Out of place

Cheng Boyan's alarm clock has been retired since One Two Three Four Splash.

In the morning, he opened his eyes amidst the heart-piercing voices of the poppers. He stretched, got out of bed, walked to the window, pulled the curtains, made a pistol with his fingers, and bang bang on the opposite balcony. Bang Bang fired four shots, then turned to wash.

While brushing his teeth, his mother called. Cheng Boyan answered the phone and pressed the speakerphone.

"Are you up?" Mom asked.

"Well, brushing your teeth." Cheng Boyan said with a mouthful of toothpaste foam in his mouth.

"Open the window to ventilate the air. I've covered it all night," my mother pointed out to him. "Today's air index is excellent."

"Oh." Cheng Boyan looked outside, the sky was cloudy, the snow was still falling, and it was cold, but he still opened the window according to his mother's instructions.

The window on this side is parallel to the bedroom window. As soon as it was opened, the screams of one, two, three, and four suddenly became louder.

"Do you make soymilk?" Mom was stunned, "This soymilk machine is not good quality, why is there such a sound, beware of explosion."

"I haven't bought a soymilk maker yet," Cheng Boyan spat out the toothpaste foam, "This is the parrot from the opposite building."

"It's too noisy..." Mom sighed, and then raised her voice, "Didn't I tell you to buy a soymilk maker? It's been a month since I told you I haven't bought one? Nutrition should be balanced and comprehensive, breakfast is so important..."

"I'll buy it after get off work today," Cheng Boyan said quickly, "I'll buy it after get off work, I promise."

"If you're busy, I'll just buy one and take it away. Yesterday your aunt brought some fresh Dendrobium officinale, and I just took it to you together." Mom said.

"Why do I want that?" Cheng Boyan sighed.

"Enhance immunity. You are busy with work all day long, and your life has no rules. You go to bed late and get up early. Eating something every day is good for your health..."

"Got it," Cheng Boyan interrupted his mother, the feeling of having a nutritionist at home is hard to describe, "I'll go get it after work today, don't run away."

"It's because I'm afraid I'll see you in a mess in the past." Mom smiled.

In fact, Cheng Boyan felt that his current situation was quite rare among single men.

Thanks to the various obsessive-compulsive disorders bestowed by his mother, his room is clean and tidy, and his hands are wiped with disinfectant when he enters the door. When he goes out, his clothes are put in a separate cabinet. Horrible food made according to my mother's various nutritional recipes with my own craftsmanship comparable to that of a poison master...

Cheng Boyan went out after breakfast. The breakfast was a pot of miscellaneous bean porridge cooked with all kinds of beans and barley. It was very nutritious, and the taste was... the taste cooked by his craft really has a long aftertaste.

Cheng Boyan was in the inpatient department this morning and went out to the clinic in the afternoon. The schedule was quite tight.

When passing by the toilet, I bumped into Dr. Li from the radiology department. After saying hello, Dr. Li stopped him: "Xiao Cheng, didn't you say that the patient with a fracture came to take an X-ray yesterday? Why didn't you come?"

"Huh?" Cheng Boyan was stunned, "Didn't come? The injury is quite serious, and I think I will be hospitalized."

"Yeah, I didn't come. The three who came later didn't have broken bones." Dr. Li said.

Really touch porcelain?

Cheng Boyan was suddenly a little depressed. Now, the people who touch porcelain are more dedicated than the other. When they get hurt, they quickly go to the street to find the sufferer. Before coming to the hospital, they may be wronged a few times. In the end, they can pass the hospital without entering, no, Go to the hospital without treatment...

He remembered that Zhan Hongtu's confused and innocent eyes, and that well-behaved "Brother", his acting skills are not bad!

Let's show the grand plan, let's show the grand plan of Porcelain!

Depressed is quite depressed, but when he changed his clothes and went to check the wards, Cheng Boyan couldn't help thinking about it, it was precisely Zhan Hongtu's injury.

I don’t know how many days a job is like for Pengci. It’s not difficult to recover from a simple fracture of the fibula, but it’s always like jumping and jumping on the street with one leg and crashing into a car. If the displacement is serious, it's hard to say.

"Good morning, Doctor Cheng." Someone next to him called him.

Cheng Boyan turned his head and saw a little girl in the ward leaning on the bedside to greet him. This little girl is 17 years old and has been here for a week.

"Morning," he smiled and walked in: "How do you feel today?"

"It still hurts," the little girl frowned, pointing to her thigh, "it's near the knee, is it bone cancer?"

"This will only be confirmed after a biopsy tomorrow," Cheng Boyan looked at her, "Have a good rest, when will your mother come?"

"I've come here, go buy me a magazine," the little girl said with a smile, lowering her eyes again, "Doctor Cheng."

"Huh?" Cheng Boyan looked at a chinchilla beside her bed.

"It's bone cancer." The little girl raised her head and shook her phone. "I checked, and it looks very similar."

Cheng Boyan twitched in his heart, bent down and took her mobile phone and put it on the bedside table next to him, and said with a smile: "I can find out why I need a doctor, and have a good rest. Director Liang will come to talk to you today. He is very experienced. rest assured."

The little girl nodded with a smile and said nothing.

The patient first considered osteosarcoma of the lower end of the left femur, perfected various preoperative examinations and preparations, and performed an incisional biopsy of the tumor in the lower segment of the left femur to confirm the diagnosis.

This is what the little girl's attending doctor wrote on the ward round record.

Osteosarcoma, this is the name that made Cheng Boyan aware of malignant tumors for the first time in his life, and it is also the one that he remembers most deeply.

Every time he sees these three words, he feels uncomfortable for a while.

Following the director's ward rounds, reporting, writing medical records, and talking to a few patients, it was almost noon, and Cheng Boyan felt his calf swell, so he sat on a chair and lifted his legs to move around.

He still ate quite a lot when eating. He felt that the most enjoyable thing he ate every day was the food in the hospital cafeteria. Compared with the food he made by himself, it was a feast.

After taking a casual break for 10 minutes at noon, he started to get busy again. It was not until before leaving get off work that Cheng Boyan took the time to take out his mobile phone and read the text message he received two hours ago.

Set aside time this weekend to wait for the call.

The mobile phone is the news of the class reunion, the small circle in high school, seven or eight people, once a year, every year is very punctual.

Anyway, I started to make appointments in advance, and then there are basically various gatherings, relatives, friends and classmates, those from other places are coming back, and those from the local area are going back to their hometown.

Eat eat eat, drink drink drink.

Fat and fat.

He wanted to reply quickly, but he was dazed and deleted it. When he wanted to reply again, the next patient walked into the consulting room.

"Doctor," an uncle came in, sat down with his arms on his waist, and put a film and medical records on his desk, "I've been here before, can you show me this film?"

"Let me see." Cheng Boyan took a small waist pillow from the side and put it on the uncle's back.

"I sneezed while holding a basin of water yesterday, and when I stretched it, it hurt so badly that my legs hurt and I couldn't move." The uncle told the illness again.

"Look, your three, four, five joints are protruding, and the lumbar intervertebral disc is bulging. The pain in your leg should be due to the pressure on the nerve..." Cheng Boyan explained to the uncle.

"Then what should I do? How should I treat it?" The uncle frowned and asked, "Do you need surgery?"

"You have no indication for surgery..." Cheng Boyan shook his head, "You have to go to our physiotherapy department for treatment."

"No surgery?" The uncle seemed a little disappointed.

"Why do you still want to have surgery?" Cheng Boyan smiled.

"They have to surround and serve me during every operation," the uncle clicked his tongue, "I'll enjoy it."

"That's why," Cheng Boyan said while writing in the medical record, "It's the same when you do physical therapy, tell them, the doctor said, pick up the car and drop off, don't do any work, all you have to eat and drink waiting."

"Okay! I'll just say that!" The uncle patted his leg.

"Don't move so violently, you have to take your time." Cheng Boyan said.

After the uncle left, Cheng Boyan checked the time, stood up and moved around a few times, and then looked outside the clinic. There were no patients anymore.

get off work.

He changed his clothes, poured a large glass of cold water, and walked out of the consulting room.

As soon as he walked out of the hospital gate, snowflakes fell from the sky. Cheng Boyan pulled his scarf and trotted into the parking lot.

The radio in the car told him sadly that the road home was blocked for almost one kilometer.

After thinking about it for a while, he turned on another road and went back to grandma's house, which was not so congested.

He listened to the radio all the way, wondering what to eat for dinner.

I'm a little tired today, and I really don't want to go back and do it.

beef noodles?Barbecued pork rice?Bean porridge?No, I just ate miscellaneous bean porridge this morning...Single spicy hot pot?Hot and sour powder?Bean porridge?Why is there miscellaneous bean porridge again, so unpalatable...Zhajiangmian?Biscuits?Mixed beans... porridge?Bean porridge?Bean porridge?Bean porridge?miscellaneous……

"Hey!" Cheng Boyan slapped the steering wheel irritably, this thing is like a single cycle in the brain, once it starts, it can't stop, and the mind is full of miscellaneous bean porridge.

There was a traffic jam in front of him. While waiting, he took his mobile phone and dialed his grandma's number: "Grandma, have you eaten yet?"

"Eat," Grandma yelled loudly, "You're off work? Don't you have a place to eat? Come here and Grandma will make it for you!"

"I'll get there in about half an hour." Cheng Boyan smiled, and looked again. It didn't look like a normal traffic jam ahead, but a crowd of people.

After hanging up the phone, he got out of the car and walked two steps to see what was going on.

A red car was parked in the right lane, and a little further ahead was the zebra crossing, and a group of people stood on the zebra crossing and shouted.

The blocked cars began to pile up, and some people didn't know what was going on in front of them, so they honked their horns.

Hit someone?

Or...probably stimulated by Zhang Hongtu before, Cheng Boyan's first reaction was, hit someone?Touch porcelain?

He didn't like to join in the fun, and he didn't like to meddle in his own business, but when he was about to turn around and get back into the car, a very eye-catching face entered his field of vision.

Mohawk's dry head, a Band-Aid under the corner of his eye.

Big picture? !

Cheng Boyan hesitated for two seconds, then walked over there.

Different from the calm and well-behaved one in the hospital that day, the impatient expression of Zhan Hongtu in front of him was full of gangsters, and with the help of a few people nearby, he was not very easy to provoke.

The driver was a woman in her twenties who looked restless surrounded by the crowd.

In addition to the rush of the cars behind, before Cheng Boyan could get to the side, she grabbed a handful of money from her bag and threw it in front of those people, shouting: "Take it! Get out of the way! Get out of the way!"

Cheng Boyan was stunned for a moment, and another one was so startled and terrified that he was so entangled that he finally paid for it to stop.

He stopped, went back to the car and opened the door. If he knew this girl, he might teach her a lesson about the bad consequences of touching and conniving.

idle.

Xiang Xi didn't see Cheng Boyan outside the crowd, and they had to evacuate quickly after taking the money, in case the sufferer reacted and called the police.

He put his arm on Mantou's shoulders and jumped to the small alley next to him. Mantou pushed out a battery car from the entrance of the alley. He sat on Mantou and patted Mantou: "Drive."

"Where are you going?" Mantou drove the car out, "Go to the hospital? Didn't Uncle Ping tell you to go to the hospital today?"

"Internet cafe." Xiang Xi said.

"What?" Mantou tilted his head, "You must be sick!"

"I've always been sick, and it's not just today." Xiang Xi pressed the band-aid on the corner of his eye, "Let's go."

"Xiao Zhan," Mantou stopped insisting on going to the hospital, shrank his neck, and drove over to the Internet cafe, "You are the best model I have ever seen, living a day is a day, and you still refuse to live a good life. "

"How many people have you met? Just on the street in Wodawali. Including the dead, how many people have you met..." Xiang Xi said, "They all live worse than dogs, and they are living well."

Mantou opened his mouth, took a mouthful of wind, and did not speak again.

After soaking in the Internet bar until midnight, Xiang Xi stood up and jumped to leave, his legs felt uncomfortable, and he couldn't even play happily.

The two of them went back to Dawali against the old north wind in the middle of the night. There was a big hole at the street corner, and they had to get out of the car and walk over it. The hole had been there for two or three years, and no one cared about it. Every time Xiang Xi passed by, he had to study it. Take a look, how much wider, how much deeper, to witness the growth of this pit.

Today he looked at it as usual, and there was not much change. Just as he was about to walk in, a black shadow suddenly moved by the wall.

Xiang Xi was taken aback, and before he could cry out, his injured leg was hugged.

"Fuck!" He yelled, trying to pull his leg out, but the man hugged him tightly, and his leg was so painful that he couldn't make any effort, "You must have taken the wrong medicine!"

After the man showed his face from the darkness, Xiang Xi could see clearly that this was the tenant of the house next door. He had lived here for almost a year. I didn't have the strength to do it anymore, but I was still sucking persistently.

When the mantou threw the car and was about to come to help, Xiang Xi slapped the man in the face, he let go, and fell on the snow.

"Damn unlucky!" Xiang Xi cursed.

"I'll freeze to death if I lie here tonight," Mantou said.

"Damn it," Xiang Xi frowned, "Do you think he's still alive like that?"

When he woke up the next morning, Xiang Xi heard someone chatting outside the window, and that person was really dead.

As for whether it was cold, poisoned or...the one who was slapped to death by myself, I don't know, and no one cares. This topic will not be brought up again until noon at most.

When Xiang Xi washed his hands, he washed his hands seriously.

When he put on his coat, Uncle Ping held a teapot and asked, "Where are you going?"

"Hospital." Xiang Xi said.

"Didn't go yesterday?" Uncle Ping stared at him, "If the bones are not connected, others should say that I don't love you anymore."

"If you can't pick up yesterday, you won't be able to pick up." Xiang Xi opened the door.

Erpan stood outside the door and was about to come in when he saw him sneer: "If you can't catch it, you can't catch it, I'll be with you Mantou brother."

Xiang Xi glanced at him, and hooked the corners of his mouth: "That's all you have."

Before he slammed the door and left, he heard Erpan enter the room and say loudly to Uncle Ping, "Why keep such a barbed thing! Something will happen sooner or later!"

Xiang Xi spat on the ground, he was not afraid of Er Pan, when he was picked up by Uncle Ping, Er Pan didn't know where he was swindling.

What made him a little bit concerned was Uncle Ping's silence after the second set.

The only reason why Uncle Ping was silent was that Er Pan had spoken his mind.

But Xiang Xi doesn't care, he has seen too many coming and going.

The world is so big and there are so many people. In this way of living that many people can't even imagine, who would care what happens to someone who is disgusting.

So I have nothing to say.

People sometimes just live an "existence".

There were a lot of people in the hospital. Xiang Xi didn't expect that there would be so many people in the orthopedics department. He fell asleep watching the silent TV on the bench for two rounds before finally hearing his name.

Big picture.Fourth consulting room.

He stood up and entered the fourth consulting room.

Cheng Boyan was stunned when he looked up and saw the patient coming in from outside the door. The man smiled at him: "The doctor looks familiar, have you seen it?"

"Aren't you going to lie down today?" Cheng Boyan couldn't describe his feelings.

"That's what you said," Zhan Hongtu sat down on the chair, his voice was a little low, "Who wants to lie all over the street, it's such a cold day."

"It's been a long time for you to touch porcelain." Cheng Boyan glanced at his frozen red fingers, "Fill up the trouser legs, let me see."

"Brother, don't say that, I don't want to... My dad is sick," Zhan Hongtu lowered his eyelids and sighed softly, slowly picked up his trouser legs, "I can't just watch him die."