river bank, river bank

The light in the promenade is not very bright, like a white mist spreading, faint and twilight.

Bai San breathed slowly, and turned his attention to the tip of his nose, as if drowning in the black void air, he couldn't touch the edge with his raised hand, and couldn't see himself when he lowered his head.

On the other side, Jiang An looked down, and the shallow strange atmosphere around him held his breath, and he walked into the senses first, with a rampant laziness.

He moved his nostrils lightly, couldn't help but get closer, raised his head slightly and then lowered his eyes, holding half a cookie the size of a bottle cap between his fingers, which was more beautiful than the other half, with a whole nut embedded in it.

Crisp, sweet, creamy and fluffy with a cookie.

Bai San imagined the taste that Jiang An would taste according to his previous memory, and stretched his arms forward a little bit, wondering if he would be satisfied after eating, and would he let the other half of the cookie go.

Jiang An didn't answer, raised his arm to look at the time on the watch, stared at him, pulled the corners of his lips slightly, and there was a line on both sides of his narrowed jaw, and then he politely declined, as if just out of gentlemanly demeanor , just a casual question.

The biscuit has changed its shape, and it is still a whole piece when combined, but it does not seem to be as delicious as before.Bai San lowered his arms, frowning and staring at the cellophane in a daze.

The sound of footsteps drifted away.

When he was overwhelmed by the noise of the second hand, instruments, conversations, etc., he raised his head quickly, and saw Jiang An passing the corner of the stairs sideways for the last time, and the silver-painted handrail was blocked and revealed for a moment.

"I've wanted to pull this tooth out for a long time, but I don't feel much. I just got anesthesia, and I haven't passed it yet." Grandma said in a high voice, which could be heard clearly through two walls, "Okay, doctor, Then I'll come back for a follow-up visit in two months."

Bai San put the cookie in his pocket sullenly, and went back to the waiting room.

Grandma saw him in a blink of an eye, and immediately greeted him, "You said you child, I wouldn't have known if it hadn't been for the nurse. I really thought you were here to accompany me. Come on, grandma is waiting for you. If you have a broken tooth, it will be easier to eat tomorrow."

Bai San, who was still a little confused in his thoughts, was frightened for an instant, took a step back, clasped his hand on the door frame tightly, and his fingertips were bloodless.

"You have tooth decay?" Another kind-faced doctor said, pushing the glasses frame on the bridge of the nose.

Bai San bowed his head and said "hmm", took a few deep breaths, squeezed the cookie in his pocket, raised his breath and asked, "It's cured, it hurts...does it hurt?"

"It hurts! Hey, why did you get this disease at such a young age, what a pain!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Bai San shivered suddenly, his whole body turned cold.

"Fortunately, I'm young, so I can't remember the pain," the doctor looked pitifully, "I, although I have just come to the Department of Stomatology for a few days, my hands are relatively unfamiliar, and it is the first time for a patient to treat dental caries, and I am not very skilled in the business, but you Don't worry, life will last forever, this bit of pain is at best an appetizer."

"..."

Bai San exited the waiting room, huddled on the waiting chair and hugged the armrest tightly, no matter how the nurse explained how professional the doctor was, or tried to tease him to relieve his tension, he would not go in, firmly refused to go in.

"Grandma," Bai San grabbed the hem of his clothes and shivered, "I just came with you."

Grandma smiled, explained the situation at home to the doctors and nurses, and then left. The journey was safe and sound, and she entered the corridor. Before parting, she suddenly said, "The more delays, the more serious, no matter how afraid you are, you have to get medical treatment, right? My child."

Bai San nodded obediently, he understood the reason, but he was cowardly.

In the evening, he quickly finished the two question cards, and was sitting on the chair circling, shaking his head and memorizing the history, when he received a message from Lin Guangyin.

-remember your strawberry tart?If you don't eat it, it will taste bad! ! !

Bai San walked around slowly again, two semi-circular cookies were packed in a glass jar, the nurse's warning, and Jiang An's refusal of "I don't like sweets very much" are still vivid in my memory.

- Please eat.

He poked his finger on the keyboard lazily before sending, and Lin Guangyin replied a few voices in seconds, unbelievable, "What's the situation? Don't you like strawberry tarts? If you say give up, then give up, or do you have a new love——wait , Did you not go to the dentist?"

Bai San tried his best to explain what happened in the hospital today, he had never seen such an excessive person.

"So you were scared away."

-I'm not!I don't!

While the swivel chair was spinning, Bai San knocked out the second half of the sentence.

-The doctor who saw me last time is not here. He will not work until next Wednesday.

So he can be happy for many days again.

Lin Guangyin sent a long list of mushroom head 'I don't believe it, I don't believe it at all' emoticons.Bai San replied with an 'oh' slowly, remembering about the game.

- You should make an appointment with the person who plays mine, preferably in the morning, noon and evening, and play games while I eat.

Lin Guangyin came back with a goose smile, and said tremblingly: "As soon as he heard that it was your number, the grandson immediately became scared, and said that something happened during this period, take it easy, and come back next month. Brother is someone who has been here. It's just an excuse! I must have worked hard behind my back, for fear of dying too badly."

Not really, maybe something really happened.

Bai San looked at the dagger model lying quietly in the cotton box on the table, counted the time, and thought about the upcoming Tinder Cup winter competition, he opened the review outline, looked up at the dagger for a while, and read the knowledge points for a while. After a while, I couldn't help but want to raise my hand to touch the dagger.

Since the suspension of classes, he has never been on the battlefield, and his account has always remained in the exit record of 12 consecutive victories the day before the incident.

Whether it's victory or defeat, now Bai San is eager to return to the battlefield, the thought flashes by, and at the same time, a bottomless uneasiness arises.

Contrary to his mentality at school, he has plenty of time, but he can no longer play games carefree, even for a while.

He often fears that he will drop his studies, disappointing his parents' expectations. He is even more afraid that one day he will regret it, and the game he loves today will become an unacceptable existence tomorrow.

six days later.

Bai San entered the community hospital for the third time. He went downstairs 10 minutes before the door opened, but it was not too early. The two pairs of sofa seats in the waiting room of the stomatology department were already full, all of them were elderly people.

Facts have proved that Dr. Jiang is very reliable. There were not so many people in the stomatology department last time. Baisan automatically ignored the reason for the festival and reaffirmed his wise choice.

"--Hello."

"Hey, this time it's time to see the dentist." The nurse put down the materials, looked at him wrapped up like a small rice dumpling and nodded his head with a smile, "I said you have to come today, it's a bit late , have to wait in line for a while."

Bai San received the number plate, "Thank you."

The number 5 is a square magnet pulled from a small whiteboard standing by the wall, ugly.

The door of the treatment room was open, facing the desk. When he turned around, he stared at the ground tightly, not daring to glance at it. The shadow left by the sneak peek last time was still there, and Jiang An's reliability did not affect his fear.

There were no empty seats in the waiting room. Fortunately, there was a row of seats against the wall outside the door. Bai San walked out with a cool number plate in his hand. After a pause, he found that it was a little different from the last time he came. There was an extra seat in the middle of the wall. Four word banner.

Letter: Heaven rewards hard work.

The nurse said hello to Jiang An, 'I'm leaving for a while, go to the warehouse to get materials' and walked over, eyes bent, "How is the writing?"

At first glance, these words seem to be quite ordinary and feel nothing.

Bai San's own calligraphy is ugly, crooked, like grass growing in a mess, and he doesn't know anything about calligraphy. He can only distinguish between recognizable and unrecognizable, and he is not very good at evaluating.

On the contrary, the nurse's question was a bit interesting, and he said, "I don't understand, did you write it?"

Hearing this, the nurse was overjoyed and knocked on his head.

"I don't have this kind of level. It's Dr. Jiang's pen practice. The dean took advantage of his time to participate in the seminar a few days ago, and specially dug it out from home to give us decorations. The level of the director of the National Calligraphy Association, every department has it. Be generous."

The predecessor of the community hospital was the sales department, which only moved in in the summer. Not long after the various equipments were moved in, it was empty, and it was normal to decorate it with calligraphy.

Baisan came to buy medicine once, and happened to see the director and his party inspecting the department, and the director of the city's No. [-] Hospital was the same person, surnamed Jiang.Combined with what the nurse said, it turned out that he and Jiang An were father and son.

He covered his head that had been knocked, and before he understood it, he asked in a low voice: "What is the director of the National Calligraphy Association..."

"Chairman of the National Calligraphers Association."

"..."

I'm afraid it's a fake.

Empathizing with Bai San, he thought about his own words, pursed his lips, still very curious, and quietly asked: "Won't Dr. Jiang be shy when you see your own words hanging here?"

"You can go and ask." The nurse winked at the treatment room, "However, I don't think I will care. It turned out that the doctor who received the treatment was a female doctor. She was on maternity leave. Recently, Dr. Jiang came to help when there was no manpower available. If he stays for less than a week, the female doctor will not come with him next month."

"Oh."

He gave way to the new patient, and stared back at the writing on the wall for a while, still plain and unremarkable, without seeing any flowers.

After half a year, Bai San saw these four characters again in the calligraphy room on the river's bank. They were not gilded paper, and there was no crystal frame, with a few random creases on the corners.Suddenly he couldn't move his eyes away, and passed the sadness that was silent and simple.

The white cloth is sparse and bright, and the brush strokes are hot. Every painting is the spirit of the practitioner.

Patient [-] came out and Patient [-] entered the treatment room.

Bai San waited in a panic, as if the god of death was approaching step by step with a sickle.He took out his mobile phone and was messed up, impatient to look at everything, and wanted to turn around in circles with irritability, and finally searched Jiang An on the community forum, trying to find some messages from patients praising his medical skills to relieve his tension.

No such information.

Posts, blogs, webpages...there is no record about Jiang An at all, and he is at a loss. Even the cavemen will leave traces on the Internet, and Jiang An is not even as good as the cavemen!

Ten minutes later, Jiang An defeated the caveman, and Bai San found more than 10 academic papers by Jiang An on the Internet, all of which were published in SCI and reposted by others.

He was sitting outside the department facing the door, and he could see the situation inside at a glance.Number two didn't come out and was still in the consultation room.It felt like he had to wait for a long time. He wanted to go home, so he decided to come back in the afternoon, but he didn't want to give up, so he finally mustered up the courage to persist until now.

Some patients came to the stomatology department one after another. Some of them left when they saw a lot of people. Some chose to stay. They picked up their number plates and moved out the small stools in the corner to sit on. Bai San saw it just now. take.

The waiting room is not crowded at the moment, but it is not relaxed either.

Jiang An occasionally goes out of the treatment room to take out the materials he needs to use from the cabinet. He wears a medical mask and concentrates on his work. There is no doubt about it.

Number two goes out, number three goes in.

Soon, it was Bai San's turn, and he became nervous again, the corners of his clothes were crumpled, and he was trying to divert his attention by reading Jiang An's paper with his head down.

In addition to being difficult to understand, many professional words need to be checked on the spot, and the argument jumps from one point to another, which is richer than a checkers drawing.

Bai San was more dazed than he hadn't read it, and looked up again, and No. [-] had already entered, and he was next. When he realized this problem, he would be frightened for a while, whether it would hurt, or elated for a while, and he could go home after reading it. Sitting here with salted fish.

As time passed slowly, Bai San's heart beat faster and faster, as if it was about to pop out in the next second, a layer of sweat broke out in his palms, he stood up restlessly, walked into the bathroom quickly, turned on the faucet, and soaked his hands in cold water , self-suggestion to relax and relax...

When he came to the waiting room again, No. [-] had just come out, Bai San was relieved, he was not late, and no one was waiting, his chest heaved violently, he lowered his head and put down his rolled up sleeves, he was too anxious when he adjusted his mood and came from the bathroom just now.

The number plate felt much warmer to the touch now, he clenched it tightly in his hand, walked towards the treatment room with calm breathing, and stopped suddenly.

The person sitting at the desk stepped into the treatment room first, and Bai San heard the person enthusiastically talking about his situation and asking the price.

The square number plate was hard, and the four small corners sank into the palm of his hand. He reacted instantly and stretched out his fingers suddenly.

"Clap" sound.

The number plate fell to the ground, the sound was mixed with the conversation and laughter in the room, it was not unexpected, Bai San glanced at the four little red dots left in the palm of his hand, and squatted down to pick them up.

It's a bit like the state of waiting for the scores to come down after an exam, the calm before the storm.In any case, he can escape for a while, and he is happy at this time.

Bai San didn't wait outside the door again, he sweated all over from nervousness, took off his padded clothes, rolled up and sat in the waiting room with hugs.

The patients around you talk about family affairs, nothing more than their sons and sons-in-law, they are all very old people.Three or four young people and those leading the children were also looking down at their mobile phones.

Bai San touched the number plate, the four corners were actually not as sharp as imagined, they were round.With his head drooping and his chin resting on his clothes, he looked at the twists and turns of the wooden floor without moving, and wanted to go home.

It didn't take long for the man, and he left the treatment room quickly, still smiling, Bai San poked the corner of his mouth with two fingers, hoping that he could do the same.

He stood up, put the padded jacket in his arms on the small stool, turned around, and two figures, one large and one small, passed in front of him, and the childish voice said, "Uncle Jiang, I am here again, my mother praised me Brushing your teeth has been great recently!"

Bai San silently picked up the padded jacket, rubbed his cheeks, and squatted back on the small stool.

He put the number plate on the side of the armrest, with the number 5 facing up, so that it is easy to notice, everyone should know, the next one will be the next one, if it hurts, it hurts, he wants to go home.

When the child jumped out, Bai San was lying on the padded clothes in a daze. When he came back to his senses, he saw a person holding a No. 8 card walking towards the treatment room. He immediately wrinkled his face, got a little angry, and said fiercely to No. 8 : "Look, I'm ranked fifth, can you watch it later?"

No. 8 was not happy, "The mother and daughter on No. 7 came out, so it's me No. 8, why wait?"

The people around who chatted with No. 8 before echoed it.

"Isn't that right, where did you come from as number 5?"

"I've already finished reading the previous ones, or I just can't stay, and I won't queue."

"Can you count? Count on your fingers, is there a 7 after a 5, or an 8?"

"Hey, I remember you. Didn't you have something to go out just now? Didn't you stop waiting? Anyway, we've been waiting for so long, and it's just us. If you wait a little longer, it will only be an hour."

Each of them passed the door when they entered the waiting room, and they could be seen even in the room, Bai San didn't feel that he had popped out.He kept guarding the number plate, and went to the bathroom in the middle, but it should be understandable that people have three urgencies.

He didn't interrupt anyone, and waited quietly for them to finish speaking, but one sentence after another, it seemed that he was talking more and more.

"Looking at how young she is, how she behaves in a sneaky way, she wants to jump in line to see her teeth."

"I can't wait. The next one must be me. I still have a lot of things waiting at home."

"Yeah, whose time is not time? Since you have to line up, line up well, so that it will be difficult for any of us."

"She's 8, he's 9, she's 10, and I'm 11. Anyway, it's just like this. Don't even think about joining this team."

Bai San remained silent, he had a large set of rhetoric, he could explain every question perfectly, and he was also a little disappointed that he didn't want to talk.

There was a sound of footsteps behind him, it was very familiar, his lost attention was replaced, his mind was empty and he was in a daze.

The moment Jiang An appeared, the waiting room suddenly stopped, as if the pause button had been pressed.He looked the same as usual, and his voice softened, "Put down your clothes."

No one moved rashly, after a while, Bai San realized that he was saying to himself, his heart shrank, and the padded jacket fell on the small stool with a thud, lying on his stomach in a miserable state.

He moved his fingers, but they didn't curl up. He felt that Jiang An was angry with his intuition. It wasn't obvious, but it was a little bit, so it's better to lie on his stomach.

"Put back the waiting sign."

Under Jiang An's gaze, Bai San picked up No. 5, learned how to walk again, and obediently pasted it on the whiteboard.He felt that Jiang An's tone was not a request, but more like an order.

He also regretted wearing this sweater very much today. The 'angry bear' print on the back would undoubtedly increase Jiang An's anger and make him look very childish.

The number plate is seamlessly returned to the position between 4 and 6.

Jiang An gave a low "hmm", "Is there something urgent?"

Bai San subconsciously touched the phone, stopped in mid-air, he shivered suddenly, retracted and held his hand, shaking his head.

"Follow in."

At this time, there was no sound, and the people around seemed to disappear, and those words no longer existed.

The wind was blowing again outside the window, very light.

Bai San followed Jiang An step by step like a limp little tail.

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