"Poof!"

Duran couldn't help laughing, his round eyes curved into a pair of small crescent-like arcs, and he covered his mouth with his hands, smiling with a smile.

"Laugh and deduct the money again!" Ming Duyun's face turned blue, and he coldly ordered, "Don't laugh anymore!"

"That your little uncle's plaster can't be dismantled for the time being, you can go to the hospital tomorrow to remove it, if you're curious, you can go with you."

Bei Bei pursed her mouth, "I just asked, I didn't plan to see it."

He ran around Gu Ye, not to mention that he had seen dozens of patients, and he was too annoyed by the treatment process himself, and he didn't bother to look at other people.

Twilight Cloud: "......"

"Okay, Babe, do you have anything you want to play?" Ming Duyun cheered up and asked again, "As long as it's not too much, Uncle Xiao can satisfy you this weekend!"

Hearing this, a glimmer of light flashed under Beibei's eyes, and the corners of her tightly pursed mouth relaxed, "Really?"

"Of course, your little uncle has no one to care about here! Be as chic as you want!"

The smile on Beibei's face deepened.

Inpatient unit.

There was a faint smell of disinfectant water in the ward, mixed with a fresh fruity aroma.

At the other end of the ward was Song Yin sitting on a small bench and peeling fruit with his head down, focused and serious, eager to drop his eyes on the fruit.

Cut it neatly and arrange it on a plate and send it to Duan Hanshuang.

Even if she said this state more than once, Song Yin ignored it and never compromised once, and over time, she didn't say anything.

He took the fruit and lowered his eyes: "Thank you."

"When will the uncle wake up?"

"Later," Duan Hanshuang thought of something and added, "Please help prepare one more dinner, he might be hungry when he wakes up."

Song Yin nodded subconsciously when he received her request, and hurriedly paused: "He has undergone surgery, and he can't eat immediately when he wakes up!"

Duan Hanshuang frowned slightly, moved his lips and held back his original words, "Forget it, you can prepare it."

"Okay, I'll tell the assistant to buy something light."

Duan Hanshuang: "Thank you."

The setting sun slipped into the room, and the orange light lay flat on the floor, refracting the beams of light, and the only quiet was the sound of the electrocardiograph.

When the old man woke up at night, but he couldn't eat yet, Duan Hanshuang sat on his bed and talked to him.

Song Yin was still peeling fruit, looking at it from a distance, with a hint of warmth.

The old man's dry and wrinkled eyelids were supportable, and he slowly lifted his eyes, and every time he made a lot of effort, he was worried to look at.

"I also have a child...... "I have a hoarse voice, "I count my age, I am twenty-seven this year......

Duan Hanshuang was usually numb when he encountered this kind of thing, and he would not be moved, but this time he inexplicably wanted to ask, "That...... What about your children?"

There was a thick sadness in the old man's eyes, and he covered most of his face through the oxygen mask, but his eyes were enough to see through everything.

He let out a long sigh and said, "At a very young age, her mother was kidnapped while pregnant with her......

The old man frowned, and continued with self-deprecation, "It may have been kidnapped, and it may have been abducted...... Anyway, never came back, and I couldn't find the kid anywhere...... I don't know if it's a man or a woman...... How's it going......

"Coincidentally, I'm just twenty-seven this year," Duan Hanshuang tugged at the corners of his mouth, looked into his eyes and said involuntarily, "I believe that everything is the best arrangement, as long as you hold on, you will wait until that day to recognize your child."

"I know what disease I have," the old man shook his head, "cancer."

"Cancer...... How many can be cured......" He closed his eyes deeply and turned his head to look at the ceiling, "It's better to be dead...... It's better to be dead......

"Don't say that," Duan Hanshuang frowned, trying to find a long time ago

Comforting words: "As long as there is a little hope, we doctors will do our best, and please don't give up on yourself." Chinese Net

Her eyes flashed with determination, and she nodded solemnly: "Then the doctors are researching the best and most suitable treatment plan for your condition, and we doctors have not given up, how can the patient give up first?"

The old man shook his head and retorted to her words, "I can't afford to cure ......."

The walls of the hospital must have listened to many more prayers than the Buddha statues in the temple, because here there is nothing but the doctor wrestling with death.

Do your best, obey the destiny of heaven.

Although these words are true, they are also said at the point of helplessness.

The tip of Duan Hanshuang's nose was slightly sour, and his brows were furrowed deeper.

How long has it been since she felt this way?

From the medical accident a few years ago, even her pity for everything has dissipated.

It's as if it's a machine in motion, endless, expressionless and seemingly emotionless.

Now it seems that she was soulless before, and her life was too real, but there was a lot less fun.

She sniffed slightly, not forgetting that Song Yin was still in the room.

Immediately, a deep voice rang out, "I'll pay for your treatment."

"As long as you hold on and live, I'm—"

"I have the heart...... he interrupted Duan Hanshuang's words, grinning helplessly, the furrows on the old face were stacked, and there was only a layer of skin left in the thin person.

Duan Hanshuang's heart was in a tearing pain again, and he opened his mouth, and it was difficult to make a sound in his throat as if he was stuck in something.

"I've never owed anyone money in my life, and this is the first time I've ......."

"I'm afraid I'll never be able to afford it again......

"What do people live for......

The old man pondered for a moment and then asked himself. "Finding meaning."

"So we've been looking for why we're alive all our lives, and I don't understand why we're alive in this life."

"Drink some water."

A beautiful male voice suddenly sounded above him, and Duan Hanshuang dripped down the tears in his eyes, sliding down his face and onto the hospital gown.

Under the refraction of light, Song Yin saw it clearly.

He reached out and patted her on the shoulder, handing over the warm water, "Drink some water."

The old man is still unable to eat, not even a sip of water to drink, and is still wearing an oxygen mask weakly.

The old man seemed to read her thoughts, closed his eyes, and said no more.

Song Yin pursed his lips and smiled slightly as if comforting, and said in a low voice, "Okay, it'll be fine."

It was the first time she had seen Duan Hanshuang's eyes red up close, and she was surprised and sighed more, the always cold kaolin flower also had an unknown weakness.

Duan Hanshuang sat on the bed, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of his shriveled hand, motionless, dark and swarthy.

She had seen the dead man, and she felt that his appearance was very close, and her heart was tightly clenched, and it was difficult to breathe.

The tip of his nose was sour, and the big tears fell like pearls with broken threads, and some fell into the quilt because of the trembling, rippling in circles, and the water waves shook endlessly.

She couldn't bear it anymore, quickly put down the cup and rushed out the door.

Song Yin was overwhelmed by this sudden move, and looked at the old man to follow the frost closely.

By the window at the corner of the corridor, her back was silently cut out by the setting sun, her shoulder-length hair was casually draped, and her hands were propped up on the window edge.

Song Yin opened his mouth and didn't make a sound, and handed over a piece of paper:

"I'll take care of his fees, and I'll contact the best doctors."

Duan Hanshuang didn't answer the paper, quickly wiped away the tears with his fingertips, took a deep breath, and looked at the dim sky.

Sigh: "In the end, I am not capable, if I am smarter and have a wider range of patients, maybe...... It's going to be better than it is now."

"No...... It's like this......

Her voice was gradually replaced by crying, and her shoulders couldn't help but tremble.

Song Yin frowned very distressedly, the hand above her shoulder paused slightly, and sighed before falling.

"Li Jin once said when he was terminally ill, all this is the law of nature, we human beings are very small in front of nature, birth, old age, sickness and death are the natural laws we have to follow, and we cannot violate them."

Duan Hanshuang nodded, "I know, I don't know why I suddenly couldn't control it today......

Her slightly trembling voice struggled not to bring out the crying, and her voice was a little unsteady: "I may be...... It's because of the fever this time that my brain burned out......

Song Yin pursed her lips, pressed her head and leaned on her shoulder, "There is no one here, my shoulder is temporarily borrowed from you."

He touched her head gently, and his voice was gentle enough to pinch out the water: "If you want to cry, cry out, no one rules you can't cry."

A strange light flashed under Duan Hanshuang's eyes, and he didn't break free of his embrace, and tears came out of his eyes with gentle blessings.

She didn't cry when she burned the objects, she couldn't remember the last time she cried, and this time she wanted to cry all the tears of her life.

Song Yin just hugged her quietly and didn't speak.

It's the lights of thousands of homes again, and the neon lights in the distance are dazzling.

Night falls.

The old man couldn't eat, and Duan Hanshuang couldn't eat beside him, and he always felt guilty.

She has been a doctor for more than a year or two, and this kind of psychology was only present when she first joined the company, and now she is completely numb.

Could it be that he was in the same ward with him, so he was infected?

She remembers that the last time she took a scalpel, she died after resuscitation, and the family of the deceased knelt in front of the door of the operating room and cried until she fainted.

Duan Hanshuang still had a calm face, she didn't show sadness, even strange indifference, and an attitude of indifference to everything.

Because of her expression, many family members were unhappy, but they couldn't find anything wrong to say on the bright side, but they didn't have a good face when they saw Duan Hanshuang's face.

At night, Song Yin lay on a small bed to accompany the bed, Duan Hanshuang couldn't sleep after tossing and turning, on one side was the old man and the other was Song Yin, one made her feel uncomfortable, and the other she didn't want to see.

Because Song Yin's eyes were open, he stared at her directly.