jiang Lin walked through several wards and took notes on the state of each patient, and he found a strange phenomenon, that is, patients who were sentenced to have only three to six months left to live were in a better mental state than those who still had a chance of being cured.

When he came out of the ward, he faintly heard a burst of singing, the sound was very small, but it shook his whole body, and his pupils were dilated several times.

This singing...... She?

His heart began to beat wildly, and he slowly approached in the direction from which the sound came, until he found the 407 ward where Dr. Zhao had brought him and Qi Quan that day, and the door was open.