13 May 2007

I'm Xiao Xia, and I decided to visit Ru Jing in the hospital.

Although she seems to have left the hospital 2 days ago, she went back the same day, so I think she may be seriously ill and should need someone to take care of her, and the person who took care of her must have been the man I met in the café that day. If I show up rashly, Ru Jing should be embarrassed, so it's better to go secretly. If there is no one to take care of her, it would be more logical to call her again. And if she can accept my care, it means that she has begun to accept me as a person.

Thinking like this, I was already standing in the corridor of the general inpatient department of Binhai Hospital, and the GPS positioning showed that Ru Jing was nearby. I was about to go to the information desk to inquire when I saw the man in the café coming in from outside. He still looked like he was all shining, but he was preoccupied. I cautiously followed him, thinking that he was really here, so Ru Jing was really sick.

The man turned around and got into the elevator, and I hid in the crowd and followed into the elevator and went up to the 6th floor. This floor is a bit like the VIP floor, with almost no one getting off the elevator. I followed the man out and watched him turn right, walk down the hallway to the end, and turn left again. At this time, a doctor and a nurse approached, and the man greeted them, said something, and suddenly quickened his pace.

I watched him rush into a ward around the corner, his heart beat instantly, and he ran to the ward, and when he ran to the door and was about to enter, he found that the only hospital bed in the room was not half leaning on Ru Jing, but a strange man, with gauze wrapped around his head, frowning, one hand hanging a needle, and one hand seemed to be tied to the edge of the bed.

Next to the injured stood a boy in a suit and leather shoes, and Ru Jing's roommate who had just rushed in was pulling the collar of the patient on the bed, and kept asking where Ru Jing was and where Ru Jing was? I was stunned. At this time, Brother Childe glanced at the door, and I quickly hid sideways, not wanting to be found or missing important information, so I leaned against the door and continued to listen to what they had to say. Why isn't it Ru Hua in the ward? Why is the roommate asking where Ru Jing is? Who is the patient in bed? Who is that boy?

They argued for a while, and I realized that the mobile phone of Ru Jing, which I had been locating, was first in the hands of the patient named Jiang Nan, and then fell into the hands of the big roommate, who was called Gao Fei, and Brother Gongzi actually claimed to be Ru Jing's fiancé Yu Huai.

Speaking of which, Ru Jing's hanging love should have nothing to do with Gao Fei, but Yu Huai. So what's going on with Gao Fei? Why does this Jiang Nan have Ru Can's mobile phone, and why does Ru Canteen leave a message to a person named Ruan Yang? I thought it was so complicated for a while, I couldn't figure it out.

Gao Fei began to call Ruan Yang, Yu Huai and Jiang Nan were testing each other, and this small ward was full of people related to Ru Jing and information about her. I leaned against the wall in the hallway, not knowing what to think.

So many people, so many involvement, but I don't know anything, it turns out that Ru Jing is still so strange to me. I thought I knew her mood, but I forgot to know her life. At this moment, each of these people in the ward seems to know her better than me, and understands the vivid Ru Hua in life outside the screen.

And I may just be a little toner in her life, and like many of her paintings, there is always a little bit of brushstroke or color that seems out of place, and she calls them exceptions. To say that it is overly consistent and harmonious is a distortion of life, a whitewash of differences, and a slander of fate. In other words, there is no such thing as perfection, there is no uniform rule, there is no single personality. I agree with her, so now I can understand the meaning of my exception, not important, not special, but not non-existent, because this is her outlook on life.

With that in mind, I have no reason to listen. I don't need it here, even if Ru Jing really goes missing, naturally someone will pursue it, and it seems that there is more than one in the current situation. It's not that I don't want to at the moment, but I can't do anything about it.

All along, I've been paying attention to Ru Jing's phone, and I don't know how long this phone has been away from her. The world of Ru Jing and I is like two inscribed circles, and there is only one tangent point at the intersection. This point is Ru Hua herself, and we have nothing to do with it. So I'd better go back behind the screen and quietly make that exception. Other things, not fiancés, and live-in roommates, and ......

I stepped out of the elevator in the inpatient department and walked through the long corridor to the hospital's guidance hall. I felt a little lost and at a loss. When I raised my eyes, I suddenly found that in this city, so many people were sick, their expressions were solemn, their eyes were dull, they moved from one window to another, holding the diagnosis book they couldn't read clearly, walking upstairs and downstairs.

In the middle of this was an old man, gray-haired, enough to hug his body, standing beside his child with a disgusted face. A girl with a flower season, with long hair hanging down her shoulders, and a light step following behind her proud little boyfriend. There are also young mothers holding crying children, and perfunctory husbands supporting their pregnant wives. There is birth, old age, sickness and death, as well as love and hatred.

People like me, who have been hiding behind the screen for a long time, are particularly uncomfortable with the density of the crowd here at this time, and can't help but want to stick to the wall and move towards the door with a posture and pace that is not noticed or touched. It was at this point that I was attracted by the photo of the medical staff on the wall sign.

The brain doctor's face is so familiar, and if you look down at the name, it's actually Jiang Nan! Isn't this the patient who lives in the 6th-floor ward? He's a doctor at this hospital, and what's even funnier is that he, the man with a head injury, is actually a brain doctor.

I cautiously crossed the hallway, walked under the photo, and double-checked the information. Sure enough, it was him, a brain surgeon with ten years of clinical experience. I'm so young, I really can't see it!

In this way, Ru Jing's mobile phone appeared again in the city, in this hospital, and he brought it back. And what about Ru Canadian? Ru Jing is also in this hospital.

I decided to get acquainted with this weird doctor, so I walked up to the guide desk and asked the little nurse:

"Where is Dr. Jiang Nan?"

"305 on the third floor of the comprehensive building, do you have an appointment for registration?" The little nurse asked with a smile.

"I don't see a doctor, I'm his friend."

"Oh, then you go to the back comprehensive inpatient department 612 to find him, he is also hospitalized." The little nurse looked gloating.

"Okay, thank you!" I turned around and left, and instead of going back to the general inpatient unit, I went around and got on 305.

When you begin to pay attention to the world, you will find that there are actually a lot of surprises and inextricable connections that this world presents to you, and many things have a kind of drama that is not written by coincidence, which makes people feel deliberate but happy, and you will be unconsciously drawn by this deliberate clue.

I went up to the third floor and found the brain surgery area, which was literally full of people with bleeding heads and people with Arab headbags.

This reminds me of a science fiction novel I read many years ago, in which the protagonist always felt that the original owner of each organ was telling him a different life after receiving various organ transplants, and finally he chose to have his brain transplanted because he couldn't bear this inexplicable rejection, so the original owner disappeared and a new soul was reborn in a patchwork body.

Since then, whenever I see a person with gauze wrapped around his head, or hear about someone who has had head surgery, I wonder if this person is still not the same person, and if the doctor has taken some part of his soul from his brain.

However, it seems that it was not long ago that someone said that a person's consciousness is not only stored in the brain, but also in the heart or some other organ, which sounds more difficult to understand. No matter what, I will never let anyone use my brain, not even when I die.

This is 305, the name of the doctor who sees the doctor is pasted on the door, and like other consultation rooms, there are two doctors sitting here, one is Jiang Nan and the other is Zhang Yan. I looked in from the outside, Jiang Nan's seat was empty, the desktop was unusually clean, and on the gray table, there was a monitor, and next to the monitor was a name brand. Behind Jiang Nan is a diagnostic bed, white sheets, and aqua blue curtains.

Behind Jiang Nan's diagonal back, on the other side of the wall is a table with a ravine, in contrast, it is full of diagnosis books and medical records, and there is a skull pasted on the side wall, the kind of local anatomical diagram that every department will have. I never understood whether this kind of diagram was intended to be scary to the patient, or if it was for the doctor to explain exactly where the pain was, or both. The doctor, Zhang Yan, was writing something with his head down, and in front of him was a nurse's workbench, and a young nurse was sorting out cases.

"Is Dr. Jiang in trouble?" The little nurse looked worried but curious.

"What's the trouble?" Zhang Yan didn't raise his head, and said casually.

"You see he went on a trip, and when he came back, he brought with him an unconscious woman. Within two days, his head was broken. “

"Didn't he say that the woman was temporarily assisted by Zhen on the plane, and he didn't know her."

"Then why did he care so much and personally guarded it for 3 days." The little nurse muttered.

"I'm afraid I'll smash my signboard. In case he died, he had to go to the police station to record a statement. Zhang Yan still replied disapprecantly.

"Then why was he beaten like that, you saw it just now, he was tied to the bed, should I call the police."

"Don't be surprised, it's not the first time he's been beaten, maybe he's flirting with a girl who shouldn't be flirting again." Zhang Yan said with a smile. It seems that Jiang Nan is not a good doctor.

"That's right, it should be normal for a person like him to be beaten. I don't know if the heroine is beautiful this time. ”

"It's definitely not as pretty as you." Zhang Yan finally raised his head and looked at the little nurse with a flattering expression. But I also saw me standing in front of the door, eavesdropping.

"See a doctor? How many numbers? Zhang Yan put away his smile and asked with a serious face.

"I'm looking for Dr. Jiang." I said with a weak heart.

"He's not here, are you seeing a doctor or something?"

"I'm here to visit a friend he's treated." I wanted to find a reason, so I told the truth.

"Oh, you won't be a family member of the special clinic 707, why are you here?" The little nurse didn't know who she recognized me, but I didn't want to explain it, so I agreed.

"Yes, Dr. Jiang is not here, then I'll go first." I am ready to retreat.

"The patient in the special diagnosis 707 is out of danger, but he is still unconscious, and he is still uncertain about the cause, we are waiting for the imaging results. You don't have to be nervous, talk to her more, it may be helpful for the patient to wake up as soon as possible. Dr. Jiang has been taking care of her personally for the first two days, so you can rest assured that she will definitely get better. I was just about to change the dressing, and you came just in time to serve it for me. “

The little nurse was extremely enthusiastic, and even finished talking about the illness and accompanying matters in one breath. Zhang Yan looked at me with a suspicious face and did not speak. I was taken out of the consultation room by the nurse, downstairs, and then towards the intensive care inpatient unit.

I regret in my heart, why did I admit that I was a family member, now it's okay, what reason should I find to escape.

"You really have to thank Dr. Jiang, if you hadn't met Dr. Jiang, your girlfriend probably wouldn't have been able to save her. Fortunately, Dr. Jiang found out in time and treated him in time, so he saved your girlfriend's life. But you have to be careful in the future, don't let her go on a trip on her own, it's too dangerous........."

The little nurse talked a lot, which made me wonder what kind of person Jiang Nan had saved and how he made him so attentive, could it be, could it be.................