Learn about the human body

Shortly after the end of the sports meeting is the midterm exam, passing the library every day, you can see classmates coming and going in a hurry.The study room is so full of books that it can almost overwhelm people.

Tang Qizhen had the illusion of dreaming back to his third year of high school: Sure enough, as long as the major is well chosen, the college entrance examination will be held at the end of each year.

They only had an English test in the design department. Tang Qizhen was a liberal arts student, and he had always been good at English, so he passed the test easily.

Of course, Tang Qizhen was also balding in order to design a beautiful little skirt when countless students were fighting at night with lights on and nothing from Ma Dongmei's back to the horse.

The editor, Ms. Mosquito Incense, asked him to submit the design draft of the pie chart at the end of November, but there are already many lolitas with the theme of "angel in white" on the market. From sweet to gothic, almost all the ideas have been used.Seeing that there was only one month left, he still hadn't moved a penny.

After appreciating the works of his predecessors, he was even more confused.He closed the computer, rolled his eyes, his head was empty, and he tore out a handful of broken hair by the way.

If only painting could be as easy as losing hair.

I got bald but not stronger.

Xiao Tang was heartbroken, got up and swept the hair all over the floor into the dustpan.

However, the experience of being reminded by death last time is still fresh in my memory.As a cool pigeon with a strong sense of self-management, Tang Qizhen plans to take time to visit the hospital to collect inspiration.

Art comes from life, which is what his father often said.If you really want to be a good painter, you must have a deep understanding of the content of your paintings. When you paint landscapes, you go out to travel and live for a while, and when you paint characters, you go to the place where they work to observe.

This is probably the freedom and romance of an artist.Tang Qizhen is still in the groping stage, so he can only do it with a half-knowledge.

He chose a weekday when there was no class, took a full set of equipment and went to the affiliated hospital of C University.It was past eight o'clock in the morning, and there were not many people in the hospital, but the recent flu outbreak was high, and the surroundings were full of coughing sounds one after another.

Tang Qizhen put on a mask, sat beside him and looked around aimlessly.He didn't go up to try to chat with the nurse sister until the group of people on the registration side cleared up.

"What's wrong with you, little brother?"

"It's okay." He quickly pulled off his mask and explained, "That's right. I'm a student at University C. I'm doing a group assignment recently. I have a few questions I want to interview you."

He stumbled and made up a reason.

"So it's like this, it's okay, little student, you can ask whatever you want." The nurse sister was very enthusiastic and dispelled his worries a little.

Tang Qizhen took out the materials he had prepared in advance, turned on the recording pen, and began to conduct an interview in a serious manner: "What is the most impressive thing in your work?"

The young lady smiled at first, and then said: "It should be when I just graduated from the regular training, I met a patient with myocardial infarction. How many hours..."

The two nurses at the front desk talked about a lot of things in the emergency room, from car accident patients to myocardial infarction. Tang Qizhen's heart was pounding after listening to it, and he was unconsciously brought into a tense atmosphere.

A moment after the conversation ended, he pulled back his thoughts and said thank you.

Several minutes have passed, Tang Qizhen glanced at the phone, a little embarrassed: "Uh, if it doesn't bother me, I still have a small question...that is, what do you guys think of being a nurse..."

Before he could finish speaking, a series of heavy footsteps suddenly came from outside, and a person walking towards him was carrying a half-dead guy wrapped in a windbreaker, and hurriedly dragged him to the registration office.

"Nurse sister, take, take his temperature, and refer to respiratory medicine..." He rolled his eyes, "It can't be done, this guy is so heavy."

Seeing patients coming, Tang Qizhen thanked them and made room for them.But he felt that this person looked familiar, as if he was from his own school, so he couldn't help but look more.

Unexpectedly, the two happened to meet eyes. The other party glanced tiredly, then straightened his eyes and said excitedly: "Oh, you are the elementary school boy Fu Yansheng mentioned, right? I'm Fei Zhibai, his roommate."

Hearing the senior's name, Tang Qizhen was stunned, thinking that the giant virus next to him must be Fu Yansheng, right?

It wasn't until the nurse removed the hood of his coat and took his temperature with an ear thermometer that Tang Qizhen saw his true face clearly.

Fu Yansheng leaned against the wall half dead, his face flushed, his brows furrowed, and his breathing heavy.

"What happened to him!?" Tang Qizhen was shocked.

Fei Zhibai joked, dumbfounded: "As we all know, our clinical medicine is a sudden death specialty."

"You speak human language on horseback!"

"Uh... just a cold, but it looks like the flu, burnt to a soldering iron."

When Tang Qizhen saw that he was in a daze with his eyes closed, his heart was wrenched, and he stepped forward to test the temperature of his forehead.

Not knowing whether it was because his hands were too cold or because he was too sick, Tang Qizhen was almost burned, so he shook his hands in a panic.

"Ahem..." Fu Yansheng frowned, and bumped his head into Tang Qizhen's stomach.

He straightened up subconsciously, and even though he was wearing a thick winter coat, he could still feel the sudden heat from his abdomen.

"Ahem..." He continued to cough.

Tang Qizhen frowned when he heard the words, patted his back to help him breathe, and asked, "Why is it so serious?"

"Ghost knows, he's not usually with me. He even got up to go to class this morning, but was blown out by the cold wind halfway." Fei Zhibai rubbed his wrists angrily, "Not only did I carry him, He also helped him carry his schoolbag, and his hand was about to be broken."

It sounds like the senior doesn't have a good relationship with his roommate.Tang Qizhen frowned, and was about to say something when he was interrupted by the nurse.

"Stop chatting, go to the doctor quickly, it's almost 40 degrees!"

Hearing this, Tang Qizhen yelled "Damn it" softly, and cooperated with Fei Zhibai to lift him up from the chair.

Fu Yansheng's consciousness was even vague, allowing the two of them to carry him away.

But to be precise, there was only one person, and Tang Qizhen was only as high as his shoulders, so he couldn't carry it at all.

Fei Zhibai threw his schoolbag to him: "Is there any class later?"

"At night, I will practice meditation."

"Sixiu? That's a good thing, let's take care of the senior." Fei Zhibai laughed meanly, "After taking such a long theory class, the teacher has taught you unity and friendship, right? Just practice it on the senior. "

Tang Qizhen blinked for no reason.

"We are full of classes every day, so we don't have time to take care of him. And putting such a large piece of virus in the dormitory will inevitably cause cross-infection, so it's better to rest in the hospital for a few days, don't you think?"

As Fei Zhibai said, he helped him to the internal medicine ward, and briefly explained the situation to the doctor.The process of diagnosing viral influenza was very complicated. The two of them hurried in and out to make several orders, and helped Fu Yansheng to the second floor.

The test was also a venous blood test, and he was still conscious, maybe it was just that the fever was too uncomfortable, and he lay on the table with his head covered and let the nurse fiddle with it.

After the blood was drawn, Fei Zhibai didn't know where he went, and he was the only one who took the swab by feeling and got up staggeringly.Before taking a few steps, he bumped into the wall with a bang, and the things in his hand slipped out.

"Be careful!" Tang Qizhen stretched out his hand to help him, but it was very reluctant because of the height difference.He wrapped his arms around the other person's heavy clothes, as if he was holding a stack of books, and moved the person to the chair with difficulty, asking for a cotton swab to stop the bleeding.

Fu Yansheng suddenly yelled twice, and took a deep breath.

That's how she should have been taken care of when she fainted from donating blood.Hearing his cough mixed with retching, Tang Qizhen patted his back anxiously: "Do you want to throw up?"

"...Not yet." Fu Yansheng squeezed out a sentence intermittently.

After a long while, he realized something, opened his eyes and said, "Tang Qizhen?...Why are you here?"

Tang Qizhen paused for a moment: "I happen to be in the hospital, so I'm collecting folklore."

"Go back quickly, the flu is high during this time." Fu Yansheng was awake for a long time before he could utter a complete sentence.

Tang Qizhen shook his head resolutely: "Your roommate has to go back to class. Since I know you are sick, I will definitely not leave you alone in the hospital."

After finishing speaking, he took out the mask from his pocket and put it on, and said in a muffled voice, "It might be better this way."

Fu Yansheng didn't have the energy to argue with him, so he took a light breath, closed his eyes and rested his mind.

After a while, Fei Zhibai came back with the test sheet, and he kept chanting about the white blood cell count, and helped him up from the chair.

Tang Qizhen snatched the test sheet from him, stared at the names of a bunch of immune cells, half understood, and worried.

Finally, after tossing around, Fei Zhibai rented a bed for him in the infusion room and settled down.

Fu Yansheng has always been a bit of a cleanliness freak, but he was so sick that he couldn't bear it anymore, so he resigned himself to his fate and lay down.

Seeing the nurse put on the drip for him, Fei Zhibai heaved a sigh of relief, pulled Tang Qizhen aside and said, "The bed is rented for 24 hours, you let him lie down first, and I will come after evening classes."

After a pause, he thought of something again, took out his mobile phone: "Add a WeChat."

Tang Qizhen nodded, and obediently scanned the QR code.The moment Fei Zhibai was about to open the door and leave, there was movement on the bed.

Fu Yansheng said solemnly: "Let him go back too."

"Go back to your head." Fei Zhibai cursed in a low voice, and patted Tang Qizhen on the back, "Leave him alone."

"Hmm..." He nodded helplessly and walked to the bed.

"...stay away from me." Fu Yansheng squeezed out a few words weakly.

Although he guessed that he was worried about cross-infection, Tang Qizhen still listened awkwardly, bit his lower lip, dragged the stool to the end of the bed and sat down.

The ward was quickly quiet, and the drips fell evenly. Fu Yansheng lay on the bed, his chest heaving and falling regularly.

Last week, he stood in front of his classmates who solved the unprovoked troubles for him, but he didn't expect to be sick and huddled in bed now.When I suddenly saw him vulnerable, I couldn't help but feel a little distressed.

He is strong, he is calm, and he is careful and gentle.No matter what, Tang Qizhen can't associate the senior with the sick and perverted——

His high marks in each subject were earned through hard work. He was not a born healer, let alone a born criminal genius.

Tang Qizhen looked at him a little distracted, holding the notebook in his hand, and when he regained consciousness, somehow there were a few more strokes on the paper, which looked like the outline of Fu Yansheng's profile.

Wucao, she actually had sex dreams in such a grandiose way in the hospital?

Why didn't you see your sketches so slippery during the art entrance examination? ?

Tang Qizhen rolled his eyes in disgust, put away the pen and paper, and accompanied him to finish the drip with peace of mind.

It was already afternoon in a flash, Tang Qizhen felt a little hungry, and was hesitating whether to go out to buy food, when there was a sudden movement on the bed.

Fu Yansheng suddenly took a deep breath and got up from the bed.

"what are you doing?"

"I seem to have dreamed of shaking hands with Doraemon..." Fu Yansheng put on his shoes in a daze, got up and staggered towards the door, "It's such a dirty big cat. It just had a fight with a fat tiger. It's mud."

? ?Tang Qizhen was dumbfounded.

Could it be that the senior is in a coma?

It's over, it's over, the Chinese medical profession will lose a great surgeon in the future.

He hurried forward, but Fu Yansheng softly pushed him away: "Do you know how many bacteria there are in that little mud? I have to wash my hands quickly, ahem...don't touch me."

As he said that, he staggered to the bathroom, squeezed out a big lump of hand sanitizer, rubbed it repeatedly three times, and then turned on the faucet to flush it.

Seeing his standard handwashing action, Tang Qizhen finally felt relieved, and even wanted to laugh a little.

The confused senior is too cute! !

Xiao Tang felt that he was doing well again.