Zhu Yilong--A Warm Smoke

Song Nuan smiled and withdrew her hands. Whether she deserves it or not is never something other people say. Maybe one day, she will really buy this watch, but not now.

"That's our friendship or my friendship with auntie, which is not worthy of the value of this watch. Take it back, Mr. Zhu, and stop tempting me." Song Nuan was close to begging, she couldn't bear this reality, No matter how precious things her loved ones give her, she can accept them calmly, but how can a stranger accept such kindness and kindness.

Zhu Yilong finally took back the watch box, he seemed to understand Song Nuan's sadness.

"Next time, you and I are no longer a doctor-patient relationship, and I am not suspected of accepting red envelopes. You can send me flowers, even if it is carnations, I will accept it." Song Nuan tried to joke.

"Okay." Zhu Yilong agreed, he was a little frustrated, not because he was rejected the gift, but because he mistakenly expressed his gratitude.

Song Nuan has many shortcomings, such as not being able to speak, bad temper, although she is not greedy but lazy, but Song Nuan also has advantages, she is very considerate and careful to the people she cares about, and can be keenly aware of the subtle changes in others. Highly praised, thinking that she is connected with him, can share the spiritual world, and is someone who can walk into the depths of his heart.So Song Nuan immediately sensed Zhu Yilong's discomfort, and comforted him online in real time, "You don't have to feel sorry, in fact, I am very grateful to you."

"Thank me for what?" Zhu Yilong felt a little incredulous.

Song Nuan looked at the boiling hot pot in front of her eyes, and heard the patter of rain in her ears, suddenly felt relieved, thanked him for a smile in the deep winter of Sanjiu, thanked him for a beam of warm light in the late night of lovesickness, thanked him for being in the muddy abyss Only with the support of such a wonderful person can we get out of the pain, we can quit the many bitter drugs of dependence and addiction, and we can give comfort and help to every patient.But how to say these, no, this is a secret in her heart, no one knows.

"Medicine is not what I love. I have long forgotten how to write the word original heart. Knowing you reminds me that I am also a person with dreams. Thank you for allowing me to do what I want to do purely. You It's my belief, and I want to be someone like you." Song Nuan said that even she was moved, she raised her water glass and drank it down, "This is probably the same idea of ​​your countless viewers, replace wine with tea , thank you."

Zhu Yilong was flattered, and wanted to drink the water in the glass, but his water was too hot, so he took a sip and asked, "What is your dream?"

Song Nuan held her chin, "Let's write. When I was young, I loved reading novels. Before the college entrance examination, I was still writing novels like death. I used to dream of making a living from this."

Zhu Yilong's eyes flickered slightly, "Can I read it?"

"Don't scare me, this is a hobby, don't dare to make a fool of yourself, my writing is so flat that people can't read it."

"Are you still writing?"

"At that time, I always wanted to be recognized, but things backfired. No one paid attention to it. In addition, I was very busy studying for a Ph. D. I made excuses for myself to stop for three years. If it weren't for you, I would have almost forgotten what writing brought me. I am so happy, and I have forgotten my original intention. In fact, I just like writing. So, Mr. Zhu Yilong, please keep your original intention and insist on filming for us. Alright, the meat is cooked, hurry up, I want to try that Hairy belly." Song Nuan abruptly changed the subject, eager to try with long chopsticks.

Zhu Yilong said yes, maybe he didn't even realize that there was a little indulgence in this simple word.

After eating a hot pot meal for nearly two hours, Zhu Yilong settled the bill and wanted to send Song Nuan home.Song Nuan shook her head, "You go, I'll wait for someone here."

Zhu Yilong looked around and asked strangely, "Do you want to have another meal?"

Song Nuan laughed out loud, "There's a movie theater nearby, and I've made an appointment to watch a movie at two o'clock."

"Oh." Zhu Yilong was stunned, "You didn't drive, I'll take you to the cinema."

"He came to pick me up. It's raining heavily and the road is difficult to walk. You should go back quickly."

"Oh, good." Zhu Yilong hesitated a little, then stood up, lowered his head slightly, and stretched out his hand with a smile, "Goodbye, Doctor Song, nice to meet you."

"Me too." Song Nuan stood up and finally stretched out her belated hand when parting.

"Hi." Song Nuan couldn't help but speak.

Zhu Yilong, who was about to go downstairs, stopped, turned around, and smiled at her.

Song Nuan returned the brightest smile, but just waved her hand without saying anything.

This is already the best farewell, Song Nuan told herself, it is decent enough.

Song Nuan sat by the window, the rain was far away, she didn't wear glasses, so she couldn't really see the scenery outside.

"Hello, remove this, serve a hot pot." Song Nuan yelled at the waiter, yes, she had some emotions that she was eager to express, she couldn't hold it back, she had to shout it out.

The waiter lowered his head and didn't ask any more questions. He and his colleagues quickly removed the mandarin duck pot and replaced it with a new spicy pot. They asked, "What would you like to order?"

Song Nuan still didn't look at the menu, "Spicy beef, duck intestines, lotus root slices, hairy tripe."

The waiter quickly registered and left to prepare dishes.

Song Nuan walked across to the place where Zhu Yilong had been sitting and sat down. There were still drops of rain on the red sofa, and the dark blue umbrella was placed by her feet.Song Nuan's eyes were dull, and he looked at a certain place on the table. This person, who knows how to be modest and would avoid suspicion and not be flirtatious, still gave the watch back. Probably there is some reason why he insisted on giving the watch. I insisted on giving it to Chopin because I deliberately told myself with a commercial rhythm that this is just a watch and nothing else.

Song Nuan was not happy, she threw all the meat and vegetables into the spicy pot, cooked them thoroughly, took them out and ate them.She hadn't eaten spicy food for more than half a year, and the chili oil choked her to cough again and again, but she didn't intend to stop, she mechanically stuffed it into her mouth, and swallowed it hard no matter whether she could hold it or not.The chili was boiled and became hotter and hotter. Song Nuan ate it with spicy soup. Her face was flushed, her forehead was sweating, and her tear glands finally couldn't take it anymore and began to collapse.

Song Nuan pretended that it was physical tears and didn't cry out loud, just sat there quietly, weeping while eating hot pot.

The waiter was terrified at the side, watching from a distance from time to time, for fear that something might happen to her.

Song Nuan ate for about an hour, and cried for an hour, and finally felt that it was almost done. She paid the bill, stood up with the help of the table, picked up the umbrella on the ground, and walked to the door step by step.

It rained heavily, like the day when Shen Wei asked for medicine in the rain.

Song Nuan hesitated for a long time under the eaves of the door, and finally opened the umbrella in her hand. She sat at the bus station for a while, and then began to walk on the side of the road. Many times she wanted to throw down the umbrella in her hand and go home. In the end I held back.She is no longer young, and the stupid things she did back then will never be repeated. She stood on the side of the road for half an hour, and finally got a taxi.

Take a taxi and you can go back to that warm home.

In May, the weather finally warmed up, Song Nuan recovered from a cold, and participated in two more blind dates that ended without illness, and bought a lot of new clothes and changed her hairstyle again.

The weather is getting hotter and there are more patients. Yang Yun has a baby and is on maternity leave, so the department is even busier. Song Nuan often works overtime until late at night, and has not updated the article for a week. Fortunately, the doctoral dissertation has passed the external review and only needs to wait for the final defense. , Song Nuan's doctoral diploma is finally in place.She decided to treat herself and wanted to take a trip with her colleagues after graduation.

"Is Xiao Song here?" someone shouted outside the duty room.

Song Nuan wasn't asleep at all, and when she raised her hand to look at the watch, it was almost two o'clock, so she climbed down from the upper bunk and asked, "What's the matter?" It wasn't her noon shift, so no one should have knocked on the door.

"Your patients in bed 36 are not well, so I want you to go and have a look." Xu Xiaohui waited for her at the door.

Song Nuan immediately put on the isolation gown and ran to the ward, "What's wrong?" Bed 36 is an old patient with neuromyelitis optica. She was hospitalized here when she first went to work. She came here about [-] times in six years, and each time was more serious. , now she is blind in both eyes, her limb strength is extremely poor, she has been unable to get out of bed for a long time, and her family conditions are average. This time she was hospitalized, she was not even willing to have an MRI examination, so Song Nuan was a little uncertain about her condition.

"When I was eating at noon, I suddenly felt so suffocated. It was a pleasure to go to the noon shift, and I was rescued for a while." Xu Xiaohui said while walking.

Song Nuan rushed to the bedside, and Lin Shuang walked over and said, "I have used Nicothami, but the effect is not obvious."

Song Nuan nodded and looked at the patient first. Her complexion was cyanotic and her mind was not clear. Her blood oxygen had dropped to 38%. Prepare for endotracheal intubation. Contact the intensive care unit and call Director Qi to come back."

Xu Lili was the first to fetch the balloon mask and put it on the patient immediately. After pressing it for a while, the blood oxygen began to go up, slowly rising to 70%.

"The intensive care unit said there was no bed, and the anesthesiology department will come later." Sister Fei ran over and said.

Song Nuan cursed secretly, seeing the patient gradually stabilized, she went to the nurse's station to make a phone call in person, "Hi, I'm neurology. Our patient has neuromyelitis optica and has difficulty breathing. I want to be referred to you."

"It's useless to turn to us, we're all on the ventilator." The nurse in the intensive care unit has always been very arrogant, "Besides, what should you do on the way here, let's call the anesthesiologist for intubation first." Then he hung up Telephone.

Song Nuan was about to lose her temper when she looked up and saw Director Qi rushing over from the venue, and asked while wearing a gown, "What's going on?"

"36 beds, it should be that the lesion is too high this time, and the respiratory muscles are involved. After using the balloon, the blood oxygen is close to 80%. The anesthesiology department said that it will arrive in a while, and there is no bed or ventilator in the intensive care unit." Song Nuan briefly reported illness.

Director Qi frowned and took out his mobile phone: "Go and communicate with the family members, I will contact their director."

The husband of the 36-bed patient is short and honest, and always looks miserable. Song Nuan rarely sees him smile, and his daughter-in-law has been ill for nearly ten years, and he always stays with him in bed. Apart from being poor in money, he is also dedicated He tried his best, worked hard, never got angry with his wife, and was the one who was scolded every time. After hearing Song Nuan's explanation of his illness, he only said, "It seems that this time I can't make it through."

Song Nuan was taken aback, and understood what he meant. Of course, she understood that everyone would get tired of bedside care, but she still tried to persuade: "Not necessarily, it will definitely be relieved by using a ventilator. We are going to put her on a ventilator now." In the intensive care unit, the director is in contact, do you want to discuss it first?"

"The child is rushing over." Just such a sentence, neither saving nor giving up.