Fire fighting

The business has been very good in the past few days, and there is no shortage of buyers on Xianyu. Yan Qing can draw four to five paintings a day.

He deposits the saved money in the online bank, and he can still get a few cents of interest every day.

Although it was hard work, Yan Qing never tired of it, especially when he saw the feedback from customers, he felt that the hard work was not in vain.

From the past few days, an account has come to ask him to paint almost every day. Sometimes he paints landscapes, sometimes he paints people. There are all kinds of scenery, mountains, rivers, lakes, cities and villages, but the people are regular, almost all soccer player.

What confused Yan Qing the most was the name of the account.

Macy's pro-introduction chamber apprentice.

This is similar to my own nickname...

Yan Qing didn't think much about it, and just drew according to his request step by step. However, the other party was different from other customers. Others paid after receiving the painting. This person had to pay the money after making the request.

Yan Qing asked him not to give it first, but the other party didn't listen, Yan Qing had no choice but to let him give it, and he didn't accept it first, and clicked to collect the payment after the other party confirmed that he had received the painting.

One or two days is fine, but the other party has been here for a week, which surprised Yan Qing and made him a little satisfied. It seems that someone really appreciates his achievements.

At the end of March, Lucheng ushered in the return to the south sky. The weather was only clear for a moment, and the clouds regained their emotions.

The reefs on the river bank were flooded by water, and the ripples pushed the drooping leaf buds, causing the branches to slant.The raindrops splashed on the window sills and gathered in the pits of different sizes, blurring the world that the people in the house looked out.

Yan Qing turned his head to look at the foggy window, and said to himself, "It's raining again."

Yan Qing likes sunny days, especially cloudless days. Rainy days always seem to bring bad things, such as old illnesses.

As soon as the weather was cold, my body would suffer from the cold, and my limbs would ache. Although the pain was not endless, every time it was painful.

So he accelerated the speed of painting, trying to deliver the manuscript before the onset of illness.

It didn't work as expected, and before he could draw a few strokes, his left leg began to ache.

Yan Qing quickly took out the Qu/Horse/Duo painkillers on the table, and swallowed two pills before receiving water.

I can hold back, I can hold on for a while longer.

Dazzling incandescent lamps cast Yan Qing's shadow on the drawing board. He tried to concentrate on the creation, but it seemed a bit difficult.

His palms were sweating slightly, and he convulsed for a moment, his wrist trembled, and the pencil drew a line outward.

Yan Qing panicked, and hurriedly took the eraser to erase it. Before he could hold the pen firmly, his right hand began to shake.

The pain intensified. From the lower limbs to the spine, the legs seemed to be full of nails, which were deeply pierced inward by the rotation of the screwdriver.

Yan Qing gritted his teeth, held his breath, and did not spit it out, as if the lack of oxygen could relieve the pain, he pressed his left hand on his right hand, and continued to write and fill.

Suddenly, a drop of red liquid fell on the back of the hand.

Yan Qing was dazed, before he could react, a piece of toilet paper was handed to him, and the grandma next to the bed stood by the bed, eyes full of worry, she used the paper to gently wipe the tip of Yan Qing's nose and the middle of his body, for fear of hurting him.

Yan Qing raised his head dully, and after wiping, he saw blood on the paper.

It turned out to be a nosebleed.

Not only the nasal cavity, but also the bloody smell overflowed from the throat.

Yan Qing jumped out of bed immediately, and fell to the ground before he could stand still. His ankles were sore, his knees were brittle, and his bones seemed to be eaten away by moths.

He struggled to support the bed, scrambled and rushed into the toilet, locked the door behind him, and spat blood out of the toilet.

There was blood hanging from the corner of his mouth, Yan Qing didn't have time to wipe it off, and the overwhelming pain hit him like a tide.

He fell to the ground, grinning his teeth, his whole body shrunk into a ball, every inch of his muscles and bones seemed to be scratched by a blunt knife, he couldn't make a sound, couldn't breathe, and didn't even have the strength to roll over.

Yan Qing vomited blood again, and the blood mixed with saliva splashed all over the ground.

The grandmother in the next bed rang the nurse's bell, and Wen Yi rushed into the ward in a hurry. She pressed the doorknob of the toilet, and when she realized that the door was locked, she knocked on the door and shouted: "Yan Qing! Yan Qing! Open the door!"

Words are like ripples, gradually blurred with the ripples, Yan Qing can only vaguely hear them.

Not only the ears, but also a double image in front of my eyes, the world is spinning, and all objects are dancing.

"Yan Qing! Are you sick again? Lie flat on your back, don't force yourself, take a deep breath, take a deep breath!"

Yan Qing followed her instructions and relaxed his whole body as much as possible, but the pain still hit his body like a hammer, piercing his heart.

Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale...

I don't know whether it was the painkiller pills that were effective, or Wen Yi's assistance. After about 3 minutes, the pain gradually weakened, and the ears gradually became clearer, and the eyes became brighter again.

After fully waking up, Yan Qing broke out in sweat. He looked at the ceiling silently, but his body was still weak.

Yan Qing felt a throbbing in his heart, this time the symptoms were stronger than before, and he even vomited blood.

"Sister Wen Yi, I'm fine."

Wen Yi finally breathed a sigh of relief: "Don't get up first, go back to bed when you have strength, don't draw today, go to bed early, and I will buy dinner for you later."

"Okay, sorry to trouble you." Yan Qing said.

He took a few breaths, took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and sent a message to the Xianyu user who was nicknamed Messi's apprentice.

"Sorry, I can't hand in your painting today. If you don't want it, I can apply for a refund for you."

It was a bit disappointing to send it out like this, so he added another sentence carefully.

"How about you wait a little longer, I promise I will give it to you tomorrow!"

The other party did not reply.

Yan Qing took back the phone, slowly raised his arms, and struggled to get up from the ground. He dipped a paper in water and wiped off the blood on the ground bit by bit.

He returned to the bed, got into the bed, and wanted to lie down for a while.

Not long after, Wen Yi bought dinner. She carried a bag of Qingjiang Sanxian noodles and put them on Yan Qing's bedside: "Eat this noodles while it's hot. It's easy to hurt your stomach when it's cold."

Yan Qing sat up from the bed: "Understood, I will transfer the money to you in a while, thank you Sister Wen Yi."

"No, your brother Xiang Rong bought it." Wen Yi reassured.

Yan Qing was surprised: "Brother Xiang Rong came to the hospital?"

"Yes, Jiang Ce came with him," Wen Yi was puzzled, "Didn't he tell you?"

Yan Qing shook his head.

"Maybe he doesn't want you to know," Wen Yi said, "Xiang Rong is just like that, he likes to take everything by himself."

Yan Qing was confused when he heard this: "What's wrong with Brother Xiang Rong?"

"He was forced by Jiang Ce to come to the hospital to see a psychologist."

Psychologist?

Yan Qing was even more confused: "Brother Xiang Rong has a mental problem?"

Wen Yi helped him spread the noodles in the bowl: "I'm not sure, I heard from Jiang Ce that there is a knot in his heart that has not been resolved, and he can't continue working."

Yan Qing only knew that Xiang Rong didn't want to do it anymore, but he didn't expect the reason to be so.

After pondering for a moment, he asked, "Since brother Xiang Rong bought this noodles, wouldn't he already know that I was hospitalized?"

"That's not true. He thought you were at the nurse's desk, and he just asked me to bring you the noodles." Wen Yi took out disposable chopsticks and handed them to Yan Qing, "Eat quickly, or the noodles will be lumpy in a while, and I'll return them to you." To take care of patients in other rooms, we have to leave first."

After saying that, just as Wen Yi was about to turn around, Yan Qing called out from behind: "Sister Wen Yi!"

Wen Yi stopped and turned around.

Yan Qing said softly, "Do you know which building and floor the psychology department is in?"

I was not in the mood to eat this meal. After three times, five times and two times were resolved, Yan Qing took off his hospital clothes and changed into his own sweater. He went from the inpatient department to the outpatient department, from the oncology department to the psychology department, and searched for a long time. , finally saw Jiang Ce at the door of a psychological consultation room that was not yet off work.

"Brother Jiang Ce!" He yelled from afar, and after he yelled, he felt that his voice was a little louder, and he immediately covered his mouth.

Jiang Ce turned his head and looked a little amused at his reaction, so he waved his hand and signaled him to come over.

"Get off work, little nurse?" Jiang Ce joked.

Yan Qing trotted over, nodded, and after looking around for a week, he didn't find Xiang Rong: "Where's brother Xiang Rong?"

Jiang Ce pointed to the door: "Just entered, the doctor is asking questions."

Yan Qing let out an "oh".

Jiang Ce leaned against the wall and asked casually, "Is dinner delicious?"

"Delicious." Yan Qing said.

"That's fine," Jiang Ce crossed his arms, "Rong Ge specially ordered a large portion for you."

"..."

Yan Qing remembered that every time he ate, Xiang Rong hated himself for eating too little.

"Brother Xiang Rong, is he sick?" Yan Qing focused on the issue he was most concerned about.

Jiang Ce nodded, and quickly shook his head again: "It's sort of."

Yan Qing looked at the closed door in front of him, as if he could see Xiang Rong sitting inside: "What's wrong with him?"

Jiang Ce, who has always been foolish on weekdays, is no longer funny at this moment. He is helpless, with a serious and serious expression.

This made Yan Qing feel that the matter was not small.

Jiang Ce considered Shaoqing: "I don't know whether I should tell you, maybe Brother Rong doesn't want others to know, this is his knot."

Yan Qing said it plainly: "Sister Wen Yi said that he is a person who likes to be brave. If he keeps carrying it, how can his knot be solved?"

Jiang Ce squinted at him, as if he thought it made sense.

"Do you want to help him too?"

Yan Qing stopped.

The scorching fire of the corner building at Wuli Street, the sparkling blue waves under the Shenjiang Bridge, these painful and unbearable moments before withering, it was the young man who brought the brilliance like epiphyllum, those who put life and death aside and outlined beautiful wishes In an instant, there are cloudy and sunny, wind and moon, they are not illusory, they become easily available because of the existence of Xiang Rong.

Yan Qing looked at Jiang Ce and nodded sincerely.

"Brother Xiang Rong is a firefighter. He has saved so many people including me. I have always owed him a favor. This time I will save him. Regardless of the result, I want to give it a try."

"Okay, since you've said it all, I'm not afraid that Brother Rong will find out," Jiang Ce vented his strength, "You little nurse has a sense of morality."

Yan Qing gave him a clear look: "You can only be serious for three seconds."

Jiang Ce pulled Yan Qing to the chair on the corridor: "Have you noticed that Brother Rong is a little afraid of heights?"

When Yan Qing went to the fire station to look for Xiang Rong for the first time, he noticed that he was keeping away from the window edge of the corridor, which Yan Qing noticed.

"The observation is quite meticulous," Jiang Ce teased, "Then do you know why Brother Rong always wants to help you fulfill your wish?"

Yan Qing didn't have a clue about this, and Jiang Ce also knew that he couldn't answer, so he pointed it out.

"Xiang Rong once knew a person who couldn't survive for a time. At that time, the suggestion given by the psychiatrist was to hope that the family members of the patient could take her to write down her wishes and fulfill them one by one. Healing her heart disease by discovering the beauty in life, so Xiang Rong kept in mind This method, but unfortunately it didn’t work, he also suffered from height fear, so he decided to quit the fire squadron, but after he found you in the turret that day, he chose to help you realize your wish in order to let you completely eliminate the idea of ​​suicide, You are the last trapped person in his career, and he has been trying to save you in his own way."

Yan Qing suddenly realized, and asked after a while: "You said brother Xiang Rong knew someone who had a heart disease, how is she doing now?"

"She..." Jiang Ce was at a loss for words for a moment, his eyes showed sorrow, "She has passed away."