Pain at minus 7 degrees Celsius

Xiao Hao drove Li Ze back to his residence, and walked into the home of the original two people again. Xiao Hao felt a little like a world away. All the furnishings were still the same, and the wall left in the living room was still full of flowers. Photos of two people who were together were hung all over the floor. Those times that can never go back, after all, are gone forever.

Put Li Ze on the bed in the bedroom, helped him change into home clothes, and planned to leave, but he didn't expect that person to grab his hand in a daze, and Xiao Hao realized that Li Ze had a high fever because of the scorching temperature on his body.

He rummaged through the box and found antipyretics and anti-inflammatory medicines and fed them to Li Ze. After all, he was still worried, so he sat down by the bed and wanted to call Cheng Yue, but unexpectedly, his phone was turned off and he called home. There was also no one answering inside, and only after hanging up the phone did he find Cheng Yue's text message.

"I won't go back tonight. The hospital has something to do. You should go to bed early."

Thinking of Cheng Yue's dignified expression when he got off the car, Xiao Hao frowned and was very worried, but looking at Li Ze's flushed cheeks in the generous bed, the spontaneous compassion finally made him give up struggling.

When Li Ze woke up, it was broad daylight. The first thing he felt was the dizziness after a hangover and the smoky dryness in his throat that he had gradually gotten used to in the past few days. When I touched the wound on my arm, I felt a burning pain.

With a wry smile, he fell back into the bed, his eyes were swollen and a little sore, who sent him home this time in such a mess, unexpectedly, in the end, he was just a slave to alcohol.

"Are you awake? Feeling better?"

The moment he heard the voice, Li Ze sat up in disbelief, ignoring the tingling pain in his arm, and then saw Xiao Hao walking in with steaming porridge in his hand.

"Ah Hao..."

"It's good to wake up. The fever will subside in the early morning. I just went to the kitchen to make some porridge for you. It's better to drink something light."

"Ah Hao, did you cook this porridge?"

"kindness."

"You've never done this before..."

"Ah Yue has a bad stomach. The porridge is light and easy to digest. I started to learn how to make some, but the skills still need to be improved. You can just do it."

Li Ze looked at the person sitting down with the porridge in front of his eyes, and when he mentioned that person, the sense of happiness and satisfaction overflowed unconsciously in his brows and eyes, he just felt that the intoxicating smile in front of him was dazzling brightly.It pierced his heart like a needle, and the blood flowed gurglingly.

How could he not want to believe that Xiao Hao, who didn't even want to enter the kitchen 7 years ago, and the young master who stretched out his clothes and opened his mouth to eat, are now willing to cook and study recipes, and they still look so happy.

Li Ze's hands were clasped tightly inside the bed sheet, and he didn't feel the slightest pain from the wound that opened due to excessive force. The pain in his heart was enough to outweigh Ling Chi's death by a thousand cuts.

"Why, do you think I'm not good at cooking?"

"No, Ah Hao, you have changed."

"Yeah, time always changes a lot of things."

"Including feelings too?"

"Aze, don't do such stupid things in the future."

"Do you still feel bad?"

"As a friend, I just can't bear to see you like this."

"Friend? Ah Hao, what kind of friend? The former lover or the most familiar stranger?"

"Aze..."

"We're never going back, are we?"

"Correct."

"You love him very much?"

"Correct."

"How much love?"

"This life is his."

"Ah Hao, you are so cruel."

"I'm just telling the truth, Ze, from now on, live a good life."

"Have you ever seen a pulsatilla who lost his other half and lived alone?"

"Aze, you were not like this before."

"What? Aggressive or down and out?"

Xiao Hao put the bowl on the bedside table, restraining his emotions.

"Since you've woken up, I'll go first. Remember to change the dressing for the wound on your hand."

After speaking, Xiao Hao took his coat and prepared to go out.

"Ah Hao, don't you ask how I have spent the past 7 years?"

"Do not want to."

"Ah Hao, don't go."

Seeing that Xiao Hao was about to push the door to go out, Li Ze got out of bed and rolled to Xiao Hao's feet.

"Aze, don't do this."

"Ah Hao, just stay with me for a while, okay?"

"Get up first, the wound is open."

Xiao Hao looked at the gentle and hearty Li Ze in his impression, now he was desperate and felt unspeakably uncomfortable. This was not the result he wanted.

He leaned down to help Li Ze up, picked him up again and put him on the bed, found the medicine box and helped him clean up the wound again.

When Cheng Yue rushed to the emergency room of the hospital, it was already in chaos.

In the morning, a patient with massive upper gastrointestinal bleeding was received.The man on duty was Sun Wei, a young doctor who had just finished his internship. During the examination, he found liver function damage. A B-ultrasound found a liver mass, so he suspected advanced liver cancer, so he did not follow up with CT and AFP examinations.

What made Cheng Yue even more angry was that Sun Wei still transfused blood when he had doubts about the blood type during the blood matching.When he received the call, the patient had already had a hemolytic reaction and went into shock.

"how is the situation?"

"Already lost to saline, IM phenergan."

"No soda?"

"No."

Cheng Yue stared at the data sent by the nurse with a serious face.

"Since you have doubts about the patient's blood type, why don't you test it clearly before transfusion?"

"The patient's family members mentioned his blood type, but I didn't test it because I was in a hurry."

"Nonsense, do you know that transfusing alien blood is equivalent to disregarding human life?"

"Dean, the patient has renal failure, electrolyte and acid-base balance disorders, and has gone into shock."

"How's your blood pressure?"

"It's been falling."

"What are you doing in a daze, 5 mg of epinephrine is injected intravenously, and then the plasma is drawn."

Before Cheng Yue finished speaking, the little nurse screamed again.

"Dean, the patient has no heartbeat."

"Intracardiac injection and another injection."

"Still no response."

Pushing away Sun Wei who was already stupid, Cheng Yue yelled at the nurse

"Prepare for defibrillation, 250J."

"250J is ready."

"Boom!!" The patient slammed heavily on the emergency bed.

"Defibrillation failed."

"Get out of the way, 300J."

"300J is ready."

"Get out of the way... 300J again"

"300J is ready"

"Get out of the way..."

"Dean, the heartbeat still hasn't recovered."

Cheng Yue stood beside him for a moment, as if he suddenly remembered something.

"Cardiopulmonary resuscitation!! Hurry up." After saying that, he rushed forward, pinpointed the chest, and started the CPR cycle. After 5 cycles, epinephrine was injected, defibrillation was repeated, and the ECG monitoring was still the same. Wave pattern of ventricular fibrillation.

Cheng Yue's heart began to fall into an ice cellar. He watched as the waveform of ventricular fibrillation on the ECG monitor disappeared, replaced by a few tremors following the pressing, and when he let go, it became a cold straight line.

As if unwilling to give up, Cheng Yue continued to press for half an hour, but the final takeover was still inevitable.

"Inform the family members that the patient died at 21:41 after rescue failed. I will explain the condition, and Sun Wei will go back and write the medical accident report and death record, which will be handed over to me tomorrow morning at the latest."

Cheng Yue walked out of the emergency room a little dejectedly. Before he could take off his mask, the family members waiting outside rushed over and grabbed him by the collar.

"How could my dad die? Didn't you just say that the bleeding has stopped? Didn't you say that you can be sent to the ward immediately?"

"I'm sorry, it was our negligence. Please forgive me." Cheng Yue involuntarily put his hand on his stomach, all the tension dissipated, but the pain inside began to come as promised, one hand tightly clutching the pocket of the white coat , explained to the family members a little dryly, but it didn't seem to calm down their anger and sadness.

"Sorrow? What is mourning? Negligence, is it you?"

The man in front of him had red and swollen eyes, his voice was trembling, and his slightly trembling hands grabbed Cheng Yue's collar and threw him against the wall.

"Listen, we have no end to this matter, and I will make you pay for what you neglect."

"We will be responsible according to the normal procedures of the hospital."

"No, I'll request an autopsy."

"This, we will fully cooperate."

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