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Chapter 1 Quote

1:00am.

Song Zihe looked at his watch. It's time for him to get off work. Today's emergency room is a bit deserted, not as busy as usual, but this is a good thing. It shows that the city is safe tonight. There are no people in danger. This is the case around the hospital.

He took off his coat, talked to Dr. Xiao Liu and several nurses who came to take over the shift, and prepared to go home after get off work.

With the car keys in hand, I was about to go to the parking lot to pick up the car. When I looked down, I saw the cross stitch hanging on the car keys. It was already dilapidated. The dense needle corners embroidered before were now scattered, maybe it should have been thrown away long ago. , but I don't know why it has been hanging until now.

He has always been cold-tempered, unsmiling, and works in addition to work in his life. He lives alone and has no girlfriend. The angry cross-stitchers all yelled, and Shen Yingying, who graduated from the same department as him and is now a colleague, said with a look of knowing him very well: Maybe that is the only tenderness in you?
What women say is always so literary.

The only tenderness?
It should be just a memory.

And that memory seems to have gradually faded with the years, like the scattered needle corners on a cross-stitch, which will all disappear one day.

He only lost his mind for a while, and continued to walk towards the parking lot, but after only a few steps, he suddenly heard a "boom" in the distance, which exploded in the silent night sky.

He was startled, and reflexively looked in the direction of the sound.

What happened?

A nearby barrier building collapsed, and the wounded were brought in by ambulance one after another. They were migrant workers from other places. There were often several families crowded in each room. Now they were all buried underneath after the collapse, causing heavy casualties.

Song Zihe's hospital was the nearest one to the accident site, and it was also a large hospital, so all the wounded were rescued and sent to this hospital, and the emergency room was extremely busy for a while.

It was impossible to get off work, Song Zihe went to and from the wounded, and there was already a little blood on the white robe.

Miserable.

Even as a doctor, the tragedy in front of him still made him frown unconsciously, and the blood in the air made his nerves, which were a little tired from working the night shift, tense to death.

"Zihe, help me here." Someone was calling him, and the whole hospital called him Director Song, only Shen Yingwen would call him "Zihe" affectionately.

"Zihe, it sounds more like a 'paper box', here, it's the kind of box made of paper." The face in her memory has been blurred, and she only remembers that she has fine hair, and she points to the one in front of her. The box of instant noodles said, "They all call you that, can I call you that too? Zihe, Zihe."

He hated calling him like this, who allowed him to keep calling him like this.

"Zihe?" Shen Yingying called him again.

Only then did he realize that he was in a daze, thinking wildly in such a chaotic time, he frowned somewhat annoyed, and walked quickly towards Shen Yingwen.

Shen Yingying wanted to carry the wounded on the single rack to the hospital bed.

"This man has a broken left leg and a broken rib. Please help me. I'll support my head and you move my feet. I'll count to one, two, three. Use your strength together. Be careful," Shen Yingwen commanded Song Zihe swiftly, forgetting Song Zihe had no less experience than her, and Song Zihe did as he did, lifting the injured man's feet.

The wounded man's face was covered with blood, probably because of a wound on his head. Shen Yingwen didn't mention it, which meant that the wound on his head was not serious. The two of them carried the wounded man onto the hospital bed with all their strength, which may have affected the wound. The wounded man screamed. One sound.

Shen Yingying had already started to undress the injured man to examine the wound, and asked Song Zihe to look at the wound on the left leg of the injured man. The injured man probably groaned again because of the pain, and the wounded around him were groaning in pain. What is it, Song Zihe looked up at the wounded for some reason.

It's a woman. Although her face is covered with blood, she can still see her facial features clearly. She is very handsome. There is a purple butterfly tattoo on the right side of her neck near her ear. It seems that she is about to flap her wings and fly when she is clinging to the skin on her neck. The movement of the hands suddenly stopped.

"Why are you in a daze?" Shen Yingwen pushed him.

He ignored her, turned directly to the woman's head, and gently wiped the woman's face clean with the white robe on his body. The blood was a little congealed and it was not easy to wipe, but the face could be seen clearly.

"Song Zihe?" Shen Yingwen, who was next to her, felt puzzled, and immediately realized, "Do you know her?"

Song Zihe stared at the woman's face for a long time before nodding: "I know."

At the same time as he said "know", his mind was overwhelmed in an instant, and the memories that he thought he would forget soon rushed to his face.

(End of this chapter)