My Bloodthirty Husband is So Gentle

It was Tan Guanxi's mother, Ms. Yang, who hadn't seen her for a few months. She was full of gorgeous hair, and she was much older. She was not as domineering as before. She knelt on the ground and bowed her body, like an old woman.

Doctor Shi, please, save my daughter. She raised her hand, trying to grab Shi Jin's clothes.

He took a step back, frowning lightly: Madam Tan, I'm not a savior, I'm just a surgeon, that's all.

Ms. Yang sobbed softly: Can't you really think of a way?

Everyone said her daughter was hopeless, but she was only twenty-five years old, so young...

Shi Jin shook his head: Sorry.

He motioned for Xiao Yi to help him up. He didn't want to drag him any more. When he turned around, he saw Jiang Jiusheng not far away. He walked over: Why did you get out of bed?

Ms. Yang walked past with her back arched, her eyes glazed over and in a daze.

Jiang Jiusheng glanced at it, then looked away: I'm fine. She looked at Shi Jin, her complexion improved a lot, I can be discharged from the hospital.

Shi Jin supported her infusion stand, pushed her with one hand, and led her to the office with the other: Colds are easy to recur in different seasons, so stay in the hospital for two more days. He closed the door and carried her to the back of the consulting room on the hospital bed, Just treat it as being with me.

Jiang Jiusheng said yes, and thought of just now: Is Tan Guanxi really hopeless?

Shi Jin nodded: After her heart transplant operation, she had a strong rejection reaction, and her heart failed too quickly, and she was unable to recover.

If I stayed abroad, I might be able to survive this winter, but if I returned home with my sick body, I would not be able to survive the winter.

Jiang Jiusheng kept silent, thought for a long time, but couldn't help asking: If you have been her attending doctor, can she live longer?

Assumption only.

She and Tan Mobao were once torn apart because of Tan's family, and it was absolutely impossible for Shi Jin to continue to be Tan Guanxi's attending doctor.

Shi Jin thought for a while and answered her: I don't know, there are many variables in heart disease. Even if I perform a heart transplant on her, it shouldn't be much better. The probability of rejection with rare blood types is 6.3 times that of normal blood types. time. Shi Jin's voice was low and deep, Shengsheng, I'm not a god, and there are diseases and people I can't cure.

What's more, he is not a benevolent person, he holds grudges, mixed with personal likes and dislikes, can't be impartial, let alone let the past go.

I know. She still had a needle on the back of her right hand, and hugged him with the other hand, I just feel that life is very fragile.

Death is always unexpected.

Seems like a frightening topic.

Shi Jin held her chin, looked at each other, he looked at her seriously, and said in a solemn tone, So, you have to eat and sleep well, take care of yourself, don't get hurt, don't get sick, and don't use your body too hard. , I hope you grow old without disease or disaster.

Jiang Jiusheng tilted his head slightly, and brushed his lips against the back of his hand: I will, and you should too. She grabbed his hand, held it in it, and slightly raised her head, Shi Jin, if, just if, our You only have ten days left in your life, what will you do?

How could he and she die, he didn't like this kind of assumption.

After thinking about it carefully, he replied: Use one day to arrange our funeral, and the remaining nine days, I will be in bed with you and do enough.

Of course, not just arranging the funeral, he should also destroy the world and kill all the people who hinder them from being together.

Of course, you can't tell Shengsheng, it will scare her.

Jiang Jiusheng froze for a moment, his ears felt hot: ...I'm serious.

Shi Jin followed the example of kindness: Me too.

After killing everyone, he died on her body.

Jiang Jiusheng: ...

The next day, Tan Guanxi's mother came to the cardiac surgery department again, but this time, instead of begging Shi Jin to save her daughter, she begged him to see her.

She came here many times, and stayed outside Shi Jin's office all the time except in the ward.

In the evening, Shi Jin went to Tan Guanxi's ward. After she was transferred to Tianbei Hospital, the attending doctor was not Shi Jin. This was the first time she met him face to face after returning to China.

It was very quiet in the ward, and the sound of footsteps was obvious.

She couldn't open her eyes very well, she couldn't see clearly, she looked at the vague outline at the door: Shi Jin, is that you? She wasn't sure, her voice was very weak, Is it you?

Shi Jin approached the hospital bed.

Tan Guanxi blinked and saw his appearance clearly. He is still the same as before, with the breeze and the moon, Zhilan Yushu. It's just that she was different, her face was haggard and bony.

Shi Jin said, If you have anything to say, I will have surgery later.

His voice is neither familiar nor unfamiliar, and it is exactly the same as before.

Wearing an oxygen mask, she struggled to speak: I have a question I've been meaning to ask you.

Shi Jin looked at her with indifferent eyes: You ask.

She was facing the light, the light hit her eyes, they were a little hollow, the color of the pupils was very light, and she spoke very slowly: My father said that before I went to the United States for surgery, domestic doctors refused to perform surgery on me. , did you let go? Do you want me to die?

The last sentence, after all, can not be asked.

Shi Jin didn't hesitate for a moment, and admitted: Well, it's me. After a pause, he cherished words like gold, and added, It's the truth.

He let go of the words and clearly stated the risks of the operation.

It is true that there is selfishness, but it is also true that the success rate of the operation is very low, and the probability of death is more than 90%. If there is no rescue, no domestic doctor would dare to take over.

Tan Guanxi twitched the corners of her mouth and smiled.

There is nothing to be reconciled to, it is fate, and I can't blame others.

She looked at Shi Jin with her eyelids open, because she was so skinny, her small face was no bigger than a palm, her eyes looked bigger and bigger, but she was indifferent: The doctor who operated on me said that if I stayed abroad, maybe I would still be able to survive. Get through this winter, but I want to come back. She spoke a little more emphatically, and said clearly, I want to see you again.

Shi Jin didn't answer, his expression was flat, and there was no emotional ups and downs in his eyes.

Tan Guanxi was lying down, with one hand exposed, bruised and purple, with many instrument tubes pasted on it, his wrist was very thin, and the uneven lines of the bones could be seen clearly.

She seemed to be talking to herself: Recently, I always think of the first time I saw you.

That was three years ago, she hung up on his doctor.

He was wearing a white coat with a white shirt inside. When she entered, he didn't look up. He was looking at her case and asked with a lowered head, Miss Tan?

At that time, she thought, the voice is really nice.

She approached and introduced herself: Hi, I'm Tan Guanxi.

He raised his head with ordinary eyes: Please sit down.

What a delicate face.

She looked into a pair of eyes, and forgot to look away for a moment, as if she saw the galaxy thousands of miles away, and saw a deep blue deep in the sea, which was clean and clear.

He repeated it, still in a calm tone: Please sit down.

She just looked away, sat down, and cleaned up her gaffe just now without any trace: You are a doctor. An authoritative doctor in heart surgery, she thought it would be an old man.

He nodded and put down the pen in his hand: I'm Shi Jin, your attending doctor.

It was a silver pen with white lettering on the cap. She couldn't see the letters on it clearly, maybe she didn't have the energy to read it, so her eyes fell on his hand.

The surgeon's hand, the hand holding the scalpel, is too beautiful.

After three years, when I think about it again, my memory is not blurred at all, it is still clear, just like yesterday.

Shi Jin, she focused her somewhat slack pupils, and looked at him, If I had met you earlier, earlier than Jiang Jiusheng, you—

Shi Jin interrupted her: Miss Tan,

Miss Tan...

It is still the same address as before, always keeping a distance.

There was no special expression on his face, as if looking at one of his patients, without personal emotion in his eyes, he said, No if.

Tan Guanxi was about to open his mouth.

Shi Jin added: Even if there is, it's only my girlfriend.

She laughed and gasped twice while wearing an oxygen mask: I'm about to die, so you can't lie to me.

He politely declined: Sorry, I don't have that obligation.

That's right, he has a cold personality, except for Jiang Jiusheng, he will not compromise for anyone, even if she is dying, he has never seen a trace of compassion in his eyes.

If her mother hadn't begged him, he probably wouldn't have come to see her.

What an affectionate and unfeeling man.

For several days in a row, the weather was good, neither wind nor rain, the sun was warm, but it was early winter, it got dark early, and it was extremely cold at night.

On the second night of Jiang Jiusheng's hospitalization, the moon was very round, oh, it was the fifteenth day of the lunar calendar.

After nine o'clock in the evening, there was crying in the corridor of the inpatient department, which didn't stop for a long time. Shi Jin walked out of Jiang Jiusheng's ward and asked the nurse outside, Who is crying?

The nurse on duty replied: The patient in the ward downstairs has passed away, and he is a family member. There was no emotional turmoil. In the hospital, I have long been used to birth, old age, sickness and death.

Shi Jin was silent for a short time: Three zero seven?

The nurse on duty was surprised and nodded: Yes, the patient of 307 just stopped breathing.

Tan Guanxi lives in Ward 307.

On December 12th, at 9:49:56 p.m., Tan Guanxi passed away. Outside the ward, Mrs. Tan's wife Yang cried hysterically.

In the ward, the corpse was covered with a white cloth, revealing a wrist, pale and bloodless. Ms. Yang knelt in front of the bed, weeping and shouting 'Guanxi', while Tan Xiyao sat on the ground, covering her face and weeping.

Not long after, the medical staff came to transfer the corpse. A black diary fell out from under the pillow and fell to the ground. The wind blew, and the pages rustled, and the beautiful characters appeared on the paper.

My attending physician was a young man.

He has a gentle name, Shi Jin.

He is very polite to everyone, but he is not close to anyone.

He is a very powerful doctor, and he looks surprisingly good-looking with a scalpel.

He likes white, white water glasses, white shirts, white sneakers, and white lettering on pens.

He loves cleanliness very much, has a slight obsession with cleanliness, and always carries disinfectant with him.

He has beautiful hands and writes beautifully.

He always politely called me Miss Tan.

His eyes are very charming, but when he looks at me, he always looks at me with a three-point alienation, as if he is separated by mountains, rivers and clouds.

At night, I always think about what it would be like for such a cold person to fall in love with someone.

Turns out, it would be crazy.

For the first time in my life, I tasted the taste of jealousy. Sourness, unwillingness, and resentment fermented and grew in my already overwhelmed heart.

I became the kind of woman I hated the most, playing the buffoon in other people's stories.

He has never focused on me before, and he didn't know before that the shadow reflected in his eyes is a bright galaxy that I have never seen before.

My heart is getting worse and worse, probably reminding me that I can't bear such a man.

My father said that he refused to operate on me. He used to love the way he held a scalpel the most. In the end, he didn't pick up a scalpel for me either.

I had a heart replacement, and the new attending doctor said that studies have shown that heart cells have memory, but I have already had a heart replacement, so it is up to him to install it.

My mother often wiped her tears behind my back, and I thought, maybe my time is running out.

I want to go back to my country and see him one last time.

He is still the same him as when he first saw him, with vast stars hidden in his brows and eyes, like the interstellar stars on a winter night.

My life is short, and the story is not long. It can be summed up in four words, and I can't love it.

Tan Guanxi's last pen.

Slap.

The light in the ward was turned on, and the eyelids of the person on the bed moved, but they did not open.

Shi Jin walked over and called softly, Shengsheng.

Jiang Jiusheng opened his eyes, a little sleepy: Huh?

He leaned closer and said, We're discharged.

She was surprised, and her drowsiness faded away: Now?

Um.

She sat up, checked the time, it was ten o'clock in the evening, and asked Shi Jin, Why are you in such a hurry?

Shi Jin went to get the clothes, turned back to the bedside to help her put them on, and explained, Suddenly I miss Xu Bomei.

Jiang Jiusheng laughed dumbfounded.

The window was closed, but the wind outside the window could still be heard. Shi Jin held her hand, and her hand was cold. She clenched it tightly and rubbed it twice: It's cold outside, you should wear more.

Shi Jin zipped up her jacket: I'm holding you, it's not cold.

He took her home, he didn't want her to see life and death, he didn't want her to witness birth, old age, sickness and death.

On December 15th, the Tan family held a funeral at Jiangbei Funeral Parlor.

In the mourning hall, in the black-and-white photo, the girl Gu Pan smiled slightly, and there were sacrifices on the table, as well as white chrysanthemums and calla lilies. In front of the mourning hall, Ms. Yang was sitting on the ground, in a trance, her voice was hoarse from crying, but she was still murmuring .

Wan Xi.

Wan Xi.

Ms. Yang was dressed in black, her temples were white, and she looked at the photo with blank eyes: Why did you just go there, how did you let your mother live.

There were no more tears in her eyes, Yin Hong was dry, Ms. Yang muttered, and started to cry again: Guanxi, my daughter, my poor daughter.

Mom will go with you.

Mom isn't alive anymore.

The crying stopped suddenly, and Ms. Yang stood up and slammed into the wall. At this moment, someone grabbed her and fell staggeringly to the ground.

She cried hoarsely and passed out.

The people who came to express their condolences came and went without saying a word. Many flowers were placed in the room and incense was burned. The smell was very strong, and it made people feel depressed once they entered.

There were two rows of wreaths at the door, and the master of ceremonies of the funeral home stood aside and asked the people who stayed at the door: Are you here to express condolences? Probably engaged in funeral work all year round, the woman said in a formulaic tone, White chrysanthemums are there.

The person who came was a young girl, dressed in black, standing at the door without going in.

calligraphy.

It was Tan Xiyao who came out from the inside and looked at the person at the door with red eyes: Mo Bao.

Tan Mobao didn't answer, walked over, took a white chrysanthemum, placed it in front of the mourning hall, bent down and lit a stick of incense, then knelt on the futon, bowed three times, got up, she looked at the photo, turned and left after a while .

Tan Xiyao chased after him, old-fashioned, bent over, his voice choked up: Mo Bao, you stay here, this is your sister.

Tan Mobao turned his head and bowed like all the guests who came to express his condolences: Mr. Tan, my condolences.

Tan Xiyao's eyes immediately became moist: Mo Bao...

She didn't say anything more, left, left the crying behind, walked faster and faster, walked to a place where no one was there, squatted down, lowered her head and blushed.

In the evening, the Xie family's nine disciples held a wedding banquet, and Master Xie Dang Xie went to give a gift. Because he drove there, he didn't drink, and after nine o'clock, he drove his sleazy Ferrari and drove the brothers and sisters one by one. sent back.

Damn, it's exhausting!

After sending the last one away, he pulled over and stopped for a while, then dialed Master Xie's number and complained for a while.

At this point, there are not many pedestrians on the road, the street performers under the overpass have not yet confiscated their stalls, and the stalls with film stickers have not left, and the wind by the river is very strong.

Under the bridge, there is a shrunken figure, and the lights of the cars coming and going are bright and dark for a while.

Talk about calligraphy.

Xie Dang put on a mask, stood outside and yelled, but he squatted down and didn't respond, he walked in a little bit, annoyed: Talk about Mobao!

The lump squatting under the overpass turned around.

The headlights just turned on, and the light shone on her face, flashing past.

Xie Dang saw it for real now: It's really you, you're sleepwalking here at night, you've got— Before the word 'pit' could be said, the headlights of the car shone into her tearful eyes. In his eyes, he really froze for a moment, Crying?

I'm used to seeing her go to heaven and earth to make jokes, and I thought this girl was made of reinforced concrete, but it turned out that she was also made of water.

Tan Mobao wiped his eyes, poked his neck and said, I didn't cry, the wind blows.

His voice was choked, and he was crying.

People are not used to this teary-eyed look, Xie Dang kicked the stone on the ground: Go back, stop drinking the northwest wind.

She listened, stood up, probably squatting for a long time, her feet were numb, she staggered two steps, and turned her head: Brother Dang, go to drink.

Look at her poor face...

Xie Dang took her to a Qing Bar, the location was hard to find, but that Qing Bar had good drinks, high consumption, and arty decoration, and most of the people who went there to have fun were regular customers, either rich or expensive.

He drove here, didn't drink, just looked at Tanmo Baoniu and drank thousands of glasses of foreign wine, which made her drink like plain water.

In less than fifteen minutes, a row of empty glasses.

At this moment, the guy was already shaking his head, Xie Dang held down the wine glass in front of her: Okay, stop drinking.

She looked up, grinned at him, stood up, took a cup from a distance, drank it in one gulp, sat back, squinted her eyes, and leaned on the deck: A few days ago, a guy I hated very much People died.

Xie Dang threw a broad bean into his mouth: Then why are you crying? Isn't it time to gloat?

I thought it would be very happy and relieve my anger. I saw a ghost, and I was a little sad. She thought to herself, Didn't you say that the disaster will last for thousands of years? She is also very bad, how did she survive? Twenty-five?

She really hated Tan Guanxi, and she was really blocked. She was caught off guard just like that.

As she spoke, she reached for the wine glass on the table again.

Xie Dang moved the glass away: Come on, don't drink it, I don't care about you when you're drunk.

She snatched it up, lay on the armrest of the seat, and said to herself incessantly: She is very poor, she has suffered from heart disease since she was born, her parents are very precious to her, what do you want for her? What, it's just spoiling people like this.

Xie Dang didn't take her words and let her speak.

Her almond-eyed eyes were misty, she seemed drunk, and she said in a dragged tone: She is like a vampire, sucking my blood every three days, I hate her.

She is beautiful, smart, and has a business mind, but she fell in love with someone who didn't like her.

She grinned and smiled.

I couldn't be happier when I found out. For someone I hate so much, someone can finally frustrate her and let her experience the feeling of being unwelcome.

The smile on the corner of her mouth disappeared, and she blinked her eyelids, a little flushed.

She has a heart disease, so she shouldn't be able to be overjoyed and sad, but I have seen her distraught several times, it may be because of this, she won't live long.

She was always lukewarm to me, didn't say anything nice to me, and she was extremely annoying. I had cursed her viciously many times before, but now the curse has come true, and she is finally dead.

Xie Dang was confused and didn't know who she was talking about. He glanced at the time, swayed his legs and kicked the opposite table: Go back when you've said enough, I have something to do tonight.

She didn't move, she was still sitting lazily, when suddenly she said: The dead person is my blood sister. Her eyelids drooped twice, and when she lifted them up, the laser lights of the bar shone in, teary eyes Po Whirling, She has panda blood just like me, and she is the only person in this world who bleeds the same blood as me.

Xie Dang was quiet.

Then, Tan Mobao was also quiet, and after that, he didn't say anything, poured one cup after another into his stomach, and after throwing a lot of wine bottles, he sat on the ground and cried, singing while crying, Jiang Jiusheng's song, obviously in a cheerful rhythm , She burst into tears as she sang.

After all, it is a human life, suddenly gone...

After ten o'clock in the evening, Song Jing managed to put the child to sleep, and just lay down, closed her eyes less than ten minutes later, the phone on the table rang, and she didn't answer it, the phone kept ringing tirelessly.

At this point, no one will call except that ancestor.

Song Jing took a deep breath, picked it up, and didn't suppress her anger: Don't sleep at night, sleepwalking!

Xie Dang said concisely: Come here.

Your ancestors!

Song Jing rolled her eyes: What trouble did you get into again?

With a tone like Uncle Xie Dang: It's not me.

Just as she was about to ask who it was, there was a burst of singing over there.

A vine in front of Amen, the green land of Amen and Amen has just sprouted, and the snail is carrying that heavy shell, climbing up step by step...

The singing is hysterical, but not a single word is in tune. It's very irritating at night. That's not the point, the point is that it's actually a woman!

Song Jing immediately got up from the bed: Who is it that is howling?

Vice President of the Jiangbei Fan Club.

She didn't react for a moment.

Xie Dang urged over there: Come quickly and get the person away, if you don't come, I will be deaf from her torment.

At this time, there was another hoarse singing.

Am I the person you love the most? Why don't you speak? It's your cold hand that holds it. It makes me so sad to not move...

The crying changed, and the singing became joyful.

The big windmill whirled around, the scenery here is really beautiful, the sky is beautiful, and there are happy friends...

Xie Dang: ... Damn, it's so noisy!

He took off his coat, covered Ge Tan Mobao's head, she was honest, and slept in the booth, and now his ears were clean.

After about half an hour, Xie Dang guessed that Song Jing was coming soon, and woke up the sleeping man. After taking a nap, Tan Mobao woke up a little bit from the wine, stopped making trouble, and obediently followed Xie Dang, walking unsteadily, better than being quiet and obedient, he stopped, and she stopped too.

The man with tattooed arms bumped into Xie Dang head-on, without apologizing, entered a box, and closed the door behind him. With a click, the door lock bounced back and did not close.

Xie Dang glanced back.

Miss.

The man's voice seemed to have hurt his throat, and he pulled out his throat abruptly.

The door was opened a crack, and the man's burly back could be seen, as well as the long legs of the woman lying on the sofa, with red high-heeled shoes under their feet.

Is something delivered?

The words are correct, the accent is round, and the female voice is very nice.

The man bowed his head respectfully: It has been delivered to Qin Mingli.

The woman laughed, shaking the red wine glass with her white hand: It's time to close the net.

Outside the door, Xie Dang was leaning against the wall.

Tan Mobao reached out and pulled the corner of his clothes: Brother Dang, I—

He covered her mouth and shook his head. She wasn't fully awake from the wine, she was a little dazed, she didn't move, she didn't make a sound, she just stood obediently.

Xie Dang moved a little towards the door and continued to listen.

After nearly half an hour, Song Jing called. Xie Dang had been waiting in the car for a long time, impatient: Why so long?

On the co-pilot, Tan Mobao fell into a deep sleep.

He is a public figure, and he can't send her to the hotel, so he can only point to Song Jing to finish.

Cangning Road has an accident and is blocked, where are you?

In the alley behind Listening Jiuxuan. Because he was afraid that paparazzi would follow him, Xie Dang chose a remote place. He grabbed a handful of curly hair and it exploded, Hurry up, I'm about to freeze to death gone.

Song Jing ground her back molars: Wait. This enemy!

After hanging up the phone, Xie Dang shivered.

In the deep alley, in the dead of night, there are dogs barking in the distance, a few cars are parked sparsely on the side of the road, and there is no one around.

Suddenly, the car body shook slightly.

Boom.

Boom.

Boom.

Three consecutive beeps, very loud, as if something heavy hit the rear of the car.

Xie Dang rolled down the car window and shouted, Who is it?

No one answered, echoes came from the alley, and the barking of dogs in the distance became more fierce.

He got out of the car and walked to the rear of the car. There were three bricks on the ground, and three marks were made on his car.

Who the hell smashed his car!

He walked forward for a while, looked up at the other side of the wall courtyard, at the entrance of the alley, suddenly there was a car light coming, he turned around, and the strong light pierced his eyes.

On the opposite side, the black car body slammed into it quickly.

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