river bank, river bank

There are lattice windows against the wall of the treatment room. The white frames are plain and the glass is clear. On days when you don’t long for snow, the light coming in creates the softness of the mist.

It was the appearance in Baisan's memory many years later.

But now, the treatment room is more terrifying than the green pepper feast.

The gray sky is full of gray light, and the white scattered world is full of gray eyes.

He shrank his neck and moved slowly towards the treatment room, as if he had left this world, and every time he took a small step, he was greeted with a handful of muddy soil.

You shouldn't be so afraid.

Many people asked, but Bai San didn't know how to answer.

As far back as he could remember, he couldn't help resisting the hospital, which surprised him.When I was in elementary school, I would rather get up an hour earlier and walk four kilometers more in a circle to go to school than go through the hospital, even if the original journey was only 5 minutes.

After entering junior high school, he got a little better. He can walk with his mind free, but he never sees a doctor when he has a fever and allergies.

The director of the Children's Welfare Institute said that he had been to the hospital when he was very young. At that time, his parents had an accident and lay in the ICU for two months, and he stayed with him for two months.It's just that I couldn't stay.

The dean also said that the psychological trauma suffered by a person in his childhood will follow and affect his whole life, and it will never be possible to recover.When the neurons in the hippocampus are underdeveloped, the body cannot form long-term memories, and what is recorded is the soul.

Sometimes, the childhood memories that really happened and learned from other people's mouths are very strange to him, just like another person's life.

So now, he is very innocent.

But when the breath of Lysol in the air kept pouring in, drowning his neck and enveloping his heart, he was clearly aware of the instinctive panic that he couldn't resist.

The door was facing a treatment bed. Bai San had studied it quietly on the door frame before, and knew that the patient would lie on it. The doctor used the light to facilitate observation, and at the same time he treated with the equipment on the other part of the operating table.

Without waiting for Jiang An to speak, without hesitation, he quickly walked to the treatment bed, lay down on the bed with a blank expression, pulled the lamp to the top of his head, folded his hands on his stomach, and looked at the ceiling.

For a second, for two seconds, he thought about the series of actions on the surface and secretly evaluated them.

——This gentleman in the bear sweater is very self-aware!

——I know how to do it without anyone asking, and I look like a familiar hand who often goes to the hospital. I have never experienced any catastrophe. I don’t care about minor injuries and pains. brave!

——The most important thing is to adjust the position of the lamp thoughtfully. Although it is a little effort, it is also a thought. When we are going to be treated later, we must minimize the pain of Mr. Bear as much as possible!

Until Bai San repeated the false comfort for the seventh time, Jiang An didn't come over, and there was the sound of conversation coming from the waiting room, a group of people chattering, not clear, as if wrapped in a majestic wave, not deep enough. The bottomless sea is surging.

During the waiting time, his mind became more and more disordered, his senses were terribly sharp, and the slightly hard treatment table under him was like a chopping board, and no fish could escape.

He couldn't help shrinking a bit, didn't dare to move, adjusted his breathing slightly, let go of all the strength in his body, the numbness had already risen from his feet, and slowly spread, the muscles in his calf were still tense, and he was shaking indistinctly. trembling.

Where did Jiang An go, what was he doing, why didn't he come over... Bai San's manicured fingernails were pressing on the back of his left hand, and after a while there were red marks.

At this time, there was a sound of water flowing.

Bai San was stunned. After a few seconds, he realized that Jiang An was washing his hands. His heart sank, and he was suddenly not in a hurry. He could see the dentist later, but he didn't really want to see it.

There was a row of bottles and cans on the operating table, and two pointed silver instruments. Bai San took a breath and didn't dare to take a closer look. He tilted his neck and looked out of the window.

From a low angle, he saw a neat window of a residential building with oak-colored walls and paint. He found the location of his home, a window with a sunny doll hanging on it.

A little pleasantly surprised, Bai Sanwo rubbed the tips of his ears on the treatment table, and then his eyes wandered back to the tooth care tips posted in the center of the wall, the closed door leading to another treatment room on the left, and the two corners of the wall. Column Ceramic White Storage Cabinet...

Ignoring the operating desk and security guards, this is an ordinary room. He held his stomach and let out a long sigh of relief, completely relaxing.

Rub up, move down.

Move around.

Finally, he chose a comfortable position and prepared for activities before going to bed. When ordering sheep, Jiang An walked over wearing a medical mask and a white coat.

He is tall and tall, covering half of the window in an instant, as if he has repeatedly operated the instrument thousands of times, he raises his hand casually, leisurely, and the transparent round buttons on the cuffs glow slightly.

"Which tooth?"

The lighting suddenly turned on, the treatment table rose slowly, and the instrument made a deep humming sound, and finally stopped at the boundary line flush with the edge of the cabinet.

Bai San's eyes were wide open, and he was so frightened when the treatment table was raised that he almost jumped off. He shrank his neck suddenly, his ears pricked up like a rabbit, and his face was full of embarrassment.

It took a while for the sound of the instrument to disappear before he slowly got out of the blank state of his mind, blinked his eyes, bit his lower lip almost to the skin, and faltered out a sound.

"Ah?"

Why does the treatment bed still move...it's terrible.

It's understandable that he didn't hear Jiang An's words clearly. Bai San didn't expect that the treatment table would be such a big monster, and he was still lying on top of the big monster.

Exciting and sad.

Jiang An didn't speak again, and there was the occasional sound of damp equipment being wiped from the console.Bai San's drooping head lifted slightly, then drooped down in an instant, covering a lock of hair that curled up and circled, trying his best to save himself.

His eyes were full of Jiang An's hands, his slender fingers matched the delicate equipment, like a cold blade out of its sheath, which made people feel awe.

"look up."

"Open your mouth."

"Turn your head a little bit."

"do not move."

One instruction and one movement, Bai San stared blankly at the ceiling, the things reflected in his eyes seemed to be nothing, as if he could not see them, his brain had no intention of receiving them, and his attention was all focused on his teeth.

Jiang An poked his head into the entrance mirror and looked down, his fingers flitted across his chin, and they left as soon as he touched it, Bai San was suddenly distracted, his hands on his stomach were tightly clenched, his fingertips were cold, it seemed that he was still chilling .

On the other hand, Jiang An's fingertips were dry and warm, like a lazy day melting the winter snow in Beicheng.

He knew it with a glance at Jiang An, he put down the mouth mirror, got up and went to the locker to get a new mouth box.

Bai San let out his strength in an instant, his whole body was listless, his hand hurt when he moved it, he looked up and found that the back of his left hand was red, it was all buttoned out of his patience and panic just now, he pulled his cuff sullenly, covering his deep Red imprint.

Taking advantage of Jiang An's back to the treatment table, without noticing, Bai San quickly raised his hand to touch the corners of his eyes, it's all right, luckily, his face is still there.

He resumed the old monk's trance-like state again, staring up at the ceiling. Jiang An didn't say whether it was serious or how to treat it. He just did it. He had many question marks in his heart, but he didn't dare to ask.

Afraid to know the treatment process dare not cure.When Jiang An was working, he was very serious, he didn't talk much, and he didn't talk about irrelevant things, so he was too embarrassed to interrupt.

But now it's different from seeing the teeth just now, Baisan's teeth are sore, and his nose is also sore, he can feel Jiang An holding the cotton ball with tweezers, touching the cavity of the tooth.

Anxiety reached its peak at this moment.

His eye sockets were warm, and his body trembled uncontrollably. He didn't know if Jiang An had noticed, but with his mouth open, the cotton ball was still being slowly and forcefully pushed into the cavity.

Fear is like a dark and lightless corridor, and all kinds of silent emotions are long.

When the tweezers were withdrawn from his mouth, Bai San hadn't recovered yet, his chest was heaving violently. Seeing Jiang An standing up, he opened his mouth, and before he could say "pain" with a hint of cowardice, he met Jiang An's eyes.

He froze, eyes moistened.

Bitter, the taste of the medicine in the mouth is extremely bitter.

"Come to change the dressing next Wednesday." Jiang An picked up the green medical pad around his neck, folded it, put it in the mouth box, and handed it to him.

Bai San subconsciously took it with both hands, still immersed in the fear just now, his raised hair was hanging down, and he was numb.

After a while, he slowed down, rubbed his reddish eye sockets, and said in a crying voice, "Doctor Jiang, can I go now?"

Jiang An answered in the affirmative, lowering his eyes slightly, "Come forward, use the other tooth for eating."

Bai San nodded vigorously, feeling unbelievable that he could leave so easily. He thought it was a proposition, but it turned out to be a point.

He jumped off the treatment table, looked up at Jiang An, was about to speak, but suddenly froze, remembering the horrifying experience of administering the medicine just now, quietly and carefully stepped back two steps, raised his sleeves to wipe away the tears on his cheeks, the next second the cuffs Another mess, he cried and bowed solemnly to thank him.

Jiang An took off his mask and smiled lightly. Bai San felt that what he saw this time should be a real smile. Unlike before, there were thousands of bright lights in his eyes.

When the corners of his lips were raised, his lower jaw retracted, and his outline became sharper and crisper, making him look fierce. Bai San recalled the fear a minute ago again and wanted to run away.He kicked and almost fell to the ground. Fortunately, he supported the cabinet and barely stopped.

"Can I still go?" Jiang An paused, put the used equipment into the oscillator to soak, and raised his eyebrows.

Bai San turned his head slowly, his legs were weak, but he wanted to save face, he stammered and answered in a low voice, "Maybe it's low, low blood sugar, I'll just go home, it's very close."

"Go to the treatment room next door to sit for a while, and then go when you feel better."

Bai San let out an "Oh" and moved over in small steps against the wall. The two treatment rooms were decorated the same, except that they had no windows. They should be used by another doctor.

He didn't close the door, just covered it lightly, slumped on the office chair and fell into autism.

The medicine is so bitter.

When can I go.

How about the school.

Dr. Jiang helped me again.

Dr Jiang would be great if he wasn't a horrible dentist.

Doctor Jiang's calm and deep voice came from the other side of the wall, "Candy?"

Bai San shook his head violently, suspecting that he was hallucinating, he held his breath and listened carefully to the sound outside the door, but it didn't sound again, and he was a little unwilling.

He walked over lightly, tilted his head and lay behind the door, revealing a pair of eyes that were trying to open wide.

Suddenly there was a can of candy on the locker, the candies were colorful and printed with patterns of small animals.His eyes lit up, and a desire for sweets suddenly arose in his heart that he hadn't eaten for hundreds of years.

"Doctor Jiang," he poked his head out, his voice soft and soft, "I want to eat Xiao Huang Ji."

Jiang An looked up at him, and threw a piece of mango-flavored jelly candy with a little yellow painted on it.

call out--

Bai San seems to have caught a falling star.

He held it tightly in his hand, not daring to use force, for fear of squeezing the sugar wrapped in it, and he didn't want to eat it right away, he wanted to hide it in his dream.He watched helplessly as Jiang An sanitized the instruments, glanced at the candy, and at Jiang An.

Take a look at the candy and the river bank.

"... Is the little tiger delicious?" When he passed by the door in Jiang'an, he stretched out his hand with red ears and gently tugged at the corner of his clothes, "Doctor Jiang."

Jiang An stopped in front of the door and narrowed his eyes slightly. His eye sockets were deep and his eyes were long and narrow. When he focused on people, he felt like a smile that wasn't a smile.Bai San slowly lowered his head, looked at the ground, his mouth was full, it smelled of bitter medicine, his arms shook slightly.

"Try it." Jiang An's lips curved slightly, and he put the little tiger jelly candy in his palm, "Up to two a day, remember to brush your teeth."

Bai San rubbed his head against the door happily, if there is a tail, it must be wagging at this moment.

The author has something to say:

It's a short story, I don't plan to write a long one, I have a lot of troubles recently, the update is uncertain, it is recommended to grow fat