residual injury

Su Shiqing was on duty the night before, and went to work at noon today. He had just entered the hospital, and before he could change his clothes, he was stopped by the assistant doctor as if grabbing at straws: "Dr. Su, Dr. Su, there is a special patient in the emergency department. You go and help."

Su Shiqing was getting dressed while running, and hurriedly followed. Before reaching the emergency room, the voice of the patient crying and howling came from a long distance: "Ah, it hurts! It hurts so much. Change doctor, change doctor. This doctor's hands are shaking all the time. Are you stable! I want to change doctors!"

"What's the situation?" Su Shiqing stepped over to the patient's side in a few steps. Lying on the bed was a young man who seemed to be wearing professional protective clothing for some kind of competition.

"The motorcycle overturned, the right leg was broken, and the left calf was scratched by an iron sheet. The wound was about 7 centimeters. The bleeding had been stopped and stitches were needed immediately. But this patient resisted anesthesia. He tried local anesthesia and general anesthesia, but nothing worked. "The assistant physician explained.

The intern who was sewing needles beside him was sweating nervously from being called by the patient. When he saw Su Shiqing coming over, he hurriedly said, "Dr. Su, come here, my hands are red from being scratched by the patient."

"Let me do it." Su Shiqing put on gloves, took the tool, and said to the patient: "The louder you scream, the more painful it actually is. If you don't believe me, try breathing in and out. You will not only consume physical energy, but also easily damage the wound." Crack open, or you can count by dozens."

The patient calmed down obediently, and took a deep breath. Su Shiqing moved his hands quickly, fast and steady, and he didn't forget to chat with the patient to distract him: "Did you get injured in the game?"

"That's it."

"How did it hurt?"

"When the motorcycle was cornering, it was scraped by the car behind and fell off the track and was scratched."

"That was thrilling." Su Shiqing said.

The patient gasped, stood up and wanted to see the wound, but was pushed down by the nurse. The patient stood up again unwillingly, and asked, "Doctor, did you sew me up nicely? Don't leave scars. I haven't been in a relationship yet. Scars are not good." nice."

The nurse smiled: "You are a really interesting patient. It's not on the face. What are you afraid of on the legs?"

After Su Shiqing sewed the last stitch, he joked in a serious tone: "The stitching is beautiful, and I even tied a bow, that's it."

"It's all right?" The patient looked at the wound, "It doesn't hurt that much, why did it hurt so much just now, doctor, thank you!"

Su Shiqing nodded in greeting, and went to busy other patients non-stop.

As soon as the doctor left, the patient felt pain again. His head was covered with sweat and he asked, "Miss, who was that doctor just now?"

The nurse was busy administering medicine to the patient, checking the name, and glanced at the name on the medical record card: Jian Feng.

"Doctor Su, the surgeon, please give me your name."

"Isn't that written, Jian Feng?"

Jian Feng looked at Dr. Su's back, and thought that his eyes were pretty, but he didn't know if the face under the mask was right for those eyes.

Seeing that the nurse was about to leave, Jian Feng shouted again: "Sister Nurse, do you have wifi here? My leg hurts and I want to play games."

The nurse had no time to talk to him.

The teammate who sent Jian Feng rushed back to continue to participate in the competition. Jian Feng was pushed into the ward, and the nurse told him: "Let your family come to take care of you. The bone of the tibia and fibula of the right leg is fractured, and the left leg cannot see the water. I will hang the water for you first." .”

"Nurse sister, what kind of needle is this?"

"Anti-inflammatory."

"No," Jian Feng pointed at the needle, "I mean, this needle is new, no one has used it, is it a one-off?"

The nurse's face darkened, and her tone became more serious: "We are a regular hospital, and it must be a one-off. Please don't question our professionalism."

"Sorry sorry, I didn't mean that."

The nurse didn't bother with him, adjusted the drip speed and left the ward. Jian Feng lay down and moved his legs. Don't blame him for being mean. Literally, AIDS phobia.

It's not so serious that I dare not go out and have no contact with people, and I don't have anxiety or hypochondriacs. It's just that I'm afraid of injection needles, afraid of blood splashing on my body, and refuse to have close contact with people.

Jian Feng has a cousin. When he was alive, his cousin lived a chic life. He was the owner of the hotel. His family was a hotel. The cousin and Jian’s father had such a good relationship that they wore the same pair of pants. They brought good wine and food to Jane’s house during the holidays. Sitting, Jian Feng loved to squat at the corner of the table to steal the salted peanuts and edamame on the table since he was a child, while listening to his cousin's story about the prodigal son from Tiannan to Haibei.

Suddenly one year, my cousin didn’t come to the house anymore, and Jane’s mother threw out all the dishes, stools, and quilts that my cousin had slept on like crazy. It's not contagious, Jane's mother doesn't believe it, and the whole person falls into a state of extreme anxiety, which has affected Jian Feng for several years.

Another day, Jian's father took Jian Feng to visit his dying cousin. Only then did Jian Feng know that his cousin was infected with HIV. So much so that in the next few years, Jian Feng was even afraid of mosquitoes, for fear that the front feet of mosquitoes would bite him after sucking the blood of HIV patients.

From the matter of my uncle, Jian Feng realized two philosophies of life, one: you never know which will come first, the accident or tomorrow, you should eat, drink, play and have fun.

Two: clean life and self-care, do not mess with the relationship between men and women.

That year, Jian Feng was clearly aware of her sexual orientation. After checking the information overnight, she learned that the same sex had a higher chance of HIV infection. Jian Feng swore that if she wanted to find a boyfriend in this life, she would only talk about a platonic love with a soulful fusion. , so Jianfeng 22 is still a white board, and has never experienced any tactile sensations from continuous kisses.

Jian Feng was lying on the bed, one leg was hoisted up, and the other leg did not dare to move, trying to see the wound by hooking his neck.

Su Shiqing had just finished his work here, when the nurse over there trotted over: "Doctor Su, Doctor Su, the patient who injured his leg just now sprained his neck, go and have a look!"

Jian Feng tilted his head and was surrounded by several family members of the patients in the same ward. He wanted to cry but had no tears. He really just wanted to see the injury on his foot. Turn, it hurts to move.

As soon as Su Shiqing entered the ward, the other family members of the patients dispersed automatically.

"How did you twist it?"

Probably the natural voice is cold, and the words that he uttered seem to have no warmth at all. Jian Feng replied in a low voice: "Just raise your head, look down at your lower body, and then tilt your head hard, and you won't be able to turn it back."

The nurse couldn't help laughing.

Su Shiqing walked over, covered Jian Feng's neck with both hands, and tried to turn it slightly to the side: "Does it hurt this much?"

His fingers were cool, and when he touched Jian Feng's neck, Jian Feng had goose bumps all over his body. The feeling of being touched by a stranger made Jian Feng feel indescribably, "It hurts."

Hearing his pain, Su Shiqing let go of his hand and told the nurse: "Take him for a cervical spine MRI to see if there is any dislocation of the small joints."

"Ah, doctor, it didn't hurt that much when you did it just now."

Su Shiqing raised his eyes and glanced at Jian Feng. Jian Feng pursed his mouth in fright and made a gesture of sealing his mouth. Although he couldn't see Su Shiqing's expression under the mask clearly, Jian Feng could feel that he seemed to be angry.

This time Su Shiqing was a little harder than before, Jian Feng pursed his mouth and kept silent. It was indeed painful, but he could bear it.

Su Shiqing changed the angle, supported the back of Jian Feng's neck with one hand, supported his back with the other to help him sit up, stood in front of him and continued to massage his neck.

Jian Feng sucked in his breath, wanting to scream but dared not make a sound, his face and facial features squeezed into a ball extremely quickly.

"Speak out when it hurts."

Jian Feng gritted his teeth and said, "No, it doesn't hurt."

"Try looking up."

The moment Jian Feng raised his head, he saw Su Shiqing's eyebrows bent into crescent moons, "Doctor, did you laugh just now?"

Although he couldn't see his face under the mask, Jian Feng knew he was smiling: "You are laughing at me."

Su Shiqing withdrew his hand: "No, take a good rest and don't move around."

Jian Feng looked at his background and muttered: "Obviously there is."