A little sweet text

"You can do it tomorrow when you are free. It is really troublesome."

The other party on the other end of the phone spoke very fast, probably on their way, and the voice came from the receiver, which was roughened by the autumn wind.

The parent had "tried" three times in a week for the scheduled home visit, but Jing Zhuo never saw him.

"Call me when the time comes, do you think it's okay?"

"Okay." Jing Zhuo replied with a frown, he was impatient with parents who didn't care.The hand holding the mobile phone was farther and farther away from the face, like a singer pulling the mic, and finally pressed the hang up button at the moment when the arm straightened.

Since I came to the County No. [-] Middle School as a class teacher, I have been in this state every day. I am exhausted at work to support a group of muddy children, and I have to deal with all kinds of muddy parents after get off work.

It is not as easy as the original experiment in the city, and even more tiring.

The home visit was put off by someone, Jing Zhuo turned around and walked to the side of the street, preparing to take a taxi to the county hospital.

Living alone, the schedule is so flexible and casual, you don't have to worry about what to do or who to meet when you go home after get off work.

It just rained yesterday, and the dilapidated old street was like a rag soaked with dirty water. A car slowly ran over the puddle in front of the house along the street, bringing up a dirty oily spray.

The environment in Xiaopo County is poor, and everyone is disgraced everywhere.

If it weren't for the stubborn old lady at home who insisted on staying in the county hospital because of illness, Jing Zhuo would not be able to apply for a temporary job exchange to work here to accompany her after being beaten to death.

The lights on the sidewalk were dim, and I had made an appointment for a rental. Just as I was about to stand on the curb, there was a sudden sound of a whistle behind me, moving from far to near at a very fast speed.

The sound is the kind of Didi Jiujiu, the electric car horn.

Just as he was about to scold in his heart whether he could ride the electric scooter close to the curb without dragging his technology, before Jing Zhuo had time to turn around and dodge, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in the side of his calf.

There was a loud bang, and the electric car overturned obliquely in front of him.

The wheels rolled in the air, the siren buzzed wildly, and the back seat was thrown off, thrown eight meters away, and fell into the green belt.

He scraped over and fell, and the sturdy rider didn't hold the bike, so he got up very quickly and walked towards him quickly.

Before Jing Zhuo realized what happened, he glanced at the man, then looked down at his legs.

The trousers were scratched a lot, and the skin inside was also torn.

There was a long opening, blood gurgled out and wet the trousers, and under the dim streetlight, it appeared a reddish brown, which looked scary.

Although he has been thrown out by his old lady to be raised in the wild since he was a child, and he is often bumped into skinless and hairless, but he has never encountered such a bloody situation in the past 25 years. Jing Zhuochu It's a little confusing there.

Fortunately, the man leaned over to check his injuries, and quickly pointed him to a clear path: "Go to the county hospital first, I have an urgent matter and come later, I'm really sorry."

Oh, let’s go to the county hospital first, I was going there, it’s convenient now...

Jing Zhuo's brain circuit was clear for a second, and then he reacted suddenly, raised his head and frowned at the man.

The perpetrator was half a head taller than him, and by appearance and voice, he was a young man. The street lights were too dim to see his face clearly.

The man must have injured his shoulder, he clutched his shoulder and said to himself to go to help the car with one hand, his long legs moved up gracefully and he looked to go, and he said succinctly: "Emergency department in the side building, surgery."

"As a co-author, have you made arrangements for me clearly?" Jing Zhuo is not easy to provoke, and he is very angry when he is a high school class teacher.

He endured the pain and walked over, grabbed the bottom of the bald back seat, and was about to pull up the collar of the hit-and-runner for him to turn over again, but the other party seemed to be in a hurry, and lightly dodged to the side opened.

The moment the electric car rushed out, a mobile phone was thrown backwards.

Jing Zhuo caught it subconsciously, and when he looked up again, the electric car had become a distant dot in the night, and the sound of Didi Chirp made his forehead twitch.

……Hold.

As a people's teacher, swearing is not a good behavior.

So at this moment, clutching that person's cell phone, Jing Zhuo began to frantically fuck his uncle's legs silently and turbulently in his heart.

Before the blood in his calf stopped, his phone vibrated. It was a taxi that had arrived and slowly pulled up to him.

"Young man!" The driver lowered the window before he dragged his injured leg into the car, and stretched out his head to shout, "We're out of gas. If you're not in a hurry, let's go to the gas station first!"

Jing Zhuo looked at the flashing red light on the fuel gauge, and felt that he was a bit ignorant of the truth recently.

The red light in the operating room went off, and the surgeon rubbed his left shoulder and pushed open the door, telling the family members that the patient was out of danger and then went to the dressing room.

"Doctor Cheng, there are many patients tonight, and there is a shortage of people in the surgery department." A young nurse came over to talk to him.The county hospital is sometimes understaffed, and various doctors in the emergency department at night can help.

The surgeon was none other than Dr. Cheng, who is considered a well-recognized grassroots in the county hospital.

He wears a white coat like a roll of toilet paper, and when he wears it, he sneaks glances at the little girl lying on the hospital bed.An older single male young man, tall and handsome, gentle to patients and colleagues, with no choice in appearance and personality.

It's just that the mouth is a little weak, and the colleagues around him are ruined by him every day.

"It's not his night shift today, I'll go to the top." An Wei, the first assistant who just came out of the same operating room with him, complained bitterly, wrinkled his face, "Lack of sleep, I've been suffering from palpitations for the past two days, if I don't rest, I should lie on the operating table .”

Finally, the operation was over, everyone's tense nerves were relaxed, and Dr. Cheng returned to his usual state. He walked leisurely in the corridor with his pockets in his hands, and smiled at the corner of his mouth when he spoke: "Wei, your face Auntie cleaning doesn’t have to mop the floor after walking around on the ground, it’s as if the patient owes you money, and if you want to lie on the operating table, you will be beaten.”

"Hey?" An Wei looked at the little nurse angrily, "Do you think this thing has sympathy?"

The little nurse was too lazy to talk to An Wei, and heard that Dr. Cheng was not on the night shift, and she had no fun watching the handsome guy on duty tonight, so she curled her lips and prepared to walk away.

"Go back and rest." Dr. Cheng patted An Wei, "The bags under the eyes are too scary, remember to make a detour when passing by the cardiology department."

"Thank you, Brother Cheng, I don't think I can repay you with your body." An Wei immediately revived with blood, his bitter face was put away in an instant, and he jumped into the elevator in one step.

Brother Cheng really wanted to give him a kick: "Go away."

After finishing his shift, he walked through the waiting room, and Dr. Cheng walked past a row of sick and wounded patients.

One of the wounded was holding two mobile phones with a gloomy face, and a tourniquet was tied on his calf.

This wounded number looks pretty good, the kind that can be picked out from the crowd at a glance.

"What's wrong?" the nurse asked when she saw him looking aside.

"It's nothing." Doctor Cheng looked away and smiled.

"After the 21st, come to the 304 consultation room——"

The crowd loosened up, Jing Zhuo heard the announcement, and shut down the screen to end the awkward chat with the talkative parents.

He happened to be on the 21st, and after the 21st, the few who had headaches, brain fever, minor injuries and minor pains couldn't wait to leave.

In fact, there was nothing serious about the leg, but it looked scary just now, the wound was not too deep, and the bleeding stopped quickly.

But it's impossible to let things go like this, he must go to the police station to report the case and investigate the surveillance, and if he is caught, the speed driver on the curb will be beaten up.

When he called the number just now, he kept thinking about the license plate number and the appearance of the owner, but the light of the broken street lamp was really weak, and there was no clue.

The cell phone that is betting here probably does not belong to that person either. The lock screen is a puppet cat with a small blush and a small heart. The cell phone case is also a cat. It looks like a girl's cell phone.

Jing Zhuo pressed his eyebrows and walked towards the consulting room, it's really unlucky to rush things recently.The old lady had to be treated in a small county hospital for hepatitis. He was transferred to take care of him, but she drove him back. The dilapidated rented house had a quarrel in the middle of the night when the upstairs was being renovated. skyrocketing...

There are also those who walked well on the street, but were suddenly scratched by a road racer.

Fuck his uncle's legs!

Putting his hand on the doorknob, Jing Zhuo took a breath and adjusted his expression.

No matter how hard you recite it, no matter how upset you feel, you still have to take care of yourself in front of outsiders.

Concentrating on his low pressure, he pushed open the door of the consulting room.

The consultation room was filled with a stronger smell of disinfectant than the waiting room, and the doctor on duty turned his back to him and didn't turn his head when he heard the movement.

Jing Zhuo cleared his throat, walked over and put the medical card on the table: "Hello, doctor."

"Sit." The doctor still looked at the computer, and said in an inexplicably pleasant tone, "Is there anyone behind?"

The voice is nice, I don't know if it's an illusion, but it sounds familiar.

Jing Zhuo sat on the stool, glanced at Dr. Happy's side face: "It's gone."

The doctor's white coat is open to the chest, the shape is loose but is just supported by the broad shoulders, the cuffs reveal a section of the black shirt inside, the hand covering the mouse is obviously not exerting force, but the slender fingers have a sense of strength .

The doctor leaned back in the chair slightly, let go of the mouse, then took a pen from the table and twirled it half a circle between his fingers, opened the medical record at a leisurely pace, and skillfully wrote a line on it... Or draw a symbol.

There is a sense of idleness and casualness in the seriousness.

And these are just passing by the tip of the eyes, Jing Zhuo calmly fixed the rest of his long eyes on his face.

Although it is not very good for the people's teacher to blow a hooligan whistle, he blew a very loud whistle in his heart.

High nose and deep eyes, eyebrows peaked, but the curvature of the corners of the eyes is not sharp.

He's a handsome guy, the kind who hit him hard on his aesthetic point.

When I met such a doctor in Xiaopo Hospital in Xiaopo County, I felt an inexplicable sense of disobedience.

It's like seeing jade in a rocky beach, finding rare treasures in a pile of rags, seeing a clear spring in a dry and boundless desert...

Just when Jing Zhuo was feeling that he should teach Chinese instead of geography, the other party suddenly turned to look at him.

The two looked at each other for a while, and Jing Zhuo had inexplicably imagined a love affair between a rural teacher and a doctor in his mind, but the surface was as plain as water.

He even tilted his head slightly in doubt, and signaled the doctor to stop staring at me. You made me feel very offended.

To put it mildly, it's called being quiet, but it's actually covering yourself up too tightly, putting on a shell that isn't open.

The other party's gaze finally moved down and turned to look at his hand.

"Mobile phone," said the doctor.

Jing Zhuo unlocked his phone without knowing why, and he hasn't been to the hospital for a long time, thinking that there is still an online procedure to go through for the consultation.

The doctor smiled: "Another one."

Now Jing Zhuo was really confused, he hesitated to pick up the Maomao mobile phone of the racing driver on the road.

"Open DingTalk."

Jing Zhuo froze for a moment, stopped moving, and slowly looked up at him.

"Then find 'job' at the bottom, click attendance and then clock in, and hear the voice prompt..."

Give him a night shift card, and seeing the prompt "Cheng Luo clocked in successfully", Jing Zhuo, with a strong psychological quality, resisted beating him.

Restraining and exhaling slowly, Jing Zhuo put the gaudy Maomao mobile phone on the table: "Doctor Cheng, does your hospital have a complaint telephone?"

Cheng Luo smiled, turned the pen in his hand, and finally spoke human words: "I'm really sorry just now, there was an acute gastric bleeding, the patient is dying, time is life."

"It would be nice to go to my side, the two lives will collide with each other." Jing Zhuo gave him a sideways glance.

"The complaint number is here." Cheng Luo didn't beg his forgiveness, and clicked on the complaint number on the back of the medical record booklet.

He was really in a hurry just now. It took time to move the car out of the garage. Before he could start it, he just stepped on the small electric car and galloped here. There was no rider for a long time.

This is the first time Jing Zhuo has encountered such a miraculous thing, and now he doesn't want to worry about it, he just feels tired: "Legs."

Rolling up his trousers, Cheng Luo checked the wound: "Sit here and wait."

When he came back, Cheng Luo took the medicine and the tray, and pointed to the operating table next to him: "Sit, put your legs on it."

"Sew?" Jing Zhuo frowned when he saw the anesthetic injection.

"It doesn't matter if you don't sew it up, it's slow to heal and easy to get infected." Cheng Luo turned on the shadowless lamp and turned around, supporting his calf with one hand.

Instinctively and embarrassingly, Jing Zhuo flinched.

Has never been touched, let alone a stranger.

And does this person have a fever? His hands are so hot.

No one was called after him, and the consultation room was very quiet. Someone walked in the corridor outside the door, and the sound of footsteps and conversations was very light.

Fortunately, Cheng Luo didn't respond. When Jing Zhuo was silent and secretly mad, he removed the iodophor cotton ball and pressed it on, and suddenly asked, "Afraid of pain?"

He was already embarrassed, but now his mind changed color for no reason, and he was eager to deny it: "Sew it."

As soon as he said this, Jing Zhuo regretted it. He was afraid of pain. He was the one who cried the most when he was vaccinated when he was a child, and then he was scolded by his old lady and carried him back.

During debridement, local anesthesia, and suture, Jing Zhuo kept picking at the edge of the operating table.

Cheng Luo sensed that he was nervous and diverted his attention: "Go to school in the suburbs?"

Feeling the pull of the intestinal thread, Jing Zhuo responded casually: "Yes."

"What did you study?"

"... Teacher Fan."

Cheng Luo thought for a while, is there a teacher major in the university town on the outskirts of the city?

What ended with the awkward chat was this little suturing operation.When cutting the last piece of thread, Jing Zhuo felt that his whole body was going to collapse, and the edge of the operating table was a little deformed.

The incision is long but not deep. In fact, there are only three stitches in total, and the stitches are so smooth that it is almost invisible.

"Come to remove the stitches next week. If you don't remove them, you can wait for half a month to dissolve." This night can be regarded as a rest, Cheng Luo sat down after disposing of the medical waste and looked at his phone. He asked him to retreat home quickly, he replied "OK", raised his eyes and looked at Jing Zhuo again, "See how we can make up for it besides complaining."

Of course Jing Zhuo didn't really want to complain, and Cheng Luo also knew that he was just saying it casually.

No complaints, no need to seek compensation.Part of the reason is to be considerate of being a doctor, and it's really just a minor injury.

"It's okay." Jing Zhuo got off the operating table and moved around, preparing to leave the consulting room magnanimously and gracefully.

In fact, it is not impossible to get entangled in the annual emotional drama of rural teachers and doctors. Is it over?

"Are you okay?" Cheng Luo called out from behind with a laughing voice.

Jing Zhuo turned his head, still indifferent.

Then he saw Cheng Luo unhurriedly pick up the Maomao phone and flash the WeChat QR code.

How did this fast forward to the contact information.

Jing Zhuo looked at him a little warily.

"Reimbursement." Cheng Luo leaned on the back of the chair, propped his face with one hand, and turned to the medical bills, "In the future, you can use me as a general practitioner for minor injuries and illnesses."

"There are no recreational activities for school in this area, right? If you are not injured or sick, you can invite me to drink and go out for fun. You may not be available on call. I have to improve my electric car skills."

The words are serious, but there is a frivolity in the expression and tone.

The subtle atmosphere for a moment made Jing Zhuo belatedly confirm one thing.

The consultation room was still quiet, and the cool autumn night wind blew from the window, lifting a corner of Cheng Luo's white coat.

Jing Zhuo tentatively chatted, "Is there a place to drink here?"

Cheng Luoyi said: "No, and there is no one who knows how to drink."

Jing Zhuo finally breathed a sigh of relief and lowered his hands, looking at him.

"So if you want to drink, you can find me." Cheng Luo babbled, and suddenly put away the expression of discharging towards others, pretending to be surprised, "Yo", raised his eyebrows, "You are not an adult, are you?"

No matter whether he was teased, provoked or really looked down upon, Jing Zhuo's strength suddenly came up.

Who is afraid, and there is no one who guards his body like a jade.I'm an adult, no one cares about me, why not?

Looking at the wicked smiling face, he showed no sign of weakness: "What time do you get off work?"

Cheng Luo paused, raised his wrist to look at his watch: "It's still half an hour."

Jing Zhuo nodded, this person is not procrastinating, he is crisp and straightforward, he doesn't talk greasy words or play roundabout battles——

The main reason is that his appearance and style really hit him, and he was right.

His heart was beating fast, and he made an appointment after talking. Although he was a little nervous and flustered, facing the unknown tonight with strangers, he suddenly felt a sense of joy, as if he had finally found an outlet for all the unhappiness and depression in the county these days. Mouth, the whole body is comfortable.

I have to go to the inpatient department first to find the old lady.Suppressing the chaotic emotions, Jing Zhuo closed the door before leaving, "Wait for me at the gate of the hospital in half an hour."