enchanting forensic doctor

Song Weiran stared blankly at the red light outside the operating room, with the words "in operation" prominently written on it.He doesn't know what's going on around him.All the feelings are so far away, he can't hear other people's words or see their actions clearly.He didn't even know if he was still alive.The heat of Zhao Xi's hot bright red blood still remained in his palm.The front of his clothes was stained with Zhao Xi's blood and his own blood. He still didn't know that there was a wound nearly ten centimeters long on his arm, and warm liquid was flowing...

"Your arm is bleeding, follow me to treat the wound." When a nurse wearing a mask passed by, he saw blood coming out of the wound on Song Weiran's arm, dripping down his arm, and hitting the wound drop by drop. On the white floor tiles, it was so shocking, but the person involved didn't know it.Involuntarily, he was dragged to treat the wound.

Song Weiran didn't recover until the other hand was pulled, and the distance between him and the operating room was further and further away with an undeniable force.

With a "snap", Song Weiran turned around and yelled at the nurse with red eyes like a trapped animal, "Let me go! I won't go! I want to watch him! I want to be here Watch him here!"

The bright red on the floor, the bright red color on the clothes, and the closed door undoubtedly no longer reminded him that Zhao Xi is still in the operating room, life and death are uncertain!

"The wound on your hand needs to stop the bleeding!" The nurse was very angry, because there are always some guys who don't know what's good and what's wrong.

"I'm not going! I'll just stay here! I'll just wait for him here! Wait for him to come out...wait for him to come out..." His voice became smaller and smaller, with choking that couldn't be concealed. His spine slowly bent down.

When Long Yan arrived, he saw Song Weiran like this—fragile, pale, and sad.

The nurse standing next to him seemed to be used to such situations, and was about to open his mouth to reprimand with his eyes widened angrily, but was stopped by Long Yan first.

"Excuse me, what happened?"

"You know him?"

"kindness."

Seeing that Long Yan seemed to be the parent of the child, the nurse said in a rather bad tone, "The injury on his hand must be dealt with immediately, you'd better take him there right away." After saying that, she threw it to Long Yan, which you can figure out His eyes were busy with other things.

Long Yan looked up at the dazzling red light, stepped forward to hold Song Weiran's shoulder, and gently called his name, "Weiran..."

After deliberating for a while, Long Yan still asked, "How is Zhaoxi's situation?"

Song Weiran's trembling was clearly and unmistakably conveyed by the touch of his subordinates, his already pale face suddenly became more ugly, and he couldn't help but took a few steps back, until there was no way to retreat to the corner of the wall.

He raised his bloodshot eyes in horror and looked at Long Yan.he does not know!He has been instinctively avoiding this question. When many doctors and nurses are coming and going between the corridor and the operating room, he never dared to ask anyone to ask this question. He was afraid that he would hear something that would shock him. Answer.

He didn't dare to think about the severity of Zhao Xi's injuries, how dangerous Zhao Xi was lying on the operating table, and how good the doctor was, and even less if Chao Xi was without him. What to do... He didn't have the courage to face another death, a disaster caused by himself.

Looking at the bloody hands, Song Weiran remembered the feeling of fear when so much bright red blood dripped from his fingers.He even felt that he was the executioner who sent Chao Xi to the operating room with his own hands, and...

If it wasn't for his arbitrariness, if he could listen to Chao Xi, if it wasn't for his ridiculous sense of mission, if he hadn't written that damn report, he wouldn't be attacked today, and Chao Xi wouldn't have been attacked because of his protection. by myself and...

He didn't dare to think about it anymore. He looked up at the operating lamp that was still on. Finally, he couldn't stand it anymore. His body strength seemed to be drained. Looking blankly at the trembling hands, holding his head in pain, hot tears welled up in his eyes, smashed hard on the floor, blooming crystal flowers.

Seeing Song Weiran with a feeling of despair all over his body, Long Yan's heart sank.He didn't know what happened, but he suddenly received a call from Song Weiran in the middle of the night, saying something had happened to Zhaoxi in a trembling voice.He didn't even know how much Zhao Xi was injured.But seeing Song Weiran's appearance now, his heart also lifted.

There was silence in the corridor, and Long Yan even felt that he could hear the sound of Song Weiran's tears hitting the ground, which made the already dull operation door even more tense and sad.

"Weiran..."

Long Yan originally wanted to persuade Song Weiran to bandage the wound, but when Song Weiran turned his head and cast a questioning look, the tension and anxiety in his heart suddenly rose.The eyes that were originally full of cunning and cunning are now only empty and hopeless, like a doll without a soul, losing all hope.

Even Long Yan, who was as calm as an iceberg, lost his usual composure when he saw this look in his eyes.He stepped forward and grabbed Song Weiran by the collar and pulled him up, roaring, "What's your expression? He's not dead yet! Who are you showing this mournful look, ah!! You Now quickly clean up your injuries and take good care of him! Do you want him to worry about you?!"

"Brother Long Yan..." The voice trembled involuntarily, and he stated the facts to Long Yan with difficulty, "Chaoxi...he...is... because of me..."

"So what? Is this an excuse? Do you really want him to die? Is the operation over? Has the doctor announced his death? No! No! Song Weiran is still alive! Now he is still alive! You put it away for me Tears are waiting for him to come out! He will definitely come out! Definitely will!"

After speaking, with a forceful hand, Song Weiran was slammed against the wall.Long Yan stood there panting heavily, glaring at Song Weiran angrily.Then he pulled him out without any explanation.

"Don't go! I won't go! I want to watch him here!"

Regarding his futile struggle, Long Yan didn't say any more and pressed on his wound, he could no doubt hear his cry of pain, "Are you going to take care of him like this?" Then So he dragged Song Weiran away indiscriminately.

When Song Weiran came back wrapped in thick gauze after eight stitches, he saw that the light in the operating room was still on, and his heart sank.It's been over four hours, but...

Long Yan's face was still ugly, and for a while, the two sat silently on the chairs in the corridor and waited.

The time is second by second...

The time is second by second...

Second by second of time...

elapsed...

Both of them felt powerless, for so long that Song Weiran felt that time had stood still and the light on the top of the operating room finally went out.Song Weiran straightened his back and stood up, rushed to the door of the operating room and waited anxiously for the door to open from the inside. He wanted to know how Chaoxi was doing right away, whether he was safe and healthy, and whether he would be able to be the same in the future Monsters are born to charm all living beings.

Seeing the doctor who took off the mask come out first, Song Weiran's throat looked like a block of lead, and he couldn't ask how Zhao Xi was doing, so he could only clenched his fists with trembling hands, letting his nails dig deep into his palms .But I heard Long Yan asking the doctor, asking for the answer he wanted to know.

"Doctor, how is he?"

"Which of you is the family member of the patient?"

"I...I am!"

Finally squeezed out two words from his parched throat, his whole body was trembling uncontrollably, before the doctor even opened his mouth, he saw Zhao Xi's forehead was tied with layers of gauze and an oxygen mask was pushed After coming out, in Song Weiran's feeling, the few seconds from the time the doctor opened the door to Zhao Xi being pushed out seemed as long as 1 or 2 years.

"The patient's brain was attacked, but because he was sent to the hospital in time, there is no serious problem, just a slight concussion." Hearing the doctor's words, Song Weiran and Long Yan were relieved, but their hearts were not fully recovered. When he put it down, the doctor continued to speak.

"But the patient's right hand is seriously injured. If he recovers well, he should be able to take care of himself. It's just that if he is engaged in painting or something, he may have to consider changing careers."

With a "boom", something exploded in Song Weiran's head.Did he mean...

"Excuse me... can he still hold... a scalpel?"

Song Weiran almost gritted his teeth and forced himself to ask this sentence. When he heard that there was no danger, he almost shed tears of gratitude, but what the doctor said made him fall into an ice cellar. They are all abnormally cold.Although he didn't see Zhao Xi's work with his own eyes, he could feel from his life how much that man loved his job, how much enthusiasm and energy he put into this job.

The doctor glanced at Song Weiran in surprise and then at Zhaoxi, feeling regretful, "It turns out that we are colleagues. What a pity!"

For a moment, it seemed that all the strength was drained, and the body was shaking.Song Weiran tightly grasped the arm of Long Yan who was supporting him, and looked at him with wide eyes beseechingly, as if wanting to get another answer, even some kind of redemption.

But Long Yan stared at him for a long time, then... nodded.

It turns out that he heard it right, everything is real, how much he hopes that everything at this time is just a nightmare, just like when he was awakened every night because of Ye Minghui and was tortured by the nightmare, as long as he opened his eyes, he could see Seeing Zhao Xi's worried eyes, he gently patted him on the back and said, "It's all right, it's just a nightmare." However, the glare of the lights in the corridor, the clear pain in his arm, all told him that all of this... It's all true of……

The two legs seemed to be filled with lead and could not be lifted.He seemed to have walked for a long time at a distance of less than one meter.Trembling, he stretched out his hand to hold Zhao Xi's hand wrapped in thick gauze, and fell to his knees with a "boom"...