The boy next door came out

Yanhe, I am Hokuriku

The weather is cloudy on the ninth day of February 2019, 2

this world

miserable wind and rain

thorny journey

But at least I can meet you

I also feel happy

Hokuriku was hospitalized with a spontaneous pneumothorax.From the moment he stepped into the inpatient department on the 13th floor, he was clearly arranged by the assembly line operation.

The beautiful nurse at the nurse's station helped him handle various admission procedures, and he just followed her silently and mechanically followed her orders.

She was wearing a blue medical mask, because the broken hair on her forehead was messy and stuck to her forehead because she was busy, and she had no time to take care of it.Her mouth has not stopped since she saw Hokuriku, clicking like a machine gun, repeating many precautions.

"Nurse Xiaosun, you reminded me of the precautions for hospitalization, such as the use of the tea room, five minutes ago." Bei Lu had already noticed her job number plate when he first came into contact with her.

Sun Xinlu, a nice name.On the job number plate, she has straight bangs, she is still childish, and she is still a bit different from the cheeping image in front of her.

It's a little strange. In the past, Hokuriku rarely paid attention to others, because most of the time he felt that they had nothing to do with him.

But since he walked into this floor today, he actually felt that the air filled with all kinds of strange smells was very friendly.

Beilu wondered if this little nurse Sun had discussed the patient with Yanhe in the same way.

"Ah, is that right?! Hahaha" Sun Xinlu smiled embarrassedly, "Just remember it, and tell me if you need anything, don't be nervous."

"I'm not nervous." Hokuriku said lightly.

Beilu has always treated people and things like this since he was a child. It has nothing to do with him.

Yan He used to always laugh at him for living like a monk who was about to ascend to ascension.

Nurse Xiaosun had almost finished explaining, and after sending Yan He to the bed, she was ready to do other things.

When she walked to the door, she turned her head and asked, as if remembering something, "Who are you, our Doctor Xiaoyan?"

Just as Bei Lu was about to make the bed again, he grabbed the hand of the quilt and gave a pause, "The bell in the corridor outside is ringing." Bei Lu reminded her.

"Ah~" Sun Xinlu didn't wait for his answer, she went out quickly, looked up at the bell, and immediately walked in another direction.

Just now, Sun Xinlu looked at Beilu's figure as if it had swayed for a while, but he didn't see it clearly, thinking that he was too busy to dazzle.

Just after twelve o'clock at noon, Hokuriku had already changed into the hospital's unique blue vertical-striped hospital gown, and lay on the slightly yellowed white sheets that had been sterilized many times.

There was a lot of voices in the corridor, the sound of the treatment car rolling across the floor, the anxious voice of the nurse, and the voice of the call bell that was always roaring. The exit finally got into his somewhat deranged nerves.

"Beilu, the girl from the next class is here to bring you food again." Yanhe went to the restroom during class, but was grabbed by the class flower from the next class, and stuffed a large bag of food in her arms, very uncomfortable She kindly asked Yanhe to give it to Beilu by the way.

Hokuriku held the ideological and political education textbook in his slender and white hands, without even raising his head, "If you have the skills, why don't you learn how our great socialism went from utopia to science, from theory to practice."

Yan He took a pack of snacks and opened them to eat, "I'm not in such a leisurely mood. Ever since your golden Buddha shining with socialist light appeared in our school, no one has given me food."

Hokuriku flipped open a page with his index finger, turned to the next page, and leaned his back against Yanhe's pile of books.

The Naruto comic book that Yan He managed to stand upright fell down without any accident.

Yan He, who was sitting in the back row, was very playful, stretched out his right foot, and kicked Hokuriku from under the table.

"Yanhe!" Sure enough, Hokuriku's slumped face turned black in an instant, he turned his head angrily, and said through gritted teeth, "Your foot just stepped on the floor of the toilet..."

"Hahaha" Yan Hexiao leaned forward and backward, and even the metal buckle on the school uniform jacket made a crisp sound as he breathed heavily.

"Ai ai ai ai" It's a pity that Yan He didn't laugh enough, Xu Lai, who was sprayed with foam on his face by Yan He, hooked Yan He's head, pulled the collar of his school uniform from behind, covering him "Let you spray all over your mouth, and see if I don't choke you to death."

The two wrestled together, and all the noises in the classroom were frozen in his memory.

Even the sentence on the last page of the book catalog became a synapse in his mind.

Look back at the road you have traveled, compare the roads of others, and look at the road ahead.

Hokuriku's road before the age of 16 was mostly sad and not smooth.

But since meeting Yanhe at the age of 16, he seems to feel that his path has become much smoother.

A nap made Hokuriku groggy, the air in the ward was not circulating, and his nasal voice became more serious.

The patient in the next bed had already finished the operation, and the anesthesia had not yet passed, and a large group of family members surrounded the bed making noise.

The beeping sound of the monitor indicated that the patient was safe for the time being.

When Sun Xinlu came in to change the salt water, he persuaded a large group of family members to go back, leaving only one person to accompany the bed.

Seeing that Bei Lu was sleeping on the side of the bed next door with his back turned, she walked over and pulled up the curtain in the middle.

Seeing that he was half asleep and half awake, showing half a lazy face, he simply woke him up.

"Don't walk around later, the doctor from the team will come to you to sign." She also tucked the quilt up for him considerately.

"Hmm." Hokuriku's thick nasal voice was mixed with his characteristic low and deep voice, which almost made Sun Xinlu's heart beat half a beat.

Hokuriku was still debating whether to continue lying down or get up and move around. He went to the hospital to inhale oxygen and took another sleep. His mental state was much better than in the morning. The symptoms of chest pain were not relieved for the time being, but his breathing became smoother. many.

Just as he was hesitating, the door of the ward opened, and a young male doctor walked over with a smile. Bei Lu pulled the bed rail with his right hand and sat up with his strength, and nodded to him.

"Are you okay, Mr. Hokuriku, bed 23, I'm Xiao Cheng, an intern." He was wearing a pair of thick black-rimmed glasses that didn't match his age.

"It's okay." Hokuriku curled up his legs under the quilt and propped them on the bed, put the palm of his right hand on the back of his left hand, and put it on his raised knee.

"Here are several informed consent forms that you need to sign. The main ones are the risks of surgery and anesthesia. You need to carefully understand them before surgery, but you don't have to worry too much. From the X-rays, the problem is not serious. Don't worry about it. Too nervous." As he spoke, Dr. Cheng opened the blue medical record card under his armpit and handed it to Bei Lu.

Bei Lu took the medical record card with one hand and pressed the automatic pen with the other, "I'm not nervous."

During the day, two people told him not to be nervous in front of him, but he was really not nervous. Maybe his current role is a patient, and they would think it was self-comfort.

The really tense thing for him this day was the moment when he pushed the door open and saw Yanhe eight years later.

But at that time, no one told him not to be nervous, he could only lick his wounds that he couldn't show to others like a lonely beast.

Hokuriku glanced at the content roughly, and it was nothing more than putting the most serious situation on the table. After all, there is nothing in this world that is [-]% infallible.

It was as if his life had deviated without any warning, and it was so outrageous.

From Hokuriku's point of view, everyone's affairs can only be related to yes or no. Who cares about probability after it happens, probability is only for ordinary people to see.

After signing, Beilu put the pen in the medical record card and returned it to Dr. Cheng.

"You have to thank our Dr. Yanhe very much." Dr. Cheng put the pen back into the pocket of his white coat and said casually.

When Beilu heard Yanhe's name from his mouth, his body, which was about to lie down, sat up straight again and listened attentively.

"Originally there were no beds, but Dr. Yanhe asked our senior brother, who was given up by our team, and it is usually difficult to hire our director for a small problem like yours. He spent a lot of money Kung fu, I have arranged you for the director's first operation tomorrow."

It seemed that Bei Lu could no longer hear what Doctor Xiao Cheng said. He held on to the right hand that was holding the bed rail tightly, and even the bones and joints were white.

He didn't know what to do, and a sense of powerlessness swept over him. He had always had a thread in his hand to control his own life, but now he didn't know how to control it.

He thought that eight years was enough time, long enough to make some things undocumented, and the sea could turn into mulberry fields, why did the word Yanhe rot in his heart, and he couldn't figure it out no matter how hard he tried , On the contrary, it grew tentacles, which wandered to his limbs.

Yan He's sudden concern is like a morphine drug, which can calm down, relieve pain, and suppress breathing. The most important thing is that long-term use will become addictive. Once you stop touching it again, you can only resign yourself to fate. this.

Beilu didn't know how to answer Dr. Cheng, he just let go and lay down, his cough seemed to get worse, he crawled into bed to hold his breath, bit his bloodless lower lip with his upper teeth, and coughed slowly.

Dr. Cheng was trembling when he saw him coughing while wrapped in a quilt, so he only told him not to cough vigorously, so as not to add more air into the pleural cavity.

Dr. Xiao Cheng felt that his reaction was a bit strange. If a normal patient heard that the doctor was so dedicated, they would be very grateful. How could he be so expressionless.

When he passed the nurse station, he saw Sun Xinlu and grabbed her, "Pay attention to the patient in bed 23, why do I feel that he is not in the right mood?"

"What's wrong?" Sun Xinlu slapped off the hand holding her arm, "I think you are the most abnormal."

Then she left without looking back. Sun Xinlu had basically fallen into the handsome facial features of Hokuriku. It was rare to admit such a pleasing patient all year round, and she only cared about staring at her.

Yan He managed to deal with the problems of outpatients. As soon as he got out of the elevator, he walked quickly to the doctor's office, as if there was wind under his feet.The white coat looked like a windbreaker, and the collar of a light blue shirt inside was a little crooked, but it matched the smirk on his lips just right.

When Yan He was serious, he looked upright, his facial features were sharp and angular, and his obsidian-like eyes seemed to be able to see into the hearts of others. The years of extra physical training at the Military Basic Medical College left him with nothing superfluous. All clothes have Yanhe's unique temperament - rough, strong and elegant, even the dark skin tone is just right.

But once he opened his mouth to speak, he would reveal his indecency all the time. His slightly thick upper lip and lower lip could open and close to express words, which made all the nurses in the cardiothoracic surgery happy, and rushed to follow him. He teamed up.

He had just stepped into the door of the office with his front foot, and before his back foot was confiscated, his buttocks had already touched the pulley seat at the door, and he slid to his desk with a swipe.He quickly turned on the computer, called up Hokuriku's medical record, and checked it carefully.

Yan He was still aggrieved in his heart, but what exactly did he hate?He didn't understand it for eight years.He just wanted to rub him flat and round him and kick him in his pocket, that's the only way to be safe.

Otherwise one day he will have long legs again and walk away without saying a word.

In the first two years, Yan He was indeed angry with him, angry at him for leaving without saying goodbye, and even more angry at him for not keeping his promise.

He tricked him into coming to the Military Basic Medical College to suffer, but he didn't know where to hide in a corner to enjoy himself.

In the next few years, he slowly figured it out, maybe Hokuriku had his own way to go, why did he have to be tied to him.

But there was hatred in his heart for no reason.

Seeing Bei Lu's sickly, weak and uncontrollable death, he didn't feel any better.If Beilu returned to his hometown with fresh clothes and angry horses, he would have a reason to hate him.

He appeared in front of him with a masochistic appearance, and he couldn't even curse, let alone the thought of whipping him to death hundreds of times in his heart.

Yan He also had a headache, I don't know if it was the sequelae of the night shift for the past two years, anyway, whenever the word Beilu popped up in his mind, he got a headache.

This kind of pain, painkillers can't cure it.It’s like the extra things growing in the brain, subtly invading other surrounding brain tissues, the surgery is not clean, and uprooting basically hurts both sides, it may be ineffective if it is not serious, but it will stimulate it to grow exponentially.

So Yanhe didn't even mention the word Beilu later.