Chapter 299 Chapter 299: Talking about the death of Wan Xi, the car accident of Xie Dang (one more)

It's Ms. Yang, the mother who talks and smiles. She hasn't seen her for a few months. She is full of hair and is a lot older. She is not as pretentious as before, kneeling on the ground, bowing her body like an old woman.

"Doctor Shi, please, save my daughter." She raised her hand and tried to grab Shi Jin's clothes corner.

He took a step back and frowned, "Mrs. Tan, I am not a savior, but a surgeon, that's all."

Ms. Yang sobbed in a low voice: "Can't you really think of a way?"

Everyone said that her daughter was not saved, but she was only 25 years old, so young ...

Shi Jin shook his head: "Sorry."

He motioned to Xiao Yi to support the person, and he didn't want to pull any more. When he turned around, he saw Jiang Jiusheng not far away. He walked over to him: "How did you get out of bed?"

Ms. Yang bowed her back and walked past her, her eyes dull and dazed.

Jiang Jiusheng glanced back and looked back: "I'm okay." She looked at Shi Jin, looking much better, "You can be discharged."

Shi Jin supported her infusion stand, pushed with one hand, and led her to the office with one hand: "Cold season cold, it is easy to repeat, stay two more days in the hospital." He closed the door and took her behind the clinic On the hospital bed, "Just be with me."

Jiang Jiusheng said yes, and thought of it before: "Is it really not saved to talk about it?"

Shi Jin nodded: "After her heart transplant operation, she had a strong rejection reaction, and her heart function failed too quickly, and she was unable to return to heaven."

If you stay abroad, you may be able to survive this winter, dragging the patient back to the country, and the winter will not pass.

Jiang Jiusheng kept silent, thinking for a long time, but still couldn't help asking: "If you have been her attending doctor, can she live longer?"

Hypothesis only.

She and Tan Mobao were once torn off because of the Tanjia, and Shi Jin could never continue to be the doctor in charge of the conversation.

Shi Jin thought about it and answered her: "I don't know, there are many variations of heart disease. Even if my main knife gave her a heart transplant, it should be no better. The probability of rejection for rare blood types is 6.3 for normal blood types. Times. "Shi Jin's voice was low and deep," Sheng Sheng, I am not a god, and there are diseases that I can't cure and can't save. "

What's more, he is not a kind person. He is revengeful, mixed with personal likes and dislikes.

"I know." She still had a needle on the back of her right hand and hugged him with the other hand. "I just felt that life was fragile."

Death always teaches people unexpectedly.

It seems to be a topic of fear.

Shi Jin held her chin and looked at him. He looked at her seriously and said seriously: "So, you have to eat and sleep well, take care of yourself, don't get hurt, don't get sick, don't take your body too hard , I hope you will grow old without disease and disaster. "

Jiang Jiusheng turned his head slightly and brushed the back of his hand with his lips: "I will, you have to do the same." She grabbed his hand, held it in her hand, and raised her head slightly, "Shi Jin, if, just if, our There are only ten days left in life, what will you do? "

How can he and she die, he does not like this assumption.

Still thinking about it seriously, he replied: "Use one day to arrange our future affairs, the remaining nine days, stay with you in bed, do enough."

Of course, not just arranging the aftermath, he should also destroy the world and kill all the people who are holding them back together.

Of course, you can't tell Sheng Sheng that will scare her.

Jiang Jiusheng froze for a moment, and his ears were hot. "... I'm serious."

Shi Jin is good at being good: "Me too."

After killing everyone, he died on her.

Jiang Jiusheng: "..."

The next day, Tan Wanxi's mother came to cardiac surgery again, but this time instead of begging Shi Jin to rescue her daughter, he begged him to see her.

She came many times, except in the ward, all the time was outside Shi Jin's office.

In the evening, Shi Jin went to talk about Wan Xi's ward. After she transferred to Tianbei Hospital, the attending doctor was not Shi Jin. This was the first time she met him after returning home.

The ward was quiet and the footsteps were obvious.

She couldn't open her eyes well and couldn't see clearly. She looked at the blurry outline at the door: "Shi Jin, are you?" She wasn't sure, her voice was weak, "Are you here?"

Shi Jin approached the bed.

Tan Wanxi blinked, seeing him clearly. He still has the same breeze as before, Chilan Yushu. It's just that she's different, her face is ashamed and skinny.

Shi Jin said: "If anything, I will have surgery later."

He has a good voice and is exactly the same as before.

She was wearing an oxygen mask and spoke a little harder: "I have a question I always wanted to ask you."

Shi Jin looked at her with a faint look: "You ask."

She faced the light, the light hit her eyes, there were some holes, the pupils were light in color, and the speed of her speech was very slow: "My dad said that before I went to the United States for surgery, domestic doctors would not give me the knife , Are you talking? "Do you want me to die?

In the latter sentence, I can't ask.

Shi Jin didn't hesitate for a moment, and admitted: "Well, it's me." After a pause, he cherished the words like gold and added, "It's the truth."

He was free to talk about the risks of surgery.

Selfishness is not fake, but, to be honest, the success rate of the operation is very low, and the probability of death of more than 90% is not saved. Which domestic doctors dare to take over.

The conversation twitched his lips and smiled.

There's nothing to be unwilling to do, but it's a fate, and I can't blame others.

She looked at Shi Jin with her eyelids, because she was so thin that she had a small face but a big slap, and her eyes became bigger and bigger, but she was indifferent. I'm going through this winter, but I want to come back. "She bit a little bit harder and made it clear," I want to see you again. "

Shi Jin didn't answer the phone, his expression was flat, and there was no ups and downs in his eyes.

Tan Lie lying down, with one hand exposed outside, blue and purple, many instrument tubes attached to it, his wrists are very thin, and the uneven lines of bones can be seen clearly.

She said to herself: "I have always remembered the first time I saw you recently."

That was three years ago, she hung up his consultation.

He was wearing a white coat and a white shirt inside. When she entered, he didn't look up. While looking at her case, he lowered his head and asked, "Miss Tan?"

At that time she thought, her voice was really nice.

She approached and introduced herself: "Hello, I am talking."

He looked up and his eyes were ordinary: "Please sit down."

What a delicate face.

She looked into her eyes and forgot to move away for a moment, as if she saw Xinghe Wanli, and saw a deep blue deep in the sea, clean and thorough.

He repeated it, his tone still not slow: "Please sit down."

She took back her eyes, sat down, and cleaned up her gaffe: "You are a doctor when you are." The authoritative doctor of cardiac surgery, she thought she would be an old man.

He nodded and put down the pen in his hand: "I am Shi Jin, your doctor."

A silver fountain pen with white lettering on the cap. She couldn't see the letters on it clearly. Maybe she didn't have the energy to read it. Her eyes fell on his hand.

The surgeon's hand, the hand holding the scalpel, is too beautiful.

Three years later, when I think about it, my memory is not vague, but still clear, just like yesterday.

"Shi Jin," some of her loose pupils focused slightly and looked at him, "If I meet you a little earlier, it is earlier than Jiang Jiusheng, you--"

Shi Jin interrupted her words: "Miss Tan,"

Miss Tan ...

Or as always called, always keeping the distance.

There is no special expression on his face, just like looking at one of his patients, there is no personal emotion in his eyes, he said: "No if."

Talking about to just open your mouth.

Shi Jin said, "If there is, there is only my girlfriend."

She smiled and wore an oxygen mask and gasped twice: "I'm almost dying, you can't lie to me."

He politely refused: "Sorry, I don't have that obligation."

Yes, he is an indifferent temperament. Except for Jiang Jiusheng, he will not seek for others. Even if she is dying, she has never seen a hint of mourning in his eyes.

If her mother didn't ask for him, he probably wouldn't come to see her.

What a affectionate and heartless man.

For a few days, the weather was good, without wind and rain, and the sun was warm, just in the early winter season, it was dark early and extremely cold at night.

On the second night of Jiang Jiusheng's hospitalization, the moon was very round, oh, lunar fifteen.

At about 9 o'clock in the evening, there was crying in the corridor of the inpatient department. After a long time without stopping, Shi Jin came out of Jiang Jiusheng's ward and asked the nurse outside: "Who is crying?"

The nurse on duty replied: "The patient in the ward downstairs has passed away, and he is a family member." There is no emotion, and in the hospital, he has long been accustomed to birth and death.

Shi Jin silent for a short time: "Three zero seven?"

The nurse on duty surprised and nodded: "Yes, the 307 patient just stopped breathing."

In the 307 ward, there was a chat.

On December 12th, at 9:49:56 PM, the conversation passed away, and outside the ward, Mrs. Yang cried hysterically.

In the ward, the white cloth covered the body, revealing a wrist, pale and bloodless. Ms. Yang knelt in front of the hospital bed, crying and shouting ‘wandan’, Tan Xiyao sat on the ground, weeping while covering her face.

Soon after, the medical staff came to transfer the body, under the pillow, a black diary fell out, and fell on the ground, the wind blew, the paper sheet turned open, and Juan Xiu's font jumped on the paper.

My attending doctor is a young man.

He has a gentle name, Shi Jin.

He was polite to everyone, but not close to anyone.

He is a very powerful doctor. He looks surprisingly beautiful with a scalpel.

He likes white, white drinking glasses, white shirts, white sneakers, and white lettering on pens.

He loves cleanliness, has a slight cleansing habit, and will carry disinfectant with him.

His hands are very beautiful and his writing is beautiful.

He always calls me politely and politely.

His eyes are very charming, but, when I look at me, I will always be alienated by three points, like the mountains and clouds.

At night, I always think about what such a cool person would look like if he fell in love with someone.

It turned out that it would be crazy.

For the first time in my life, I tasted the feeling of jealousy, sourness, unwillingness, and resentment, fermenting and growing in my heart, which was already overwhelmed.

I became the kind of woman I hated the most, playing harlequin in other people's stories.

He never looked at me intently. I did n’t know before. The shadow reflected in his eyes was a bright galaxy that I had never seen before.

My heart is getting worse and worse, and I'm probably reminding me that I can't afford such a man.

My father said that he refused to operate on me. He used to love the way he took a scalpel. In the end, he did not pick up the scalpel for me.

I changed a heart, and the new attending doctor said that research showed that the heart cells had memory, but I changed the heart, and it was him who pretended to be.

My mother often wipes tears behind my back, I think, probably my time is running out.

I want to go back to China and I want to see him at the end.

He was still him, as he first saw him, with vast stars hidden in his eyebrows, like the stars of winter night.

My life is short, the story is not long, the four-word summary, love is not enough.

Don't talk about it.

Clap.

The lights in the ward were turned on, and the eyelids in the bed moved, but they didn't turn on.

Shi Jin walked over and shouted softly: "Sheng Sheng."

Jiang Jiusheng opened his eyes and slept a little: "Huh?"

He moved closer and said, "We are discharged."

She was surprised and her sleep fell apart: "Now?"

"Ok."

She sat up and looked at the time. At ten o'clock in the evening, she asked Shi Jin: "Why are you so anxious?"

Shi Jin went to get the clothes, turned back to the bed to help her get dressed, and explained: "Suddenly thinking of Xu Bomei."

Jiang Jiusheng laughed dumbly.

The window was closed, and the wind outside the window could still be heard. Shi Jin held her, her hands were cold, she clenched tightly, and rubbed twice: "It's cold outside, you wear more."

Shi Jin unzipped her jacket: "I hold you, not cold."

He took her home, unwilling to see her leave her life and death, and unwilling to witness her death.

On December 15th, the Tan family held a funeral in Jiangbei Funeral Home.

On the hall, in the black and white photo, the girl smiled Gu Pan, and on the table were the memorial offerings, as well as white chrysanthemums and calla lilies. .

"Guanxi."

"Guanxi."

Ms. Yang wore black, both temples were white, and looked at the photo blankly: "How did you go like this, how do you let your mother live."

There were no more tears in her eyes, Yin Hong was dry, Ms. Yang murmured, and she began to cry again: "Guan Xi, my daughter, my daughter who is desperate."

"Mom will follow you."

"Mom is not alive."

The cry stopped abruptly. Ms. Yang stood up and ran towards the wall. At this time, someone pulled her and stumbled to the ground.

She burst into tears and fainted.

People who came to pay their condolences came and went without saying anything. A lot of flowers were put in the room, the incense was burned, and the taste was very heavy. It made people feel depressed when they entered.

There were two rows of wreaths at the door. The ceremonial of the funeral parlor stood aside and asked the people who stayed at the door: "Are you here to express condolences?" Probably engaged in funeral work all year round, and the woman's tone was formulated, "The white chrysanthemum is there."

The coming man is a young girl, dressed in black, standing at the door, without going in.

"calligraphy."

It was Tan Xiyao, who came out from inside and looked at the door with red eyes: "Mobao."

Tan Mobao didn't respond, walked over, took a white chrysanthemum, placed it in front of the Lingtang, stooped down and burned a joss stick, then knelt on the futon, bowed three times, got up, she looked at the photo, turned around and left .

Tan Xiyao caught up, the old bell, bent over, his voice choked: "Mo Bao, you stay, this is your sister."

Tan Mobao turned his head back and, like all the guests who came to express his condolences, bowed: "Mr. Tan, mourn."

Tan Xiyao's eyes were immediately wet: "Mobao ..."

She said nothing, left, and left the cry behind, walking faster and faster, walking to no one's place, squatting down, bowing her eyes and red eyes.

In the evening, the nine disciples of the Xie family hosted a wedding banquet, and the master Xie Dang metabolized the gift, because he drove the car and did not drink. Send it back.

Damn, tired!

Sending the last one away, he parked to the side and took a break. He called Master Xie's phone and made a complaint.

At this point, there were not many pedestrians on the road, the street performers under the flyover had not confiscated their stalls, and the film stalls had not gone.

Under the bridge, the figure was shrunk, and the headlights coming and going were bright and dark for a while.

"Talk about Mobao."

Xie Dang wore a mask and stood outside and yelled. The squat squatted and didn't respond. He walked in a little and was not angry: "Talk about Mobao!"

The squat under the flyover turned back.

The headlights just hit, and the light flashed across her face.

Xie Dang really looked at it: "It's really you. Don't sleep here at night. You have brains--" The word "pit" hasn't been spoken yet, the car lights flickered, and she was in tears In his eyes, he froze for a moment, "Crying?"

Seeing her look into the sky and ridicule, she thought the girl was made of reinforced concrete, and it was originally made of water.

Tan Mobao wiped his eyes and stuck his neck and said, "No cry, the wind is blowing."

The voice choked, crying.

This tearful look made me unaccustomed, and Xie Dang kicked the stone on the ground: "Go back and stop drinking the northwest wind."

She listened and stood up, probably squatting for a long time, numb feet, staggering two steps, turning her head: "Dang, go to the bar."

Look at her pathetic ...

Xie Dang took her to a clearing bar, the location is not easy to find, but the clearing bar has good drinks, high consumption, arty decoration, most of the fun to go there are regular customers, or rich or expensive regular customers.

He drove the car, without drinking, he looked at Mobao Niuyin, thousands of glasses of foreign wine, let her drink a boiled water posture.

In less than fifteen minutes, a row of empty glasses.

At this moment, Nao had already started shaking her head, Xie Dang pressed the glass in front of her: "OK, don't drink."

She looked up, grinned at him, stood up, took a cup in the distance, dried it up, sat back, squinted her eyes, leaned against the deck: "A few days ago, I hated Man died. "

Xie Dang threw a broad bean into his mouth: "So what are you crying for?"

"I thought it would be very happy, very relieved, and I could see the ghost, and I was a little sad." She said to herself, shattered thoughts, "Isn't it that the scourge has been left for thousands of years? She is also very bad, how can she live Twenty-five?"

She really hates talking and talking, and she is really clogged. She is so dead, she was a little caught off guard.

With that said, she reached for the glass on the table again.

Xie Dang moved the glass away: "Come on, don't drink it, I won't care if you get drunk."

She emptied herself and lay on the armrest of the seat. She yelled herself: "She is very pitiful. She has suffered from heart disease since she was born. Her father and mother are very special. She wants something for her. What, it just spoiled people. "

Xie Dang did not accept her, let her say.

She was confused and drunk, and said in a dragging tone: "She is like a vampire, sucking my blood at both ends for three days, I hate her."

"She looks beautiful, she is smart, and she has the mind to do business, so she just likes someone who doesn't like her."

She grinned and smiled.

"I don't need to be happy after I know it. Someone I hate can finally frustrate her and let her taste the unseen."

The smile at the corner of her mouth was gone, and she blinked her eyelids, reddening a little.

"She has heart disease and should not be overjoyed, but I have seen her grieved several times, probably because of this, and she will not live long."

"She was always lukewarm to me. She didn't have a good word. She hated it so much. I used to curse her viciously many times before, but now the curse is effective, and she finally died."

Xie Dang was confused, didn't know who she was talking about, glanced at the time, and kicked the legs of the opposite table with her legs shaking: "Go back after saying enough, I still have something to do at night."

She didn't move and sat lazily, and suddenly came the sentence: "The dead man is my sister in blood." The eyelids twitched twice and lifted up, the laser light of the bar shone in, tears Whirlpool, "She is like me, with panda blood, the only person in the world that bleeds like me."

Xie Dang is quiet.

Then, Tan Mobao was also quiet. After that, he said nothing, poured one cup after another into his stomach, threw a bottle of wine, and sat on the floor crying, singing while crying, singing Jiang Jiusheng ’s song, obviously a cheerful rhythm. She burst into tears as she sang.

In the end it was a human life, suddenly gone ...

At more than ten o'clock in the evening, Song Jing finally coaxed the child to sleep, and just lay down. With her eyes closed for less than ten minutes, the phone on the table rang. She didn't answer it, and the phone rang continuously without tire.

At this point, no one but the ancestor would call.

Song Jing took a deep breath and took it, without suppressing the anger: "Don't sleep at night, sleepwalking!"

Xie Dang said concisely: "You come here."

Your ancestor!

Song Jing rolled his eyes: "What's wrong with you?"

Uncle Xie Dang's tone: "Not me."

She just wanted to ask who it was, and there was a singing voice over there.

"There is a vine in front of Amen, the green area of ​​Anen Anen has just sprouted, and the snail is carrying the heavy shell, climbing up step by step ..."

I sang hysterically, but I did n’t have a word on it. The big night, it was very infiltrating. This is not the point, the point is that it is actually a woman!

Song Jing immediately got up from the bed: "Who is the ghost crying wolf howling?"

"Vice President of Jiangbei Support Association."

She did not respond for a while.

Xie Dang urged over there: "Come here and get rid of people. If you don't come again, my ears will be deafened by her poison."

At this time, it was another screaming song.

"Am I the person you love the most? Why don't you talk, hold your cold hand, and don't move makes me sad ..."

The crying turned and the singing became happy.

"The windmill creaks and turns, the scenery here is really beautiful, the sky is beautiful, and there are happy friends together ..."

Xie Dang: "..." Ah, noisy!

He took off his coat and talked about Mobao's head. She was honest and sleeping in the deck, so he had his ears clear.

After touching for about half an hour, Xie Dang estimated that Song Jing was coming soon, and woke the sleeping person. After sleeping for a while, Tan Mobo woke up a few minutes, and no longer troubled. He followed Xie Dang obediently, and his footsteps wobbled. He was quiet and obedient.

The man with tattooed arms bumped Xie Dang head-on, without apologizing. He entered a box and took the door with it. With a click, the door bounced back without closing.

Xie Dang glanced back.

"Miss."

The man's voice seemed to hurt his throat, and he pulled out his throat.

There was a slit in the door, and you could see the man's burly back, as well as a pair of long legs overlapped by the woman on the sofa, with red high heels under her feet.

"Is something delivered?"

The words are round and beautiful, and the female voice is very nice.

The man bowed his head respectfully: "It has been sent to Qin Mingli."

The woman laughed and her white hand shook the wine glass: "It's time to close the net."

Outside the door, Xie Dang leaned against the wall.

Tan Mobao reached out and pulled his clothes corner: "Dang, I--"

He covered her mouth and shook his head. She didn't wake up completely, she was a little ignorant, she didn't move or squeak, and stood honestly.

Xie Dang moved a little to the door and continued listening.

It took another half an hour or so before Song Jing's phone call came back. Xie Dang had been waiting in the car for a while, and was impatient: "Why so long?"

On the first officer, Tan Mobao slept dimly.

He is a public figure and cannot send her to the hotel. He can only point to Song Jing to finish.

"There was an accident on Cangning Road and it was blocked. Where are you?"

"Listen in the alley behind Jiuxuan." Xie Dang also chose a remote place because he was afraid of paparazzi. He grabbed a little curly hair and it was a bit blown up. "Hurry, I'm going to freeze to death Now. "

Song Jing grinded the molar after grinding: "Waiting." This enemy!

Hanging up the phone, Xie Dang shivered.

In the deep alley, the night was quiet and there were barks in the distance. There were a few cars parked on the side of the road. There was no one around. The street lights were broken and it was dark and bright for a while.

Suddenly, the body shook slightly.

"Boom."

"Boom."

"Boom."

Three consecutive sounds with a loud noise, as if something heavy hit the rear of the car.

Xie Dang rolled down the window and shouted, "Who?"

No one answered, echoes came from the alley, and the barking of dogs in the distance was even more fierce.

He got out of the car and walked to the end of the car. He saw three bricks on the ground and his car was smashed with three seals.

Who the **** smashed his car!

He walked forward for a while, and looked up at the end of the wall courtyard. At the entrance of the alley, when a headlight suddenly came, he turned around, and the strong light pierced his eyes.

Opposite, the black body crashed over quickly.

There is one more thing, it will be late, no need to wait, watch tomorrow morning

I continue to code

(End of this chapter)