Baiyun ambition

Xiao Shuang was very happy to see the doctor. "I asked, Uncle Jiang already has a girlfriend! Then, should I marry Brother Yu or Dr. Yan? Or should I marry Brother Yu first, and then Dr. Yan!"

Everyone was overwhelmed by the cuteness of the little girl. "No, you can only marry one."

Xiao Shuang was very conflicted, and thought for a long time: "Then I'd better marry Brother Yu."

Yan Xiru pretended to be angry: "Why?"

Xiao Shuang jumped on the spot, and the two ponytails jumped up: "Because I want to leave you to Big Brother Wei, he misses you very much!"

Everyone in the ward laughed, even Yu Fangyun laughed.The corner of Yan Xiru's mouth twitched, telling himself not to be angry.After doing enough psychological construction, I walked into the next ward, only to find that the frangipani today was not in high spirits.

The consulting doctor in the Department of Cardiology came to see Da Wei and said that after he underwent aortic valve surgery a few years ago, he recently had signs of pulmonary hypertension, which was a sign of left heart failure.Combined with the systemic conditions, it is not suitable for a second heart valve replacement in a short period of time, and the risk is extremely high.The patient insisted on having an operation, and the consulting doctor had no choice but to ask Yan Xiru to persuade him.

He restrained his temper and said a lot of reasoning, Da Wei snorted, and said coquettishly: "I came here for the operation, you know, Doctor Yan~"

Yan Xiru's eyelids twitched, and her voice was high: "Then you love to do things, why do you have to live here with us? Go to your heart!"

Da Wei touched the silk scarf around his neck and winked at him: "Then why am I here, don't you know?"

Yan Xiru wished to cover his mouth with a silk scarf, but saw Dawei turn around, the wheel turned, and threw himself into Yu Fangyun's arms: "Doctor Yu, this potted flower is for you. , can think of me who is full of vitality.”

Yu Fangyun took the potted prickly pear, and said to the other side: "I'm here because of you."

Yan Xiru's face was as green as a cactus.

"Doctor Yu, I heard that you can prescribe traditional Chinese medicine, and I want to take it too."

Yu Fangyun said, "Okay."

Da Wei said angrily: "Why don't you take the pulse?"

Dr. Yu put his three fingers on his wrist, and the opposite party immediately smiled like a rose full of dew, charming and charming.

"Let me take a look at the tongue coating, is your mouth bitter?"

"I'm afraid of suffering."

"Okay, then I'll add some licorice to the medicine."

Dawei put the other palm on the back of Yu Fangyun's hand: "Doctor Yu, I wrote another poem..."

Yan Xiru slammed the door of the ward, and gritted his teeth at Jiang Jian: "Let Shen Weizhou get him away! Get him out!"

Chest tightness and discomfort repeated just after ordering, Yan Xiru went back and made the traditional Chinese medicine for Yu Fangyun to see. "What's wrong with you?"

"Chest tightness, palpitation, mouth sores, frost in June." He opened his mouth and came.

"Does my medicine cure all diseases?"

Yan Xiru swallowed the bitter medicine: "Then who knows, no one gave me a hand, and no one asked me if I was afraid of suffering."

After speaking, the doctor grabbed his wrist.The smell of bitter almonds in the decoction permeated the room, resulting in the sourness and astringency of schisandra, and the source of the rest was unclear.Yan Xiru looked at Yu Fangyun, lowered his head, put three fingers on his own ruler, and blocked his eyes with thin bangs.The conscious pulse was beating three times under his slightly warm fingertips, gradually becoming clearer.

Doctor Yu diagnosed him with stringy and tight pulse, stagnant liver fire, and exuberant heart fire, which did not happen overnight.Yan Xiru was a meddlesome patient, standing behind and watching him finish writing the prescription.How embarrassing, the dosage of the medicine has been changed again and again.

Yu Fangyun's meticulous but indecisive personality seems to have started since he was a child.He used to have flat soles and often fell down. He gradually developed the habit of measuring eight steps before walking ten steps, and his temper was fulfilled in this way.I don't know whether it's good or bad, even if it's a flat road, I walk carefully like a cliff path, which is exactly the opposite of someone's temper.

Finally put down the pen, folded it in half three times, and stuffed it into his pocket.

"Won't you give it to me?" The patient stretched his arms and sat down on the doctor's table

Yu Fangyun raised his head: "Just wait and take the medicine. I also added licorice for you."

Being too close, the hot breath made his eyelashes tremble, and the angle was similar to that in the dream.Yan Xiru's voice was astringent: "I am not afraid of suffering."

"Uncle Master is never afraid of anything." Yu Fangyun chuckled lightly, as if teasing him that he had no scruples.

No scruples are due to the magnanimity of the heart.The opposite party took the initiative to dawdle with his cuff, and gave him all the red ink that was rubbed on his hand by concentrating on writing just now. He is really a clean kid.

Yan Xiru immediately grabbed that hand, wiped away the ink, and scratched the tip of his nose.

"I'm scared now."

Although Da Wei looked full of life on the outside, he was actually a mess on the inside.The condition of the heart required a second valve replacement, but combined with the quality of other organs, the risk of the operation was immeasurable.There were two waves of consulting doctors inside and outside the heart, but a suitable plan was never finalized.

For the third time, Shen Weizhou, the director of cardiovascular consultation, looked at Dawei's medical records and said, "He is not suitable for surgery for the time being."

"I know, but his indicators meet the conditions for surgery, and all conditions allow surgery. I have already promised him to arrange surgery as soon as possible." Yan Xiru didn't know whether he was harassed by Da Wei or why, his attitude changed the next day, and he was resolute Support his surgery.

"You arrange it? Is it your surgery? Do you arrange it? Our cardiovascular surgery is not your general surgery. We can do the surgery as we want, and we can open the knife wherever we want. We don't make a comprehensive evaluation to ensure the profit after the operation. This operation, I There is no way to agree."

It was the first time Yan Xiru was thrown in the face by someone in his office, and his face was not very good-looking: "I can ask Lao Yang to do it, and you don't need to agree."

Shen Weizhou threw the medical records on the table: "What on earth are you thinking? If he doesn't have this operation, his heart will be able to maintain normal operation for at least two to three years. This person's condition cannot guarantee a normal quality of life. It’s ugly, but one more year is one year. Why do you have to suffer again? Yan Xiru, do you stand on the operating table too much, and you can’t even do the most basic medical treatment except surgery!”

Yan Xiru's face turned blue instantly: "I'm just treating him, and surgery is the best solution."

"I'm not you, I can't do it."

Yan Xiru was choked by his nephew and slammed the door away, startling Yu Fangyun who had been quietly writing medical records beside him.

"What's wrong with him?" Shen Weizhou wanted to leave even if he lost his pen, but was stopped by Yu Fangyun.

The inspection team went back and forth, but the secretary-general ran to the rooftop to bask in the sun. "I heard from Shen Weizhou that you have a patient who has to be sent for surgery?"

Yan Xiru didn't bother to explain: "Secretary-General Zheng also came to investigate me, do you think I'm making money just to make money?"

Zheng Changyuan said: "It's not my turn to intervene in such a small matter. If you want to make a black heart, I will be the first to report it."

"What happened again?"

Zheng Changyuan shook his head: "It's still in the investigation stage, so it's inconvenient to disclose."

Yan Xiru was speechless: "Then why did you come here to show me that you know more than me?"

"I heard that you bought the two stores left by the theater troupe in the back alley of Yushu Street, and Lao Zhuang bought them for you?" Zheng Changyuan looked at him, "This brain doesn't seem to have any talent for business. Why don't you pass it on to me, business. Public opinion, I will definitely not let you suffer."

Yan Xiru was instantly alert: "What's your plan? Although the shop is not in use, it's my wife's business."

Zheng Changyuan straightened his cuffs: "Your beauty has never been heard from, so why not borrow me as your wife first."

The two debated for a long time, but finally Yan Xiru couldn't resist the temptation of things outside of him, signed the calligraphy and painting, and took advantage of it: "Now the secretary-general is so rich."

Zheng Changyuan glanced at him: "Now that the deputy director is so greedy, he is not afraid of corruption."

Yan Xiru was in a hurry: "The reputation of this industry is already bad enough, don't smear it anymore! How about framing your colleagues to elevate yourself?!"

After speaking, the two looked at each other and smiled, then raised their heads to see the distant buildings in their field of vision.

Yan Xiru said: "When we were in school, we also liked to climb up to the roof and look far away, thinking that everything was under our feet."

"Pull it down." Zheng Changyuan did not cooperate, "The roof was full of crooked trees planted by Lu Chizhang back then. It was gloomy and gloomy, and there was not much sunlight."

"But you are more diligent in watering than anyone else," Yan Xiru turned to look at him, pointing closer and farther away. "I'm not like you. There are thousands of beautiful flowers in the world, and I prefer a sunflower."

Even if it is about to be sent back, even if the dream is far away, but the person is close at hand, and the ears are warm.He wants the flowers to bloom recklessly and enthusiastically, in his hands.

When Yu Fangyun came up, he was shivering from the cold, his breath became foggy, his uncle rubbed his face, and he said inarticulately: "I discussed with Dr. Shen, and he agreed to Dawei's operation. Go to the [-]th floor on weekdays, and go back after the surgery is done."

Yan Xiru was a little surprised: "You also think he should have an operation?"

Yu Fangyun hesitated for a moment, then shook his head: "Dr. Shen is right, it is not the most suitable time for surgery. But after thinking about it for a while, you can probably understand why Wei insists on surgery, and you still support him."

Yan Xiru let go of his hand and asked why.

"Dawei's older sister passed away at the end of last year. They also have a youngest brother. The brothers depend on each other and have a good relationship. In order to take care of him, the younger brother didn't plan to get married until he was almost 30 years old. Dawei wanted to have an operation earlier, and he also wanted to Save your brother from worrying about the future before he gets married, and loosen the burden on his shoulders. Brother."

Surgery is nothing to be afraid of, birth, old age, sickness and death are also normal. What really kills people's hearts is the gap between these four words.

Yu Fangyun looked at him and said: "Dawei needs this operation. He has undergone seven operations in our hospital, large and small. Each time he came back within a few days after being discharged, and left within a few days after admission. But every time he recovers from surgery, all his symptoms are developing in a better direction. Dawei needs a doctor and relies on a doctor, not only for medical treatment, but also a kind of psychological comfort and spiritual support. "

Yan Xiru stood still and nodded: "Well, every time he came to my clinic after the operation, he was in the best condition several times. Even if the data is still there, the pain cannot be relieved, but it seems that he can see some hope .”

"The quality of life cannot be changed, but the spiritual world can make up for it. You want to give him this power. No matter three years, five years, or ten years, as long as there is enough comfort, no matter how long it takes, it can last." Yu Fangyun said in a deep voice. Yes, "We've all read it. Tocuresometimes, torelieveoften, tocomfortalways."

Yan Xiru was startled, he had already copied this sentence on the title page of the anatomy book. "Sometimes heals, often helps, always comforts", every medical student has to read it, but they can't always remember it.

Yu Fangyun leaned on the railing to look at the cloud, and the uncle looked at him.The thin body is wrapped in a white coat, and the clear sky curtain behind it is also a white cloud in the sky.Yan Xiru woke up suddenly, not because of a good-looking skin, not because of a clear voice, but because of these clear and determined eyes, which were always looking in the same direction as him.

Such a person should not be met by chance, he was the one who waited for a long time.

"Uncle, let's go back."

Yu Fangyun jumped down the steps, and just took two steps before leaving his feet, and was supported by someone's waist: "Look at the way."

He didn't let go of his hand.

After getting off work, Yu Fangyun went to the market for a long time to choose. He chose a Shuang Er Bai Shan clay medicine pot, which had no glaze on the inside and outside.

He kept a little private collection at home, and came to make up what was missing. He picked and picked, and each herb was selected from Lu Fuding's treasured top grade, and the grams were weighed and packed in bags according to the payment.Lu Fuding was so meticulous that he sighed: "Those who don't know may think that Yan Xiru has contracted some serious illness, and it's all because of my medicine."

Yu Fangyun was embarrassed, and was about to leave with the medicine jar, but was stopped by the master: "As you please, just stew here."

Yu Doukou said sweetly, "Master Lu's herbs must be the best."

"Of course, I've been selling the medicine all my life, so I still hide it." Lu Fuding slapped the medicine bushes, and then sighed again, "It's just that I don't know if I can keep hiding it for a few more days."

When Yu Fangyun came, he saw that the old shop at the street corner had been demolished. "Master, you are reluctant to part with those prescriptions and medicinal materials, why not find a place to continue to open. There is always a place to save it."

"You don't know, this business was very chaotic in the early years, with good and evil mixed up. There are so many folk remedies, but how many of them can really make sense. I have no way to identify them, so I can only save them all. Now I want to pick out the ones that work. But it is even more difficult. Maybe it was because I was ignorant when I was young and did a few things against my will. I have sold medicine to save people all my life, but I can't say a word of conscience." Lu Fuding looked at the sky with his cloudy eyes, suddenly feeling Sadly, "I violated the destiny. I didn't cause myself to be homeless in old age, but I caused my son to encounter bad people, causing him to be full of blood and have nowhere to scatter."

The decoction had been simmering over low heat. Yu Fangyun was afraid that the water would splash out, so he squatted and stared at it, holding an empty medicine bag and a lottery with Yan Xiru's name written on it.Going out to pick materials, Lu Chizhang was squatting at the door, pinching a medicine bowl, and the mud was splashing everywhere.He didn't wear glasses, so he could only see clearly what was in front of him.

"It's raining, Brother Lu."

"It's okay. The eaves are big, so it can't catch the rain."

Yu Fangyun took two steps outside the house and saw that Zheng Changyuan was holding a big umbrella covering Lu Chizhang's entire shoulders, allowing the dirty mud to splash on his snow-white trousers and be washed away by the rain.

There are all kinds of warm flowers in the world, but he prefers to love the sunflower in the corner.

The author has something to say: Seven years ago, there was no love at first sight, and there will be more in the future.

The uncle looked at the tiger, in fact, he was very old, and he still needed ink for a few days.