Taoist temple in the mountains

Chapter 633, Yang Buhui
In a certain bar in the urban area, a man wearing glasses was in one corner, drinking glass after glass of wine, but he was not intoxicated.

After getting a little drunk, the man took a sip of the hangover medicine and continued to drink, drinking purely for the sake of drinking.
"Dude, you've had enough, do you want to die while taking the hangover medicine?" the bartender rolled his eyes and said rudely.

"Don't worry about me, give me another drink." The man with glasses waved his hands impatiently.

The bartender crossed his arms and stopped serving the man with glasses. At the same time, he said helplessly, "It's a mistake to drink. You were made into this by a drunkard. Don't worry about it."

"I didn't come by car, so hurry up and serve me a drink and I can afford it. You don't even give me a drink for my friends who have been friends for so many years?" The man in glasses was a little hysterical. Everyone stayed away from the man with glasses calmly. There is no way for a drunk person to be reasonable.

"Yang Yue, I know you're in a bad mood, but this...is something that can't be changed. You can't spoil yourself anymore. Your body is the most important thing. The profession of surgeon is not the only one in this world. Your family Isn't it just a doctor of Chinese medicine?"

"Don't mention Chinese medicine to me. If you mention Chinese medicine again, I will be anxious to you!"

Impatiently, Yang Yue took out a wad of banknotes, paid the bill and left the bar without waiting for change.

The bar was still the same, singing and dancing neon lights, the bartender brother looked at Yang Yue's back and sighed slightly.

"Life, how can it be so smooth and smooth"

"That's right, Yang Yue. That's Dr. Yang."

"What a pity, Doctor Yang Yue."

"Um, it's a pity. Our genius doctor, because of an accidental car accident, injured his hand and can no longer use a scalpel. He can only be assigned to other departments to do odd jobs. This psychological gap must not be so big. It's a pity that the position was robbed Slightly, the Phoenix man's dream of reaching the pinnacle of his life is about to be shattered."

"Shh, don't say it so loudly, he's looking at us."

The white coat on Yang Yue's body was hanging crookedly, and his slovenly face looked like a 30-year-old in his 40s, especially the decadence in his eyes, which made people not want to touch him at first glance.

Looking at Yang Yue, who was extremely decadent and depraved, his colleagues expressed great regret on the surface, but in fact, there was a little schadenfreude in their hearts. After all, seeing people who stood tall fell down. Some people were quite happy.

Yang Yue knew about this, but he couldn't refute it. Facts are facts. His hand was disabled and he couldn't perform an operation. Dr. Yang, who used to be the most skilled in knife skills and medical skills in the hospital, had lost his pride. hands.

Dragging his decadent body, Yang Yue came to his [independent] office, a place dedicated to doing chores and processing documents.

"Ha, it's another day like this."

Yang Yue put his legs on the table, without any discipline at all, smoking cigarettes and listening to music recklessly.

Anyway
no one will come anyway
Anyway, no one came back to care about him, the chief surgeon who had lost his hand.

"Here, here are the documents you need to deal with today." A bald, fat doctor with rimless glasses and a greasy face put down stacks of documents, and laughed, "Hurry up and sort these documents, Doctor Yang."

The last three words were bitten very hard, and they were said on purpose at all. Seeing that Yang Yue didn't react, the sneer on the fat doctor's face became even more unscrupulous, and he almost punched his nose in the face.

The fat doctor also deliberately said with regret: "It's a pity, a doctor with a bright future, because he saved a passing student and lost his qualifications as a doctor. If your father is still alive, I will definitely be happy, oh sorry, I I forgot that your dad went to become a monk, eh? Why did your dad want to become a monk? I’m curious, does it have something to do with your mother?”

Without further ado, Yang Yue picked up the chair and threw it at the fat doctor.
The clanging sound quickly attracted people, seeing Yang Yue beating up the fat doctor, everyone came up to stop him.

"Yang Yue! Stop it, do you want our hospital to lose another surgeon, you?"

"He provoked me first!" Yang Yue said angrily, and everyone around him pulled him.

"Anyway, it's wrong to do it, stop it." The old dean looked at Yang Yue calmly.

At this time, Yang Yue looked at the old dean with disbelief, the old dean who had been very attentive to him and regarded him as a star of tomorrow, now condemned himself without even asking why.
"Forget it, forget it, I can understand Yang Yue's mood. After all, no one will feel good when they encounter this kind of thing. It's okay, let's forget about it." The fat doctor stood up holding his bleeding nose, He said sincerely: "Brother Yang, I know you are upset that I have taken the position of chief surgeon, but you also have to know that the hospital is currently understaffed. If you hurt me, there are still patients waiting Me, the patient lost the time to save, I can't afford it."

Facing the fat doctor with a [sincere] face, Yang Yue was silent for a moment, and finally chose to apologize, or could only choose to apologize. This doctor who had been overwhelmed by him before, with poor skills and came in through the back door, now After failing, he quickly took his place.

The people who came to persuade the fight were like birds and beasts, everyone thought that Yang Yue did it by himself and was looking for someone to vent, the disgust on his face was palpable, and the previous flattery was gone.

Only the old dean, the old man who used to take care of him, did not leave, standing silently in front of Yang Yue.

"Old dean, is there anything else you want to explain?" Yang Yue raised his head dejectedly, looked at the old dean, and did not choose to defend himself.

After a moment of silence, the old dean said: "Yang Yue, you may be a little tired recently, I plan to give you a vacation, during this period, you can cultivate your body well, I hope you can return to the operating table one day , continue to use your technology to treat diseases and save lives."

After a burst of symbolic comfort, the old dean left the office, and Yang Yue was left alone in the huge office, very empty, without any anger at all.

Yang Yue knew that he had been marginalized. This was only the first step. The second step, the third step, and the last step was to take the initiative to let him resign. Private hospitals will not raise disabled people, and public hospitals will not want disabled people. In short, disabled people have no human rights. of.

"What use is there for me to be with people? Maybe if I were thicker-skinned, I could just hang around here and wait to die. Shameless, that's all I can do if I live a good life. What an idiot to think about curing diseases and saving lives." Only."

After laughing at himself, Yang Yue packed up his things and planned to leave. As soon as he went downstairs, he felt a trance in front of him, as if he had stepped into another place.

自己
Are you dreaming?
"Strange, it was clearly morning just now, how come it's night here?"

Yang Yue wiped his eyes and patted his head, thinking that he was hallucinating from drinking too much last night, but everything in front of him was too real, and he didn't know whether he was confused just now or was confused in the morning.

Empty streets, empty roads, the unique sound of DJs at night, drunk people wandering in the streets at night, and fast motorcycles speeding past from time to time.

This is a dream.
Back to the dream of destroying the place where I was.

Walking on the street, Yang Yue recalled his own life, because he had no parents since he was a child, he was always very inferior, and he was always bullied because of gossip. With his hard work, he became the youngest chief surgeon, and he was in the limelight for a while, ranking among the top in the entire city.

Until one day, my life was ruined because of a car accident.
"Damn it, I dreamed of this ghostly place. My life is really not going well. It's been like this since I was a child. I don't have what others have, and I don't have what others don't have. What am I? The thief God treats me It's not fair haha! Shabi, Shabi!"

Yang Yue, who felt that he was in a dream, scolded without scruples, it was day and day
"Fusheng Wuliang Tianzun, the world is so beautiful, but you are so irritable, it's not good, it's not good." Li Yun appeared in front of Yang Yue holding a sign of "Tiekou Magic".

Seeing Li Yun and Yang Yue who appeared, he wiped his eyes, and muttered in a bewildered expression: "Hey, I've obviously never seen this person before, why is there such a person in this dream?"

After thinking about it for a while, Yang Yue didn't think too much about it anymore. He felt that everything was possible in the dream anyway, and found it interesting, so he came to the booth where the fortune tellers were speaking and sat down, and said jokingly.

"You said that you are so determined, how about you calculate with me?"

Yang Yue heroically handed over a hundred-yuan bill in his wallet, and put it carelessly in front of Li Yun. Anyway, it was in a dream, and it was okay to pretend to be a wealthy local tyrant.

Li Yun accepted the hundred-yuan bill with a smile on his face
"Ding, congratulations to the host for successfully defrauding a piece of incense money."

Can Taoist affairs be called cheating?Li Yun really wanted to correct the system's actions, but the most important thing right now was Dr. Strange, Strange Bo, and Yang Yue.

"What does the layman want to count?" Li Yun said with a smile.

"I'll do the math, I can count anything, as long as you can count it." Yang Yue sat down on the chair next to him weakly.

Li Yun put on a show, pretending to take out a piece of tortoise shell, swinging it from side to side, it really looked like that, and soon, he put down the tortoise shell in a serious manner.

"In the near future, you will face a choice, a choice that affects your life. During this period, you still have 3 minutes to choose. Whether to do it or not to do it is a very serious question."

Faced with life choices.
What kind of choice is it?Yang Yue knew that while he was waiting, he would meet a stunned student crossing the road, and then stepped forward, pushed the student away, and blocked the impact of that car.

From then on, he was no longer the all-powerful doctor on the operating table, but a poor wretch who was kicked like a football.

"Is it a major decision in life? Hehe, you are right. If I could do it all over again, I would definitely not do that thing. It made my life a mess. It's all because of that student who was drunk. Driver, that person was hit to death and got MMP, I'm sure." Yang Yue frantically grabbed the roadside block with his feet with a look of anger.

Kicking it up, the pain surged into his heart, and the tingling sensation made him almost cry out.

"Damn, why does it still hurt so much in the dream?"

"Because this is not a dream." Li Yun's figure gradually disappeared, and he left a sentence indifferently: "Start a new life well, you have been reborn at the time of the original decision, make a good choice, Don’t do things you regret.”

After speaking, Li Yun disappeared immediately, leaving only Yang Yue in a daze, pinching his face and whispering.

"Am I living in a dream? No, it really feels like I'm reborn? Am I really reborn?"

At this moment, Yang Yue squeezed his hand, feeling bursts of surprises, he came back, his hands, the hands that made him so powerful on the operating table, came back again.
I met a fairy and was reborn. Is there such a good thing in this world?
Just when Yang Yue was thinking about how to punish the fat doctor, a rickety Buick car drove out from the alley, and at the same time, there was a student in school uniform, who was crossing the road in a daze, with his eyes on both sides. His eyes were blank, and he seemed to have no energy at all.

"Grass! There's a car! Get out of the way!"

Yang Yue reminded loudly that the students didn't respond at all, exactly the same as that night, only then did he suddenly remember what Li Yun said just now, an important turning point in his life.

If you don't lend a helping hand.

If you ignore it and leave directly, say something like the chicken-eating crowd who will come to watch next, how pitiful this child is.

如果
如果
"Grass"

The body moved faster than thinking, even though Yang Yue regretted it to death, he still moved, rushed to the middle of the road in a swooping posture, and hugged the student down.

The car slammed into Yang Yue's body firmly. Due to the hesitation for a few seconds, this time the hit part was even more ominous, and it hit directly on the body.

Luck will never favor the same person twice, the last time he just lost his hand, Yang Yue feels that he may have to lose more things now.
"Am I going to die? And because of my own stupidity, I said I want to stand by and watch, but when it happens in front of my eyes, I really can't do it if I want to ignore it."

Yang Yue laughed at himself, even if he chose to start over, the result would not change.

Yang Yue, who was quietly waiting for death with his eyes closed, didn't feel the pain from the car.

When I opened it at a glance, I was still familiar with the street, the hospital gate, and the daytime scene.

"Sure enough, I'm still dreaming."

Yang Yue laughed at himself, and while speaking, there was a sound accompanied by a smile.

"Fusheng Wuliang Tianzun, as expected, layman, you still didn't choose your own hands."

(End of this chapter)