Through the past and the present, I regard you as the king

Even if he knows medicine, Mu Feng doesn't like taking medicine and injections. When he catches a cold, he usually just sleeps with his head down for a few days, and at most a week or two will get him over all the big and small colds.

Now there are twenty-seven hours to watch him take medicine on time, and he regained his vitality within three or two days.

Before I knew it, it was the [-]th National Day holiday. The director of the department heard from somewhere that he was in a relationship, and expressed his concern. He said to Mu Feng earnestly, "You are also thirty years younger. You can start a family first and then start a career. There is no delay." !" He also specially ordered to schedule less shifts for Mu Feng, so that he could take his girlfriend out to play during the holidays and deepen their relationship.

Mu Feng looked at all the schedules with "Xiu" written on it, and he couldn't laugh or cry, but he was also happy to be at ease.Before the holiday, I received a few more operations to share the work of my colleagues.

During the few days when the wheels were spinning in the operating room, he seldom went home, and only made a few phone calls in the middle.Except that the two calls at the beginning of the two calls were answered immediately, and I said I don’t have to worry about it. Afterwards, I picked up one after another, and even dialed until it was automatically hung up, but no one answered.

Sometimes Twenty Seven answered, with a bit of fatigue in his voice.

Mu Feng heard something was wrong, and wanted to go back and have a look, but there was no waiting in the operating room for a moment.

In the evening, he followed a total gastrectomy and reconstruction of the digestive tract. The patient was a 19-year-old girl who was only a sophomore in college. Fortunately, it was discovered that the gastric cancer had not metastasized in the early stage.

Mu Feng was not her attending doctor, the little girl was very optimistic, and her parents were also very rational, and quickly agreed on a treatment plan without delay.When he finally decided to have the operation, to be honest, Mu Feng was very distressed, after all, he was still so young.

The girl is very beautiful, she learns translation, she is fluent in English and French, and she must be an outstanding talent after two years.

Before the anesthesia was administered, the girl turned her head to see Mu Feng and said, "Dr. Mu, I have something to tell you. Don't tell my parents. I secretly talked about a boyfriend in high school, and now we are still classmates in college. "

Mu Feng looked at her wearing a mask, unable to see the expression underneath.

The girl said: "He is very, very kind to me. We made an appointment for graduate students to go to France, Paris, the capital of romance, and then we will get married when we graduate. Buy a big house and have twins." She paused After a while, he said, "He was sent by the school to study in Paris this year as an exchange student. I didn't tell him when I was sick, and I didn't dare to tell him. I'm not afraid that he will break up with me. I'm afraid that he will be sad when he finds out. The opportunity in Paris is very good, If he continues to work hard, he will probably get the opportunity to study abroad at public expense."

"Doctor Mu," the girl asked, "tell me, after cutting it off, can I live long enough to get married and have a baby?"

Mu Feng saw that her eyes were moist, but he didn't know how to answer her. After all, the disease is ever-changing, and no one can guarantee anything with empty words.

Just at this time, the equipment nurse checked it one last time, and said to Mu Feng, "It's ready."

Mu Feng nodded and said he knew.

Anesthesia was injected into the vein, and it was a little cold. The girl probably understood Mu Feng's difficulty, so she didn't ask any more. She closed her eyes and read a sentence in English softly, like a poem, slowly and long:

"brief isg."

The anesthesia began to take effect gradually, and the girl's breathing stabilized.

All the shadowless lamps above the head were turned on with a snap, and Mu Feng, who was the chief surgeon, stood by the side of the stage in silence for a while, and the doctors and nurses around the stage listened to his instructions.After a while, Mu Feng finally spoke, but he spoke to the girl.

He said softly, "Life is long, love is far away, everything will get better and better, believe us."

The operating room was very quiet, the monitoring equipment was working beeping, and only Mu Feng's voice wafted in the entire closed room. He didn't know if the girl heard it.In this operating room, he has seen too many deaths and passing away, smiling or sad.No doctor is numb, but they need to be calm enough to fight against death.

When he was first able to perform surgery, he wanted to say "trust me" to every patient, but this in itself was a promise that could not be guaranteed to be fulfilled, forming an unsolvable paradox with the development of the disease.

So later, Mu Feng never said "believe" anymore, because nothing will develop 100% as people hope, even the clocks that describe the time will unknowingly go astray.

Mu Feng took a deep breath, took the scalpel, and said calmly:

"Start the operation."

The operation basically went smoothly, but there was a small trouble in the middle. Although it did not threaten the girl's vital signs, it caused the whole operation to prolong a lot of time.

This was the last operation of the day. Originally, Mu Feng planned to go home directly after stepping down, but when everything was settled and he walked out of the operating room, it was already ten o'clock in the evening.

Even if he deliberately ate a few biscuits to fill his stomach before, he is almost hungry now.

Mu Feng touched the pocket of his trousers and still had 20 yuan. He took the elevator down and wanted to buy something to eat directly at the entrance of the hospital.

At ten o'clock, the building was quite quiet, only a few patients who couldn't sleep walked in the hall.Just as Mu Feng got out of the elevator, before turning out of the lobby of the inpatient department, he saw Nianqi from a distance.

Carrying two disposable lunch boxes, he recognized Mu Feng who was wearing a mask and a white coat at a glance. He raised the things in his hand and walked over quickly.

Mu Feng stood still, watching him getting closer and closer, and finally stood in front of him, raising the corner of his mouth not too obvious.

"Why are you here?" Mu Feng asked.

Twenty-seven said, "I called you, but someone else answered, saying that you are undergoing surgery."

Indeed, before going on stage, Mu Feng left his mobile phone at the nurse's station in Corey, and he hadn't had time to go back to pick it up.

"She said you've been in for four or five hours," Twenty Seven looked down at the fast food box, and said, "I'm afraid you'll be hungry and have nothing to eat, so I bought wontons for you as a supper."

"Thank you." He said.

Mu Feng had already smelled the aroma of warm wontons, which aroused people's hunger even more obviously in the air smelling of disinfectant.He took one, held it in his hand, looked at the other, and said, "Go back to the office, you haven't eaten yet, have you?"

Twenty Seven was obviously very happy, he didn't show much on his face, but Mu Feng knew that he was in a good mood.

The two took the elevator upstairs, Mu Feng was carrying something in one hand, and the other was in the pocket of his white coat. There were two pens in his breast pocket, and a badge with "Mu Feng" stuck beside him. .

The collar is neat, the buttons are buttoned from the first to the last, and the body is straight. Seen from behind, the whole person is like a slender and upright bamboo.

Twenty-seven saw the neck exposed in the shirt from his short hair stubble, and then slid down the spine. The white coat was a little wider, leaving an imaginable gap at the waist, and it went down and out again. Slightly raised buttocks.

Mu Feng didn't know that someone was staring at him from behind, until Nianqi outstretched his hand out of nowhere and grabbed his waist. He was so startled that he rubbed against the inner wall of the elevator, almost spilling the ravioli in his hand.

"What are you doing!" Mu Feng asked him.

Nian Qi rubbed his nose, looked away, and muttered, "It's so thin." It is estimated that he can grab it.

Mu Feng: "... What did you say?"

"Looks good." Twenty-seven changed his mouth.

When they went back, the doctor on duty in the office had just hung up the internal phone, saying that there was an emergency number from the emergency department, and he was looking for someone to go down for consultation.Mu Feng said, "I'll help you stand here, you go quickly."

The patient's condition was relatively stable at night, and Mu Feng only needed to be on call at any time.

He pulled a seat for Twenty Seven, opened the midnight snack box, smelled the hot wonton inside, and his stomach grumbled a few times in response to the occasion.While flipping through the disposable spoon in the bag, Mu Feng asked Twenty Seven, "What kind of stuffing is this, it smells so good."

Nian Qi opened his share, put it side by side with Mu Feng's, and said, "One piece of fresh shrimp, one piece of fresh meat and corn, both of which are freshly wrapped and put into the pot."

Mu Feng looked around and asked him, "Which one do you eat?"

"You eat first, then give me the rest."

Mu Feng turned his head and glared at him, then pushed one of the bowls over.I picked a little chili from the seasoning bag that came with it and put it in the bowl in front of me. I lowered my head and ate it. I joked, "I always treat prisoners preferentially. You should eat shrimp."

The hot soup and the homemade chili made Mu Feng sweat in just a few mouthfuls. He was really hungry, and there were not many wontons left.

Twenty-seven watched for a while, then pulled his own stool closer, joined two bowls together, and used a spoon to put fresh shrimp wontons into his bowl.

Mu Feng looked up at him, both lips were red.

Nian Qiyi was in a trance for a while, and touched the corner of his mouth with his fingers, intentionally or unintentionally staying in front of the slightly parted lips.

Later, Nian Qi waited until Mu Feng was full, and then picked up the remaining half bowl of wontons to fill his stomach.

After eating, Mu Feng remembered to ask how much it was. He didn't go home for several days. He reckoned that Nian Qi didn't have much money left.Thinking that there are 500 yuan left in the wallet, I plan to give it all to him when I leave later.

Twenty Seven packed up the leftovers, boxes and bowls, and said falteringly, "I have money."

These three words sound a bit weird, Mu Feng thought for a while.

Twenty-seven still confessed, "I went out to find a job, which is done daily, so I can save some money for you in the future."

Mu Feng looked him up and down, and felt that he hadn't changed except that he looked a little listless. He couldn't tell that he had found a job. There was no injury on his body, so he shouldn't be in any danger.He sniffed it closely and found that he smelled of sweat.

"What did you do?"

Twenty-seven said quite honestly, "It's just moving things, distributing some leaflets, pretending to be a bear made of cloth on the street...it's pretty easy, I can do it."

Mu Feng listened to what it was all about, it was all a mess of odd jobs, there would be uncertainties, it was not a long-term solution after all.However, on the other hand, Twenty Seven really has nothing special except for fighting, and having no identity and household registration is also a big problem, making it difficult to get along in modern society.

He said to Twenty Seven, "It's a good thing to want to go out to work, but I hope you can find a job that suits you, instead of living on odd jobs all your life. I will find a way to help you solve the problem of household registration. Before that, think about yourself. Whatever you like, what you want to do, whatever it is, I will try to support you. Take your time and everything will be fine."

Nian Qi was stunned for a moment, and nodded solemnly.

"Also," Mu Feng's expression softened, and he said softly, "Thank you for the supper, and thank you for coming to see me so late, the wontons are delicious..."

Nian Qi looked over, although the lights were bright, it made Mu Feng feel that those eyes were like the deep night sky outside the window, when looking at him, there were faint stars shining.

"As long as you like it." He smiled.

That might not be the first time that Twenty Seven showed happy emotions, but it was his first smile that was most like a smile.

The slight arc was deeply imprinted on Mu Feng's heart.

Like a seed, it finally broke through the ground, sprouted, and bloomed.