Midsummer put on a serious face, mechanically watching the slightly bald middle-aged man in front of him quickly open and close his two fat lips, and spit out many anxious and urging words.

The man's skin was weathered and had no maintenance protection, and at this time, with the upsurge of his qi and blood, many acne also swelled up and swelled, jumping and jumping, like a large rash on the ankle in midsummer, and suddenly gained his own life.

The man had been chattering in front of Midsummer's window for a quarter of an hour, and with his long-term work experience, Midsummer had figured out the ins and outs of the problem in the first three minutes, but since he had already planned to kick this small pimple to the brother department next to him, Midsummer was not in a hurry to interrupt this self-righteous fellow and let him add fuel and vinegar.

When the man finally finished describing his critical situation, Midsummer made a few sentences of summary unhurriedly, and then pretended to click the mouse a few times, and politely asked the man to go to the window next to him to take the number and line up again, so this work came to a perfect end for Midsummer.

Some people may continue to plead and plead, or even scold, but Midsummer only needs to stay in his seat without saying a word, and appear to be calm, and these people will finally have to do their bidding—there are a few patient young men in the next window, who will always solve their problems.

The more anxious the person, the more he eats this set, and Midsummer has long been familiar with it. However, if he really wanted to help the man with that matter, then maybe twenty minutes, at most half an hour, everything would always be resolved—

- But Midsummer is reluctant to do this, and refuses in every way. He is on duty, not a class, as the old saying goes, you get what you pay for, although Midsummer has already realized that he regards himself as "goods", but the "goods" must not be cheaply sold. With only a meager and rigid monthly salary, how could he be forced to do his duty?

The above passage is the heartfelt words summarized after many years of work in midsummer. He has been in this window for more than ten years, and his position is as stable as the old bamboo that insists on the green mountains, allowing his colleagues and leaders to scatter in the east, west, north and south.

Every time a new colleague is transferred, Midsummer will ostentatiously share this experience with him, and the other party's full of approval can always come as scheduled, but none of them can execute this experience as well as Midsummer, so they all leave quickly in the end: or transfer, or promotion, or resignation, but Midsummer is strong here.

Among all the former colleagues, there is only one young descendant named Wu Liao, who once approached the realm of midsummer, but unfortunately the edge was too sharp and collided head-on with the service object, so he became the only colleague who was dismissed because he was reported.

I don't know how the kid is doing now, Midsummer scratched his itchy ankle and thought irritably.

The rash on Midsummer's ankle was discovered two days ago, and at first it was just a small spot of blood looming after taking a shower, and it felt a slight stinging pain when it touched the water; Then it expanded and swelled rapidly, almost spreading to the calves. There was no doubt that these rashes had developed free thought and independent life, and Midsummer was sure that he could clearly feel that this insidious and terrible lesion was frantically grabbing the nutrients and life force in his body all the time, and stirring the nerves in his legs with all his might, making him itch unbearably.

This evil parasite is so powerful that it only takes two days to let it go before it grows into a malignant disease that cannot be ignored. It deteriorated so fast that it was tolerable for the first two days, but today's severity is so severe that Midsummer is even a little frightened. He had to frequently force himself to be in a daze and distract himself more than usual in order to relieve his physical torment. Maybe he shouldn't be sitting here now, because the illness is really affecting his normal work. He should take a leave of absence and go to the hospital for good student treatment, but it's just ......

The calling machine rang, and this time it was a young girl's turn, so the two plump lips began a new round of opening and closing, but Midsummer's mind was only left with himself and itching at this time, and he couldn't listen to anything.

It was only then that Midsummer was surprised to realize that she had become disgusted with those people she served. Before, because of the healthy body and mediocre life, everything was easy to endure, but with the pouring of the disease, the cascading blood scabs were finally torn apart, bursting out of the most intense pain-

He has been in this simple and boring position for more than ten years, what is his job? It's just a few sets of words, a few windows, a few tables, a few reports, all of which are established and cannot be changed in the slightest. He was content with everything in this position, and he gladly rotted here. He dissolved—into unchangeable sets of words, into windows, into tables, into reports, and his life became something vulgar and useless.

But what about the people who came to him for business? Those fools were not even like him, they knew nothing of his simple life, and they would not take even a little extra time to understand. They would only squeeze out a look of anxiety, sorrow, anger, and begging him to package up and copy his words, windows, forms, and reports (i.e., his life), hand them ready-made, and then leave in a hurry, never to return.

Ha! How ridiculous! What do those people think they are? They are simply frightened and stupid by some kind of problem that they have never considered before, so they take it for granted that they are some kind of rare and pitiful people, shouting loudly and unjustifiably for the help of others, clinging to every suspicious straw, and eagerly boasting about the urgency of the situation they face. But what about them in Midsummer? It's just an average of one every 20 minutes, every day, every year.

The urgent itch gave birth to urgent scattered inspirations and thoughts, and when a certain threshold was finally crossed, something broke in Midsummer's heart. He jerked to his feet, told the girl halfway through the lecture that he had to go to the bathroom, and then without saying a word, he erected a "temporarily suspended" sign and walked quickly into the back porch.

When Midsummer knocked on the door and entered the leader's office, there was another person in front of him who applied for a vacation. The colleague was clumsy in his acting skills to show off the sharp pain in his abdomen, but the leader only frowned slightly and waved him back.

So it was Midsummer's turn to roll up his trousers to show his reason—that damn red rash, undoubtedly bright, but not big enough at this point.

So the leader just took out a half-used ointment from the medicine box and handed it to Midsummer, patted him on the shoulder and politely told him to overcome it again, at least endure it until after work and then go to the hospital, anyway, it is open 24 hours a day, and the patient doctor will always solve his problem.

Midsummer, who was full of resentment and cursing, immediately locked himself in the innermost compartment of the toilet, smeared a thick layer of ointment, and swiped his mobile phone for half an hour, and then returned to his workstation with a little less anger. The girl didn't know when she had left, maybe she couldn't wait, and went to the brother's department to get a new number and line up again.

This discovery made Midsummer's mood feel a little more relaxed, and a little pleasure of revenge swelled up, even if the small rebellious revenge was insignificant.

For the rest of the day, Midsummer pushed every trumpet to his brother department or colleagues as much as he could, and he stared at the clock hanging in the middle of the hall, waiting for the time to leave work.

His brain was running rapidly under the stimulation of itching pain, and he searched his stomach and scratched his stomach to sketch a description of the doctor's condition after going to the hospital for a while: from the deterioration of his condition in the past three days, to his own bad routine and rest on weekdays; From the selection of the exact words to describe the symptoms, to the various wording to be respectful to the doctor. He kept rehearsing over and over again, his lips silently opening and closing up and down, echoing the people lining up outside the window.

It's just a pity that they are both immersed in their own world and can never notice each other.

As soon as the time to get off work came, Midsummer rushed to the nearest hospital. He got the first call of the night shift in the dermatology department, but the doctors had already eaten, and he had to wait another half hour.

The darkness before dawn was the hardest, and midsummer had completely lost its appetite, just praying in front of the locked examination room.

When a few white coats came from the elevator talking and laughing, Midsummer finally saw the savior, and the ordinary white coat on weekdays flickered like starlight at this time.

However, after the doctor mechanically listened to Midsummer's carefully prepared medical report, he only pretended to pinch the affected area a few times, asked a few routine questions unhurriedly, and hastily made a judgment about eczema and prescribed two conventional ointments to Midsummer.

One of them is the same as the one given by the leader in the afternoon.

So, not surprisingly, under the bitter pleading of Midsummer, the doctor kicked him out again to do a blood routine.

Still everything works.

Finally, with the doctor's calm and relaxed attitude, Midsummer recognized his position and retreated.

He returned to his deserted home with two ointments.

He followed the doctor's instructions and applied a thick ointment, but his symptoms did not ease in the slightest. The itching pain gradually escalated to a stinging pain, making it a little harder for him to walk.

He casually made some convenience food, ate it, and felt that the food immediately sank to his ankles and was divided up by the rashes.

He felt like his stomach was full, but the hunger and weakness still lingered.

His body cried for more.

The rash was clamoring for more.

The pain became intense, causing Venus to explode in front of Midsummer's eyes, and his head became dizzy.

Tomorrow, tomorrow must ask for leave, sleep late and get up, and then go directly to the hospital for a careful examination, the big deal is a fucking pay cut, resignation, this disease really can't be delayed. I thought so as I washed the dishes in the middle of summer.

After putting away the dishes and chopsticks, Midsummer limped towards the bedroom. He was so aching and weak that he didn't have the strength to do any more recreational activities. Now he just wants to get a good night's sleep and hope to wake up in remission.

Then, without warning, a sharp pain exploded in the ankle. Midsummer's sick leg shook suddenly, and then he lost consciousness, and he convulsed and spasmed.

Midsummer fell firmly on the cold and hard floor, and felt that his soul was half flying, and the pain became numb; His brain was smashed into a pulp, and the heat poured out of his mouth and nose, making it difficult for him to breathe.

Don't braid, midsummer thought confusedly. His limbs had probably been smashed off and scattered all over the living room, and his brain was gurgling out of his body, making it a luxury to stay awake.

God forbid, there is finally one hand that follows Midsummer's wishes, takes out his mobile phone, and reluctantly dials "120", even Midsummer is curious about how this unconscious guy did it.

"This is the 120 command center, do you need an ambulance?" A voice came from the other end of the line.

The operator's established vocabulary.

"Ambulance, I need ......"

"Okay, please tell me where you are, do you need it or do you need it?"

Location? Midsummer wondered, where do you live?

What time is it now? Maybe it's time for him to put his phone down and go to sleep.

He has to get up early tomorrow morning to go to work, and although one day, he will quit that boring errand, but it certainly won't be tomorrow.

Words, windows, forms, reports, ......

Midsummer melted, dissolved on the floor from the living room to the bedroom, dissolved in a deep and unexplained anxiety, emptiness and regret. All of this was silent, as if a caller with a broken horn flashed silently with an unchangeable number.

A number can represent anyone, but this time it just happened to be midsummer's turn.

"Hello, sir, can you hear me?"

"Where are you, sir? Please keep the call open. ”

"Sir? If you haven't responded, hang up first, and call again if necessary. ”

Honk.

Wu Liao hung up the phone.

He thought about it, and for the sake of safety, he sent the number just now to the local police station according to the police-doctor linkage mechanism.

The police may or may not be active. But no matter what, this work ended perfectly for Wu Liao.

Of course, if he is really willing to deal with the call seriously, he should take the initiative to contact the police and emergency personnel at this time, so that if the other party is really in danger at the moment, he can buy valuable rescue time, maybe 20 minutes, or even half an hour.

However, he is on a class, not a class, as the old saying goes, you get what you pay for, although Wu Liao has long been aware of himself as "goods", but the "goods" must not be cheaply sold. With only a meager and rigid monthly salary, how could he be forced to do his duty?

The above passage was heard by Wu Liao from a colleague in the past, and he felt that it made sense, so he kept it in mind.

By the way, what's that colleague's name?

Can't remember.

Forget it, it doesn't matter......