I still don't want to go to school today

Two days before being discharged from the hospital, Yuning pulled out the needle on the back of her hand and walked out of the ward.

It is now 09:30 am and it is full light.She had to slow down as the hallways were crowded with the extra beds.

There was an old couple who had just woken up.The wife held an enamel basin in one hand, and wiped her husband's face with a wet towel in the other. The hot air was lingering between them.

Nobody cared where she went.She didn't really know where she could go, and she was actually uncomfortable moving around.So she found a window at random, but it got stuck half way.

She refused to give up, leaned against the wall, supported the window frame with both hands, gritted her teeth and exerted strength to the other side. With a "squeak", the window slid a few centimeters, and she withdrew her right hand with a cry of pain.

In just a second, the blood didn't have time to come out, but the severe pain told her that the line on the back of her hand was not an indentation.Bend your fingers, and the crimson color from the depths of the indentation overflows.She looked up again and saw a sharp piece of iron protruding from the window frame.

She gasped and backed away, the fingers of her left hand were trembling and she wanted to touch the horrific-looking wound, but she didn't dare.

Obviously what she wanted to do was more painful than being cut, but now she was so scared that she cried out.The continuous flow of blood made her go limp, and she began to shout: "Help..."

She felt that she was going to die here alone.

She let the blood flow like this for a few minutes, moved her legs and found that she hadn't gotten any softer, and even recovered a little.The will to live pushed her to move towards the doctor's office.

Doctors can save lives, right?Although they charge a lot of money.

She began to worry about whether the doctor would not save her after she owed so much money.

A man came down the corridor.She wiped away her tears with her left hand, and when he approached, she choked up and said, "Can you call the doctor for me...I'm going to die...my hand..."

The man stopped, and then asked, "Bed number three?"

She looked into those eyes and slowly recognized the person—mainly because the doctor was not wearing a mask and was wearing civilian clothes, which was completely different from usual.

"Doctor Fu—" Her tears began to drip down again, "Why don't you wear white clothes? I don't know you anymore..."

"...I just got off work. What happened to your hand?"

Dr. Fu is usually not in charge of Yu Ning, she knows that he is all because of the nurses' chatting and the well-shaped profile she had glimpsed from afar.

"Look——" No matter what, he is now a life-saving doctor for Yuning. "The bleeding won't stop - I'm going to lose a lot of blood..."

Doctor Fu glanced at the back of her hand. "You hold it down first."

"I dare not..." She broke down in tears. "Doctor, can you save me...it hurts..."

Doctor Fu still took her hand.She breathed a sigh of relief, then screamed as he pressed hard on her wound.

"Just press it like this. The blood vessel should not be injured, but stitches are still needed." He said calmly. "I let go, you press it yourself. Go over there and find Dr. Cai, he should be free now."

She bit her lower lip and stared at him.

Dr. Fu didn't lose his expression when she looked at her like this, and only sighed softly. "The small operating room over there is empty, let the nurse take you there."

She was still terrified: "What about you?"

"Go get things, and," he turned around, "change clothes."

Yu Ning sat alone in the cold operating room for less than half a minute, but felt a thousand kinds of despair.She always suspected that she was forgotten here - Dr. Fu's indifferent attitude did not give her enough sense of security.

Just when she couldn't help but rushed out to find him again, the nurse came in with the treatment tray.She listened to the icy sound of instruments colliding with each other, and remembered the sudden rise when she was lying on the operating table a week ago, surrounded by a group of people whose faces could not be seen clearly, and then covered her face with a blue-green cloth. discomfort.

She looked at the wound on her hand, the blood was still flowing, and the color of the edge of the cut flesh had darkened.

Doctor Fu finally came.She became excited again, and couldn't understand the words.The nurse repeated for him: "Put your hands on it. Oh, yes."

"If you're nervous, turn around." Dr. Fu said. "Don't look."

She turned her head guiltily: she had obviously undergone major surgery, but she was still extremely sensitive to wounds and pain.

There was a sound of tearing the package.After a while, Dr. Fu began to put on gloves, and the nurse pulled the head of the shadowless lamp diagonally above her.

She felt a lot of cold liquid poured near the wound, and something like a wet cotton cloth was swimming on the skin.The pain wasn't too severe, but it was inexplicably itchy.Several times she started to struggle unconsciously, and then was pushed back again by a strong hand.

More fluid then poured directly into the wound.She screamed, "Doctor Fu—"

"Have you had your breakfast?"

She was confused by the sudden strange question, she didn't bother to cry out the pain, and looked at him with her mouth half-opened.

Doctor Fu picked up a syringe. "Might be a little uncomfortable waiting. What did you have for breakfast?"

"Drinking rice porridge—ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!" She took a deep breath, "It hurts——!!"

It wasn't "discomfort," it was excruciating pain.And more than once—the needle jabbed unceremoniously into the wound, lifting the skin.

"What porridge?" Dr. Fu continued to ask. "It will be fine soon."

Her eyes were red. "Millet porridge...ah, it hurts...doctor, have you eaten it?"

"I have not."

It really doesn't hurt that much anymore. "Doctor... you were on duty last night?"

"Ah."

In the end, the wound completely lost its pain, but I could feel something sharp piercing through the skin again.She got used to it gradually, summoned up the courage to look down.

Black threads had grown from the wound.

"Doctor... You were supposed to go home just now." She whispered.

"Yeah." The wrist rotated, and the pliers pulled the string and spun around.

"Sorry for wasting your time." The sense of crisis passed, and she became very guilty. "Are you going home for breakfast?"

"The family is ready." Still concise.

"Ah... that's great. You can have hot food when you go home." She wanted to cry again.

"Not as delicious as you think." He said after a moment of silence.

After talking for a while without saying a word, Yu Ning completely relaxed.Seeing the dark circles under Dr. Fu's eyes that even the lights couldn't cover, she felt even more guilty.

Doctors are also very lively people, she just thought of it.He looks so tired.She was familiar with this exhaustion.

"Doctor, sometimes I feel... living is so tiring." Her nose was a little sour again, "I have no job, no house, no ability, no one, even if I am sick enough to die, I can't find a body collector—"

But empathy failed. "You are just a gallstone, so you won't be sick to death."

"I also want to have a home, and I want someone at home to wait for me to go back—"

"Go and have a relationship." The bandaging began.

"Love?" She smiled wryly, "Doctor, you haven't experienced it, you won't understand—"

"I am married."

She was taken aback, "Huh?!"

"Don't get water on the wound, and be careful when you move. Come and have the stitches removed after ten days. Continue to eat light food."

Yuning's mind is in a mess: The doctor is so busy and has time to fall in love and get married—the point is why did Doctor Fu marry young?

She felt a little sorry for the nurses.

He walked out a few steps, then looked back at her with calm eyes.

"You're lucky. That window can only go so far."