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The man like the land grandfather appeared again.

"It was a temporary replacement that day." After Cheng Luo explained, he turned his suspicious eyes to Huang Xiumao.

"It was a robbery." Huang Xiumao said angrily.

"Snatch your hospital gown or the salt water bottle?" Cheng Luo smiled, "A relative?"

"This is my grandma." Jing Zhuo was helpless.

"The county seat is too small." Cheng Luo also thought it was too coincidental, "Go out, grandma is kicking you out."

When the two left the ward, they didn't know what to say for a while.

After coming to the county town for a month and finally finding the old lady, Jing Zhuo felt a little more at ease, seeing Cheng Luo unexpectedly felt a sense of...kindness?

It's only been a week since I came back from medical school, and I have such a shocking illusion.

However, now Cheng Luo's expression is rarely relaxed, and he is even a little serious: "Section Chief Huang has been in the hospital for a week, why did you come here?"

"She has been hiding it from me." Jing Zhuo saw that his expression was not right, "What's the matter?"

"Not very good." Cheng Luo paused, "Hepatitis."

Jing Zhuo didn't react too much, why did the common hepatitis reach the level that the doctor said it was not good?

In the ward, Huang Xiumao's voice was urgent: "Xiao Cheng, it's time to change the bottle!"

"Here we come." Cheng Luo blinked at Jing Zhuo, pushed the door open and entered.

When Section Chief Huang was just transferred to the hospital, he told everyone here that if anyone came to visit the doctor, they would all respond to common hepatitis.

He really didn't expect that the visiting person turned out to be Jing Zhuo.

Or they didn't expect Jing Zhuo to be the grandson of Section Chief Huang.

"Let's have dinner together if you have time in the evening. I get off work at seven." Cheng Luo could only speak cryptically in front of Huang Xiumao.

To be more precise, if the patient asks for privacy protection, the doctor can only conceal the illness from the family for the patient.

But in terms of human nature, it is best for family members to know.

Huang Xiumao ordered Cheng Luo to be unceremonious: "Tick the speed up."

"It's not too late, my hands are cold." Cheng Luo walked to her bed, tried the back of her dry and slightly chapped hands, "I'm going to get a heater."

Jing Zhuochu couldn't help him at the side, and the old lady ignored him.

There is an illusion that he is an unwelcome outsider, and Cheng Luo is the old lady's grandson.

After Jing Zhuo left, the old lady frowned and fell asleep, her indexes were all normal.

Handover, ward rounds, writing medical records, writing doctor's orders, admission to the hospital, a hectic and ordinary day.

Today, a little girl with a gastric ulcer was newly admitted to the hospital. During the rounds, she was sitting sullenly on the hospital bed, pouted.

Cheng Luo walked over and leaned over to look at her: "What are you worried about the child?"

The patients in the next few beds looked this way.

"I'm going to have an operation tomorrow." The little girl was about to cry. "My parents don't care about me at all. They said the doctor wouldn't let them into the operating room, so they couldn't accompany me."

"I can't let my parents accompany me during the operation. I'm a child. Is it easy?"

Everyone in the ward was overjoyed, the little girl was so funny when she spoke seriously.

"It's not easy. Mom and Dad must apologize to you later." Cheng Luo was also happy, took a few pieces of paper from the bedside table and wiped her tears and nose, "Are you scared?"

"Can you not be afraid." The little girl was aggrieved, "I opened my stomach!"

"Then be afraid for a while now, and don't be afraid tomorrow." Cheng Luo gestured on himself, "It's a very small hole, just sleep and it will be fine. I can't feel anything in my dream."

"Really?" The little girl didn't quite believe it.

"Really." Cheng Luo took out a small sticker from the pocket of his white coat, tore off a few and stuck it to the little girl's hand, "I'll give you the rest tomorrow, and I'll come to you after the surgery."

In his coat pocket all the year round, he carries a stack of gaudy little stickers for coaxing children.

The little girl stopped pouting immediately, and tugged on Cheng Luo's sleeve to see what other styles of stickers there were.Cheng Luo said "keep it secret" and put the sticker back in his pocket.

A seven or eight-year-old boy in the clinic also called Cheng Luo: "Uncle doctor, I'm afraid too."

"He's scared too." Cheng Luo turned to the little girl and said, "Would you like to give him half of your poster?"

"I don't want to, I don't want to!" The little girl was anxious.

It is indeed not easy to be a child, and there is no need to talk about dedication at this moment.Cheng Luo took out another sticker: "This is for you."

"It's not fair! Why can he get the whole card now!" The little girl was still not happy.

"Keep your voice down." Cheng Luo made a "shh" gesture and said in a breathless voice, "His uglier than yours."

Everyone looked at the three of them happily, and the cold ward was warm.

There are a lot of doctors making ward rounds with a straight face, and everyone feels more or less relieved when such a doctor comes.

It's already 07:30 when I get off work in the evening, and the doctor's off work time is uncertain.

"Do you have a pen here?" An Wei popped up and asked him when he was about to leave after changing his clothes and packing up his things.

"It's in my coat pocket." Cheng Luo was getting used to him asking for a pen, and pointed to the dressing room, "Next time I can take it by myself."

Everyone has a pen holder on their desks, which is full of various pens, gel pens, ballpoint pens, water pens, marker pens, highlighters... but no water comes out.

When I used it, I searched the entire pen holder and couldn't find a working one, as if it had been cursed.

Even if there are occasional up-and-comers who are borrowed by this one to change doctor's orders and taken away by another to write medical records, they can't stay at all.

Cheng Luo's pens are no exception, so he always keeps a box of gel pens in his pocket. Doctors and nurses in the same department come to pick his pockets when they run out of pens. Almost every pen is thrown away every day, and the average lifespan is less than two days.

After taking off the magic tool for children, the gel pen storage room, and the magical white coat, the magical doctor walked out of the hospital gate and became an ordinary person.

Jing Zhuo stood beside the parking lot, took out his mobile phone, and searched for a long time before he found Cheng Luo's dialog box from the bottom.

The last and only message was: I approved your friend verification request, now we can start chatting.

It was already a month ago.

Looking at the empty chat interface, just about to send "Are you off work?", a white dialog box popped up suddenly.

Cheng: look back

Jing Zhuo turned his head and saw Cheng Luo next to a pile of electric cars.

Cheng Luo walked to his side: "Choose a place."

If you have time to have a meal, the default is to have time to talk about something, just find a quiet and similar place.However, Cheng Luo didn't seem to be in the default mode, and the two of them walked along the street to a dozen shops, but they didn't like it.

Finally, I chose a Cantonese restaurant.

The interior decoration is pretty good, the door is not big, but the boss is very careful, a small restaurant is made like a themed experience restaurant.

This county often makes Jing Zhuo feel too divided.There are urban villages and newly built high-rises. There are small shops with an average price of less than five yuan, and there are half-baked 24-hour convenience stores like Tian Shilong.

"Drink?" Cheng Luo asked.

"Don't drink." Jing Zhuo doesn't drink well.

Cheng Luo smiled, but he didn't know what he was laughing at, maybe it was because he remembered the first time the two of them drank.

……Root of all evil.

Speaking of which, this was the first time the two of them had a serious meal face to face.

People eat first and then get to know each other deeply, and the last step is to go to bed.Fortunately, the two of them stepped over as soon as they came up, and took the last step.

It's kind of absurd.

It's okay if they go away and never see each other again after finishing the work, but it's outrageous to meet them everywhere this time.

"I'm Section Chief Huang's attending doctor." Cheng Luo took a sip of beer, "She took care of me for a year before she retired. At that time, I just came to the county doctor, and I rotated in various departments."

It can be seen that they are indeed very familiar, making Jing Zhuo look like an outsider.

"She was transferred to the county doctor last week, from the city hospital."

Jing Zhuo was stunned: "City hospital?"

Cheng Luo nodded: "The day we came back from the university town, she went to the hospital, and she took a transfer car."

Jing Zhuo doesn't have the experience of a family member getting sick, but he still has a concept about transfers by special car.

"What's going on?" He frowned.

"The section chief means that we don't want us to tell you." Cheng Luo gently tapped the cup wall with his fingers, "Actually, there is no difference between the treatment in the city hospital and the treatment here. The physical condition does not allow surgery, and the section chief does not need to stay in the county doctor." Advise her."

"I had a minimally invasive implantation tube to put ascites this morning, and I dare not operate on her any more."

Jing Zhuo was silent for a while: "Cancer?"

Cheng Luo sighed: "Primary liver cancer, gallstones with cholecystitis."

"Liver cancer was discovered at an advanced stage, and it was indeed sudden." Cheng Luo looked at the beer foam in his glass, "Generally, it can last for a month, and it can last up to two months."

Advanced liver cancer, this word is difficult to associate with the old lady.

From childhood to adulthood, he didn't see her once a year and was always in a moody state, which made him have no affection for the old lady.They are relatives in name, but in reality they might as well be familiar with a student they have known for a month.

But at this moment, Jing Zhuo still can't accept it, after all, he is the only blood relative.

"Is there a treatment plan?" He frowned, this old lady can really handle it, and she didn't make a sound when such a big thing happened.

"There is no need for treatment, we can only delay it, so that the section chief will have less pain in the remaining time." Cheng Luo said softly.

After a meal, the atmosphere was a bit heavy, and it was only when the cold wind blew out of the restaurant that he recovered.

death.

In Jing Zhuo's 25 years of life, he has never experienced the death of a relative or friend, but the death has indeed affected him for 25 years.

First there was the death of grandpa, then there was the death of father, and there was also the death of mother who had never even seen a photo.

During the Chinese New Year, small grave mounds, red firecracker crumbs and scorched paper money.

Every time when going to the grave, the old lady would stand far away, leaving Jing Zhuo there to sweep the grave.

When he was a child, he asked the old lady why he didn't come here, and was scolded by the old lady: "Let me see your own grave before you're dead? Your grandfather heard it and scolded you in a dream!"

It was only after Jing Zhuo knew that there was such a burial method as a husband and wife tomb, and it was hard to imagine that the violent and strong old lady would enter that small pit one day.

Filial piety to the end is affirmative. After returning home, I packed a suitcase of personal belongings, and Jing Zhuo went directly to the county hospital after get off work the next day.

When I walked to the door, I saw the old lady lying flat with frowning, with a needle hanging in her hand, and the quilt drooping out of the pipe.

Don't say it hurts, but it hurts to look at it.

It was the nurse from yesterday who stopped him: "Certificate for bed companion."

Jing Zhuo was stunned for a moment, he didn't know that bed companionship is so strict now, and he had the impression that a bunch of children and grandchildren waited on the old man when he was sick.

At this time, a middle-aged woman came out of the ward, looked at Jing Zhuo, and gave him her ID card and bed companion certificate: "Go in and see your grandma."

Jing Zhuo had no impression of her, and couldn't even think of a name, so he had to say thank you and go in.

Huang Xiumao lifted one eyelid and looked at him: "You are so annoying."

"You are even more annoying." Jing Zhuo pulled the chair and sat down, "Why didn't you tell me?"

"It's none of your business." The old lady's words were too hurtful, and she snorted angrily, "As soon as I guessed Xiao Cheng, I couldn't help but tell you that every child has nothing good to say."

Jing Zhuo is used to it, and now he tries to follow her in everything: "Who is that person at the door?"

"Your cousin." Huang Xiumao said, "She's on the bed, you can't come in."

"The certificate is in my hand." Jing Zhuo held two certificates, "Let her go back, I will go downstairs to get a new one later."

"Are you finished? Huh?" Huang Xiumao suddenly became angry, with a hoarse voice, "I said I don't need you, you go back to work, what's the matter if you can't understand people's words?!"

"Or do you want to stick it up and be a filial son, so that you can send me away, and then take away the little oil and water I left?" She sneered, "I didn't like you before, but now I won't be ashamed just because you fell down. Let you post it."

These words were so ugly that the deaf man was so outraged that he regained his hearing level ten.

Jing Zhuo's hands trembling as he pressed the luggage handle.

Ninety-nine percent of the reasons why he didn't get close to the old lady were because the little old lady didn't like him and pushed him away alone.

But he never thought about it, never thought about it, didn't even have this awareness, about inheritance, about inheritance, about pretending to be a filial son to search for the fat and water of the elderly.

The little girl who entered the operating room today had a successful operation, and she will probably be discharged from the hospital next month. Cheng Luo chatted with her for a while after putting up pictures for the little girl, and then tricked another child into getting a gastroscopy. Go to the single room.

When he entered the room, the old lady was lying on her own, and he glanced at the bedside: "Isn't this...Jing Zhuo's box?"

The room temperature in the ward is not high, and the Didi sound equipment makes people feel lifeless, and it is cold everywhere.

The old lady didn't speak for a while, and the hostility disappeared from her face, only a kind of pain and loneliness that was barely noticeable.

"Xiao Cheng, go and see him in the corridor."