star hunter

"I have learned to draw since I was a child, and I majored in illustration in college." Faced with the adoring eyes of the little girl, Zhong Yun was greatly satisfied with his self-esteem that was repeatedly suppressed.

Yingying was very supportive: "It's great to draw casually!"

Zhang Jibai's focus was elsewhere: "Have you ever been to college?"

Zhong Yuncong looked at him vigilantly: "What do you mean by asking that? Don't you look like a literary youth?"

"He's just envious of you." Su Xian's voice came over lazily, intervening in the chat, Zhong Yuncong looked over cautiously, not without his heart beating.

Yingying turned her head and saw Su Xian's left arm wrapped in thick gauze, the smile in her eyes disappeared instantly, she covered her mouth in surprise: "Brother Xian, your arm... "

"Slightly injured."

It seems that Su Xian's mood has been adjusted, his expression is as peaceful as his voice, he smiled at the little girl, that smile can even be described as gentle: "What's the matter? Your mother finished her medicine again? "

Her face was covered with a layer of melancholy that didn't match her age: "Yes. And this time, I want to ask the doctor for some wound medicine."

Zhang Jibai looked sideways when he heard the words, Su Xian's expression was not relaxed after confirming that the girl was not injured, he asked, "What's wrong with your mother?"

"She and the fat aunt upstairs..." The little girl tried her best to choose her words, carefully choosing her words, "There was a little conflict, and they were all injured."

Su Xian is also a resident of that residential building, and he has a little understanding of the relationship between the two unfriendly neighbors, and he roughly guessed what was going on.

After asking the reason, he didn't take it too seriously: "Oh, who won the quarrel?"

Yingying obviously didn't think this was funny, her little nose wrinkled up: "Both are hurt, my mother's face was scratched, and the fat aunt..."

"What happened to Fat Auntie?"

"Her nose was bitten by my mother."

After Yingying finished speaking, she took a peek at Su Xian, she was observing Su Xian's expression, as expected, he frowned: "Is this over?"

The little girl sighed heavily, "I will apologize to the fat lady."

Her precocious appearance made Su Xian's heart sink, and some words were stuck in his throat. He couldn't bear to say them, but Zhang Jibai was much more frank. He told the little girl directly: "I'm afraid it's not that simple, citizens. He is very sensitive to incidents like 'biting', and will probably report the matter to the public security station."

The girl panicked immediately, her eyes wandered aimlessly, and finally landed on Su Xian, she grabbed his hand as if grabbing a life-saving straw: "Brother Xian, you need to save him!" my mother!"

Su Xian stroked the top of her hair, and comforted her gently: "It's not as serious as you imagined, at most... it will be locked up for a while, she's used to it, isn't she?"

Yingying raised her face and glanced at him, her lips moved, but she still didn't say anything in the end.

She lowered her head and replied sullenly, "Yes."

Zhang Jibai handed over the prepared medicine to her, and the little girl returned to her usual cuteness before leaving. After waving goodbye to everyone, she smiled sweetly at Zhong Yuncong: "Brother Yun, you Can you send it to me after you finish the painting?"

There was no reason for Zhong Yun to refuse, and he immediately patted his chest to assure: "No problem! I will give it to you after the painting is finished!"

Yingying left contentedly, but Zhong Yuncong's smile collapsed. He turned his head to look at Su Xian and Zhang Jibai, hesitant to say: "Could her mother be..."

He didn't say those two words. In fact, the concept of "lesion" is still vague to him, but he has seen the appearance of the disease with his own eyes. Although there are many things that are shrouded in fog and he still doesn't understand, the psychological shadow is real. existing.

Su Xian lowered his eyes, but he couldn't hide the worry in his eyes. What Zhong Yuncong asked was exactly what he was worried about. Of course, it is a trivial matter to be locked up for a few days, but if there are signs of disease, they will not be able to control the situation. that's it.

"It's hard to say now." Zhang Jibai answered Zhong Yuncong's doubts, "I can only say that this possibility exists, after all, she has reached her age."

These words made Zhong Yun's heart sink. He had met Yingying's mother, Ms. Miao once, and he was so frightened that he couldn't talk about his feelings. However, he liked Yingying very much and didn't want to see her sad. appearance.

"However, she has been taking the inhibitor I prescribed." Zhang Jibai gave another injection of reassurance. "Theoretically, it should be delayed for two or three years."

Zhong Yuncong blinked, half understanding: "Inhibitors are... medicines that can delay 'pathological changes' if taken?"

"Almost." Zhang Jibai's answer was very perfunctory, obviously not intending to give a more detailed explanation, Zhong Yuncong shrugged helplessly, and let it go, he learned the lesson from last time, and decided to continue in a short time. Manage your curiosity and don't ask casually, lest you be used as a target again.

When the sky darkened, Zhong Yuncong's landscape sketch was completed. He held it up in front of his eyes, looked left and right, and was very satisfied with his work.

Zhang Jibai also came over, nodded frequently, and even Su Xian followed suit, and praised him once in a while: "The painting is really good."

Zhong Yuncong was quite proud of himself: "The old professor in our department praised me for being very talented. Given time, I will definitely become a great talent."

When he said this, he was actually a little guilty, and he also omitted a key point - "as long as you spend all your fooling around studying hard".

Su Xian just shook his head and laughed at his complacency, but Zhang Jibai asked, "Does it feel good to go to college?"

"Of course! I'm free and unrestrained. I can go to sleep whenever I want, wake up whenever I want, and finally get rid of my mother's nagging..." Zhong Yuncong reminisced about his informality. The college life in the next section, and then I realized, "Doctor, what do you mean...could it be that you never went to college?"

Zhang Jibai smiled: "In the past 20 years, the entire education system in Mengchuan has been shut down. People can't even survive, and they can't spare extra energy to think about education. In the past five years, Mengchuan Primary and secondary schools in Sichuan have only resumed classes one after another, but the university is still closed, and I don’t know when it will reopen.”

Zhong Yuncong still couldn't believe it: "Then your medical skills... are not self-taught... right?"

He really just wanted to make a joke for the occasion, but the faint smile on the corner of Zhang Jibai's lips made him start to waver, and he couldn't help but ask: I don't know how to say a word, do I?

"My father's generation was also a doctor, and there are a lot of medical books at home." Zhang Jibai smiled modestly, "It's just that my father passed away early, otherwise, if I could get his advice, I should be able to study it more deeply."

Su Xian also bent the corners of his mouth: "Doctor Zhang, if you want to praise yourself, just say so."

Zhong Yuncong's mouth, which had been open for a long time, finally closed, and he convincingly spoke the praise that Dr. Zhang wanted to hear: "Doctor, you are such a genius! However, I still have a question."

Doctor Zhang was in a good mood: "Let's talk."

"That's...although your signboard is easy to mislead others, but you are a pure western medicine." He asked sincerely, "how do you solve the various experiments that traditional medicine students must conduct?"

"It's been such a big circle," Su Xian chuckled, "You want to ask him how to fix the subjects, right? This is probably the easiest problem for him to solve during the self-study process... The most indispensable thing for 'Island' is Corpse. If you just walk around the street, you might be hit by someone who jumped from a building."

Zhong Yuncong's smile froze: "This...isn't funny."

"Do you think I'm joking?" Su Xian smiled kindly, and he pointed to the gate of the clinic, "You can go shopping in the street, it happens to be the peak suicide season at night."

Zhong Yuncong looked at his smile, feeling inexplicably shuddering, he pursed his lips tightly, and Zhang Jibai also came to make fun of him: "Don't tell me, they even set up a team in the Management Bureau, which is called The 'Corpse Squad' specializes in dealing with suicide corpses. I have a good relationship with them, and it is not a problem to get one or two corpses. But I don't like those who jump off the building, the muscles and bones are usually broken, not a good sample..."

Zhong Yun felt his stomach acid start to overwhelm, and quickly stopped Dr. Zhang: "Ahem, doctor, let's not discuss your preference for research samples, shall we?"

Zhang Jibai smiled slightly, and stopped the topic, Su Xian waved his hands lazily: "Okay, you go back and get something to eat, and bring me a change of clothes by the way."

Zhong Yun never dared to neglect Su Xian's orders. By the way, he still remembered what he had promised Yingying, so he brought the sketches he had just completed.

"I'll go early and come back early."

Su Xian didn't take it seriously: "It's okay, you can come back tomorrow morning."

Now he is very reasonable again, Zhong Yuncong is really a little uncertain about this guy, he is moody, and the point of anger is still very elusive. To sum it up in one word-difficult to serve!

However, the other party had a good attitude at this time, so he accepted it as soon as he saw it, and asked politely: "What about your dinner? How to solve it? Do you want me to bring it for you?"

Su Xian glanced at Dr. Zhang with a smile: "I'll have a good meal at Dr. Zhang's place."

Zhang Jibai, who was named, pushed down the frame with his middle finger, and gracefully made an indecent gesture: "Are you taking turns to come here to eat?"

Zhong Yun shook his head and laughed, and when he turned to leave, Su Xian reminded him, "Put on your contact lenses."

He turned around and smiled at him: "OK."

"Just now..." Su Xian suddenly spoke again, Zhong Yuncong stopped and waited for his next words, but Su Xian glanced at Doctor Zhang who was watching the show with his hands in his hands, and cleared his throat: "Forget it , let’s talk about it next time.”

Zhong Yun vaguely guessed what he wanted to say, but since he couldn't say it right now, he didn't break the casserole and ask the end, but responded with a smile: "Okay."

Then he waved at him, and the other party nodded slightly, and he turned around happily and went out.

After walking out of the clinic, I found that there was no snow today, but the temperature was still very low, and the snow on the road showed no sign of melting.

The municipal government that wants to come here is also in a state of shutdown, and no one has been arranged to clean up such a thick snow, but there are almost no motor vehicles on the road, and the snow will not become a roadblock, at most it will cause some troubles for pedestrians.

When Zhong Yuncong returned to Su Xian's house, he was almost frozen to death. Trembling, he took out the key and opened the door. The house was dark and dim, and he stumbled for a while before he found the wall. switch.

Electricity is also one of the sources of energy that the city lacks. The voltage here has always been low, and the quality of the lights is also worrying. The light has not been very bright, but it is much better than darkness.

He sat on the sofa to rest for a while, and finally got rid of the chill, and then he got up and went to work in the kitchen.

He started the fire, boiled a small pot of water, and prepared to serve himself a bowl of bland dried noodles. Vegetables are also a luxury in this winter, so he can add an egg at most.

In the past, he would definitely not be able to eat such a dinner, but he had to bow his head under the eaves.

He didn't have the courage to go to the owner here to protest the poor food.

The gas stove is also an old object that has been in disrepair for a long time. It has been creaking and screaming since the moment it was lit. The flame is licking the bottom of the pot weakly. It seems that the water will not boil for a while.

Zhong Yuncong thought about it, left the kitchen, took his painting, and went out to fulfill his promise.

Yingying's house is upstairs, just up the stairs. Zhong Yuncong knocked for a while before someone answered the door. He was full of smiles, and was about to say hello to the little girl, but found a pale face.

Zhong Yuncong was greatly frightened, his hands shook, and the thin piece of paper fell to the ground lightly. Not picking it up, she smiled tremblingly: "Ah, is that Ms. Miao? I'm here to find Yingying."

The other party opened the door a little bit, and the light came through a little. He finally saw clearly that there was a mask on his face, and he didn't know where she got it. beautiful road.

Miao Lingzhi recognized this little brother, and when he heard that he was here to find his daughter, his attitude improved a lot, and he smiled warmly: "Hey, welcome! But Yingying hasn't arrived yet, would you like to come in first?" ?”

She may have forgotten that she was still applying the mask, and the mask was just a pleat when she smiled. Zhong Yuncong quietly looked away, and as for her invitation, he politely declined: "Ah, thank you for your kindness, but there is no need... I just came Sending a painting to Yingying. Since she is not here, please pass it on."

As he spoke, he was going to pick up the sketches lying alone on the ground. He never thought that Miao Linzhi's movements were faster than him, and he squatted down: "So it was for Yingying to give something to our family, thank you so much!"

She reached out to pick up the drawing paper, and was full of praise during the browsing process. Zhong Yuncong was so embarrassed by her praise, scratching his head and was about to say a few words of self-effacing, when he saw the mask paper on Miao Linzhi's face collapsed. One corner, hanging funny, revealing the small left half of the face.

He was going to remind her aloud, but out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the festering red spot on her left cheekbone, and the base of her tongue suddenly went numb.

If he remembered correctly, it was... a sign of "morbidity".