you are my lungs

On June 6th, it was time for He Qi's follow-up visit.

While eating breakfast, Qin Baichuan said: "How about you give me the medical card, and I'll prescribe the medicine and bring it back for you, so you don't have to run back and forth."

He Qi originally wanted to agree, but after thinking about it, he felt that it was inappropriate: "I still have to do a test, once there is a problem with liver function and kidney function."

Qin Baichuan wanted to talk about the test, you can do it at the community hospital, but then he thought, he won't be back from work tonight, so why go for a follow-up visit, the two of them can see each other again today, so he won't say anything more.

At 7:50, they arrived at the hospital together. Qin Baichuan went to the consulting room to change clothes, but He Qi went to register.

When the clinic opened at 8 o'clock, He Qi came in first, glanced at Qin Baichuan, put the registration slip on Zhang Da's desk, and said "Hello, Doctor Zhang".

Zhang Da looked at Qin Baichuan gleefully, Qin Baichuan smiled ashamedly and pretended he couldn't lift his head.

Now they are old classmates who fell out because of the introduction of the object, so they have to keep acting well, and they can't show their secrets in front of Zhang Da.

In the afternoon, He Qi took the chest X-ray and test results, and went to the consulting room to see that Zhang Da was not there, and Qin Baichuan was prescribing medicine for another patient.

He Qi sat next to Zhang Da's table and asked, "Doctor Qin, do you know where Doctor Zhang has gone?"

Qin Baichuan glanced at him, and replied: "A few children with fever came, Doctor Zhang helped to screen them, just wait for a while, he will be back in 10 minutes."

He Qi said: "Okay." Then he lowered his head to look at his laboratory test sheet, trying to find out one item that exceeded the standard.

Fortunately, I'm wearing a mask now, what a thought, otherwise Qin Baichuan would have seen my idiotic smile.

Qin Baichuan's patient left, and no one else came in for the time being. He stood up with a cup in his hand, and wandered to the water dispenser to get water.

He didn't turn around when the water was full, but turned his back to He Qi and asked, "Are you doing anything tonight?"

He Qi didn't make a sound, and after a while he said, "Yes, I miss you."

Qin Baichuan's cup had just been brought to his mouth, and he almost spit out when he heard these words.

He Qi was a little satisfied when he heard his choking cough—it can’t be helped, Qin Baichuan is too fond of making jokes, seeing that tricks and tricks don’t work at all, so he can only act first.

Zhang Da came back a few minutes later, and when he entered the room, the two were sitting there, ignoring each other.

Zhang Da's sense of mission was overwhelming in an instant, and he hurried to save the scene: "Oh, Dr. He, have you waited for a long time?"

He Qi looked at him and shook his head: "No, thanks for your hard work, Doctor Zhang."

Zhang Da passed by Qin Baichuan's side, and snorted gloatingly again, Qin Baichuan turned around, pretended to look through the files in the cabinet, his shoulders were shaking with suppressed laughter.

Zhang Da watched He Qi's X-rays, and took out the previous X-rays to look at. He said he was recovering well, but there was still a little tuberculosis in his right lung, and he had to continue taking medicine, which could not be stopped.

He Qi nodded: "I listen to you."

Qin Baichuan thought about what he said in the future and told Zhang Da all these words, and felt a little regretful while holding his forehead.

He Qi took the prescription, thanked Zhang Da, and went straight out without going to see Qin Baichuan.

Qin Baichuan only saw his eyes crooked with a smile.

After leaving the hospital, He Qi took the bus back home, put down the medicine, took the evening medicine, and went out again.

In June, it is already summer.Now is the most comfortable period of time in the whole summer, the warm wind hits people in the evening, and you won't sweat all over.

The Polytechnic University is not far from his home, so He Qi arrived at a hotel near the school within a short walk.

His mentor has returned from abroad, and tonight is the reception banquet for the teacher.

He Qi's mentor is Yue Yongzhi, who has just turned 50 this year. As a professor, he has reached the maturity of his career.Today, only the students in the school came, and they got together and sat at a large table.

Except for a post-doctoral fellow, He Qi is the oldest.It's a pity that his senior brother didn't live up to expectations, he didn't say anything about Yanbi, and he took a break from school and disappeared for half a year. Many people were a little surprised to see him, maybe they thought he wouldn't come.

This meal was arranged by two graduate student juniors. He Qi came so early, and he was unwilling to talk too much, silently lowering his sense of existence.

When all the people came, it was time to take a seat. Yue Yongzhi asked, "Why? How!"

After He Qicai explained to the waiter at the door, he sat next to Yue Yongzhi.

Yue Yongzhi held the cup and said a few words, a table of people stood up and clinked glasses, and after sitting down, they respected Yue Yongzhi one by one.

Why wait for the postdoctoral fellow to pay respects, and he will pay respects.Yue Yongzhi asked him how his health was, and He Qi felt ashamed and said, "Thank you for your concern, you are recovering pretty well."

Yue Yongzhi nodded: "If there is no problem, come back to school as soon as possible, and revise the thesis carefully. You must pass the defense in December."

It can only be said that there is no room for negotiation on this matter.

After all, I haven't seen each other for half a year. A group of students, Mr. Yue and Mr. Chang Yue, briefly inquired about the situation abroad, and then began to report the progress of the project, the progress of the thesis, and the status of job hunting.

After He Qiyan graduated, his parents were seriously ill. After all, Yue Yongzhi was his father's student, so he no longer asked He Qi to do so much work for the projects.

Now he has been in hiding for half a year, and the project has nothing to do with him at all. The paper is a mess and he hasn't touched it for half a year, so he has nothing to report. Going back, tossing and turning for nearly two hours, I finally finished the meal.

After the show ended, he sent his tutor home. Fortunately, Yue Yongzhi's house was not far away, so He Qi took the two bouquets of flowers bought by his junior and senior sisters and sent the teacher to the gate of the community.

Yue Yongzhi didn't say much all the way, and only after parting did he ask He Qi: "The paper must be corrected as soon as possible."

He Qi nodded, and Yue Yongzhi mentioned He Qi's father again: "When Teacher He passed away, I was abroad, and I couldn't give him a ride. Take me to see him some other day."

He Qi said yes, and handed the flowers to Yue Yongzhi: "You have worked hard, go to bed early."

Back home, He Qi turned on the computer and clicked on the folder of his graduation thesis. There were countless versions that had been written and revised lying in it, and the anxiety that had accumulated during countless nights of staying up all night rushed towards him again.

His father studied control theory, and from the beginning he wanted He Qi to follow this path, but He Qi didn't have the talent, so he could only engage in control engineering.

As a result, he was exhausted on the road of engineering. He worked with his mentor for three years on network control and image tracking, and wrote his graduation thesis on network control.

It is hopeless to make a technological breakthrough. All he can do is to summarize various details in the application of technology and continuously optimize the process of existing technology.

In his father's eyes, these tasks are all useless work buried in the minutiae, and He Qi also knows that he may not be able to reach his father's height in this life.

When he was in high school, his father showed him his own research results. To be honest, He Qi didn't think much about it at that time, he just thought that he would be able to make something like this if he inherited his father's work.

It's a pity that the process of practice is a process of constant slaps in the face. He Qi's confidence has been worn down, and he is still unwilling to give up. It was not until he was finalizing his master's thesis and looking at what he had written that he finally admitted that he did his best. I can't be like my father anymore.

It is impossible to make achievements in theory, and it is impossible to pick up the shining stars in the sky.

In this case, what's the point of continuing to learn?

Why can't I think of an answer to this question? It doesn't make sense to continue to do scientific research, and it doesn't seem to make sense to go to work or be a technical porter.

Anyway, his father asked him to move forward, so let's move forward with eyes closed.

Now, in a blink of an eye, He Qi looked at the mess of his graduation thesis, and suddenly remembered what Professor Hu said on the day of the court session.

If you try other ways when you are young, you may have a more interesting life in this life.

In the past six months, He Qi has tried a few ways, taking private jobs everywhere counts as one, helping others with lawsuits counts as one, falling in love with Qin Baichuan... should also count as one.

He turned on his phone and sent a WeChat message to Qin Baichuan: Are you free?

Qin Baichuan replied in seconds: I'm free.

He Qi asked him: How did you think of studying medicine in the first place?

Qin Baichuan: Report it casually.

He Qi: ...

Qin Baichuan sent a series of hahahahahaha, and said: I really just applied casually. I didn’t think too much about it. I just thought that design and architecture seemed good. Applying for one, and being a doctor seemed good. Applying for one, finance seems to be quite profitable. Report one.Then the building was not taken, so I went to study medicine.

He Qi: So casual?Aren't you afraid of regretting yourself?

Qin Baichuan paused for a moment before replying: I really haven't regretted it, I found that I am quite suitable for studying medicine, and I have a special sense of accomplishment after starting work.

He Qi thought about it, treating diseases and saving lives is indeed quite fulfilling.

Qin Baichuan added: Besides, thanks to my study of medicine, I stayed in the tuberculosis clinic after my rotation, otherwise where would I meet you?

He Qi: ...that's true.

The lower you set your goals, the easier it will be to be happy.What's more, they are already lucky enough, the lost health can be recovered, and the missed people can meet again.

How did he not sleep that night, he found a notebook and began to write his thoughts.

At the beginning, I only wrote about the thesis, and then I wrote about my scientific research experience in the past few years. I wrote and wrote about what my parents said to him when I was a child, the most memorable things for him, and Qin Baichuan. It's junior high school.

"Start writing" is very important, only when you start writing can those buried memories resurface.

It's about who I am and how I want to live.

He Qi wrote for a long time, and his fingers began to lose control, and the words were crooked.The sky outside the window was gradually brightening, and he had just written half of the words in his heart.

It is difficult to give up the goal that you have pursued for more than ten years, it is tantamount to cramp.But what do you think, when I finish writing this, I will probably be able to give up.

When Qin Baichuan came back from get off work at night, he was not at home.

Called to ask, He Qi said: "I'm sorry, I went to school in the afternoon, and it's too late to cook, come down and let's find a place to eat."

Qin Baichuan went downstairs, met He Qi outside the community, found him very happy, and asked him what good business he had.

He Qi said, "I dropped out of school."

Qin Baichuan couldn't believe it: "Really? Don't be impulsive, my college bully."

He Qi shook his head: "It's not impulsive, it's the result of rational analysis."

Qin Baichuan patted his forehead: "I said, why did you suddenly come to me to talk about your life last night... Then what are your plans next? Looking for a job?"

He Qi said: "Almost, I want to let myself go first."

Qin Baichuan blinked.

He Qi knocked on him: "It's not what you think."

Let yourself go... He Qi sometimes uses this word to refer to that thing.

After dinner, the two strolled home.

After entering the door and sitting on the sofa, Qin Baichuan suddenly remembered something and asked He Qi to show him the film taken at the follow-up visit yesterday.

He Qi found it out and handed it to him. Qin Baichuan looked at the light, and there was really only a little bit of tuberculosis left. The original tuberculosis had already calcified into old tuberculosis, just like a scar after a trauma has healed, it will stay on the He Qi in the body for a lifetime.

He Qi also leaned over to take a look: "No big problem, right?"

Qin Baichuan nodded: "The medicine cannot be stopped."

He Qi: "...Okay."

Qin Baichuan asked again: "You haven't taken the medicine for tonight, have you? Go and take it."

He Qi reached out to take the medicine box on the coffee table, counted enough pills, poured them out, and put a handful into his mouth.

Qin Baichuan wasn't afraid that he would get stuck, people who took medicine every day could develop this ability.

He Qi drank a glass of warm water before asking Qin Baichuan: "How do you see the tuberculosis on the film? Why can't I see anything?"

Qin Baichuan held the film up to the light again and pointed it out to him: "On your right lung, some of these whitish spots are connected together, see?"

He Qi puts on his glasses and looks carefully, and only sees a little gray spots that are slightly lighter than black, looming on the black film.

"It's too hard to find... You can tell it at a glance, I'm convinced..." He Qi frowned, and pointed to the white textures on the film, "Then what about these? What are these whiter ones?"

"That's the artery, connected to your heart." Qin Baichuan poked He Qi's heart, "It's right here."

He Qi became more curious: "What do doctors think when they see other people? Do they involuntarily wonder what this person's internal organs look like?"

Qin Baichuan laughed angrily, pinched He Qi's chin and kissed him: "Do you think so?"