no way

Yan Jianghe was still so busy in the afternoon that he stepped on his hair with his heels, and he was about to roll into a ball. Naturally, he didn't have much time to take care of the "grandfather and grandson" in the ward.

Because Yan Jianghe had asked Zhang Cong for leave on his own initiative, and Zhang Cong didn't have to go to school. He simply didn't leave after completing the formalities, and lay down in the ward to draw.

Zhang Cong is painting Yan Meitong's cat litter.He could recall its appearance, it was next to the TV in the living room of Yan Jianghe's house.Round, surrounded by a circle of white fluff, it is Barbie powder...

The corner of Zhang Cong's mouth twitched, and he kept moving his hands to make a rough outline of the cat's nest.

"Hey." Feng Lao said suddenly while lying on the bed.

Zhang Cong was startled by him and almost broke the tip of his pencil.

Zhang Cong turned to look at Old Feng: "What's the matter? Want to drink water?"

"Don't drink." Feng Lao said, "Do you have a cold? I heard that your voice is not right, and your face is not very good."

"I don't have a cold." Zhang Cong said without expression.

Stretching his throat, Mr. Feng asked, "Why are you hoarse when you don't have a cold? My ears are not clear, but I'm not deaf."

Zhang Cong: "The wind is blowing. The wind is too strong, and it is blown."

Mr. Feng could hear that he was dealing with it, but couldn't hold back his concern, and asked, "Then why are you so pale?"

Zhang Cong finally got bored.His mind was buzzing with old Feng's question, as if a mung bean fly nestled in his head.He really didn't care about it, so he talked nonsense and said straightforwardly: "If the sun doesn't shine in winter, it should be white."

Old Feng: "..."

Old Feng used his mouth to vent his anger, and then he spoke with a low tone, but it was obvious that he was smiling, and he actually said, "What do you think of Yan Jianghe?"

"..." Zhang Cong moved his eyes to the cat's nest on the screen again, he paused, suddenly lost his temper, and said bluntly, "Annoying."

Zhang Cong: "Eight thousand eight hundred times more annoying than you."

Old Feng was stunned for a moment, and suddenly laughed out loud.His laughter was really not very pleasant, his vocal cords were twitching and agitating, like an old pimp that couldn't be pulled.His shallow chest rose and fell, and even the indwelling needle buried under the collarbone was bumping along with it.

Zhang Cong immediately closed the sketchbook, threw away the pen in his hand, and pointed at him: "Stop laughing."

Zhang Cong was really afraid that if he continued to laugh, he would laugh off the skin on his body, and then the broken bones and needles would stick out together with the flesh and blood.

Old Feng still laughed, and coughed again.

Zhang Cong sighed, stepped over in two steps, slowly followed his chest, and stroked him: "Stop laughing, is it that funny?"

Old Feng made crooked trills in his throat, and gradually quieted down.

He glanced at Zhang Cong, his eye sockets were muddy and shattered, covered with bloodshot eyeballs, and also covered with a very pleasant smile.He nodded, then hummed again: "It's good to be annoying, it's really nice to be annoying."

"..." Zhang Cong glared at him, and stuffed him with a quilt, "Go to sleep."

Zhang Cong just annoyed Yan Jianghe all afternoon.Yan Jianghe came to pick him up at almost nine o'clock in the evening.He pushed a wheelchair in.

Yan Jianghe yawned as soon as he entered the door, his eyes were watery and red: "Is it all packed?"

"Why are you so late?" Zhang Cong asked casually, "I'm ready to take the old man away."

Feng Lao immediately reached out and patted the bed: "Call me Grandpa."

"..." Zhang Cong silently glanced at him.

Yan Jianghe rubbed his face: "Are you in a hurry? A patient came suddenly, and it took a while, or tomorrow..."

"Right now." Elder Feng said quickly.

Yan Jianghe paused, pushed the wheelchair forward, and reached out to help Feng Lao up: "Then let's go, you..."

"I'm not paralyzed if I don't sit on this shit." Feng Lao pushed Yan Jianghe's arm and kicked the wheelchair.

He blows the lamp and pulls the wax, not very vigorously, and the wheelchair doesn't even roll out for half a minute.

Yan Jianghe: "..."

Yan Jianghe frowned, he was so tired that he didn't even bother to straighten his back, he was immediately annoyed by this ignorant old thing, he turned his face and opened his mouth to taunt.Unexpectedly, as soon as his throat was ready, Mr. Feng gathered all his strength and suddenly supported Yan Jianghe's arm.

"Hey!" Yan Jianghe quickly stabilized his arms, and the weight of Feng Lao's whole body was basically pressed up.

Zhang Cong finally got his eyeballs now, and he helped Mr. Feng's other arm, and Mr. Feng stood up unsteadily.

"I don't need you." Feng Lao waved his hand, let out a long breath, and stabilized the chassis, "I'll walk."

Zhang Cong's eyes widened, he didn't understand that this old thing was dangled into a decoration, so what else was there to do?

He was about to speak, but Yan Jianghe pushed him unexpectedly.When Yan Jianghe pushed, Zhang Cong had to look at Yan Jianghe, and saw Yan Jianghe narrowed his tired eyes and shook his head at him.

Zhang Cong hesitated for a moment, and finally shut up.

Old Feng is really walking around.

He wandered around the hospital.Especially the layer outside the chest, he came out of the elevator trembling, and slowly rubbed forward against the cold white wall.Yan Jianghe and Zhang Cong followed behind him, putting some distance away neatly.It was neither far nor near, so they couldn't bother Mr. Feng, but if the old man fell to the ground because of his embarrassment, they could run up to him and pick him up within two seconds.

There were not many people in the hospital at this time, and one or two doctors, nurses and family members of patients walked by from time to time.Some even nodded to say hello to Mr. Feng, and then looked at Yan Jianghe behind him with a look of surprise.

Yan Jianghe sighed, feeling helpless, so he rebelliously commented: "It's just an old donkey."

When he reached the door of the operating room, Mr. Feng stood there motionless.He leaned his back against the wall, staring at the sign of the operating room, not knowing what he was thinking.The lights in the operating room were off, and no one was using the room at the moment.The surroundings were empty, except for Feng Lao's last breath, there was no other movement.

——Everything is empty, leaving behind a rickety old bag, lying on the wall like live maggots.This scene is too weak, and it's so creepy in an instant.

Yan Jianghe stood at the corner and looked over. The pale light in the corridor shone on Mr. Feng's bones, coating his whole body with a layer of cold fringes, making the old man's frail body even more illusory. It was an illusion that he was about to lose his soul in the blink of an eye.

Feng Lao used to be an excellent chest surgeon.Yan Jianghe is not sure, whether he is reluctant or saying goodbye to the past.In fact, no matter what it is, it is very complicated, and it is difficult for others to comment. ——Old things really never come back.

"Why is there no old man on the expert wall in your hospital?" Zhang Cong suddenly asked in a low voice beside Yan Jianghe.

Yan Jianghe was stunned for a moment, and when he came back to his senses, he turned his eyes to look at Zhang Cong, and smiled: "Are you going to see the expert wall?"

Zhang Congfei frowned quickly, probably a certain wording in Yan Jianghe's words made him a little disgusted: "No. The old man told me before that he is an old doctor with chest outside, or your master. I don't think he looks like that. Neither. But later on, the doctors in your hospital really respected him."

"So you went to see the expert wall?" Yan Jianghe repeated it again, begging for cheap.

Zhang Cong stared at him, and said word by word: "Yes, I read, there is no him."

Yan Jianghe pursed his lips and looked at Zhang Cong for a while.

Zhang Cong's nature is very conflicting.From head to toe, every single hair is sparse, but sometimes it is very unexpected, and it can even be described as "delicate" which is out of place.For example, the eye patch for Mr. Feng, for example, the spikes of roses, for example, he went to see the expert wall.

Yan Jianghe looked down at Zhang Congcong and said, "Zhang Congcong, you are quite cute."

Zhang Cong: "..."

Based on all the content of Yan Jianghe's words, from title to purpose, Zhang Cong should be ready to fight him to the death.

Zhang Cong put on a faceless look as usual: "What did you say?"

Yan Jianghe smiled lightly.He's a little out of temper right now.It is very rare for Yan Jianghe to have such a time, maybe because he was tired today, and the old man made a mistake in front of his eyes again, which made him panic.So, Yan Jianghe rarely responded softly to Zhang Cong: "Don't make trouble."

Zhang Cong: "..."

Who is making trouble?

Probably because of the atmosphere.Zhang Cong also felt a little uncomfortable.Mr. Feng is also very good, he can take in less air than he can out, and he can also control a low air pressure.How about saying "emotion" is shameless, so what about all kinds of people.

"Do you think he doesn't look like an expert who can lead apprentices?" Yan Jianghe looked at the old man, tilted his head and said in Zhang Cong's ear, "Look at him, there is nothing."

That's not it.Which old expert is not Kuan Qiongju's treasure, even if he didn't hang a row of pennants at home and save two baskets of thank you letters, at least he wouldn't live opposite Zhang Cong's house.

"Because of a failed operation." Yan Jianghe said, "He didn't want that name himself."

Zhang Cong was a little surprised, so he subconsciously asked, "Failed surgery?"

"Well. It's serious." Yan Jianghe's voice was very low, "It is said that he was very depressed at the time, and everyone thought that the old man would never use a scalpel again after that."

Yan Jianghe: "But it's just a thought. The idea of ​​'thinking' is the worst and most unreliable. Although he is no longer the chief surgeon, at least he has taught me."

Zhang Cong's eyes sank, his eyes were pitch black, and his eyes slowly poked out, covering the lonely old man not far away. In his eyes, the endless darkness was slowly engulfing the pale light.

"There is a saying, 'doctors are not self-governing', do you know?" Yan Jianghe's voice was a little rusty, and he didn't know what complicated sighs it contained.

He said: "The meaning of this sentence, in fact, apart from saying that the doctor can't cure the disease on his own body, probably also includes that he can't cure the disease in his heart."

Yan Jianghe's words hit Zhang Cong's ear, and Zhang Cong felt as if Jud had an awl hanging on his earlobe, and it was being pulled down heavily.Hearing these words, he became a little depressed.

"It's nothing you don't understand now, and you will eventually understand." Yan Jianghe saw Feng Lao turned around and slowly moved this way, so he raised his hand and patted Zhang Cong's arm, "Go help someone."

"..." Zhang Cong walked over to help Mr. Feng.

Old Feng raised his loose eyelids to catch sight of Zhang Cong, but this time he didn't push him, but let Zhang Cong help him.

It took a lot of effort, and it was already more than 10:30 when the three got on the bus.

Yan Jianghe fiddled with the radiator and looked back through the rearview mirror.Zhang Cong sat in the back seat with Mr. Feng.Elder Feng closed his eyes and leaned on the seat, drowsy.

Yan Jianghe took out a handful of medicine wrapped in paper from his pocket, and took out an extra small thermos cup from the other pocket and handed them to Zhang Cong: "Didn't I take medicine at dinner time, I was busy that time, so I didn't have time to drink." Don't care about you. Eat now."

The darkness in Zhang Cong's eyes turned upside down, he just stared at Yan Jianghe without moving.

"Hurry up." Yan Jianghe was impatient, "Are you looking for another smoke?"

Zhang Cong's Adam's apple rolled down, and he subconsciously glanced at Feng Lao first. Feng Lao didn't respond, maybe he really fell asleep.Zhang Cong took the medicine and gave it to him.The water in the vacuum flask was hot, probably it was specially made by Yan Jianghe before he came to the ward.

Zhang Cong covered the cup and put it beside him, then glanced at Old Feng again. The old man's breathing sounded dragging, like a mournful wind whistling through a sieve with big holes.Zhang Cong hesitated for a moment, and reached out to touch the pull ring of the down jacket on his body.

"Use mine." Yan Jianghe took off his coat before Zhang Cong could do it.He didn't know if he had eyes or not on the back of his head, and he swung his arms back, and by coincidence, he threw the clothes on Zhang Cong's head, forming a hijab.

Yan Jianghe added another sentence: "You are not cured."

Zhang Cong's face was darkened by him, and he knocked his front teeth before he lifted the clothes from the top of his head.

Yan Jianghe had already stepped on the accelerator and drove the car out of the road.

Zhang Cong let out a breath, and covered Elder Feng with Yan Jianghe's clothes.

Zhang Cong leaned back in the chair, banging his head against the car window, squeezed the miniature thermos in his hand, and stared at Yan Jianghe sideways.From his point of view, it happened that he could see Yan Jianghe's half-drawn profile from the gap between the driver's seat and the co-pilot's seat.

The side face was submerged in the night, blurred by the rapidly receding street lamps.