can i borrow your white paint

Fang Zewei went to school about two years earlier than the other children, so eight years ago... no, it was almost nine years ago, and he had already graduated from graduate school by then.

At that time, he was studying and working with the director of a hospital, and it was also the first time he participated in remote guidance and observation of surgery.

It was a small city, and he followed the dean off the operating table before receiving a communication request from the city leader over there.

As the dean's deputy, he was naturally connected to the communication.

"Hello, this is..."

"Hello, I need medical support here..."

The tone over there was very urgent, Fang Zewei was stunned for a moment, and after looking around, he found that the dean was not in this room, he might have gone to change clothes, so he picked up a pen to write down the phone content.

After a while, he hurriedly called the emergency phone number in the locker room.

The dean's voice came from the phone: "Hello? What's wrong with Zewei?"

Fang Zewei spoke quickly: "Dean, I just called and said that a firefighter is dying. More than 60.00% of his body's skin was burned, his skull was collapsed by a falling beam, and his leg was broken. , the spine is severely compressed, and is now in a state of deep coma with massive bleeding..."

As the dean listened, his complexion changed on the spot. He didn't say anything, and he didn't even have time to put on his half-changed clothes. He hurriedly opened the door and walked to the office.

"Zewei! Connect to the video over there!" When he was still more than ten meters away from the office door, he shouted at the top of his voice.

Fang Zewei opened the door for him in response, revealing the screen that had already been projected and passed through: "It's ready."

The medical equipment in the small town is not very good, and the level of doctors is naturally not as high as that of the dean in the capital. Even if the city leaders have said that they will do their best to treat Cheng Weirong, the possibility of success is still not high.

This was undoubtedly a major operation, and the dean stood in front of the screen, wishing not to blink.

This is also the first time that Fang Zewei has seen such a major operation so far, multiple operations were performed together.

Soon, the directors of several departments were called to the office one after another.

Some just woke up and came here on the verge of danger. Although their hair was messy, when they saw the situation on the screen, they suddenly fell asleep and became very awake. I started to write and draw on the screen with a pen...

Firefighters deserve the best medical care, and no one jokes about someone on the operating table thousands of kilometers away.

For an operation, the medical staff at both ends of the network cable concentrated for more than ten hours. The final result was neither good nor bad. It can only be said that both parties have tried their best.

The people on the operating table couldn't see whether the situation was getting better, so they could only transfer to the ICU first, waiting for better experts and doctors to go to the local area for treatment.

Cheng Weirong's situation couldn't stand the transfer area at all, so he could only wait passively.

After discussing with the capital, three chief physicians and Fang Zewei were dispatched overnight.

Doctors these days are not a profession with sufficient personnel. The country has trained countless years to produce a doctor, let alone a chief physician.

Sending out four from the capital is already doing their best.

Fang Zewei had never experienced such an urgent scene since he was studying medicine, so that when he sat on the plane at night, his mind was filled with the images of the operation just now, and he couldn't sleep at all.

An older doctor saw that he was not in the right condition, raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder to comfort him and said, "Relax, it's useless to worry now, we'll see the situation when we get to the place, what you have to do now is to recharge your batteries. There's going to be a tough battle coming up."

Fang Zewei knew what he said was right, nodded, hesitated for a while and asked: "Director Cao, you said he..." Can he survive it?

He didn't finish the question, but Director Cao understood and sighed, his tone was helpless but realistic: "It's hard."

Fang Zewei opened his mouth, but said nothing.

Although none of the people present wanted to face this matter, judging from the remote operation just now, there is a high probability that this firefighter will not be able to be rescued.

The dean naturally noticed it, but he still sent these elite doctors to help.

On the one hand, it is the cherishment of life itself, and on the other hand, it is also a respect and tribute to this firefighter.

The atmosphere on the plane was very heavy.

At this point in time, there is no direct flight from the capital to that small town, so after getting off the plane, they still need to transfer to the train.

At times like this, time is more important than money.

Fang Zewei seized the time on the road and forced himself to rest. When he reached his destination, he rushed into the hospital in an instant.

In small towns, there are not many people living in the ICU, and the hospital is deserted and deserted, so the big family in front of the ICU is very attractive.

This group of people was noisy and didn't know what they were talking about, Fang Zewei frowned, and noticed the little boy in the corner who was breastfeeding the baby in the stroller and wiping his tears at the same time.

The little boy looked about seven or eight years old.

Fang Zewei let out a "tsk" from the bottom of his heart. He didn't understand how this big family could be the head of the family, throwing the baby to a half-sized doll without even looking this way.

What's more, the hospital is not a place where such a small child should stay for a long time. What do the parents of this child think?

But at this moment, he didn't have time to think about it, and he didn't have time to worry about it. After changing his clothes, he opened the door of the ICU.

Cheng Weirong was more serious than they imagined, even if it was an operation, it was already impossible to start.

His head was almost smashed into a bad shape, and the burns on his whole body were about to fester...

Even the director, who has seen many tragic injuries, couldn't bear to look away.

It's so sad, it's heartbreaking.

Several people simply checked Cheng Weirong and understood the situation. After a brief discussion, Fang Zewei walked out of the ICU with a sullen face.

"Are the patient's family here?"

As soon as the voice fell, a group of people gathered around the door.

"I, me, doctor, I am his mother-in-law, can this be saved?"

"Is it badly hurt?"

"I'm his wife. Is it... still necessary to save?"

"..."

Fang Zewei's ear hurts from a pair of noisy inquiries. He is not afraid of asking family members anxiously, but the tone of these people... makes him very uncomfortable.

His eyes fell on the old man who was not noisy or making a sound.

The old man's hands were trembling all the time, and he stared at him with a pair of muddy and confused eyes, as if he wanted to come forward to ask, but he didn't dare to ask.

Fang Zewei took a step back, bypassing the noisy family members in front of him, and came directly to the old man: "Hi, are you Mr. Cheng Weirong's father?"

The old man froze for a moment, then quickly nodded like a chicken pecking rice: "I am! I am! Doctor, my son... how is he?"

By the way, this is the tone of concern.

Fang Zewei pursed his lips, ignoring those who wanted to continue asking, and said in a deep voice, "The situation...is not very optimistic."

He saw the old man's tears flow out all at once.

Fang Zewei really couldn't bear to say "Your son is probably hopeless" with such a face.

He turned around and asked, "Who is Mr. Cheng Weirong's wife?"

The beautiful woman in the crowd slowly raised her hand: "It's me."

Fang Zewei was copying his pockets with his hands, clenching his fingers uncontrollably.

He didn't see any anxiety and concern in the woman's eyes.

But he was just a doctor and didn't have the right to control too much, so he dutifully dragged the woman to the stairs, and told the "Mrs. Cheng" about Cheng Weirong's condition in every detail.

After listening to the woman, it seemed that she didn't expect her husband to be so serious. After a long time, she slowly said, "Does it mean... there is no hope?"

Fang Zewei sighed: "There is a high probability that there is no way to save him. All the treatments now are just a sigh of relief for Mr. Cheng. The family members... have to be mentally prepared."

After speaking, he accidentally saw a small figure around the corner.

After a brief trance, he recognized that it was the child at the top of the stairs.

So... this is Mr. Cheng Weirong's son? ?

still so small...

He didn't think much about it, he just planned to say goodbye to the lady in front of him for a while, and hurried back to the ICU to check on the patient's condition.

But the woman in front of her reached out and grabbed his sleeve.

He pulled out his sleeve without any trace: "Is there anything else you want?"

The woman's face was very tangled, as if it was very difficult to say what she wanted to ask.

Fang Zewei felt that she might be worried about her husband inside, and planned to comfort her in a good-tempered manner: "Ma'am, you want to..."

"Doctor Fang." The woman seemed to have made up her mind, raised her head, and opened and closed her bright red mouth, "If my husband dies, is it considered a death in line of duty?"

Fang Zewei was stunned, unable to realize what the question meant, and nodded subconsciously.

The woman breathed a sigh of relief, and then said nervously: "The country... will it give family members pensions?"

Fang Zewei was stunned, for a moment, his hands and feet became extremely cold.

It was rare for him to be numb, and he couldn't believe the words he just heard.

How... How could someone, when his husband was lying in the ICU because he saved someone's life, the first thing that came to his mind was whether there was any pension after his death? !

He looked towards the corner of the stairs almost subconsciously.

The child hadn't left yet, and he stared blankly at the boy who had red eyes and was crying all the time.

It was the first time he saw a tiny doll with such strong disgust on his face.

This child... understand?

Fang Zewei was a little lost in thought, which was too precocious.

Before he could say anything more, he heard the anxious voice of the nurse: "Doctor Fang! Something happened to Dr. Fang's 6th bed! The patient's heartbeat stopped!"

6 beds——

It's Cheng Weirong's bed number!

Fang Zewei immediately ran towards the door, and said sharply, "I'll come right away! Go to the opposite meeting room and call Director Cao!"

The instrument next to the hospital bed was beeping all the time, faster than the footsteps of the god of death.

The leaders of the fire department came again. After a brief exchange with the doctor, they seemed to have begun to discuss Cheng Weirong's death.

In this situation, even if surgery is not possible, it must be done.

The lights in the operating room were turned on again, and Fang Zewei caught sight of the half-grown child one second before he went into the operation.

He opened his mouth, and finally watched the door close in vain.

He had no words of consolation.

……

When it came to this, Fang Zewei was silent for a long time and did not continue. Fang Hengzhi was also surprisingly patient this time. He didn't rush, but his hands holding the teacup were trembling slightly.

He took a sip of the already cold tea and asked in a hoarse voice, "Did you get back?"

Fang Zewei smiled wryly, "I've been rescued."

Fang Hengzhi was stunned, it was different from what he thought.

"That……"

"I would rather not be rescued." Fang Zewei raised his head and leaned on the chair, as if remembering something, raised his hand to cover his eyes, covering his sight.

"later……"

"Little uncle." Fang Hengzhi put the cup on the table and made a "ding", "I don't want to hear it anymore."

Fang Zewei put down his hands and looked at him unexpectedly: "What's wrong? "

Fang Hengzhi stood up silently, and turned up the temperature of the air conditioner in the room by a few degrees.

Seeing that he was depressed, Fang Zewei expressed surprise at his ability to empathize.

Fang Hengzhi was deliberately teased by him, and it was rare that he didn't play tricks with him: "I don't want... to know too much about his privacy from other people."

It's like when we met for the first time, he didn't listen to what the third uncle who sells painting materials said about Cheng Yi. At first, he was just not interested, and it was out of respect for the stranger's private affairs, but now he has some more ideas .

He really wanted to know, but he still wanted to wait for Cheng Yi to tell himself.

Maybe he won't know what happened to this person in the future, but he still doesn't want to know such a secret private matter of a person without permission.

He likes Cheng Yi very much, and respects Cheng Yi even more.

Fang Zewei did not expect his attitude to become so serious all of a sudden, but after thinking about it carefully, this is indeed his nephew's usual style.

Although it is a little bit bad at ordinary times, the basic upbringing is still engraved in the usual words and deeds.

Fang Zewei patted him on the shoulder in relief: "Then I won't talk about it, you should rest earlier."

Fang Hengzhi nodded.

When he reached the door, Fang Zewei suddenly stood still, turned around and looked at him: "I have another word."

Fang Hengzhi gave a "hmm", lay down on the bed casually, and looked at him sideways.

"If possible, you can take care of him more." Fang Zewei forced a smile, "This child...is too miserable."

Fang Hengzhi felt his eyes sour, turned his back to his little uncle suddenly, and said "I see" with a forced calm.

The door was quiet for a few seconds, and when the sound came out again, it was the sound of closing the door.

Fang Hengzhi huddled his head under the quilt, but still felt that the reading light above his head was too dazzling, so he sat up impatiently, slapped the switch to turn off the reading light.

The night lamp sensed the darkness in the house and slowly lit up.

Fang Hengzhi stared at the faint light, and decided to let it go and leave it alone.

He lay down on the bed again, unconsciously grasping the clothes on his chest, and breathing heavily.

The things Fang Zewei said just now kept circulating in his mind, and the picture Fang Zewei described even appeared in his mind.

He had never seen Cheng Yi when he was a child, but even so, his heart still throbbed when he thought of the child whose face could not be seen clearly.

Fang Zewei said that the latter matter was even more distressing. He didn't want to admit it, and he was a little afraid to listen.

The light of the phone suddenly turned on, and he turned his head to see the camera that happened to be facing him.

The new message showed that it was Cheng Yi.

[TBD]: Do you know him?

Fang Hengzhi stared at the message, suddenly not knowing how to reply.

He regretted it, regretted asking Cheng Yi.

After a new year, he should be happy. Cheng Yi's usual life is already very hard, and he doesn't want to let this person have no candy after a new year.

After hesitating for a while, he turned on the phone, ignored the WeChat with a small red dot on it, and dialed.

He inputted a string of numbers with his fingers almost without pausing, and dialed them dryly.

Cheng Yi couldn't believe it when he received Fang Hengzhi's call.

There were people all around, and the voice of the elderly was relatively loud. He found a fairly quiet place, and answered the phone in a hurry: "Hello?"

There was silence on the phone for a few seconds, and then came Fang Hengzhi's smiling voice: "Your side is very lively."

Cheng Yi glanced at Cheng Moutong, who was surrounded by a group of old ladies, and couldn't help laughing: "Yes, it's very lively."

In fact, some things have passed for too long, and he doesn't really want to remember them.

It will be tiring to remember bad things for too long. He should learn from this person who is calling him, love himself well, and learn to let go of himself.

"Did you miss me when you traveled so far to celebrate the New Year?" Fang Hengzhi said very embarrassingly.

Cheng Yi was slightly stunned, feeling his heart beat faster: "Where did you get your face?"

Fang Hengzhi probably didn't care about his pause for a few seconds, his tone didn't change at all, and he even went on to say shamelessly: "It's okay, I just miss you."

"..." Cheng Yi held the phone, thinking that he might be hallucinating.

Straight men nowadays... are all so gay? !

He felt that his world view had been impacted, because Fang Heng knew that the possibility of liking him was too small, so he didn't think about it at all.

So I can only pretend to be relaxed and joke with him: "Think about it, can I not let you think about it?"

The other party's muffled laughter came from the ear, and Cheng Yi felt a little itchy behind his ears.

He heard the other party ask: "What did you eat tonight?"

"Dumplings." He raised his voice subconsciously, and couldn't wait to share his happiness with this person, "My grandfather made dumplings too!"

Before he could answer, he saw a red light suddenly appearing in the dark night sky in front of him.

This ray of light slowly extended, and suddenly exploded at the center of his line of sight, turning into a huge firework with the crackling sound.

He was taken aback for a moment, and then happily said: "Fang Heng knows! Let's set off fireworks here!"

Because of the need to protect the environment, almost all firecrackers and fireworks are now banned, and few people dare to take the risk of being fined to set them off, so these fireworks have become rare.

Therefore, although Fang Hengzhi couldn't see it, Cheng Yi still wanted to share the happiness with him.

Fang Hengzhi heard the noisy voice over there, and laughed silently while lying on the pillow.

He stood up, went to the window and drew the curtain.

The neon lights outside the window are just gorgeous, and the red lanterns hanging on both sides of the street are even more dazzling, illuminating the whole city with joy.

Hearing the sound of firecrackers in his ears, he said softly, "Brother Yi, come back early."

Come back soon, I really miss you.

He knew that he shouldn't make such a selfish request. After all, Cheng Yi wanted to spend more time with his grandfather, which was really reasonable and should be.

But if you like someone, you can't be completely selfless and rational, just like he wants to see him very much now, there is no reason at all.

Cheng Yi, who was on the other side of the phone, held the phone, watched the fireworks gradually disperse, and suddenly bent his eyes and smiled.

"Okay," he said, "I'll go back early."

Until the phone was hung up, neither of them asked the unanswered question on WeChat.

It's not that Cheng Yi is not curious at all, it's just that he knows that there must be a reason for Fang Heng to say that, and he chooses to believe him.

and……

Compared with that dispensable answer, he still hopes that tonight will be a happy night.

I don't want my messy past to affect Fang Hengzhi, nor do I want to affect myself.

During the Chinese New Year, you have to be happy so that you can welcome the next year better.

Cheng Yi looked at the phone with a black screen in his hand, and tapped his forehead with it helplessly.

It would be a lie to say that you don't want to.

I still think about it, very much.

The author has something to say:

Come, come, come~

This chapter gives Fang Zai more perspectives, but the rest is from Yi Zai's perspective!