The boy next door came out

Yanhe, I am Hokuriku

February 2019, 2 Valentine's Day is cloudy

I seem to have a long, long dream

Very real

but can't break free

The world in the dream is bright and white

no sun

There is only your bright smile like a summer flower

Yan He didn't know what he was panicking about. For a less serious situation like spontaneous pneumothorax, he only needed to put a chest tube under local anesthesia and perform closed chest drainage, and he would recover on his own in about a week.With his professionalism, he used to be able to do several such small operations in a day.

But when it came to Beilu, he hesitated, and even licked his face and called Director Zhou for help.Director Zhou scolded him severely. He couldn't handle this kind of minor operation by himself, so he packed up and left as soon as possible.

But Yanhe has always had a thicker skin than the city wall, even if he blushed, it would take half an hour to show up.

Director Zhou couldn't bear his stalking, and in the end he reluctantly agreed to him because of his affection.Who made this kid smart and likable.

Just treat it as a betrayal of his favor, and call him to work overtime in the future, and he has no reason to refuse to charge forward.

Bei Lu was drowsy and didn't sleep much last night. The patient in the next bed had passed anesthesia in the middle of the night and was tossing and turning in pain. The legs of the hospital bed made creaking noises on the ground following his movements.

Against the backdrop of the safety-conscious green ground lights, the whole night looked icy and cool.

Hokuriku's sleep is light, and a little movement is basically a sleepless night.

He simply put on some clothes and got up. The family member in the next bed was a naive middle-aged woman, she was very embarrassed to see him and kept saying that it disturbed his sleep.

Hokuriku said softly, "It's okay." He opened the door and walked out.

The ward at night was not as noisy as during the day. The electronic clock hanging on the top of the corridor pointed to 03:30 in the morning, and the red light was particularly bright in the dim corridor.

The nurse on duty was wrapped in a black down jacket and lying on the nurse's station, with the nurse's cap on her head tilted to one side.

Hokuriku walked past the nurse's station lightly, and there was a department introduction on the wall directly in front of the nurse's station.

Yan He's middle school photo with a cut head was pasted on the first row in the fourth row—the attending physician. The small words below it summed up Yan He's schooling experience in just a few words, and Yan He's excellence was evident between the lines.

Bei Lu was staring at the photo with a blue background. In the photo, Yan He's eyes were bright, his mouth was raised to reveal a standard and serious smile, his nose was as straight as a peak, his strong jaw line and slightly raised chin outlined his heroic spirit, very pressing.

The corner of Beilu's mouth smiled subconsciously, and before the smile could fully diffuse into his eyes, it was abruptly interrupted by the person behind him.

The trace of joy that rises from the bottom of my heart is fleeting, and I can't grasp it even if I want to.

"How can you be a fairy if you don't sleep in the middle of the night!?" Yan He changed the night with his colleagues in the same group today, so that he can rest for a few more days.

He was most annoyed by night shifts, and had to come out to round the wards when he was sleepiest at night, especially for patients undergoing surgery, where accidents happened the most in the second half of the night.

As soon as he went to the nurse's station to check the post-operative patient card marked in red today, he saw Bei Lu standing here like a sculpture, and he didn't know what he was looking at so engrossed.

Deeper, the air conditioner in the hospital's central heating has to be repaired for many years, and the cold air in the corridor is already heavy. Seeing that the fire is rising up in Beilu, Yan He speaks with a tone of fire.

Bei Lu turned around slowly and stared at him blankly. Yan He looked as if he lacked sleep, and he was wearing a white coat casually with the collar turned outside.

"Go to bed now, Doctor Xiaoyan." Bei Lu raised his foot and slowly passed Yan He.

Seeing that he still had the same expression on his face, Yan He really wanted to crack open his skull and see how many times the neural circuits in his brain had gone round.

"You still owe me an explanation, Beilu." Yan He gritted his teeth a little bit. He has always had nothing to do with Beilu. Take the initiative to say.

Hokuriku's already stepped foot was still stunned for a moment before landing, as if there was a huge resistance in the air, he tried his best to get himself back on his feet.

With his slightly hunched back facing Yanhe, Beilu's face was full of loneliness, and even the voice that wafted into Yanhe's ears was chilling to his heart.

"There's nothing to explain." Hokuriku clenched his hands hidden in his sleeves into fists, and his thumbs desperately pressed on the middle knuckles.

The air that accidentally entered the pleural cavity stimulated Hokuriku's internal organs, and he coughed violently.

Yanhe was so angry by Hokuriku that he wanted to explode on the spot, but he didn't expect the person in front of him to cough like a sieve, so he hurried forward to pat him on the back.

Feeling the warmth coming from behind, Bei Lu covered his chest with his right hand and leaned forward. He strode forward and entered the ward as if fleeing.

In the corridor, there were only Yanhe who looked like he wanted to go crazy, and the little nurse who was confused when he heard the movement.

She looked up and saw Doctor Xiaoyan looking like he was going to eat people. It was rumored that doctors who work at night tend to be irritable in the middle of the night.

Sure enough, it is true.She slandered inwardly.

She hurriedly copied all the patients after today's operation to Doctor Xiaoyan, for fear that he would be angry.

Bei Lu hid behind the door of the ward, watched Yan He's leaving figure through the glass reserved on the door, sighed heavily, and walked towards the bed.

Dawn gradually dawned, and the whole ward returned to the hustle and bustle of yesterday.

Hokuriku, who was finally a little sleepy, was woken up by the nurse in charge of the bed.

"23-bed Hokuriku" Today, the little nurse repeatedly checked Hokuriku's identity information and kept telling him a lot of precautions.

No matter how big or small, no matter what.

Seeing that she was full of vigor, Bei Lu didn't interrupt her work, but just closed her eyes slightly and held her breath.

Yan He's clear and transparent voice was accurately separated from the noise.

Bei Lu suddenly seemed to have regained his energy. He opened his squinted eyes slightly and followed the sound, but it was a pity that no one was walking back and forth outside the glass.

"Today, the 12th bed will be discharged from the hospital. I have already prescribed all the medicines that should be taken out of the hospital, and you will explain clearly to the family members later." Yan He sorted out all the information about the transfer of beds today, and all the medicines that should be discharged have already been prescribed. The doctor's order is being explained at the nurse's station.

Hokuriku was wheeled into the operating room.

The shadowless lamp on his head hit his chest, and everyone around him was wearing the same light blue surgical gown, the same medical mask, and the same smell of disinfectant.

Bei Lu thought to himself that he would be able to recognize Yan He wearing such clothes.

Just like that, he fell asleep with a slight smile in his eyes.

The nurse standing next to his head saw that he didn't respond, so he took off the mask for inhaling laughing gas, and all the surgical staff began to prepare.

At this time, the door of the operating room opened automatically from the outside with a "beep". Yan He changed into his surgical gown and walked in. He glanced at Bei Lu on the operating bed.

"Hey! Isn't this our handsome Doctor Xiaoyan? Why are you a model worker today?" An older nurse joked while arranging the surgical supplies.

"I think you've become more beautiful recently, you're so nice when you praise me?" Yan He responded to her with a smile.

"Hahaha, you are the poorest."

"You little bastard called me. I thought it was some angel who made you go through so much effort?" The director put on his gloves and turned around to ask the person behind to post the straps of the surgical gown. "Why did you come here in person, don't you believe me!?"

"Hey, Director, please don't hurt me, you are the movable type signboard of our department." Yan He walked to the monitor to look at the data while talking.

"I'm just off work. I'm alone and have nothing to do. Come and observe. This is also an opportunity to learn and improve."

"Still alone? There are so many girls looking for you in Shangchaozi that you haven't picked them yet? Hehehe."

"Isn't this as beautiful as you?" Yanhe stood on the other side of Beilu. Now Beilu's whole body was covered by the surgical drape, only a piece of skin under the collarbone was exposed, which had been sterilized, brown iodine Volt disinfectant stained his white skin yellow.

The unaffected collarbone was white and shiny, fluctuating gently with his breathing, like a white feather being blown by the breeze, trembling slightly, tickling Yan He's heart, making all the pores of his body open opened.

He looks away.

The director found the right position and took the scalpel with ease, and cut a cut on Hokuriku's skin. Yanhe had done this action many times, and it was the first time that he felt that the knife was scratching his own skin.

It turns out that this is empathy, like a glow in my heart.

"Who is he?" The director didn't stop talking, and a tube as thick as an index finger was put into Hokuriku's body after a while.

"A friend." Yan He stopped talking and smiled.

The most important person in your life!

It was so important that when Hokuriku left without making a sound, Yanhe felt that the world was lifeless.

"Then this friend is not light, you have worried a lot. Hahahaha"

Hokuriku seemed to have had a long, long dream.

There seemed to be a sealed wall around him, and the clear and crisp sounds from the instruments in the operating room were infinitely amplified inside, and the echoes produced were also mixed in it. He was unable to open his eyes, let alone move to escape.

His deceased mother, father whom he had never seen several times, and deceased grandfather were all surrounding him, whispering to him constantly.

The sense of suffocation swept over him like a tide.

It wasn't until that clear and clear voice sounded beside him that the sense of security he had been lacking slowly lifted him up from the drowning situation.

But in the next second, the voice disappeared, and he desperately wanted to get closer to it.

Still getting farther and farther away.

Finally he sank, motionless.

"Hokuriku! Hokuriku!" A pair of warm hands patted his cheeks, waking him up from his dream.

Hokuriku rolled his eyes to adapt to the surrounding environment, and the beeping sound of the monitor was still beeping tirelessly.

Yan He's nervous face came into his eyes.

His mouth was dry, his throat was dry and angry, and he tried to speak, but found that the voice he made was rough and heavy.

Seeing his lips opening and closing, Yan He immediately interrupted him, "You just woke up, so don't talk."

As he spoke, he stuffed the straw in his hand into his mouth, "Drink a little water to moisten your throat."

Sick people are fragile inside, and Hokuriku is the same, he is also an ordinary person.

The fragile one just wants to lie quietly like this.

Yan He's face was enlarged nearby, and his warm breath was on Bei Lu's face.

Yan He never hides his emotions, his emotions are always on his face, no matter how many years, he is still the same Yan He.

That Yan He who scorched Hokuriku like the scorching sun.

He drove away the haze in his world, warmed his cold heart, and pushed him into this chaotic world.

Hokuriku thinks this is also a dream.

A dream that never wakes up.

Bei Lu woke up for a while and then fell asleep in a daze, the strength of the anesthetic had not completely faded.

He was so exhausted that he seemed to want to make up for the lack of sleep he had had before.

Seeing that everything was normal with him, Yan He asked Sun Xinlu, who was in charge of the bed, to help her pay attention.

He went to the duty room by himself to take a shower and change his clothes. He picked up his mobile phone and called Xu Lai.

After a few calls, the other end was connected, and Xu Lai's high-octave male voice came over, "Why is Dr. Xiaoyan calling me during working hours? Don't you want to hang the pot to help the world?"

"Go away, can you speak human words? You can't say that I'm dead." Yan He wiped his hair casually with a towel, and before drying his feet in bathroom slippers, he raised one foot and wiped the other trouser leg twice. Next, he stuffed it directly into the shoe without even wearing a sock, and repeated the same action with the other foot.

"No, no, you have something to order, I will go through fire and water." Xu Lai joked.

"This week, you send someone to deliver three meals a day to me every day. The three meals are reasonably matched, not greasy, not irritating and easy to digest. It is best to use soup as the mainstay." Yan He searched for the postoperative diet in his mind seriously. Precautions.

"Doctor Xiaoyan, please figure it out, I run a hotpot restaurant, a hotpot restaurant!" Xu Lai really didn't understand what Yanhe was doing.

"What the hell do you do or don't? What's the difference between hot pot restaurants being catering?"

After graduating from high school, Xu Lai went to Kyoto to study at university, but after graduating from university for four years, regardless of the job arranged for him by his official father in Kyoto, he insisted on returning to Jinling to start his own business.

He opened an extremely literary hot pot restaurant called "Feng Xu Menglai" in the city center, which deceived many literary youths.

Needless to say, the business has been booming in the past two years, and the hot pot restaurant has been well managed by him, and even opened branches in several other districts.

"Don't be impatient, I won't and I have to make it out for you as far as our friendship is under the covers. Hehehe" Xu Lai laughed.

"Hurry up, why are there so many nonsense! I won't tell you anymore, I'm busy now, so I hang up." Yan He replied angrily, and he was out of shape all day long.

Although Yan He himself wasn't much better, it didn't affect him from hurting Xu Lai anyway.

Before Yan He left the duty room, he passed the full-length mirror, and deliberately turned around to tidy up his attire.

Why did this broken mirror make people so ugly? Why didn't I find out before, so I hurriedly replaced it when I had time.

Yan He closed the door with his foot and walked to the ward.