Luggage Syndrome

Fu Lang always arrives early for the morning shift, but when he arrives at the duty room, the new intern He Ling has already arrived.

He Ling is the only male intern in this year. He has thick eyebrows, big eyes, good facial features, and a height of nearly 1.9 meters. He fell in love with him, and privately talked about Fu Lang encouraging him to stay after graduation.

At this time, He Ling was bending over, and his upper body was lying on Wang Ruizhen's desk, taking up half of the desk.Without realizing it, he looked down at the ward round records.

Wang Ruizhen, on the other hand, sat upright in a rare way, staring at the screen absent-mindedly, but put his hands on his lap awkwardly, and did not touch the mouse that was pressed down by He Ling's medical records.

When Wang Ruizhen caught a glimpse of Fu Lang coming in, his eyes lit up immediately, and he greeted, "Good morning, Brother Fu!"

He Ling raised his head, glanced at Wang Ruizhen's face, and then straightened up: "Mr. Fu, good morning."

"morning."

As soon as Fu Lang responded, Wang Ruizhen couldn't wait to stand up and said, "Since Brother Fu is here, I'll get off work first."

Wang Ruizhen quickly cleaned up his table and stood up, but He Ling had already moved back to his seat, just blocking his way.

"Doctor Wang, there are still 10 minutes before the ward round. The doctor on the day shift has not yet come to take over. Although you wrote down the medical records last night in the evening ward round records, you haven't logged them into the computer yet."

"you……"

Wang Ruizhen was at a loss for words for a while, he was a majestic attending physician, plus the president's son, none of the staff in the hospital was polite to him, and now a new intern nurse dared to accuse him face to face of not doing his job well, because he was in Fu In front of Lang, he tried his best not to have an attack, his face turned blue and red, and he silently stared at He Ling.

Fu Lang looked at the two people who were at war, and suddenly said: "Xiaohe, give me the ward round record, I will board after reading it. Dr. Wang is already very tired after the night shift, go back and rest early."

Unexpectedly, Fu Lang would speak, and both of them were taken aback for a moment. Wang Ruizhen came back to his senses, figured out that Fu Lang was protecting him, and immediately exulted: "Thank you, Brother Fu!"

Seeing He Ling retreating quietly, Wang Ruizhen quietly breathed a sigh of relief, walked to the door, turned his head, and Fu Lang had already immersed himself in the ward round records.

Wang Ruizhen hesitated at the door for a moment whether to say goodbye to Fu Lang, but He Ling who was beside him suddenly said, "Doctor Wang, I'll hang up your white coat for you here."

"Huh? Ah, thank you."

He Ling hung the white coat that Wang Ruizhen had put on the back of the chair on the hook by the door, and carefully smoothed out the folds of the white coat for him.

Wang Ruizhen's face softened a little, and when He Ling turned around, the door suddenly seemed a little narrow.

He Ling lowered his head slightly, the already very close distance was narrowed a little, and said softly, "Thanks for your hard work, see you tomorrow."

Wang Ruizhen took a step back instinctively, and waved his hand casually: "See you tomorrow."

Wang Ruizhen didn't understand what was going on with this hot and cold young man.After leaving the duty room, he suddenly felt that he seemed to have forgotten something, scratched his head, turned and went downstairs.

He Ling stood by the transparent glass window for a while, until the figure disappeared around the corner, then turned around and stared at Fu Lang who was flipping through the ward round records without saying a word.

The head nurse came in with a bag of bread and put it on the conference table.

"Morning, Xiao Fu, Xiao He also came so early."

"morning."

"Hello, Miss Liu."

"I brought you some breakfast, Xiao Fu must have not eaten breakfast."

"Thank you Sister Liu, I have eaten."

"Oh, this is really rare, let's have a cup of soy milk. Come on, Xiaohe, you can also have a deep-fried dough stick."

He Ling thanked him for taking it, and stared at Fu Lang thoughtfully while eating.

"Sister Liu, I want to stay in the future."

After He Ling finished speaking suddenly, Fu Lang still buried himself in the medical records, but the head nurse's expression became serious.She patted He Ling on the back lightly and said, "Xiao He, you are willing to stay with us. It's never too late to make a decision slowly...Of course, our department welcomes you at any time."

The head nurse gradually smiled, and gave He Ling another meat bun, and said, "It seems that Xiao He really likes this place, and he wants to stay here not long after he arrived. Is it because our little charm is good?"

"Teacher Fu is very patient and serious about her work. She has always been my... role model."

The last two words were deliberately emphasized, and the head nurse didn't notice it at all, and she also boasted: "If you talk about Xiaofu's work attitude, it is impeccable. He has no complaints about working overtime, and he hasn't had a single vacation in the past few years." Please, last time, he finally took a vacation, but I forced him to take it..."

The head nurse boasted that Fu Lang had always been eloquent. He Ling caught a glimpse of Fu Lang finally finished reading the ward round records, closed the medical record book, raised his head, and looked calm, as if he was not the one who was at the center of the topic.

Fu Lang: "Sister Liu."

Head nurse: "What's the matter, Xiao Fu?"

Fu Lang: "I want to ask for a week off."

Head nurse: "..."

He Ling: "..."

The head nurse was stunned for a while, then said in surprise, "You want to ask for leave? What's wrong with you, Xiaofu? What happened?"

What shocked the head nurse even more was that Fu Lang smiled faintly.

"Nothing, I just want to go home."

The hometown I haven't set foot in for four years.

Fu Lang stood at the gate of the train station. In the past, he should have been surrounded by black car drivers, but now he only had cars and battery cars whizzing by on the open, brand-new and unfamiliar road.

The rotten stone roads that used to be occupied by the red, white and blue canvases of vendors setting up street stalls have been turned into bustling shopping streets. The vendors are hawking familiar specialties and accents.

He stood in a daze for a while, and finally remembered the skills that modern people should have. He took out his phone and opened the car-hailing app.

It took only a second for the ride-hailing order to be picked up.

Until Shunli stood in front of Wu Yue's house, he was still in a dream.

The door opened, and his mother's face changed from surprise to surprise, and then, like a long time ago, she untied the backpack on his back, and he seemed to be in a daze when he returned home from school when he was a child.

But as soon as he entered the house, the unfamiliar layout and furnishings brought him back to reality in an instant.

He sat on the sofa at a loss and looked around the room quietly.

Not everything is foreign.

The mother's white hair on the sideburns, deep-set eye sockets, and clear wrinkles at the corners of the eyes are unfamiliar.

Doting eyes, gentle smile, old home clothes, are familiar.

Lamps without pendants, small glass tea tables, and tiled floors are unfamiliar.

The light yellow light, sandalwood dining table, and white porcelain tea set are all familiar.

The home he is familiar with has been carefully preserved.

The tablet computer that my father gave to my mother was placed on the side of the sofa, tirelessly broadcasting unknown scriptures.

After Wu Yue made tea for him, she sat beside him, closed her eyes, listened carefully, and followed the old male voice to recite sutras devoutly.

Fu Lang never believed in these things, but at this moment, he suddenly hoped that there were gods in the world.

The person he lost was his father.But what his mother lost was the lover who had been with her for half her life.

If there are no ghosts and gods in the world, where is her lover?

The scriptures slowly ended in the peaceful Buddhist music, and the tablet quietly switched the song. The melodious prelude did not break the tranquility, until the deep voice sounded softly:

"Since you left, you have lost your tenderness.

Waiting on this snowy mountain road is long, listening to the cold wind howling is still..."

It was his father's favorite song.

"I still remember that you promised me that I would not let me lose you, but you flew so far with that migratory bird returning from the south.

Love is like a kite with a broken string, unable to hold back the promise you made.

I am waiting for the warm spring on the top of the snow mountain,

A lone goose waiting to return after the ice and snow on the plateau melt.

No matter how hard it is to continue love, we cannot go back to our past. "

Dao Lang's hoarse and affectionate voice revealed endless desolation and loneliness, and Wu Yue burst into tears.

Fu Lang stretched out his arms and hugged his mother into his arms.

At the end of the song, Wu Yue could not be calm for a long time.

"Alang, I'm sorry, it's my mother who is so useless, she failed to save your father, and even failed to keep your home. Dad and mother lived most of their lives in vain, and in the end they left you with nothing. You are in debt, you must hate us very much, I'm sorry..."

It turned out that he was not the only one who thought he was guilty.

Wu Yue's back was no longer as straight and strong as he remembered. His frail and fragile mother had spent so many lonely years alone with endless guilt.

Fu Lang hugged his mother tightly, breathless with remorse.

"Mom, I'm sorry, I'm sorry...I don't hate you, I hate myself so much, I hate that I didn't protect you and take good care of you for Dad, I'm sorry..."

"Father's death—you were not at fault, nor was I. No one should be responsible for other people's birth, old age, sickness and death."

Wu Yue buried her head deeply in his generous chest.

"Aaron...you've grown up..."

The author says:

Song for this chapter: Dao Lang's "Love Song of the West Sea"