Klein bottle personality

This day Ding Muyan went to accompany his grandfather after finishing his work as usual, but unexpectedly entered the ward, besides Xiao Jin, he also saw Wen Yizhou.

This is a very strange scene. Grandpa is lying quietly on the bed, Xiao Jinan is sitting quietly on one side of the bed, and Wen Yizhou is sitting quietly on the other side of the bed. The two ignore each other and stare at each other intently. grandfather.The three people who were too quiet formed this horrifying scene. Ding Muyan pushed the door open and could barely move.

When Ding Muyan entered the room, Wen Yizhou got up and nodded at him: "You are here."

Xiao Jin just raised his eyes slightly, not to mention he didn't say hello, he didn't stand up, and he didn't even move his buttocks. In stark contrast to Wen Yizhou, he showed with practical actions: You are an outsider who came to visit the patient, and I am the family member who takes care of the patient. .

"You didn't tell me in advance when you came, you've been waiting for a long time." Ding Muyan said.

"Not long ago, I came to look for you, but when I got to the hospital, I heard that old Dean Ding was hospitalized, so I came to have a look." Wen Yizhou said.

Xiao Jin looked at Wen Yizhou for a while, and Ding Muyan for a while, pretending to pull the quilt for grandpa, and coughed hard.

Ding Muyan glanced at him, and said to Wen Yizhou: "Let's go out and talk, don't affect Grandpa's rest."

When the two walked out of the ward, Wen Yizhou asked, "Is your grandfather okay?"

Ding Muyan couldn't answer whether it was good or bad: "Let's keep it like this."

Wen Yizhou sighed, "Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

Ding Muyan smiled and said, "You are busy too, have your parents gone back?"

Mentioning his parents, Wen Yizhou's face froze: "I went back. I sent you a message last week saying that they went back. Maybe you were too busy to notice."

Ding Muyan said awkwardly: "Oh...Maybe I didn't see... Are they okay? Are they emotional?"

"They... I will comfort them... After all, what they are suffering is the fact that cannot be changed."

"Hmm, then you..."

"You should have told me about your grandfather's condition earlier, I can help." Wen Yizhou forcibly brought back the topic that Ding Muyan had diverted.

Ding Muyan said helplessly: "To be honest, it's not a question of manpower now. There are so many people in our courtyard, we can take care of them. So I don't want to bother you..."

"So there is no difference between me and me?" Wen Yizhou bluntly said Ding Muyan's subtext, without hiding his frustration.

"Can't say that either..."

Wen Yizhou glanced into the ward: "But he is what you need, right?"

This sentence made Ding Muyan very embarrassed. It seems that the two should be equal and have the status of suitors, but why does one go to the hospital every day, and the other has never even thought of telling.While relying on Xiao Jin, while ignoring Wen Yizhou, when he came to his senses, he was treated differently.

"I... don't want to cause you trouble." Ding Muyan felt that it was inappropriate to say it, and it was an instinct and a status quo.

"I understand." Wen Yizhou said dejectedly, "It's because I didn't do well enough to share your worries. It's not you who always cause trouble, but me."

"Everyone has their own difficulties, it's normal..." Ding Muyan began to talk clichés, and said to himself: Shut up, don't say it.

"I don't have a chance, do I?" Wen Yizhou said again.

Ding Muyan took a breath, not knowing how to answer, but what surprised him even more was that when Wen Yizhou asked this sentence, what Ding Muyan thought of was not Wen Yizhou standing in front of him, but Xiao Jin.

"I think...we still..." Ding Muyan wanted to send out a good friend card and a friend card, but felt that it was too stupid to say it, and it didn't fit his image. For the first time, he found it so difficult to reject people.

Fortunately, Wen Yizhou didn't make things difficult for him, but just smiled bitterly: "I see."

Ding Muyan heaved a sigh of relief.

"Actually, I knew it a long time ago, but I just want to try my luck to see if there is still a glimmer of life. It seems that I am still not so lucky."

"Early?"

Wen Yizhou laughed even harder, two diametrically opposed expressions of resignation and admiration appeared at the same time: "I have also watched his documentary. How should I put it, it is indeed very good, and I am still far behind."

"You all say that, he's going to be proud."

"It seems that I'm not the only one who admires him. Then I'm leaving, so I won't waste your time. In the future..." Wen Yizhou took a step back, distanced himself gentlemanly, and changed his words, "It's a pleasure to be with you every day, thank you .”

"Thank you."

When Ding Muyan returned to the ward, the door just opened a crack when he saw a black shadow flash past, and when he took a closer look, Xiao Jin was already sitting on the chair by the door, reading a newspaper.

"How is grandpa today?" Ding Muyan asked casually.

Holding his posture, Xiao Jin slowly put away the newspaper: "I was awake for several hours in the morning, but I still didn't have the strength to speak. I read the newspaper to him, and he seems to be in a good mood."

Ding Muyan couldn't help smiling when he imagined Xiao Jin reading the newspaper.

"What are you laughing at?"

"It's nothing."

Xiao Jin rolled his eyes and asked casually, "What did he talk to you just now?"

"It's nothing."

"Hey!"

Ding Muyan moved the chair to the side of the bed and turned his back to Xiao Jin: "What did you guys talk about while sitting face to face for so long?"

"Why should I chat with my rival? Look at me, I never let you face your rival."

Ding Muyan turned his head vigilantly: "I still have a rival in love?"

"No, no! You have no rival in love!" Xiao Jin dragged the chair to Ding Muyan's side, and whispered, "What are you talking about?"

The deliberately low voice carries Xiao Jin's breath, which is warm. "He said goodbye to me."

Xiao Jin was stunned for a second before realizing the meaning of this sentence, and the corners of his lips curled up triumphantly.

"Happy to beat your opponent?"

Xiao Jin waved his hand: "I never regarded him as an opponent! Too weak!"

Ding Muyan smiled and shook his head.

"Hey?" Xiao Jin suddenly realized something, "Did you care about your rival in love just now? You can only have a rival in love if you have love?"

Ding Muyan squinted his eyes and smiled at him, a cold light flashed across his glasses.

Xiao Jin smiled dryly: "The weather is really nice today."

The two accompanied Ding Zhixing to gossip, watching the tubes on Grandpa's body increase day by day, and their hearts became heavier day by day. They could only rely on self-regulation to relieve their anxiety.

When Ding Jianyu entered the door, he saw two people leaning against each other like two penguins, whispering, and for a moment he didn't know whether to break this harmony.

Later, it was Xiao Jin who heard the movement first, turned around and called Uncle Ding.

"What are you talking about, so devoted."

"Mu Yan said that he could heal the fractures of little rabbits at the age of five, is it true?" Xiao Jin was deeply suspicious of Ding Muyan's boasting.

"Take a branch, take a rag, and tie it up casually?" Ding Jianyu demolished it mercilessly.

"Tie it up casually, I can apply ointment, okay?" Ding Muyan protested.

"Did you tell people that you were afraid of injections when you were a child, howled like you wanted to chop off your hand, and then the next day everyone in the hospital laughed at me, Dean Ding's son, who was afraid of injections."

"I don't remember such a thing at all, you must have made it up." Ding Muyan said angrily.

Xiao Jin sniggered at the side, and turned around to smile so that Ding Muyan could not see it, but his trembling shoulders betrayed him.

Ding Jianyu put down his bag and looked at the temperature sheet, "Nothing has changed."

"It's about the same as yesterday."

For them, it is the best news to be almost the same as yesterday.

Ding Jianyu stroked his father's hair: "You haven't eaten yet, go and rest for a while, I'll just be here with you."

After leaving the ward, Xiao Jin stretched his waist: "What are we going to eat? Don't tell me, I feel a little hungry now."

"I ordered takeaway." Ding Muyan took out his phone and looked at it, "It's here, do you want to eat?"

"Of course!"

The two returned to Ding Muyan's office from the ward. Xiao Jin could be said to be familiar with the way, as if going to the department was like returning to his own home.What made Ding Muyan even more angry was that the doctors and nurses usually greeted him with "Hello, Director Ding" and "Hello, Professor Ding". The leader ignored it, but Xiao Jin also greeted everyone with a happy face, and even called most of them by name, making it seem like he was the person in the department.

When he came to the office, Ding Muyan unwrapped the takeaway wontons he had ordered on the coffee table.

"I ordered fresh pork with bamboo shoots." Ding Muyan put one of the bowls in front of him.

Xiao Jin smiled: "How do you know that I like fresh meat with bamboo shoots?"

Ding Muyan glared at him: "It's too fake, don't remind me to pay attention to your taste! You have eaten this wonton a dozen times, and nine times out of ten are fresh meat with bamboo shoots. If I can't remember That's a fool."

"I also like shepherd's purse wonton." Xiao Jin forcefully argued.

Just as he was about to eat the chopsticks, Ding Muyan yelled, "Have you washed your hands?"

Xiao Jin seemed to have returned to the nightmare when his mother grabbed his ears and told him to wash his hands when he was a child. He quickly washed his hands obediently and came back before he dared to move his chopsticks. Ding Muyan expressed his satisfaction.

After eating a few wontons, Ding Muyan felt that something was wrong, so he opened the wontons with chopsticks to see the meat filling.

"What are you looking at? Are there cockroaches?"

Ding Muyan resisted the urge to stick his chopsticks into his face: "It doesn't taste right. It's not the kind I want to eat. Did it go wrong?"

Xiao Jin glanced at the wontons, then picked up the takeout order and looked again: "It's not wrong, you ordered it wrong, this is fresh meat wontons, I usually order fresh pork with salted egg yolk."

Ding Muyan sighed sadly, what could be more tragic than ordering the wrong takeaway?

"I trade with you?"

"No, give it to me after you've eaten it all." Ding Muyan refused.

"You still hate me?"

"Fresh meat is also delicious." Ding Muyan sadly continued to eat fresh meat wontons, and cried to finish the takeaway he ordered.

"Isn't your canteen still open at this point?"

"Don't go to the cafeteria, our cafeteria is too bad, so we only go to the cafeteria in a hurry."

Xiao Jin silently took out his mobile phone to send messages to others, and the phone kept ringing over and over again.

"What are you busy with? Can't you talk about it after eating? You spilled all the oil on my table."

Xiao Jin was still concentrating on pressing his mobile phone: "The canteen of your hospital is really not good, it doesn't fit the image of your big hospital, so shouldn't the hospital provide good logistical support for your employees? Before the soldiers and horses move food and grass, I am going to... "

"What are you going to do?"

Xiao Jin pressed the send button, stuffed the phone into his pocket, and said with a smile, "I'm going to contract your canteen."

"Cough, cough, cough!" Ding Muyan coughed up the half-eaten wonton.

"You see yourself splashing oil on the table, don't blame me."

Ding Muyan took out a tissue to wipe his mouth and the table: "Contract the canteen?"

"Well, I can invite the chef from this wonton shop, and you can eat their wontons in the cafeteria, and the fried restaurant is also delicious, what else do you want to eat? Dumplings? Ramen?"

"Are you going to catch all the takeaways around you?"

"Yes." Xiao Jin diverged his thinking, "I can send someone to order food for you. When you finish your work, when you order food, it will be delivered to you at any time. No, this person will be responsible for supervising your meal time. It’s here, lest you remember that you didn’t eat when you’re too hungry. Isn’t this a good idea? Then you don’t have to worry about you not having a good meal when I’m not here in the future.”

"Give me a break……"

"I'm not teasing you, you see I'm already making arrangements." Xiao Jin raised the phone to Ding Muyan's eyes.

"Then are you going to paint the old building of our hospital next time?"

"Let Shao Jun handle the construction. He is an expert. You want to paint the building?"

"No, no." Ding Muyan quickly denied it, for fear that he was too active and would do what he said.

"However, it's not that fast." Xiao Jin counted the time, "Be patient, I will try my best to get you out of the bad canteen as soon as possible."

Ding Muyan didn't know how to continue this topic, but he was still very happy in his heart.

After eating and drinking enough, the two curled up on the sofa and slept peacefully, one at each end. The short break made the atmosphere in the office warm and sweet.

Ding Zhixing's condition is always walking on a tightrope, and he will fall if he is not careful.

A few days later, Ding Muyan was notified again that Ding Zhixing had respiratory failure.

When he rushed to the ward, the doctor had already used the defibrillator, and his ears were full of people shouting.As if in a broken space, everything he saw was incomplete. He tried to put together the fragments of the picture, but the sharp alarm sound of the monitor tore it apart again.

Grandpa's thin body became weaker and weaker, as if what was lying there was not a living person, but an object, which had no autonomy and could only be manipulated by others.

The air is still filled with the burnt smell after using the defibrillator. This rescue scene is so familiar, but also so strange. It is familiar because it has been experienced countless times, and it is strange because it seems like an outsider at this moment. Helpful to watch it play out.

I don't know who screamed: "There is no heartbeat."

The doctor threw away the defibrillator and began to perform cardiopulmonary resuscitation, but after a few moments, he suddenly froze and stared blankly at Ding Zhixing.

"Press it quickly! Why don't you press it!" Ding Muyan, who was like stagnant water, suddenly boiled, and rushed forward with a stride, pushed the doctor away, and went into battle by himself.

But he was stunned just after pressing it, and he felt it as soon as he put his hand on it. Only a few times, at least three or four of Grandpa's ribs were broken.

He was too fragile, so fragile that he could no longer bear the force, like a glass bottle that was barely glued together, it might fall apart when the wind blows.

The doctor had come to his senses, pushed Ding Muyan aside and continued to press.

Ding Muyan stumbled back to the side, a critical illness notice was handed to him, a doctor shouted something to him, he didn't hear clearly, only saw the person's mouth move.

But in just a few days, he received another critical illness card.

He turned around numbly, pasted the critical illness notice on the wall, and wanted to sign it but found that there was no pen.

Where's the pen?He should have put a pen in his pocket. He seemed to have written a doctor's order before. Where did he put it after writing it?

Ding Muyan searched for the pen he used from his left pocket to the right pocket expressionlessly, but the pen seemed to have fallen into a black hole, and he couldn't find it no matter how hard he looked.

Where did you put it?Ding Muyan fell into a strange circle of stubbornness, he must find that pen, and must use that pen to sign the critical illness notice, other pens will not work.

Finally, he found the pen in his breast pocket.

Did you put it in your breast pocket just now?He tried to remember, but couldn't remember anything.

When he held the pen and wanted to sign, he found that his hands were shaking so badly that he couldn't sign the word no matter what.

Why tremble?Ding Muyan thought.He tensed his muscles hard, trying to control the trembling, but he found that it was of no avail, and instead the trembling became more and more severe.

what to do?What should I do if I can't control it?

At this time, a hand covered the back of his hand, gentle and powerful, and then he met Xiao Jin's eyes.

Gradually, his sight became clearer, and he could see the doctors and nurses who were rescuing his grandfather, and he could hear their anxious cries.Something is supporting him, repairing the broken picture bit by bit, injecting strength into his empty chest, allowing him to return to the real world, giving him the courage to face what is happening.

"Are you okay?" Xiao Jin asked with concern.

Ding Muyan found that his hands were not shaking anymore.

"It's okay." Ding Muyan said, then lowered his head and signed his name on the critical illness notice.

Rescue is still going on, but hope is getting slimmer.

All the directors of relevant departments came, and after a while, Dean Zhu also came.He didn't go in, just stood in the corridor watching the doctors busy, his eyes were red, and the muscles on his cheeks twitched from time to time.

Director Shen got out of the rescue and yelled at Ding Muyan: "Is Lao Ding here?"

Ding Muyan replied dryly: "On the way."

Director Shen gave him a complicated look, and continued to devote himself to the rescue.

1 minute, 2 minutes, 5 minutes, 10 minutes, one hour, two hours...

Director Shen went from shouting loudly to being silent, from directing the doctors to take turns to go up one by one, to frowning and pressing silently by himself. Finally, he pulled away abruptly, wiped off his sweat, faced the wall, and gasped for breath.

The ventilator is still working, causing Grandpa's chest to rise and fall weakly, and a straight line that no longer beats on the monitor indicates the cessation of life.

Everyone was quiet, there was no more shouting, no one running around, they surrounded the bed like stakes, from inside to outside the ward.

The first one to cry was Dean Zhu. He bowed his head and shoulders trembling unceasingly. He no longer cared about the image of his dean. After sobbing a few times, he whimpered, as if something was blocked in his throat. No one could hear what he was saying.

Then there are a few young nurses who have not received the favor of the old director. For them, Ding Zhixing is a person on the hospital's wall of honor, and only occasionally when Ding Zhixing returns to the hospital, he will pay a visit to the old hospital with curiosity. long demeanor.But watching life end in their hands, grief still overwhelms them.

Director Shen regained his strength a bit, went back to the bed, and buttoned Ding Zhixing's unbuttoned clothes one by one. After doing all this, he walked in front of Ding Muyan and said hoarsely, "I'm sorry."

On the contrary, Ding Muyan calmly acted as if nothing had happened, but the expression on his face was too dull.He hummed and stretched out his hand: "Thanks for your hard work."

Director Shen was stunned for a moment, then his eyes turned red, he took his hand, shook it firmly, then wiped his eyes, turned and left.

The sound of footsteps came from far and near, and then Ding Jianyu shouted with a trill: "Old Shen, how is my dad?"

Director Shen didn't know what he said, he didn't hear clearly, then Ding Jianyu appeared at the door, he first glanced blankly at the weeping Dean Zhu, then at Ding Muyan who was expressionless, and finally his eyes fell on On Ding Zhixing.

Ding's mother, who was following behind him, cried out first, and Ding Jianyu staggered to the bedside, calling out in a low voice: "Dad."

The person on the hospital bed closed his eyes tightly, as if he was just asleep, as if he would wake up if he called out.

But after all, I won't wake up again.

The medical staff exited the ward one by one, leaving time and space for their loved ones.

Ding Jianyu stayed for a while, then sat down on the edge of the bed, lay on his stomach, buried his face in his arms, and made a low and dull sound.

Ding Muyan watched everything happen silently, didn't speak or react, just stood aside silently.Xiao Jin looked at him worriedly.

After a long time, Ding Muyan finally said, "Take off the ventilator."

He didn't speak, no one did it, as long as the ventilator is still there is an illusion that the person is still alive.When the ventilator was pulled out, Ding Zhixing didn't show any signs of life anymore, and the cries in the ward became louder.

"Mom, you sit here." Ding Muyan helped Ding's mother to sit on a chair, "Mom and Dad, you can talk to grandpa for a while, and I will take care of other things. Dean Zhu, come here too Sit down, don't stand up."

Xiao Jin watched Ding Muyan settle the others, and frowned even tighter: "Mu Yan, are you okay?"

"I'm fine. I can't just sit around grandpa. Someone has to do things." Ding Muyan patted Xiao Jin as he spoke, as if comforting him in turn, "There are a lot of things to do, and it's a bit messy. I'll think about it."

"Sit down too." Xiao went in to Latin Muyan, but was thrown away by him.

"There are too many things to do, I'm sorry, I'm not familiar with it for the first time." Ding Muyan said lightly, "In the past, there were always some funeral people wandering around in the ward, why are they gone now?"

"Don't worry, you come here first!"

"That's right! You need to issue a death certificate first!" Ding Muyan patted his head, "Only after issuing a death certificate can we do other things. I'll do this first."

Ding Muyan left after speaking, Xiao Jin had no choice but to follow.

The two took the elevator downstairs, Xiao Jin kept staring at Ding Muyan not daring to relax, for fear that he would do something strange.

Ding Muyan stared at the floor on the panel, going down and down.

"I used to hear people say that doctors can't treat their relatives, especially us surgeons can't operate on relatives. I still don't believe it. I think it's a big deal. The number of patients I have seen is countless. They are all very strong, and it makes a big difference whether they are relatives or not. When they lie down on the operating table, they will not be operated on as usual. But now I believe it. When I signed the critical illness notice just now, my hands were trembling. It smashed people's brains." Ding Muyan smiled as he spoke, at first glance it was the same as usual, but the smile only reached the apple muscles, not the eyes.

"Yes." Xiao Jin frowned, his face was cold, his heart was beating wildly.

The elevator door opened, Ding Muyan walked out first, followed by Xiao Jin.

Walking to the hospital lobby, Ding Muyan suddenly stopped and looked around.

"Look at what?" Xiao Jin asked.

Ding Muyan didn't say a word, turned around and walked outside.

"Where are you going?" Xiao Jin grabbed him.

Ding Muyan stared at him blankly for a while: "I'm going to buy a shroud."

"Ah?" Xiao Jin couldn't keep up with his rhythm.

"Don't pull me, it's a bit late, it's not good if people close the door." Ding Muyan pushed him away.

"Aren't you going..." Xiao Jin rationally did not finish the rest of the sentence, and chased after him.

Ding Muyan Xu Xu said: "There is a shop selling shrouds outside the hospital. I often see them when I go to and from work. Sometimes I think their shrouds are pretty. I'll pick one. Do you think royal blue is good? I like it better." Royal blue, grandpa will definitely look good in it. My vision is very close to that of grandpa, if I like it, my grandpa will definitely like it."

Xiao Jin couldn't help but said: "Mu Yan, let's go back first. There is no rush for this kind of thing. I will find someone to do the whole thing in a while, so you don't need to run from house to house."

But Ding Muyan seemed to be unable to hear Xiao Jin's words at all, and walked forward without looking back.

But when he walked outside the hospital, he stopped again, as if he had no intention of going to the shroud shop again, staring straight at the busy street outside the hospital.

Xiao Jin didn't dare to ask any more questions, and carefully stayed by his side, for fear that he would fall headlong into the traffic.

Fortunately, Ding Muyan didn't do that, he just remained motionless like a rock standing on the edge of a cliff.

"When I was young, my parents were busy. I would come to the hospital to look for my grandfather when I had no place to go after class, so I was familiar with every inch of this place. At that time, there were not so many cars, and there were not so many shops on the roadside. It hasn't been covered yet." Ding Muyan pointed slyly, "Actually, grandpa doesn't have time to take care of me, I just wait for him in his office while doing my homework. I often wait until very late until grandpa gets off work. In order to reward me, he If there is no trouble, I will buy candied haws. You see, there are still people selling them, but the boss has changed long ago.”

Xiao Jin's heart was sore and tense, and he listened to him silently.

"He bought it for me secretly, and told me not to tell my parents." Ding Muyan smiled, "He is a great doctor who feeds me candied haws every day, and he is not afraid of my tooth decay. Isn't it funny?"

"Candied haws must be very sweet."

"I seem to remember it was very sour, but it was still delicious." Ding Muyan's smile suddenly disappeared, like a handful of fine sand being blown away by the wind, and disappeared in a blink of an eye, "I really want to eat again."

Ding Muyan loosened his legs and squatted on the ground. On the street with people coming and going, he just squatted on the ground disregarding his image.

"Mu Yan, don't be like this..."

Xiao went in to help him, but Ding Muyan fell down as if his bones had been pulled out.

"Mu Yan?"

"Grandpa is gone!" Ding Muyan raised his head abruptly, tears streaming down his face.

Tears are like a torrential flood, accumulating to a certain height, bursting the embankment in an instant, and the seemingly calm surface is already fragmented.Ding Muyan wailed, like a child who was robbed of candy, and didn't care how others looked at him.

He has never been so sad. He has a cold and introverted personality, thinking that he will not have too many emotional ups and downs in his life, even if there is a sad thing, it will only be a long sigh.But he miscalculated his feelings for his grandpa. When he clearly realized that his grandpa was gone and would never come back again, his emotions finally broke down.

He thought he was used to seeing life and death and could face death calmly, but he suddenly found that he couldn't.

He wanted to cry, at this moment, he just wanted to cry.

Xiao Jin was so distressed that he seemed to be torn in two and couldn't breathe. He hugged Ding Muyan tightly and patted him on the back: "Cry, it will be better if you cry."

So the two big men on the street hugged into a group and squatted under the tree. All the passers-by looked at them in amazement, but they seemed to have no one else.

Ding Muyan leaned on Xiao Jin's shoulder, crying sadly, crying heartily, without too many words.

Xiao Jin held Ding Muyan in his arms, at this moment, he knew that he would never let go of this person again in his life.