At half past seven in the evening, when I walked out of the light music restaurant with a resident singer, it was drizzling in the sky. The rain was not heavy, but it was urgent.

Mo Yan stretched out his hand, and his palm quickly became wet.

The writer, who has always worn an inappropriate suit jacket, suddenly found that the suit jacket has a new use. He took off his clothes, supported them with both hands, and moved to Mo Yan's head: "The bus stop is in front." ”

Mo Yan just wanted to say that he ran over directly, the sky was not beautiful, and suddenly there was a gust of wind, and the rain became heavy.

"Quick! Bus No. 21 is coming! ”

Mo Yan looked up and saw that it was really.

The writer simply put the suit on his head, wrapped his arms around Mo Yan, wrapped them, helped her cover the rain on her head with the suit, and ran to the platform 50 meters away.

The urgency of catching the bus diluted the discomfort of suddenly approaching the writer, and the running made the breath of both people a little disordered, so it also covered the writer's sudden emotional breathing.

After getting on the bus, Mo Yan familiarly took out the bus card from the Kafu card and swiped the ticket. The writer was a little dumbfounded. Riding the bus or something, in fact, it's just an act of inspiration, but I just want to stay with the girl for a while in the early summer twilight. Who knew that this car was so eyeless and came so soon. Where does he have such a magical item as a bus card?

Touching the upper and lower pockets, the writer looked a little dazed.

"You didn't have your card?" Mo Yan turned his head.

"You're brushing for me?"

"You can't swipe a bus card twice. You can swipe your phone if you have a ticket app. ”

The writer continued to veil his face. He drives, and on days when he doesn't drive, he calls a driver to pick him up. What kind of ticket app do you want!

Mo Yan reached into his worn-out backpack and touched it, took out two coins, and helped Wenhao throw in the coin box. The driver's face was expressionless, and he no longer swept the writer one by one.

"Thank you, Woman, for saving me from my embarrassment." The writer chased after Mo Yan in three or two steps.

On a rainy Sunday evening, there was almost no one inside the bus. Mo Yan walked to the middle of the car and was about to pick a seat to sit down, when the car braked at a red light, she followed her body and fell into the arms of the writer who raised her hands behind her and pulled the ring. For a moment, she quickly straightened up again, accustomed to the inertia of the brakes, and the writer pretended not to pay attention to the slight impact and the slightly drunken fragrance. It's just that there is a place in the body, which is self-controlled, and it swells up.

The writer hurriedly sat down first.

Mo Yan chose the empty seat behind him. After sitting down, he kept his face sideways to the window. The windows of the car had long since been flowered, and through the glass full of water droplets, anything on the road became a blur of color. However, Mo Yan looked very seriously, and almost wrote the two big words "Do Not Disturb" on his face.

The writer turned around and stopped looking at Mo Yan.

The car starts, the car stops, and the car arrives.

Wenhao wanted to jump out of the car first, but gentlemanly turned around and raised his hand to help Mo Yan, but he stood up, Mo Yan had already taken two steps ahead of him to the door of the rear car, and without looking back, he threw down a "goodbye", and jumped out of the car without hesitation.

At that time, he stood firm on the back of his chair.

She couldn't wait to part with herself? Silently recalling that when she was eating at the Light Music Restaurant, she was also staring at the plate with her eyes lowered. Ahh

The back door of the bus closed with a "bang" in the sadness of the writer. Wenhao was awakened and sat down again.

Nuoda bus, a driver, a he. He hasn't been on a bus for many years, so it's strange that he knows where No. 21 is going! It's just that at that moment, he didn't want to move at all. Let him, who was once invincible in love and now has no way to start, breathe for a while.

Mo Yan jumped out of the car and let her legs lead her to Building 7 306. She needed a bed for her nameless grief.

It was about eight o'clock in the evening when I got home.

What Mo Yan didn't know was that it was 8 o'clock in the evening on the 29th Beijing time, and it was 7 o'clock in the morning on the 28th New York time. Skyscrapers on the other side of the Atlantic are bathed in dazzling sunlight, and Wang Chengyou's family has just stepped out of JFK International Airport after a 15-hour non-stop flight. The Wang family did not open a branch in New York, and the one who came to pick up the airport was the brother-in-law of Wang Chen's brother, who immigrated to Canada.

"Go straight to Mount Sinai Medical Center? Will it be too tiring? ”

The brother-in-law is a middle-aged white lawyer with a big belly, and he deliberately called his wife, who is also the sister of Wang Chen's sister-in-law. The husband and wife each drove a car, and early in the morning, Hou waited outside the airport to pick up Wang Chen's family.

"There are two ways. I went to visit the hospital, and Michel took them to Paklein. ”

Paklein is a nearby hotel near Central Park, while Mount Sinai Medical Center is also nearby.

The white man's light gray eyes glanced at Seungyou lovingly, and made an international gesture of cheering for him. He accurately recognized Wang Chengyou from Wang Zhifeng and Wang Chengyou, not only because Wang Chengyou was cowardly, but also because half a year ago, he had just met Wang Zhifeng who visited his home on Long Island in the past.

Wang Chengyou replied with a "thanks", and let the accompanying family doctor hold his arm in a fuss and push him into the car almost half-hugging.

To be honest, in his opinion, the whole family trip to the United States is a big fuss.

He was just dizzy for a moment, and when he opened his eyes again, he was already his mother's crying father's red eyes. The community doctor looked at him solemnly and asked him how he felt. Then, 120 ambulances roared to a stop in his yard.

Through the 120 ambulance, he was admitted to a single room in the local people's hospital.

How much! He has always been alive and healthy, and even a cold is only born once in a few years. He tried to get out of bed, but the doctor pressed him to the bed without any negotiation.

"The ECG is normal at the moment, but there is no doubt that you have just experienced atrioventricular reentrant tachycardia."

Atrioventricular reentrant tachycardia? Wang Chengyou raised his eyebrows. This...... He really didn't have the knowledge to do it.

"What do you mean?"

Mi Zhi deliberately prevented the doctor from saying more, but Wang Chen stopped Mi Zhi earlier: "He can digest it." ”

Seeing that the Wang couple did not object, the doctor explained. The doctor said that there is an additional bypass between the atria and the ventricles, and that the direction of normal atrioventricular conduction of electrical impulses is from the ventricles to the atria, not from the atrium to the ventricles, similar to a one-way road in a traffic road.

However, Wang Chengyou had a one-way retrograde.

"What's the name of this disease?" Sure enough, as Wang Chen expected, after listening to the doctor's narration, Wang Chengyou's demeanor was as usual and his mood was very calm. He was even in the mood for discussion.

"Occult atrioventricular bypass reentrant supraventricular tachycardia."

This name is so long and awkward that it challenges his memory, and Wang Chengyou remembers it after listening to it.