you are my lungs

Just after the Spring Festival, the whole city is busy on the seventh day of the first lunar month.

The campus of the Polytechnic University is still silent, after all, the winter vacation is not over yet.

He Qi was walking in the school, and suddenly felt unprecedentedly light all over, as if something was missing.why?Because his mentor went abroad to study, he got a period of leisure?Or is it because he just lost his father?

How do you think the reason should be both.

He sent his mother away eight months ago. At that time, he cried a lot. After all, his mother is his only emotional sustenance and support.

Now that his father is gone again, he doesn't feel sad at all.

Tomorrow the college will hold a memorial service for his father, and he just went to confirm the process with a few teachers, and then he has to go to the bank to transfer the deposit under his father's name.

The weather in February fluctuates between hot and cold. Yesterday it snowed, and today is the time when the snow melts. The air is so cold that it penetrates layers of clothing, making people shiver.

He Qi couldn't help coughing twice, even the lung tubes in his chest were snoring.

He was a little irritable. He had a cold in autumn, and it never got better after that. Sometimes he couldn't stop coughing, and sometimes he coughed sporadically.

He took different cold medicines, but none of them worked.At the beginning, the inflammation was only in the throat and trachea, but now it seems to have entered the lungs.The whole person was implicated, and his appetite became worse and worse.

When I'm done with this work, I'll go to the hospital to have a look.

After exiting the Polytechnic University, turn left, and He Qi entered the next ICBC.

The air conditioner in the bank lobby was turned on so full that the warm wind hit him in the face as soon as he opened the door.

There was a restlessness in the chest, as if a cloud of turbid liquid was bubbling upwards, and He Qi was short of oxygen for a while, covering his mouth and coughing.

This coughing can't stop no matter what, the lungs are in constant commotion, and every time I breathe, it will bring up a coughing, and if I don't cough, I can't breathe at all.

He Qi coughed until his face flushed, he went to get a number while coughing, and then found a seat and sat down.

The coughing still couldn't stop, so severe that he was about to retch.

There were quite a lot of people in the bank, and people nearby turned their heads to look at him when they heard his painful coughing.

He Qi hurriedly covered his mouth and tried his best to breathe through his nose, finally stopping his cough.

A salesman thoughtfully brought over a glass of water, He Qi took the paper cup and said thanks, and brought the glass of warm water to his lips to drink.

As a result, before he swallowed a sip of water, there was another clamor in his lungs, and the cough rushed up, forcing him to spit out the saliva.

The water was splashed on the ground, and the splashing sound was very clear. The people sitting in the front row trembled, how panicked, he had sprayed water on them.

He was extremely ashamed, and was about to get up to apologize to everyone one by one, but he couldn't stop coughing, and he coughed again and again, so that he fell down on the chair and couldn't breathe.

The few people in the front row who were sprayed just now probably knew that this person was not feeling well, so they didn't look back at him.

He Qi silently thanked them in his heart, bowed his head and continued to fight against the cough.

At this time, a man with thin-framed eyes in the front row turned his head to look at him, He Qi felt guilty, and couldn't help but buried his head deeper, accompanied by a more violent cough.

The man in the front row stood up, went around a row of chairs and walked to him, patted his arm: "Take off your coat."

He Qi raised his head in embarrassment, thinking he had heard wrong.

The man said again: "Take off your coat...Your lungs are uncomfortable, the air conditioner here is too hot, you should take off your coat and you will feel better."

He Qi dubiously took off his down jacket, and the coughing stopped immediately.

He sat still and took a few breaths, then got up and thanked the man.

The man pressed his hand slightly to signal He Qi to sit down, and then said to him: "Your cough is not very good, go to the community hospital to take a picture as soon as possible."

He Qi wanted to thank him again, but was interrupted by a clear "Dad".

A little girl stood on a chair in the front row, holding a ticket and waving at the man: "Daddy, call us, call us!"

The man reached out and hugged the little girl: "Okay." While walking towards the counter, he turned around and told He Qi: "Remember to take a film."

Before he could thank you, the man had already walked away with his daughter in his arms.

Looking at his back, He Qi suddenly felt that this person was very familiar.It's not the kind of familiarity that you have met once, but the familiarity that you have been with day and night.

The next day was the memorial service for He Qi's father.

There were a lot of teachers from our school, teachers from other schools, my father's former students, and current students, who I knew and didn't know.He Qi cheered up to respond to the "sorrow" sentence after sentence.

The dean's speech and the vice-president's speech, remembering his father, an academic leader, who passed away too early. He has been teaching and educating people diligently for many years, and the students he brought out are the pillars of the industry.

He Qi lowered his eyes and listened, and couldn't help coughing. In the quiet venue, he could hear his coughing desperately suppressed every few minutes.

After the speech session ended, many people came over and told him to pay attention to his health.

He Qi covered his mouth and coughed, and finished his thanks one by one.

It was already eight o'clock in the evening when it was all over, two young teachers in the college took He Qi to his downstairs by taxi, and they said all the comforting words along the way.

Should I shed tears like an ordinary son?It's better to tell them the truth: I feel fine in my heart, not particularly uncomfortable.

The next day He Qi was woken up by his own cough.

He had a messy dream, in which his father sat across from him, knocking on the table and scolding him for not doing well enough.He Qi plucked up the courage to say: "I don't want to do it. I don't want to do it anymore." His father's eyes froze and he asked him: "Then what do you want to do?"

……How would I know.

I don't know what I want to do.What I do has always been prescribed by you.

In the dream, He Qi started to cough, and the cough became more and more intense, and the cloudy liquid in his lungs was about to be coughed up.

He Qi wanted to cough up the lump, so he simply smashed the jar, let himself cough desperately, and finally woke up suddenly.

He looked at the time, it was seven o'clock, and it was just right to get up and go to the school hospital now.

The doctor in the internal medicine department of the school hospital gave him a chest X-ray directly.

When the film came out, the doctor looked at it and said, "You, it should be tuberculosis. Go to the first floor and turn right. Show this film to the infectious disease doctor and ask her to give you an injection of tuberculosis."

He Qi didn't realize the seriousness of the matter at all, went downstairs and knocked on the door of the infectious disease department, gave the doctor the film, and asked him to give him an injection.

The doctor in the Department of Infectious Diseases, surnamed Su, saw that he was a suspected tuberculosis patient, so he took out a mask and put it on.

He Qi was still waiting for her to prescribe medicine for himself, but saw her staring at the computer screen and asking himself: "He Qi, right? Still a student?"

He Qi replied: "Yes, a doctoral student in the School of Automation."

"Your tuberculosis is very likely." Dr. Su turned his head and looked at him. "Don't touch the injection on your arm when you go back. Don't touch it if it's red and swollen. Come back and show me tomorrow. If it's tuberculosis, This disease is an infectious disease, according to regulations, you have to suspend school, so as not to infect other students, right, after all, the school is too densely populated..."

He Qi was dumbfounded when he heard this.When did I get an infectious disease...why do I have to suspend my studies...

The place where the injection was given on the arm started to bulge with a small bag, which was similar to the reaction of the skin test before the infusion.

That night, the small bag turned into a small pimple the size of a coin, which stings and itches.

He Qi stayed at home to pack up his father's belongings, never daring to touch it.

When I got up the next morning, I saw that it had become the size of an egg, and it was so red and swollen that it was scary.

Go show it to Dr. Su, and Dr. Su can confirm it this time: "Tuberculosis. You can't help it. Take medicine. You have to take medicine for at least one year, and at least half a year off from school."

He Qi wanted to say something more, but couldn't help coughing twice, but was interrupted by Dr. Su: "Pulmonary tuberculosis is treated on a fixed-point basis. I can't prescribe medicine for you here. You must be transferred to a geriatric hospital. It’s all set there.”

The elderly hospital is an hour and a half away from the Polytechnic University, and there is no subway, so you can only go there by bus.

After getting out of the car and taking a look, He Qi understood that this is a real suburb, with no villages or shops in front of it. Except for this hospital, there are nurseries all around, and there is not even a supermarket.

No wonder tuberculosis should be fixed here.

The courtyard of the hospital is quite spacious, surrounded by mountains and rivers, like a nursing home. The tuberculosis outpatient clinic is a separate two-story building, which is on the left hand side of the entrance.

He Qi went in to apply for a medical card, registered the number, and entered the consultation room according to the direction indicated by the nurse. There were two doctors, one was prescribing medicine for the patient, and the other was empty.

He Qi sat down in front of this person, put down the registration slip and said "Hello".

The doctor turned to look at him, and suddenly smiled: "Yo, it's you...We met last Thursday."

He Qi didn't react for a while, the doctor took off the thick mask, took the glasses and put it on again: "It's at the bank, remember?"

He Qi was startled, this was the person who reminded him to see a doctor as soon as possible at the bank that day.It was also the person he felt inexplicably familiar with.