Fire fighting

"It's not a big problem. There is no damage to the lungs. Just take a good rest."

The doctor in the Department of Respiratory Medicine returned the CT film to Yan Qing and called him out.

Yan Qingjuan took a good picture, thanked the doctor and left the consultation room, just stepped out of the room, before standing still, a woman in a nurse's attire walked up quickly, with a worried face: "How is it? Did the doctor say anything?" ?”

Yan Qing shrugged, and said in a warm voice: "Sister Wen Yi, I said long ago that there is no problem, you are the one who worried too much."

"I'm worried?" Wen Yi raised her voice and looked at him, "I'm the nurse in charge of taking care of you. You just finished the puncture and you dare to sneak out of the inpatient department alone. What if there is an accident? What if you get sick? What should I do?"

Contrary to her, Yan Qing lowered his volume: "No, don't you think I'm fine now?"

"You still have the nerve to say that?" Wen Yi couldn't get angry, and continued to scold, "If it wasn't for a kind person who rescued you from the turret yesterday, would you still have the opportunity to stand here and talk?"

Speaking of the kind-hearted man, Yan Qing could not remember his appearance, only a vague figure and a bag of melted sweet-scented osmanthus cake.

"Tell me, what did you do when you left the hospital yesterday? Do you want to steal sweet-scented osmanthus cake again?"

Wen Yi rolled his eyes at him, she had always regarded Yan Qing as an immature younger brother.

Yan Qing concentrated, as if his mind had returned to yesterday.

At that time, he had just finished the puncture operation, and the doctor asked him to recuperate for a week, but the next day he received an email about an art competition he had signed up for. Mail to the designated location for selection.

Yan Qing attached great importance to this competition. He took his previous paintings and went straight to the post office. On the way back, he passed by Wuli Street. He smelled the aroma of pastries and got greedy. He queued up, but it was a pity that it was not his turn. Osmanthus cake is sold out.

However, his mood was not affected. On the way back to the hospital, he heard someone calling for fire, and the source of the fire was the turret on the bank of the river. He remembered clearly that in the cabinet in the turret, there was a newborn stray dog.

Ignoring the security guard's obstruction, he rushed into the fire and put the puppy into a canvas bag, but the flames were fierce, and the black smoke was also threatening. After a while, the way into the building was swallowed up. He was trapped in it and gradually lost consciousness. , fell into a dream.

In the dream, I was lying on a solid back, my body was trembling, and there was no choking smoke in my mouth and nose, but the fragrance of laundry detergent.

Very fresh and very warm.

When he woke up, he went back to the hospital.

Yan Qing didn't answer directly, but lowered his head and raised his hands, making an oath: "Sister Wen Yi, I know you're doing it for my own good, I promise it's just this time, there won't be a next time."

While talking, he sneaked a glance at Wen Yi, and after meeting the displeased eyes, he immediately looked away in fright.

Seeing this naive look, Wen Yi instantly calmed down: "Just stay in the ward and wait until the observation period is over, and I won't stop you from going out however you want."

"I knew Sister Wen Yi was the best." Yan Qing said with a smile.

"You don't want to get close to me," Wen Yi tapped Yan Qing's temples with her fingers, "A patient was admitted to the hospital today and was placed in your next bed. I'm going to take care of you now. You should go back by yourself first. You have more dinner." Eat a little so you can grow taller."

Yan Qing nodded obediently: "Don't worry, then I'll go first."

The inpatient building is next door to the outpatient department. Yan Qing changed into his hospital clothes and entered the ward.

The wards in the oncology department are all double rooms. When Yan Qing came in, there was no one there, so he chose a bed by the window. Here you can see the turret and Shenjiang. If the weather is clear, you can even have a panoramic view of the skyline and coastline.

He leaned against the bed, not idle, took out his brushes and paints, and started his most tedious "work" every day.

——Draw pictures for people.

He applied for a seller account on Xianyu, specializing in drawing WeChat avatars or Moments backgrounds for people, and scanned them into his mobile phone after the drawing was completed. Regardless of the size, the price was 5 yuan.

He always sells paintings first, and pays after customers are satisfied, so he has almost no bad reviews. It seems that every buyer likes his paintings and his people, but the number of customers is limited, so he doesn't earn much.

At this moment, the painting in his hand is about to be completed. From the composition to the details, he has thought about it for a long time, and only after he is satisfied, he sends it to the customer through the software.

The customer couldn't fault it and just typed "not bad".

Yan Qing: That's good. If you have any questions in the future, you are welcome to ask me to modify them at any time. The number of times is unlimited!

Customer: OK.

Yan Qing: If you are satisfied in all aspects, can you please give me a good review after payment?

Customer: There is something that I am not satisfied with.

Yan Qing: Where is it?Don't worry, fix until you are satisfied~

Customer: Dissatisfied with the price.

Yan Qing was taken aback, and stopped typing.

It takes at least two or three hours to complete a painting, revise it from beginning to end, and he feels that charging 5 yuan is not too much.

Yan Qing was at a loss when the other party sent another sentence.

Customer: "1 yuan, okay?"

Yan Qing was a little at a loss, so he bit the bullet and replied, "Didn't we agree on 5 yuan before?"

Customer: "It's only 1 yuan, if you want it or not."

His attitude seemed to dismiss beggars, Yan Qing felt aggrieved.

"This money is very important to me, is 3 yuan okay?"

The conversation was temporarily suspended. Yan Qing looked at the screen, looking forward to the other party's response of "yes", but after waiting for a long time, the other party did not reply, as if disappeared out of thin air.

"still there?"

Tap the send button with your finger, and a striking red exclamation mark jumps out.

The message has been sent, but was rejected by the other party.

Looks like it was hacked...

Yan Qing sighed, it was the first time he saw such a buyer.

He turned his head and looked out the window, trying to divert his depressed mood.

Continuous dark clouds drifted away with the wind, and the setting sun, which was about to sink into the horizon, fell through the gaps in the clouds, enveloping the city with thin warmth.

The weather seemed to be sunny, he smiled happily, took a photo casually, and posted it on Moments.

This picture is so beautiful that it doesn't even need to be edited. Yan Qing also added a paragraph of text: Today's Baiyun looks like an osmanthus cake that has been bitten off.

He opened the deposit interface of the mobile bank, and seeing that the money for the puncture surgery was still a little short, he was feeling melancholy, when he suddenly remembered that he didn't buy osmanthus cake yesterday, and there should be more than ten yuan left in WeChat.

He is satisfied, this should be a blessing in disguise.

It's just that I didn't eat the pastry, and I still feel a little worried.

Having collected enough money, Yan Qing transferred all the money, and was just about to tell Wen Yi that the expenses had been paid, when the sound of walking from far to near came from outside the door.

The door of the ward was slowly pushed open, Wen Yi helped an elderly person, helped her to the bedside, helped her make the bed briefly, and put away her belongings.

Wen Yi straightened her waist and wiped off her sweat: "Yan Qing, grandma will live with you forever, so you have someone to accompany you, saving you from living alone here."

Yan Qing smiled brightly and said hello: "Grandma is good."

The old man looked at the child in front of him and smiled happily.

Wen Yi asked: "Grandma is deaf-mute and can't hear. If grandma encounters any problems, you can call me anytime."

"Okay, wrap it on me."

Yan Qing readily agreed, and when she saw Wen Yi was about to turn around and leave, she hurriedly said: "By the way, Sister Wen Yi, I have already transferred the money for the piercing to you, thank you for helping me apply for the extension, and also helping me pay in advance. "

"They said you don't need to give it to me," Wen Yi said, "The government will subsidize your family situation, and I will pay for the rest. You are still a student, so you can eat more if you keep the money." Nutritious stuff."

Yan Qing supported the bed, with a naughty smile: "It's already turned around, so you can accept it quickly."

Wen Yi smiled helplessly, and then asked seriously: "Have you had dinner yet?"

Yan Qing was startled: "Eat, eat."

He lied.

Wen Yi was relieved after hearing this, and yawned: "That's good, I'm too tired these days, go and rest for a while, I'm on duty tonight, if you need anything, just ring the nurse's bell."

There were only two people left in the ward. Yan Qing jumped out of bed, poured a glass of water from the kettle, and placed it on the head of the old man's bed. Just as he was about to speak, he thought that the person in front of him would not be able to hear him, so he took out his mobile phone and typed : "Grandma, this is the hot water I just boiled, it's still a little hot, let it cool before drinking."

The old man slowly picked up the reading glasses, took a closer look, and laughed. She took Yan Qing's hand and wrote a few words on the delicate and soft palm: "My child, grandma can't hear you at all, as long as you speak louder, grandma It can be heard faintly."

Yan Qing was startled, blinked his eyes, looked at the old man's kind face, cleared his throat, and raised his voice: "Grandma, can you hear me?"

The old man nodded.

Yan Qing grinned, both surprised and delighted.

The old man continued to write on his hand: "Child, how old are you this year?"

Yan Qing made a 18 with his hands.

This number was so small that the old man's heart trembled: "Do you know your illness?"

"I know, I heard from the doctor that there is something growing in the bone." Yan Qing still said with a smile, as if he didn't take it seriously.

The old man sighed and was silent for a while: "Don't be afraid, child. Grandma's illness is not too different from yours, but she has lived for many years. You are still young. As long as you actively cooperate with the treatment, you will be fine."

Yan Qing said at the top of his voice, "Grandma, I'm not afraid at all, we will all live a long life."

The old man was amused by him: "Why are you alone here, where are your parents?"

Yan Qing's smile froze suddenly, he swallowed, and his voice subconsciously lowered a few degrees: "They, they are working in other places."

The old man raised his hand and ruffled his hair. She wanted to comfort her, but she didn't know what to say.

Yan Qing also asked curiously: "Grandma, where is your family?"

"My son is busy, so I don't have time to look at me," the old man finished writing, as if thinking of something, he took out two pieces of bread from the package on the side and stuffed them into Yan Qing's arms, "My grandson loves this bread the most. He is about ten years older than him, so I should also like it."

The bread is made of meat floss, which looks sweet and delicious, and since I didn't eat dinner, Yan was hungry early in the morning.

He didn't refuse, opened the bread cheekily, and smiled while eating, his smile was like a flower, a sunflower.

The sky was dark, Yan Qing talked for a long time, from childhood to adulthood, from east to west, laughter came from the ward from time to time, as if his jokes would never be finished, the old man listened carefully and laughed with him.

It's just that talking loudly all the time is a bit exhausting.

Yan Qing felt fortunate: Fortunately, the ward is soundproof.

At night, a desk lamp with a lingering orange light stood in the corner, the old man was already asleep, leaving only Yan Qing lying on the bed.

In the past, he lived in the ward for too long, and his body was about to become moldy, with long nights drenched on his shoulders. He couldn't bear this kind of loneliness.

Fortunately, from now on, he is no longer alone in the ward.

Together with the drowsiness, it was the numbness of the legs.As soon as he swelled up, Yan Qing knew that the disease had happened again.

He was uneasy, and pressed the swollen part with his hands, but it didn't relieve the symptoms. Instead, it didn't take long for the slightly swollen place to start to ache.

In addition to my legs, my arms also began to ache.

He closed his eyes tightly, hoping that he could go to sleep early, so that the pain would be relieved when he fell asleep.

But the more he tried to numb the nerves, the more conscious he became, and the labor pains no longer dissipated, replaced by bone-piercing colic pains, the skin and flesh seemed to be torn, the lungs seemed to be burned, and the bones seemed to be stuffed into a meat grinder.

His lower limbs became more and more cramped, and he broke out in a cold sweat.

Yan Qing gritted his teeth and trembled all over.

He didn't dare to make too much noise, and quietly extended his arm towards the nurse's bell. If he didn't press it, his body would fall apart.

He has experienced this sudden symptom many times, so he knows that it comes violently and goes slowly.

But his trembling hand stopped in mid-air.

Wen Yi said that she is on duty tonight, and she should be sleeping now.

Yan Qing turned his head to look at the sleeping old man again, his heart skipped a beat, and he withdrew his arm.

Let everyone have a good rest.

Yan Qing shrank back under the blanket again, his whole body was exhausted, he frowned tightly, and opened his eyes to look out the window.

The starlight spreads the sky and the earth, and the lights of the world complement each other.

It must be sunny tomorrow.

Bear with it a little longer, it won't hurt after tonight.