The second marriage of the stars

"Doudou, what are you doing here?" At night, Xingzhao woke up and found that his son was not with him. He thought he was going to the bathroom and didn't care. He didn't come back for a long time, so he went to see if there was anyone in the bathroom.Feeling tense, he quickly turned on the light, searched up and down, and found that the little guy sneaked into the ward at some point and was guarding the homeless man, wiping his chapped lips with a cotton swab dipped in water.

"Will he die?" The son raised his small head and asked worriedly.

The word death is a bit too cruel for a six-year-old child, Xing Zou doesn't know how to promise him, because he is just a doctor, not a god, he can only heal the sick and the wounded but not bring the dead back to life.This person was seriously injured, and he had not received good treatment. His condition deteriorated rapidly and he had a fever again. The situation was not optimistic.

"Father, save him, it's so pitiful." He stretched out his tender little hand, and gently touched the scar on the man's face through the air: "If he dies, Doudou will be very sad."

My son has always been full of sympathy, and he can cry for three days if he raises a chicken.Worried that he would be sad, Xing Hao hugged his small body tightly, and comforted him softly: "It will be fine, I promise. Now you go back to sleep, Dad will watch him, and the fever will definitely subside tomorrow morning. If not, we will send He went to the hospital, there are many powerful doctors in the hospital, they will definitely cure him."

"But I want to be here." He looked at the man, then at his father pleadingly: "Just for a while, okay?"

Not understanding why his always obedient son was so difficult today, Xing Hao sighed and looked at his watch, it was 05:30 in the morning.Forget it, just treat him as waking up extra early.

"Then you wait here for a while, and I'll make you breakfast." The man's face was densely packed with scars, covering the right side of his face and extending to his neck. fear.Perhaps children should not be exposed to this kind of burn patients, as the overly direct images may leave a psychological shadow.But Doudou was not afraid, and showed patience and meticulous care of the injured that he didn't usually have. Xingzhao was very relieved, so he let him go.

He walked into the kitchen only to realize that there was nothing in the refrigerator.

"There is nothing left, so what should I do?" The host was so busy that he forgot to go to the vegetable market and said to himself holding two onions that were not suitable for breakfast. Dip the onion in water, add shredded ginger and shallots, and make it into a side dish.However, the spicy and stimulating food was too challenging for Doudou. He only took a small bite and refused to pick up another chopstick.

Xing Zai had no choice but to add sugar to the porridge, and coaxed him to drink a bowl.

"If you want casserole noodles, you need to add meat." It was almost dawn, and the sound of the door opening of the shop next door made Doudou smile.

Knowing that my cooking skills are mediocre and I am busy with work, I have wronged my children all these years.Not to mention delicious food, sometimes you can’t even eat hot meals. Regarding this, Xingzhao feels very guilty, so he doesn’t restrict people when eating: “Go, go to the street corner Wangji to eat, adding squid and ham sausage is delicious. Yes, but don’t waste it, order as much as you eat. Also, tell Uncle Wang that I will pay for it later.”

The neighbors on the street are familiar with each other, and it’s okay to pay on credit. The reason why the child is not given money is that he might spend it on the way to buy other strange and unnecessary things.

Sending his son out, Xing Zhui thought it was time to open a shop, but because the homeless were admitted, the treatment room was still in a mess and there was no time to clean it up.He sighed, went in to clean up, threw the soiled cotton swabs, gauze bandages into the trash can, and wiped the disinfectant.Many people think that doctors are obsessed with cleanliness, but in fact, most nurses are obsessed with cleanliness, but doctors, especially surgeons, are sloppy to death, including the owner of this clinic of course.

"I'm so exhausted, I'm really not good at housework." Maybe it was because of the loud complaints, the man on the hospital bed opened his eyes slightly, and half propped himself up to look at him.

"Are you awake?" When I turned around, I found that the man was staring at me intently from behind, his gaze was like a torch, and even the calmest person would be shocked: "It's okay, take your temperature first. I will check your blood later." , if the blood count goes down, you’ll be fine, your white blood cells were high yesterday, which means the inflammation is serious.”

It was a look that was enough to make people panic, like wanting to strip him naked, sharp and direct, but not aggressive, more like the feeling of longing for something and finally getting it.Xing Hao was a little out of breath, and it took a few seconds to realize that he was my patient, so there was nothing to be afraid of.He collected himself and took the thermometer over, but the man didn't cooperate, grabbed his hand and yelled, not knowing what to say.

"Can you hear me?" If the deaf-mute is really troublesome, unable to communicate.But the man seemed to be able to hear the voice, he nodded, pointed at himself, then at Xingzhao, and smiled.

"Can you write?" Nodding.

That would be easy, Xing Zou first did a routine inspection for the homeless, and then found a pen and paper: "Tell me your name, where you live, who else is in the family, and how can I contact your relatives. Don't worry , I will save you the treatment fee here, so don’t worry about money.”

I don't remember anything - so the man wrote.

Amnesia?After all, real life is not a novel or a TV series. How can there be so many ups and downs in the plot and patients who lose their memory at every turn!

Although I have doubts in my heart, it is inconvenient to continue to question. After all, this person has been wandering for a long time, so he must not trust anyone.If you force him to interrogate him, you will probably have a strong resistance, and you will not say anything in the end.He thought for a while, and changed his tone more gently: "Then which city did you stay in before, how did you get here, do you remember these? Your injury is very serious, if you have any trouble, please tell me, maybe I can help you .”

Forget—this time there are only two words, and no other questions will be answered.It's useless to ask again, anyway, I just don't remember anything, or the answer is ambiguous, so I have to give up.

Today I need to continue to rehydrate, and the antibiotics can't be stopped. After feeding the homeless and eating breakfast, Xing Xiao went to dispense the medicine.While he was busy, he speculated about the man's past, and he couldn't take his eyes off the small notebook for writing; when he was dealing with the wound, he felt that this man was not an ordinary farmer. A person who is pampered and pampered, even rarely exposed to the sun; even so, this body is not thin, with strong and well-proportioned muscles covering the whole body. This is not done by hard work, but sculpted little by little through systematic training in the gym He has a perfect body shape; looking at his writing again, he can write powerfully and swiftly, obviously he has been practiced, and it can be seen from his vocabulary that he has been well educated.

So, what happened to bring such a person here?

"You need to drink more water now to speed up blood circulation and reduce the burden on the kidneys to excrete medicine." Bringing a large glass of warm boiled water on the bedside table, Xing Xiao carefully took out a whistle.This is Doudou's toy, but it can be put to great use now: "I'm just outside, I have something to blow this up, and I'll come here right away."

Seeing that he was about to leave, the man grabbed him. Although he didn't yell out, Xingzhao read these two words from the shape of his mouth - don't go.

"Don't be afraid, you are safe with me, you don't have to worry about anything." Thinking that the man was not at ease, he sat down and comforted him patiently.Just as he was talking, Doudou came back after eating and drinking, holding a plastic bag in his hand, which contained about two catties of green fresh live shrimp, some of which were still moving: "Look, Dad, The shrimp that Uncle Xiaolin bought for me must be delicious."

"Little rascal, you took advantage of others again, did you say thank you? I'm going to help Uncle Xiaolin sell camellia later, do you know?" The child and Xiaolin get along very well, the relationship between the elder brother and the father, The relationship is quite close.But asking him to help is also a joke, what can such a small child do, just let him play around and help sell business.

The prawns were still bouncing around, so Xing Zai hurriedly took them to the kitchen to deal with them, leaving Doudou and the homeless man to look at each other.

"My name is Xing Yongping. I am six years old. My nickname is Doudou. I am about to enter the first grade of elementary school. I am a little man." Doudou stood up politely and introduced himself, with a serious look: "I like to eat Xiami and Big Watermelon, the person I like the most is my father, and I want to be a scientist when I grow up!"

The man held his breath, opened his eyes wide, and stared at Doudou for a long time. After watching for a long time, he wrote a name on the paper with trembling hands and handed it over.It's a pity that the little guy doesn't know many words, and he didn't know what to write over and over again. He pouted his little mouth and said coquettishly, "You can't speak, so I'll call you dumb, okay?"

Dumb...

The homeless man was obviously a little disappointed, but seeing that there was no malicious glint in the child's eyes, he didn't care so much.He nodded, accepted the title, and laughed with Doudou.

"Then from now on, we are friends!" Doudou stretched out her little finger and hooked up with the man: "When you recover from your injury, let's go play together."

Definitely—the mute nodded fiercely.

"Father, are the shrimps fried? The mute said he wants to eat them too." Hearing the shout in the kitchen, Xing Hao suddenly became angry for no apparent reason.This child, how can a mute speak, and how can he use such insulting words to call a patient.He was so angry that he pulled Doudou away, and lowered his voice to teach him: "Don't call me that, apologize to uncle."

It doesn't matter—seeing that Doudou was so wronged that he was about to cry, the mute struggled to get up, and handed over the note that said I made him yell.

"How can I do that? This kid is too ignorant. I'm really sorry. I will discipline him well." Still unable to accept using a word describing a disability as someone else's name, he held Doudou's hand and prepared to take Doudou to other people. The room makes sense.Unexpectedly, the mute was so excited that he tore off the infusion tube, jumped up and hugged Doudou in his arms to protect him, and yelled loudly.

Don't talk about him, I made him call him that, I'm called dumb, and dumb is my name! ! !

It was written scribbled quickly, judging from the flamboyant handwriting, this guy was actually angry.Is this my son or your son? Even the good-tempered Xingzhao was a little speechless.But seeing how he cared about the child so much, he couldn't say anything more: "Okay, Mr. Mute, can you go back to the hospital bed and lie down now? This is the first time I've seen a person who is so seriously injured that you can still go to the ground."

Sorry - back on the bed, the mute wrote two words, thought about it, and added a sentence of "sorry, I shouldn't meddle in my own business."

"It's nothing like that, you should take care of your wounds. Doudou seems to like you very much. If you are free, you can play with him for a while and pay back my medical expenses." After bringing out the fried shrimp for the two of them to eat together, Xing Zou again I packed a dish and sent it to Xiao Lin next door, then stood on the street and sighed: "Why do I have a feeling that something is wrong, who is this person..."