atypical romanticism

"Thank you, but I don't need it."

The sound of the door closing, Xiang girl who was twenty-footed in the previous second, faced the closed door with a dazed expression in this second.

Becoming a good person once, not only did she not receive a word of thanks, but was also kicked out. It can be said that there is no such unlucky good person as her in the world.

Thinking of this, Xiang Sheng had mixed feelings in his heart.

Zhou Yu's rejection of her has changed from written on her face to actual actions, and she naturally has no reason to continue to stick to her cold ass.

She and Zhou Yu are just strangers now.

She sighed, and said as she went down the stairs: "Well, forget about my meddling, see you later."

Zhou Yu heaved a sigh of relief when he heard Xiang Sheng's footsteps walking away.

She bypassed the glass of "The bones are not cold", and took out half a bottle of disinfectant alcohol and an open bag of cotton swabs from the drawer of the TV cabinet. Regardless of whether they were within the expiration date, they were used on the wound all at once.

To say what benefits this goddamn disease brought to Zhou Yu, delaying the pain was one of them.

But it was only a delay, and she deserved no less punishment.

"Ah!" Zhou Yu gasped, and sank into the sofa. In an instant, the wound was torn apart by inertia, and the pain made her tremble. Her legs naturally bent at right angles, and her toes pointed straight to the ceiling. His face was wrinkled into an abstract painting, and his arms, which didn't have a few pounds of flesh, thrashed up and down in pain, like a moth struggling in a candle flame.

It wasn't until evening that the mess on the ground was cleaned up.

The medicine bottles that had been put aside for a long time were lying in disorder in the TV cabinet. Zhou Yu glanced at them, poured two pills into the palm of his hand expressionlessly, and swallowed them with saliva, the bitter taste spread down his throat.

She took a few sips of water, and after the bitterness dissipated, she murmured, "Save me? I can't even save myself."

In Zhou Yu's 26 years of shallow life, all her struggles and sufferings were broken, crushed, and mixed with flesh and blood into her stomach to survive.

Not only her, but most of the world.

The mortal world is in turmoil, and it is difficult to cross by yourself. Who would have the leisure to give you a hand?

Zhou Yu thought darkly, if there is such a god-man, it is either a weasel who pays New Year's greetings to chickens, or a second idiot who is so idle that he is rare in the world.

--

Department of Psychiatry, Shanghua People's Hospital, Psychotherapy Room.

Li Zhi sighed helplessly as she looked at the woman in front of her with a decent smile and a generous conversation.

Xiang Sheng's voice stopped abruptly, and the smile on his face was intact, and he asked with concern: "Doctor Li?"

Li Zhi sighed, looked her in the eyes, and said, "Zhou Yu, I'm a doctor, and protecting patients' privacy is my basic professional ethics. Please trust me, is that okay?"

The smile on Zhou Yu's face froze for a moment, and then became vivid again: "Doctor Li, when I came here, I saw a new coffee shop opened across the road from your hospital. Do you have any good recommendations?"

—Yes, to put it bluntly.

The first time Li Zhi saw Zhou Yu was in the emergency room.

Zhou Yu swallowed half a bottle of sleeping pills, and the doctors and nurses on duty were surrounding her to wash her stomach. She wanted to leave, but when she turned around, she met Zhou Yu's eyes.

Like the eyes of most suicide patients when they were rescued, Zhou Yu's eyes were full of emotions such as numbness, bewilderment, and helplessness.

Li Zhi originally thought that Zhou Yu was a cowardly abandoner, but when she turned to leave, she saw a cluster of unwilling flames in her eyes.

Some people desperately want to seize a chance, while some people want to die here. All the incomprehension and tit-for-tat in the world can be harmoniously blended in the Rashomon of the hospital. .

At first, Li Zhi thought that Zhou Yu's illness was depression, and Zhou Yu did not deny it.

But as the number of contacts between the two increased, she found that Zhou Yu's condition was far from being as simple as depression. Her mood was not a single depression, but switching between mania and depression. days or so.

After a series of examinations, Zhou Yu was told that she was not suffering from depression, but bipolar disorder.

She was misdiagnosed for six years.

Li Zhi wanted to help Zhou Yu get out, but after Zhou Yu knew that he had bipolar disorder, he kept doing Tai Chi with her, "I'm fine, I'm fine".

In the past three years, every time they met, Zhou Yu talked about some interesting daily things, as if the relationship between them was not a doctor-patient relationship, but a friend.

Li Zhi took out a business card from the drawer, pushed it in front of Zhou Yu, and said, "This is a senior of mine. His academic attainments are higher than mine, and he can help you more than I can."

Zhou Yu picked up the business card and said half-jokingly, "Shanghua University Affiliated Hospital, is Dr. Li going to send me to inquire about their medical secrets?"

"Zhou Yu." Li Zhi frowned, obviously not wanting to laugh with her.

Seeing this, Zhou Yu suppressed his smile, pushed the business card back, and said sincerely, "Dr. Li, you have helped me a lot, really."

After finishing speaking, Zhou Yu got up and wanted to leave, Li Zhi sighed, glanced at Zhou Yu's wrist that was trying to hide, and stopped her: "Although I don't know if I really helped you, but as a doctor, I suggest You go to the ER now for a wound on your wrist and a tetanus shot."

Zhou Yu glanced at his wrist, smiled and nodded.

"No." Li Zhi got up, feeling worried after all, "I have to go with you."

Seeing this, Zhou Yu hurriedly said, "I'll just go by myself."

"Okay," Li Zhi said, "I'll be with you, and you can save a little time queuing up. Didn't it just say that you're going back to work tomorrow, so you can go back and clean up earlier if you finish it early."

Zhou Yu had no way to refute, so he took advantage of the opportunity and joked: "It's good to have someone in the hospital, and it saves you from queuing up."

"Don't make fun of me, let's go." Li Zhi said helplessly.

The emergency room was overcrowded every day, and the crying of children and the scolding of adults one after another made Zhou Yu's temples throbbing, but Li Zhi was still by her side, so she could only try her best to suppress the anger in her stomach.

But the crying of the little boy beside him became louder and louder, Zhou Yu squinted at the little boy, his temper had reached a critical point.

If you can't bear it, you don't need to bear it anymore, she still pays taxes every month!

Taking advantage of Li Zhi's spare time to find the doctor, she bent down and met the eyes of the crying little boy.

The little boy was only about four or five years old. He hadn't experienced the "attention salute" in his life, so he forgot to cry for a while, and looked at Zhou Yu blankly with red and swollen eyeballs.

Zhou Yu smiled slightly, ignoring the boy's mother's defensive eyes, bent down and whispered to the little boy's ear: "Little friend, Auntie is actually a goblin who ran down from the mountain. For a white, tender and fussy child like you, I will bite you!" Can eat a whole nest," the little boy's eyes widened suddenly, Zhou Yu continued to groan, "Auntie is hungry now, what should I do?"

Just as Li Zhi greeted the doctor and was about to let Zhou Yu pass, he saw Zhou Yu indifferently looking at the child beside her who was about to cry and lose his temper, and the child's mother wished to kill Zhou Yu.

"What's wrong with the kid over there?" Dr. Li hurriedly took Zhou Yu away. She was surrounded by caring angels in white clothes. There was no such magical creature as Zhou Yu who would bully children. I would never have imagined that Zhou Yu would be able to scare and lose his temper. About the children, "I'll call a nurse to see if anything happens again."

"No need," Zhou Yu said calmly, "I just chatted a few words about life with the kid, and the content was a bit realistic, and he was sad."

Li Zhi suddenly had a bad premonition, and asked tentatively, "What did you tell him?"

"I said, there is no Ultraman in the world." The crying little boy was taken aback, Zhou Yu continued, "Pleasant Goat, Big Big Wolf, Xiong Da, Xiong Er, Bald Qiang and Pigman are also fake. of."

As soon as the words were finished, Li Zhi gasped, and hurriedly dragged Zhou Yu away before the child's mother could scold him.

Li Zhi stared at the "magical species" Zhou Yu and returned to the department with peace of mind after treating the wound, but she forgot that Zhou Yu, a "magical species", not only likes to bully children, but also doesn't recognize his way.

Finally, when Zhou Yu pushed open the door for the third time and found that there was another row of wards welcoming her, the emotion she had just dissipated almost exploded.

Fortunately, one thing has its own thing, and the sign stopped her from losing her temper—well, why did you get to the brain surgery?

Zhou Yu was just about to join the elevator waiting team with a stomachache, when a familiar voice came from the nurse's station: "Hello sister nurse, is Director Li here today? I made an appointment yesterday."

Zhou Yu followed the prestige - besides her rare neighbor Xiang Sheng, who else could be the speaker?

Why did she come to brain surgery?

"Could it be possible," Zhou Yu said to himself, "is she really out of her mind?"

The people in the brain surgery department are particularly sensitive to the word "brain disease". Zhou Yu felt that his voice was not loud, but he still got countless rolls of eyes while waiting in the elevator line.

For a while, it would be wrong not to explain, and it would be superfluous to explain.

She simply pretended not to see it, and looked down at her phone. After the elevator arrived, the "elevator brigade" was probably afraid of bad luck. Seeing Zhou Yu go in first, she took back her step forward.

Zhou Yu didn't care either, he just went up to the floor on his own, and slipped away in a neither a good mood nor a bad mood.

As for why Xiang Sheng came to the hospital, she wasn't too entangled, she didn't want to have too much interaction with Xiang Sheng.

It's like when a person walks at night, knowing that there are no ghosts in the world, but the unexplainable fear exists from the inside out.

There are so many ghosts with no reason in the world, so naturally Xiang Sheng, an old antique with a national level of 10086, can be accommodated.

Compared with wondering why Xiang Sheng went to the hospital, she was more concerned about the work that had accumulated dust on the computer.

--

Shanghua City is like a machine running at high speed. Everyone is a part of this machine, and they use their own endless burning in exchange for the efficient operation of this machine.

This is true of the general environment, and so are the companies that live under this general environment.

Zhou Yu stayed up all night, working very hard from noon to Dongfang Jibai to keep up with the work progress of the past four days.

She forced herself to stand up, glanced at the medicine in hand, struggled for a moment, gritted her teeth, and swallowed two more pills—the two meetings in the morning were all about the New Year's issue of "SHINE". It is the biggest project she has accepted since she joined the company for three years, and she can't lose the chain.

The next day, in front of the "SHINE" headquarters building.

Zhou Yu frowned at the trash can and finished filling a glass of bitter iced Americano, then vigorously threw the empty glass into the trash can, accompanied by a "clang", and greeted her colleague who was walking towards her with a smile.

"Zhou, are you feeling better?"

Classic Chinese greetings, Zhou Yu's reply also carried out the Chinese politeness: "It's much better, hey, just like that, life."

"Your body is your own, isn't there a saying," Emily joked, "'As long as you work hard enough, the boss will drive a Ferrari'!"

Zhou Yu laughed a few times cooperatively, the elevator opened just right, and the two walked into the office together, tacitly ending this unnutritious greeting.

At ten o'clock in the morning, Zhou Yu sorted out the documents and walked into the conference room while reviewing the process in his mind.

The moment Zhou Yu stepped into the door, the smile that Zhou Yu had practiced for a long time froze on his face—how could the person sitting on the chair drinking milk tea with a smile on his face be Xiang Sheng?

No wonder she heard Xiang Sheng's name familiar - isn't this the photographer she chatted with email after email? !

Looking at each other, Zhou Yu's mind was filled with Sun Xingzhe's catchphrase: Hey, goblin!

In contrast, Xiang Sheng was much calmer. She got up and walked in front of Zhou Yu, with a gentle smile on her face, and said unhurriedly: "Hello, I am Xiang Sheng, and Miss Zhou, please help me. Advise."