Fire fighting

The beach is only two blocks away from the hospital, no matter how close it is, Xiang Rong wants to arrive a second earlier.

He rushed to the main road, trying to stop a taxi, but there were quite a few cars with the word "empty" on them, but none of them stopped.

Perhaps the drivers saw the bloody patient behind Xiang Rong and didn't want to dirty the car or take any responsibility, so they chose to turn a blind eye.

"Stop!"

Xiang Rong was in a hurry, but he could only watch the cars passing by, one after another.

The impetuous anger was extinguished in an instant, and he was disheartened, and rushed to the hospital.

The sky is getting late, the world is graffitied into a dark blue color, and the tall buildings are lit up, expressing condolences for the passing of Nuan Yang.

Xiang Rong called Wen Yi while running to get the hospital ready.

Yan Qing lay on Xiang Rong's back, with his side face stuck to the back of his neck, bobbing and twisting, his flesh and blood were twisted with pain, like a towel wrung out of water.

"Brother Xiang Rong..."

Xiang Rong heard a very small groan, turned his head and said anxiously: "I'm here, please bear with me, good boy."

The wind is cold, but the body temperature is hot, as if sticking to Xiang Rong's body, the pain can be relieved a lot.

Yan Qing's eyes were blurred, his breath was weak, and he spoke slowly, taking a breath every half a sentence: "I, I didn't mean to spoil your interest, but I didn't expect that this disease would happen suddenly."

The weak voice was almost covered by the strong wind, and the tone was mixed with apology and endless grievances.

"Before I set off, I drank a large bowl of medicine..."

"It's not your fault, it's not your fault," Xiang Rong's breath was unsteady and his heart was in a mess, "Just hold on for a while, and we'll be there soon."

Yan Qing squinted and saw Xiang Rong's collar was stained with his own blood. He rubbed it gently with his fingers, but found that it had already dried.

"Sorry for getting your clothes dirty," he said guiltily, "I'll wash them for you."

Every time he heard a word, Xiang Rong's heart would ache violently, not only the soles of his feet were sore, but also his eye sockets.

He resisted the urge to cry and said, "Yan Qing, don't talk, save your energy."

The pain is like a vine full of poisonous needles, wrapping around the body layer by layer, from inside to outside, from top to bottom.

Yan Qing frowned in pain and couldn't open his eyes. Just a second before he lowered his head, he caught a glimpse of Xiang Rong's sweaty side face.

The sweat was crystal clear, only one drop did not come from the forehead, but from the corner of the eye.

He was ashamed, he didn't want to make Xiang Rong sad, thousands of words of comfort came to his lips, and only condensed into one sentence.

"Brother Xiang Rong, thank you for your hard work."

Xiang Rong clenched his teeth and couldn't open his mouth.

In the three years of firefighting and rescue, he carried countless wounded on his shoulders, but this time was the heaviest, and it broke his heart.

Apart from running, any answer seemed pale.

Running wildly all the way, there was dripping blood where he ran.

The emergency room of the hospital is already ready, just waiting for the patient's arrival.

"Wen Yi! Wen Yi!!!"

Xiang Rong rushed into the hallway, yelling like crazy, ignoring the eyes of passers-by. After seeing Wen Yi in the emergency department, he put Yan Qing on the ambulance stretcher, and rushed towards the emergency room at the end of the corridor with the medical staff.

He squeezed Yan Qing's cold hand tightly, wanting to cover his warmth and give him enough sense of security.

But he didn't realize that the most insecure person here was himself.

Yan Qing was lying on the stretcher, looking at Xiang Rong under the light in a daze, with a smile on his mouth.

"Brother Xiang Rong, don't worry about me, I've been in this place many times, and I'll be out soon."

"Don't worry, I'm not worried," Xiang Rong was sweating profusely, "You will be fine."

Yan Qing's smile continued: "When I come out, let's continue to fulfill our wish."

As if a puff of breath was stuck in his throat, Xiang Rong wanted to say yes, but he was so choked up that he couldn't speak, so he could only nod desperately.

The stretcher was pushed into the emergency room, and Xiang Rong was stopped outside. The hand he was holding was forced to loosen, and his palm lost the warmth.

As soon as the door was closed, the red light came on, and Xiang Rong stood facing the wall.

The red-stained top was soaked with sweat, but he didn't seem to smell blood or disinfectant. What filled his nostrils was only the scent of sweet-scented osmanthus and the vague smell of paint.

After a while, Wen Yi walked out of the operating room, holding a consent form for rescue.

Xiang Rong rushed forward and hurriedly asked, "How is Yan Qing?"

"Still being rescued," Wen Yi said with a serious expression, "Yan Qing has no relatives and no reason, so I can only ask the administrative leader on duty to sign. I have to go there first, and I will talk to you in detail when I come back."

She was just about to start, but Xiang Rong snatched the consent form for rescue.

Wen Yi was startled, seeing that Xiang Rong picked up a pen and was about to sign, she quickly reached out her hand to stop her: "Xiang Rong, the signature is legally binding, and if there is an accident, you have to bear the responsibility."

But Xiang Rong didn't hesitate, and wrote down his name stroke by stroke.

"I'm not afraid, I'm his lover."

Lover.

Wen Yi's heart ached, she looked at the words in black and white, and withdrew the consent form for rescue.

"Since you have signed, I am obliged to notify you in advance, you have to be prepared..."

Xiang Rong held his breath, waiting for Wen Yi's next words.

"You have to be prepared to accept death on the operating table."

The word death was so harsh that Xiang Rong seemed to be deaf. For a moment of trance, he lowered his head that had been held up.

"Is it serious?" he asked.

Wen Yi also looked embarrassed, and nodded: "Yan Qing's veins collapsed, and he lost too much blood..."

Before he finished speaking, Xiang Rong interrupted anxiously: "I have type O blood, I can lose to any blood type, take mine!"

Wen Yi was stunned, and explained again and again: "No, no, the hospital has sufficient blood bank, so I don't need you, but Yan Qing's condition worsened, the cancer cells destroyed the bone cortex, causing bleeding in the bone marrow cavity, and the tumor metastasized to the lungs. , which caused massive bleeding."

The unfamiliar words impacted Xiang Rong's mind, and he looked at his raised forearm, the veins on it were almost bulging.

It turned out that I couldn't even help with this little favor.

He murmured again: "Smack me."

Wen Yi asked in surprise: "Xiang Rong, didn't you understand? There is enough blood in the bank. Whether Yan Qing can survive has nothing to do with blood volume."

After saying this, she regretted it.

She saw Xiang Rong's body trembling slightly, saw him clenched his fists tightly, and saw the tears in his eyes falling drop by drop on the reflective floor.

Xiang Rong kept his head down all the time, and only repeated one sentence in a humble tone.

"Pick my..."

He wanted to do something, but couldn't.

Outside the window, there are new leaves of sycamore trees and the sound of cicadas. No one cares when Lucheng enters summer.

The hospital was bustling, and Xiang Rong sat quietly on the bench, covering his face with his forehead, and the conch in his hand was painful.

He was not ideal, but he begged all the gods tonight.

Five hours later, the operation was over.

The results this time were mixed. The good news is that Yan Qing's life was saved, but the bad news is that the doctor didn't do much remedial work, but tried his best to keep the patient's life alive.

The anesthesia was not gone, and the unconscious Yan Qing was sent to the ward, Xiang Rong followed closely, but was stopped by Wen Yi.

"Although the bleeding has stopped, the condition is basically powerless to recover. It is a miracle that we can be rescued this time," Wen Yi said in a deep voice, "Yan Qing's vitality is quite tenacious, and he has stepped into the gate of hell with one foot. He just shrank back, maybe he still wants to come back and see you again."

Xiang Rong remained silent from beginning to end.

Wen Yi endured the pain and said: "With the degree of damage to his body, the doctor said that there is no need to send him to the hospital next time he gets sick. It's not that we won't accept it, but the treatment is useless. I used to never let Yan Qing eat white sugar. There will be no more taboos in the future, so you can eat more of what you want."

After finishing speaking, she picked up the needle and walked into the house. Before taking two steps, she only heard a calm question from the person outside the door.

"Did you pay for the rescue expenses?"

Wen Yi was startled, and answered "yes".

Xiang Rong said lightly: "Give me the form, and I'll pay it."

On the way to pay the fee, every step is heavy.

Xiang Rong always walks with his head held high, but he couldn't lift it up tonight.

Soon, Yan Qing woke up from the anesthesia and slowly opened his eyes.

"You're awake." Wen Yi said excitedly.

"Sister Wen Yi..." Yan Qing looked around and found himself back in this familiar ward, "Why are you here?"

"I'll give you an arm injection to relieve the pain." After Wen Yi finished speaking, seeing Yan Qing still looking around, she explained, "Your brother Xiang Rong has gone to pay the money, and he will be back soon."

Only then did Yan Qing feel relieved, he had no strength, and Wen Yi helped roll up his sleeves.

"This medicine is very powerful, and it will hurt a little when I take it, so let me know if you can't bear it."

"it is good."

Wen Yi wiped it with iodine. The fair skin should be easy to find blood vessels, but it took a long time to find blood vessels because of its thinness.

When the needle was inserted, Yan Qing frowned, as if stung by a wasp, numb and sore.

He gritted his teeth, feeling that his bones were brittle.

"Does it hurt?" Wen Yi asked worriedly.

Yan Qing narrowed his eyes, shook his head and said "it doesn't hurt".

The needle tube is thick, and it cannot be injected quickly, so it can only be pushed in slowly.

Yan Qing didn't look at the needle, but felt that his arm was about to lose consciousness.

Beads of sweat came out, and the sting made my eyes hurt, and tears gushed out.

"Does it hurt?" Wen Yi's heart was cut like a knife, "bear it a little longer."

Yan Qing still shook his head and said "it doesn't hurt".

Pushing the needle tube to the end, Wen Yi pulled out the needle and pressed the cotton swab on the injection port: "It's over, let me press it for you."

"No need, Sister Wen Yi," Yan Qing breathed a sigh of relief, "Go and do it yourself, I can do it myself."

"Okay, then you have a good rest, ring the nurse's bell if you have something to do, or ask Xiang Rong to call me."

As soon as Wen Yi left, Xiang Rong walked in.

The moment I saw Yan Qing again, it seemed that Xiang Rong was the one who came back from the dead. The bitterness in the waiting process disappeared in an instant, and all the suffering had paid off.

"Yan Qing!"

"Brother Xiang Rong!"

Xiang Rong ran to the bedside and saw Yan Qing holding a cotton swab and looking at his arm, there were a dozen needle holes, big and small, red and green.

Thinking that this is all the suffering that Yan Qing has suffered in the past few months, Xiang Rong's heart is broken: "Does it hurt?"

The same question, Yan Qing didn't know why, Xiang Rong couldn't pretend anymore when he asked it.

With a face full of grievances, he said in a trembling voice, "It hurts, it hurts so much..."

"It's okay, it's okay, it won't hurt after the beating," Xiang Rong felt distressed, and helped him throw away the cotton swab, and put down his sleeve, "You're starving, come and eat something."

As soon as he heard about eating, Yan Qing's decayed face raised a smile, and a pair of pears moved people's hearts.

The dinner was rich and varied, and Xiang Rong ordered all Yan Qing's favorite food, and made a note not to use coriander. He mashed it with a spoon and fed it to Yan Qing bit by bit.

Yan Qing was stuffed into his mouth, and said while eating: "Brother Xiang Rong, I'll just say it's okay, you see I'm back again."

Xiang Rong suppressed a smile, rubbed Yan Qing's hand again, and couldn't let go of it.

"It's good to be back, it's good to be back."

Yan Qing actually had no appetite, but Xiang Rong said that he would get better if he ate too much, so he was forced to swallow it.

At this moment, he wanted to live more than ever.

Every time he took a bite, he would get a compliment from Xiang Rong, even if he drank saliva, Xiang Rong would praise him for being good.

"Brother Xiang Rong, I always have so much food in my stomach. I couldn't have been a refrigerator in my previous life."

Xiang Rong laughed twice, and bit the tip of his nose: "It must be a big refrigerator with double doors."

During the laughter, the painkillers took effect, and every minute and every second with Xiang Rong, the pain was forever halved.

In the past, without parents, Yan Qing did not understand what it was like to be loved. Is it warmth, romance, the fascination of moths for torches, and Van Gogh's admiration for impressions?

In the past, when he was hospitalized, most of the doctors and patients liked him, but Yan Qing suddenly realized that it was because of ignorance. Once some people got familiar with him, they didn't like him so much.

But there are still some people who understand their past, have seen their own misery, know their fragility, and still refuse to leave.

Yan Qing understood now.

But he was not so relieved.

He is a mayfly, an epiphyllum, life and death, fleeting.

Sunflowers can only bloom for one round, so how come we have the courage to embrace the everlasting sun.

"Brother Xiang Rong," he asked softly, "if I leave, will you still remember me?"

The soul-touching inquiry forced Xiang Rong to stop feeding. He wiped the corner of Yan Qing's mouth, with countless tenderness hidden in his eyes: "You won't leave, I will stay by your side for the rest of your life, 30 years, 50 years Years, time is not an issue."

Yan Qing lowered his eyes and kept silent for a long time. He only opened his mouth when Xiang Rong was feeding again.

The small voice was somewhat relaxed and open-minded, but it was not difficult to hear the timidity mixed in it.

"Brother Xiang Rong, don't forget me."

Xiang Rong was stunned, his eyes were a little red.

Yan Qing turned his head to look at the night sky outside the window, a full moon began to fade, like counting down his withered life.

He said softly, "Let's go home, I want to go home."

A feeling of sadness welled up in his heart, Xiang Rong held back his emotions, and said comfortingly: "You just finished the operation, the doctor said that you will stay in the hospital for observation overnight, you can sleep peacefully, and I will take you home tomorrow morning."

Yan Qing got into the quilt obediently, blinked: "Don't turn off the light."

"No, don't be afraid, I'm here to guard you."

After finishing speaking, Xiang Rong covered him tightly without leaving any gaps.

Yan Qing only showed his head, and smiled slightly: "Brother Xiang Rong, good night."

"Good night." Xiang Rong pinched his face and sat quietly aside.

There was only a small bedside lamp turned on in the room, and the moonlight poured down on Xiang Rong's shoulders like a waterfall.

After a while, he vaguely heard Yan Qing's even breathing, and stood up carefully without making a sound.

He walked to the corridor, leaned his back against the white wall, lowered his head, and his heart was shattered to pieces, as if he was grabbed by the collar by the wind facing him, and punched his chest fiercely.

There were sighs in the corridor, one after another.

Physically and mentally exhausted.