Yizhi

The clouds are thick, the thunder is billowing, and the first rain of this summer is coming.Song Yezhi crossed the drawing board and looked out the window, absent-mindedly holding the paintbrush.

I don't know if today's lunch can still be delivered.

Glancing at the watch on his wrist, he put down his pen and began to collect his things.

The people next to him greeted him: "Song Yezhi, are you leaving so early today? It's going to rain outside."

Song Yezhi smiled: "I have something to go home, so there should be time to take a taxi."

After leaving the studio building, the whole body was immediately wrapped in a humid heat wave.Song Yezhi frowned, and ran to the side of the road to take a taxi.

Tao Guosheng was surprised when he saw him come back: "You came back so early today?"

"Come back before it's raining, don't delay because of the rain." Song Yezhi was sweating a few minutes from the alley to the door, "It's going to rain and it's still so hot."

Song Yingjun heard his voice in the living room, and followed him out and asked, "It seems to be a heavy rainstorm, will you still deliver food to Xiaowei today?"

"Give it off." While staying at home for a meal, Song Yezhi went to change his vest and underpants, and stood at the door with his hips crossed, looking at the sky with Song Yingjun, "Can you cool off for a few days?"

Tao Guosheng answered in the kitchen: "It's hotter."

Song Yingjun said: "Look at the rain after eating. If it is too heavy, don't go. Let him make do in the hospital cafeteria."

Song Yezhi chased after him and asked: "It's too hot, my uncle won't let you go. If it's going to rain heavily, you won't let me go. Why is it so difficult for me to contribute to the people?"

After the meal, the dark clouds were still gathering, the wind was getting stronger, and there was no rain, Song Yezhi hurriedly packed the lunch box, changed his clothes and went out: "I'm leaving."

Song Yingjun asked him to run slowly: "Pay attention to safety, let the master drive slowly."

"Understood." Song Yezhi waved the umbrella in his hand, and ran away without a trace.

When we arrived at the hospital, the sky was getting darker and the rain was still coming.Song Yezhi looked up while walking: how heavy the rain has been for so long.

Song Yezhi went to the office, but there was no one there.He put down the lunch box, sat on the swivel chair, and stayed idle for more than ten minutes.He got up and went to the window, thinking, why not wait for the rain to come, and leave after it was over.

At this moment, there was a commotion outside the door, and Song Yezhi thought the patient was in critical condition.Because of the delivery of food, he watched several battles of emergency first aid, the speed of life and death, snatching people's lives from the hands of death.

I went to the door to look, but I didn't see the patient, but a group of white coats gathered together.An old and serious doctor hurried upstairs, full of momentum, and the rest of the nurses and young doctors followed behind in panic, even wiping tears.

With sharp eyes, he saw Duan Cheng who was in the same office as Yi Qingwei.Duan Cheng also saw him standing by the door, didn't say anything, even showed no expression, and hurried upstairs with the team in white coats.

It was this look that made Song Yezhi flustered for no reason.Looking back at Yi Qingwei's empty seat, he gritted his teeth and followed.

It turned out that they were going to the operating room.

The floor of the operating room was even more chaotic. A man in construction work clothes and a hard hat, covered in mud, knelt on the ground and said sorry.No one stood in front of him, they all stood beside him with cold faces, staring at him.

I don't know who he is saying sorry to.

Song Yezhi looked around, there was no Yi Qingwei here.

The gray-haired doctor's expression became more serious, and his voice was deep and loud: "Get out of the way!"

He ordered three people, and quickly said: "You guys follow me in and change people, and the others should do whatever they want, don't stand in the way and waste time!"

A male doctor wearing glasses stood up and followed closely: "Director! I want to go too!"

The doctor who was called to be the director didn't stop walking. He waved him away and shouted, "What are you going to do! You little brat, get out of the way!"

The door of the operating room opened and closed, and the atmosphere instantly calmed down. Only the man kneeling on the ground continued to say sorry in a weak voice.

Duan Cheng couldn't help it, and said coldly: "You are not sorry for us who are outside now."

Song Yezhi stood at the stairs, uneasy.He walked over slowly, and asked Duan Cheng cautiously: "Here, what happened?"

The young nurse who was wiping tears downstairs before had red eyes: "Not long ago, a patient with a fracture was sent in for a minor operation. Dr. Liang brought a few interns in, but...but the one just now told the truth, the patient With AIDS, the director immediately took someone to replace him."

Song Yezhi's throat tightened, and he turned to look at Duan Cheng.

Duan Cheng whispered, "Your uncle... is also inside."

As soon as the words were finished, the door of the operating room opened again, and a few interns came out. Song Yezhi looked over in a panic—there was no Yi Qingwei there either.

He rushed up and took a closer look, the hands of those people were still shaking.

"Where's Yi Qingwei?" He asked.

Duan Cheng then stood beside him, also asking, "Where's Xiao Yi?"

One of them regained his composure, clenched his hands into fists, tried to control his trembling, but to no avail, he opened his mouth, his voice trembling: "Xiaoyi...Xiaoyi's glove was cut by a bone spur shortly after he started. It's useless to say... come out now... come out, he said he has to finish this one, director, the director can't hold him back..."

If something went wrong, it would be the last operation he could have, and his career would be over before it even started.

Perhaps, not just career.

There was a bang, the thunder blasted the sky, and the windows of the whole floor trembled.The gust of wind swept Dou Da's raindrops across the border, fierce and merciless, smashing the sky and the earth to the ground.

Song Yezhi lost his soul and looked around in a daze.

The atmosphere was dead silent, and no one spoke for that 1 minute.

The dazzling red surgical light was on steadily, the glass window was shaking unsteadily, Song Yezhi lowered his head, unable to make a sound.The people around were not standing close together, and through the gap, the man kneeling on the ground met his absent-minded eyes.

The man had a bitter face, his legs trembled and turned around, facing Song Yezhi, lying on the ground crying: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's not his fault, after he got this disease in a daze, go... No matter whether he went to the village or to the medical clinic in the town, no one would take him in. No one would take him in. Today, he fell off such a high shelf, and everyone watched him bleeding and refused to help. I can't help it , I'm afraid...I dare not say...I'm sorry, it's not his fault..."

The nurse asked in a crying voice: "We have emphasized that the medical history cannot be concealed, and we have asked you no less than three times!"

Getting sick is not his fault.

It is not the doctor's fault that the doctor refuses to accept it.

It's not your fault that you kneel here and cry without dignity.

Song Yezhi approached him step by step, knelt down, grabbed his collar with both hands, lifted the slimy figure, and nailed it to the wall.

"Whose fault is that?" A few words were torn from his throat, he asked softly.

The fist was pushed in an inch further, and it pressed firmly against the throat of the person in front of him. Song Yezhi was bound by a strong sense of powerlessness, unable to move, but the strength in his hand became heavier and heavier, and the short blunt nails were embedded in his own flesh. Beads of blood scrambled out.

His eyes have never been so cruel and fragile, and he repeated palely: "Whose fault is that?"

"Song Yezhi."

Someone is calling him.

Song Yezhi's eyeballs staring at the ground moved, and then raised his head after focusing. Yi Qingwei's mask was still hanging on the side of his cheek, and he looked down at him.Song Yezhi was stunned, and his eyes moved to Yi Qingwei's hand. Yi Qingwei's fingers seemed to be burned by his gaze, and he curled up unconsciously.

He squatted down, looked at Song Yezhi, and said helplessly, "I always like to be in a daze."

"Is your surgery done?"

"finished."

As soon as I came out, I saw you crouching in the corner like a puppy, waiting for me.

The eyes are so red, like a rabbit.

Song Yezhi suddenly rushed towards him and hugged him tightly.Yi Qingwei was amused, hugging him with both arms, making him stick tightly to his bosom, but said on his mouth: "I just finished the operation, it's dirty."

Song Yezhi just hugged him and didn't speak.

Everyone outside the operating room was gone.When the man saw the doctor come out, he stood up from the chair with trembling legs, and was about to kneel again, but Duan Cheng clamped his arms and helped him away.

"Asleep?" Yi Qingwei shook him slightly, wanting to look at his face.

Song Yezhi hurriedly pressed her down and said, "It's not dirty, no matter how dirty it is, I have to hug it."

"Don't you think so?"

"I don't mind, I don't mind whatever you do." He paused and continued, "I'll blow the wound on your hand after hugging you, does it hurt?"

"Hmm..." Yi Qingwei said, "I can hug you for a while, but I don't have a wound on my hand for you to blow."

Song Yezhi almost yelled out in shock, and suddenly broke away from Yi Qingwei, and immediately went to hold his hand.

The left hand and the right hand are held in the palm of the hand, and every trace of the grain is touched.

Song Yezhi raised his head, with tears in his eyes: "Really not."

Yi Qingwei's throat moved: "I didn't lie to you."

There were tears in his eyes, and they were also shed for him.

Yi Qingwei smiled and shook his head: "Instead you..." He lifted Song Yezhi's index finger, on which dried blood scabs stagnated, "What's going on?"

Frightened but not dangerous, extreme grief begets joy, Song Yezhi seems to have regained a new life than Yi Qingwei.

"Almost beat me up." He shook his hand, not paying much attention.

"Ability, you are the one who beat yourself up. I don't think there is anything wrong with others, but you gave me a lot of scars."

Song Yezhi spread his hands: "It's not tired, just two."

One hand and one hand, evenly distributed.

"I can't bear it either." Song Yezhi said with his head down, "I'm willing to fight for you."

More than fighting for you.

Yi Qingwei led him to clean the wound. After hearing this, he turned to look at him, and then put on a fake smile: "My God, I'm so touched."

Song Yezhi asked for help from behind him: "I seem... I begged all kinds of gods just now, where do I need to go to fulfill my wish now?"

Yi Qingwei suddenly stopped leaving.

He turned around, bowed his back to embrace Song Yezhi, and hugged him again.This kind of hug is like a trust.After being extremely tired, she fell into Song Yezhi's green and immature arms and was comforted.

"Song Yezhi, why are you so annoying?"

His head pressed against Song Yezhi's neck, sighing and asking.

Later, Yi Qingwei sat in the office well and began to eat, Song Yezhi's calf was still weak, and he had slight cramps from time to time.

He asked anxiously: "If the gloves are cut during the operation, the flesh is also cut, what should I do? Is there a way?"

No way.

Yi Qingwei picked up a piece of chicken and praised how delicious it was, and said: "Don't think about it, if this time happens, there won't be a next time."

Song Yezhi didn't like his set, broke the casserole and asked the bottom line: "So what should we do?"

Yi Qingwei leaned closer and said: "No one can tell what happened today after you go back, only you know. Grandpa can't tell, Uncle Tao can't tell, Zhao Huanyu can't tell, neither can Aunt Yi Jin and Grandpa Yi, Do you understand?"

"I know."

"you promise."

"I promise."

Yi Qingwei nodded: "I believe you."

Song Yezhi: "You haven't said anything, what should I do?"

Yi Qingwei: "..."

When Song Yezhi went back, he passed by a row of wards, and inadvertently glanced at one of them. The man who was kneeling outside the operating room until the operation was over was bending over to adjust the pillow for the person on the bed.

He stopped and looked down at the band-aid on his index finger.

Yi Qingwei wasn't sure, that man didn't have nothing wrong with him.After Duan Cheng and other doctors forcibly pulled Song Yezhi away, the man fell limply on the ground, coughing so hard that the sky was dark, and when he got up again, his neck was horribly red.

Song Yezhi blinked a few times, clenched his fist, and made up his mind.When he raised his head again and wanted to push the door in, he was stunned.

The person on the hospital bed was still not very conscious, his head was wrapped in gauze, and his face was covered in colorful falls.But the man who took care of him didn't care. He sat by the bed and took off his helmet to wipe his sweat. He stared at the person on the hospital bed intently, kissed the back of his tied hand, and then got up to kiss his forehead through the gauze.

Song Yezhi couldn't hear what he was muttering.

Another dull thunder exploded in Song Yezhi's brain, and when he got home, he lay down on the bed, still buzzing.

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