enchanting forensic doctor

The snow-white room, the snow-white sheets, the snow-white quilt, everything is so dazzlingly white.Long Yan sat on the edge of the bed and looked at the person lying on the bed with his eyes closed, his eyes slowly slid down from that handsome face and then locked on the right arm wrapped in thick gauze, his brows were tightly furrowed.

He remembered that when he and Zhaoxi were in class together, every time he got to the anatomy class, that guy was so excited that his eyes gleamed green.The teacher demonstrated for the first time, and everyone looked at the cold body on the dissecting table and instinctively retreated, but he happily volunteered to actively fight for the first chance to sacrifice himself.Unlike many students in the department, Zhao Xi was not assigned to the Forensic Department because of a transfer, but was admitted with the highest grades in all medical schools.

Long Yan still remembers that foolish person who didn't take anything seriously, ran to the library every morning and gnawed desperately on thicker professional books, and spent a whole day in the library.After the official anatomy class, it got even worse. At night, I hid alone in the anatomy room full of formalin smell and had a romantic date with those "old" dead.Then I returned to the dormitory with the smell of formalin all over my body, and I couldn't even drink my saliva, so I was forced to throw it into the bathroom to take a bath to "deodorize".Sometimes when he is busy and time is short, he will settle his lunch in the dissection room alone with the rice bowl in his arms. The most sturdy thing is that he can eat all kinds of meat without pressure in the dissection room.

Long Yan remembered that every time he reviewed before the exam, when the two competed in memory pathology, he always tragically lost one ice cream or milk tea after another.Such boring, complicated and lengthy knowledge points, even if I have a good memory from a liberal arts background, I can't help but frown.But Zhao Xi, the BT monster who has been dealing with molecules, atoms, magnetic fields, and Newtonian mechanics, can always handle it with ease.From time to time, he also changed the lyrics of popular songs, and replaced them with sensational academic regulations one after another, which shocked a group of people in KTV.

It's just that Zhaoxi's professional courses have not won a scholarship even when he has learned how to draw a fairy painting like a madman.Because, he is biased!He has always dismissed those messy electives and minors.For example, politics, philosophy, etc. have always been low-altitude, and even red lights have been repeatedly turned on.The class teacher who was still holding back said, "It would be better to spend time memorizing that than let me go to the anatomy room to have a physical exchange with the new 'beauty'!" The class teacher was so angry that he wanted to throw him into formalin and drown .

I remember asking him once why he likes this profession so much.

The lazy and unruly man looked at the corpse in front of him tenderly, and said that he wanted to hear the last voice they left in this world.

Long Yan's eyes suddenly turned sore, the person in front of him is so enthusiastic about this profession, but he will never be able to...

Just when Long Yan recalled the past alone and felt dejected, Zhao Xi's eyes slowly opened, and the white eyes in front of him made him feel dazed.He seemed to have had a very long dream, in which many figures came and went hurriedly but he couldn't open his eyes.He slowly opened his mouth and uttered a single word in a hoarse voice, "Water."

Long Yan, who was deep in thought, heard the weak voice, and quickly poured a cup of warm boiled water at a suitable temperature, slowly helped him up and carefully fed him to drink.

After drinking the water, Zhao Xi calmed down a bit and looked around, "Where's the kid? Is he alright?"

Long Yan poured him another glass of water, looked into his worried eyes and said calmly, "He's fine. Just a few stitches on his arm."

Long Yan didn't tell him that after learning about his injury, Song Weiran knelt down on the ground holding his hand tightly in the corridor in front of the operating room and cried bitterly, repeating three words over and over - sorry.Until finally passed out.Thinking of that mournful and regretful voice still makes Long Yan feel pain to the bone.

After hearing his words, Zhao Xi was slightly relieved, but asked again, "Where are the others?"

After being silent for a while, Long Yan said, "Wait a minute." Then he walked out of the ward with Zhao Xi's puzzled eyes.Outside the door, Song Weiran sat on a chair with her head lowered, her expression gloomy.

"He's awake."

Just three simple words made all the cells in Song Weiran's body stop moving, and he opened his eyes wide and looked at Long Yan in disbelief.

"He wants to see you."

It was just a one-word difference, but Song Weiran's head that had just been raised was lowered again.He has no face, no courage to meet Zhao Xi.He was afraid that Chaoxi would look at him with disgusting eyes after learning the truth, and he was afraid that Chaoxi would say something that he never wanted to hear.

So he chose to escape.Bury yourself deep in the sand like an ostrich, deceiving yourself and others.

"He wants to see you." Long Yan repeated again.He knows Song Weiran's self-blame and remorse, but the reason why this world is so cruel is because we have no room for regret, no chance to start over.Mistakes have been made and all we can do is take responsibility for them.

Song Weiran still lowered his head and did not speak.Long Yan is helpless, this child seems to be on the tip of his horns, and he is competing with himself.Long Yan walked to him and sat down, and said slowly, "Wei Ran, who is the person involved in this matter?" Song Weiran looked up at him blankly.

"It's Chaoxi." After a pause, "The person involved in this matter is Chaoxi. The final decision maker of this matter is also Chaoxi. How he will deal with it, whether to forgive you or not to blame you at all is up to him. It's not that you are here to speculate and give yourself the death penalty first."

Song Weiran looked at Long Yan in a daze, and pursed her lips tightly.

Sighing helplessly, he stretched out his hand to stroke his hair, "Wei Ran, it's not your fault. It was Zhao Xi who chose to protect you. I believe that even if he could do it all over again, he would still make the same choice . This is his own decision. So he must be responsible for such a result."

"But……"

"But if you hadn't written that story, you wouldn't be here today, would you?"

Hearing this sentence, Song Weiran lowered her head and pursed her lips tightly, as a tacit consent.This is something he has been unable to let go of, if it weren't for his willfulness, this matter would never have happened, and Chao Xi would not...

The hand on the knee involuntarily clenched into a fist, trembling.

"Wei Ran, do you know what is the most attractive thing about you?" Before he could answer, Long Yan continued, "The most attractive thing about you is your purity and simplicity."

"You once told me that your original intention of choosing the profession of journalists was to expose the truth. This is the integrity in your nature. You are the kind of person who can't rub the sand in your eyes. Even if things don't happen today, they will still happen in the future. Appear. If you were not so pure and transparent, Chaoxi would not choose you, and change because of you."

"Don't blame yourself anymore, the road ahead is still going on. Zhao Xi is still waiting for you inside." After speaking, Long Yan stood up, adjusted his glasses, and curled his mouth, "By the way. That report was written It's wonderful!" The tense atmosphere eased a bit, then he opened the door and walked into the ward, leaving space for Song Weiran.

"Where's the child?" Seeing Long Yan coming in alone, Chao Xi couldn't help feeling worried.Don't know if that idiot was hurt or not.Was it a serious injury that's why he didn't show up?

Seeing Zhao Xi lying on the hospital bed struggling to get up, Long Yan quickly stepped forward and pressed him on the bed, "He's fine. He'll come in in a while. You just lie down and rest!"

However, Zhao Xi was still worried and still struggling despite Long Yan's stop, the angry Long Yan's face became more and more ugly but he couldn't stop him helplessly.Just when the two were about to quarrel, the door creaked open.Song Weiran at the door bowed his head and stood there in embarrassment.

Immediately, the two people who were suppressing and counter-suppressing stopped, and turned their eyes to the person at the door.

At this time, Song Weiran was still wearing the blood-stained clothes, standing there with lowered eyebrows, hesitating.

Seeing the thick bandages on his arms, Chao Xi remembered what Long Yan said about his hands having had several stitches and couldn't help becoming anxious, ignoring his own body covered in bandages and dangling water. Ask, "What's wrong? Hand hurt? Is it serious?"

Immediately, the guilt that had just been suppressed in Song Weiran's heart surged up again, tears burst out of his eyes, and he hit the ground with a "clack clatter".

Looking at the child standing at the door crying secretly, and looking at Long Yan beside him frowning, Zhao Xi seemed to have sensed something, stopped talking, slowly lay back on the bed, and looked at them quietly.

For a moment, the huge room was filled with only the sound of Song Weiran sobbing in a low voice, and the air was filled with the heavy weight on his back, which was almost suffocating.

After a long time, so long that Song Weiran almost thought that time had stagnated, raised his eyes slightly and saw Zhao Xi lying there staring at him quietly.

"Tell me, what's wrong with me?"

Silence, a long silence.

Seeing the faces of those two people as if they had eaten flies, Zhao Xi laughed at himself, using his usual lazy and cynical tone, "Hey, you look like I'm paralyzed."

He seemed indifferent, but if he listened carefully, he could feel the trembling in his voice.

Seeing him pretending to be happy, Song Weiran's heart was so painful that it almost broke, he took a few steps forward, knelt down in front of Zhaoxi's bed with a "plop", and held his hand tightly, tears streaming down his face Saying "I'm sorry" over and over again

Looking at him, Zhao Xi didn't say anything, she just cast her eyes on Long Yan who was standing aside, and asked silently - what's wrong with me?

Long Yan hesitated for a while, opened his mouth several times, and finally closed his eyes and said in a difficult voice, "The doctor said that your hand was...severe...seriously injured, and there is no way...to use a scalpel again."

The room suddenly became very quiet, and Song Weiran also forgot to cry, but stared blankly at Zhao Xi with tears on his face, and Long Yan, who was standing by his side, also tightly clenched his hands into fists.

After a while, Zhao Xi stared at Long Yan with wide eyes and doubts, "What do you mean?"

"..."

Slowly raising his right arm, he immediately twisted his face in pain.After a long while, Chao Xi laughed dryly, "Hehe, I thought I'd have to live in bed after hemiplegia, but it turned out that it was just my hand that was disabled. Hehe..."

Hearing this, Song Weiran felt her heart twitch, and the hand holding Chaoxi suddenly tightened, biting her lower lip so hard she didn't dare to look at him.

"It's not disabled. The doctor said that if the rehabilitation is done well, there will be no problem in taking care of yourself."

"...Oh, that's good...it's good...hehe..."

Slowly one by one, he took his hands out of Song Weiran's with an unquestionable attitude, turned his head and tried to suppress himself, and said in a tone as calm as possible, "You guys go out first. I will rest alone... ...take a break..."

Then slowly closed the eyelids...