After hanging up the phone, Tang Junhe frowned. He didn't bother to say anything more to You Xin. He raised his leg and walked towards the side of the corridor. Seeing that the elevator stopped on the first floor, he turned and walked to the stairwell. Seeing that his expression was different, You Xin chased him to the stairs and asked, "Doctor Tang, what happened?"

Tang Junhe went downstairs in a hurry, and he didn't have time to turn his head back, so he hurriedly responded: "I have something urgent to go back, please help me say sorry."

"Let your brother take you back." Before the words finished, Tang Junhe had already descended to the second floor of the stairs. You Xin had a vague feeling that something was wrong, so he hurried back to the private room: "Captain, your brother seems to have encountered some urgent matter. Pick up the phone and leave!"

Yang Xuan immediately looked up at her: "What's the hurry?"

"I do not know!"

Tang Junhe opened the door of the lobby on the first floor, intending to stop a taxi on the side of the road, but eight or nine o'clock in the evening was the peak time for the nearby Internet companies to get off work, and almost all the passing taxis were full of passengers. The car sped away. He took out his mobile phone and planned to use the car-hailing software to call a car, but the waiting time passed by seconds, but the car was still delayed.

Maybe I can only ask Yang Xuan for help. Tang Junhe opened the dial interface in a panic, and after entering a few numbers on it, he suddenly realized that Yang Xuan no longer used this number ten years ago. The familiar number may have already changed hands. He didn't have time to think about it, so he turned and walked towards the door of the restaurant. He walked so hastily that he almost bumped into Yang Xuan who was coming out.

Tang Junhe stopped and staggered, Yang Xuan stretched out his hand to support him: "Wait here, I'll drive." After speaking, he turned sideways and walked past him.

Tang Junhe sat in the car, only to feel his hands and feet go weak for a while, the seat belt was pulled to his side, and he was so panicked that he couldn't align the jack, Yang Xuan reached out to help him fasten the seat belt.

When the car started, Tang Junhe put his elbows on his legs, lowered his head, put his palms on his forehead, and tried his best to calm himself down. It took a long time to regain consciousness, and suddenly realized that he had forgotten to explain the destination to Yang Xuan, and raised his head, only to find that the direction of the car was indeed heading towards the hospital. Yang Xuan guessed it.

Tang Junhe took out his mobile phone, called Aunt Zhou again, and asked how the situation was.

"Still in the operating room."

"Have you checked for intracranial hemorrhage?"

"Checked, no bleeding."

Only then did Tang Junhe breathe a sigh of relief. It seemed that the situation was not as bad as imagined, and there was still hope for everything.

When the car stopped downstairs in the hospital, Yang Xuan turned to look at him and said, "You go up first, I'll stop."

At this time, he couldn't care about other things. Tang Junhe unfastened his seat belt and pushed the door to get off. The elevator happened to stop on the first floor, and he took the elevator to the seventh floor.

The red light in the emergency room was flashing, and Aunt Zhou came up to her in a hurry: "Doctor Tang, you are here, you scared me to death just now!"

"What's going on inside?" Tang Junhe forced himself to calm down and asked.

"I don't know, the doctor hasn't come out yet."

"I'll go in and take a look." After Tang Junhe finished speaking, he went to the dressing room to change into sterile clothes. He is a surgeon and has the privilege of being in the operating room.

Rescue work was being carried out in an intense and orderly manner in the laminar flow room. Seeing him coming in, the doctors and nurses standing by the operating table did not show any surprise. In the past, when Tang Xiaonian performed operations, he would often watch from the sidelines. Although surgeons are used to seeing life and death, no one understands the feeling of being a child.

Tang Junhe stood a little far away from the operating table, staring at Tang Xiaonian on the hospital bed without saying a word, and heard the sound of various instruments in operation.

Tang Xiaonian was about to leave, and he had realized this fact three months ago. At that time, Tang Xiaonian was still in Runcheng. If he hadn't come home from vacation one time, just in time for her to have abdominal pain, maybe he wouldn't have known about it until Tang Xiaonian died at home.

That time when he sent Tang Xiaonian to the hospital in the urban area of ​​Runcheng, the doctor diagnosed her with pancreatic cancer, which was malignant and advanced, and she was still alive in less than three months.

On the day when he got the diagnosis result, Tang Junhe bought a ticket to Yancheng for Tang Xiaonian, and sent her to Puji Hospital where he was. He has been here since his internship and has been here for many years. His teacher Xue Yuanshan is a well-known chest specialist and is quite prestigious in the medical field. Only here can he provide Tang Xiaonian with the best medical treatment possible. resource.

But what good is that? He has studied medicine for eight years and has stood on countless operating tables. It is impossible not to realize that even if he invites the best pancreatic cancer experts in the country, it will only extend the life of less than three months to four or five months. months, at most half a year.

——That is pancreatic cancer known as the "king of cancers". No matter how clever the medical skills are, they are powerless under the shadow of death.

The rescue lasted for two hours. Tang Xiaonian was pushed from the emergency room to the ICU. When Tang Junhe came out of the operating room, he saw Yang Xuan sitting outside. Yang Xuan lowered his eyelashes expressionlessly, as if he was thinking about something.

Director Zheng, the chief surgeon, raised his hand and patted his shoulder: "Xiaotang, come here."

Tang Junhe followed Director Zheng to the window: "Director Zheng."

Yang Xuan heard the commotion here, got up from his seat at this time, walked to him and stood still. Director Zheng glanced at him in surprise.

"This is my brother," Tang Junhe said without a tone, "tell me."

"Oh," Director Zheng nodded, "Xiaotang, you are also in surgery, those comforting nonsense, it is useless to tell you, I will tell you directly, your mother's situation has developed to the present It's not very optimistic."

Tang Junhe nodded emotionally: "I know."

"Tonight's heart suddenly stopped beating, mainly due to the metastasis and spread of cancer cells, leading to organ failure. It is expected to be able to be saved this time, but again...it's really hard to say."

Obviously it is a fact that has been known for a long time, but when Director Zheng said this, the last trace of luck in Tang Junhe's heart was completely shattered. He couldn't control his emotions, turned his face away, and tried not to let himself cry . Director Zheng was wrong, he wanted to hear comforting nonsense more than these straightforward words.

"You, these days, spend more time with her. Those elective operations can be postponed as soon as possible. The operations are always endless."

The corners of Tang Junhe's eyes turned red, he nodded and said, "Well, thank you Director Zheng."

After Director Zheng left, Tang Junhe stood there for a while, turned his face and asked Yang Xuan: "Is there any smoke?"

Yang Xuan looked down at him: "I didn't bring it."

Tang Junhe nodded and said: "Don't bring it, smoking is not good for your health." After a pause, he said, "I'll go in and stay with her for a while, you should go home earlier, thank you for sending me over." After finishing speaking, he turned around Walk to the ICU ward, open the door and enter.

Yang Xuan looked at the closed door of the ward, bowed his head in thought for a moment, then turned and left.

Tang Xiaonian didn't open his eyes until early in the morning. Tang Junhe took a cup of hot water and handed it to her. Tang Xiaonian was weak and spoke weakly, as if hissing and leaking air. Tang Junhe had to get close to hear what she said clearly.

"Have you been drinking?" Tang Xiaonian asked.

"I only drank a little, not much." Tang Junhe said.

"With whom?"

"Maize and them."

Talking was too tiring for Tang Xiaonian, she stared blankly at the air in front of her eyes, and after a while said, "Go back, go to sleep."

"Go to sleep, I'll go back when you fall asleep." Tang Junhe reached out to help her tuck the corner of the quilt.

"Tomorrow, I have to have surgery," Tang Xiaonian said angrily, "Don't sleep well..."

"Stop talking, go to sleep, the operation can be postponed."

"That's not to say that it can be adjusted..." Maybe it was too tired, Tang Xiaonian closed his eyes and fell asleep while talking.

Tang Junhe looked at the data on the screen of the electrocardiogram machine, and saw that the blood pressure and heartbeat numbers gradually stabilized, and the muddle-headed emotions slowly came to an end.

"Doctor Tang, you go back, I'll watch over here." Aunt Zhou persuaded him in a low voice.

"I'll sit for a while longer." After Tang Junhe said this, he sat beside the bed for another half an hour before getting up and opening the door to walk out of the ward.

The mood relaxed, but the palpitations could not be relieved, the heart beat fast, and the anxiety broke out again. I'm going to suffer from insomnia again tonight, Tang Junhe thought, take sleeping pills, if two pills are not enough, take three pills, you can always fall asleep.

When he walked out of the hospital building, because he was being followed these days, he instinctively glanced at the parking lot, and then saw the SUV that Yang Xuan was driving tonight among the scattered cars parked here and there.

He has always had a good memory and almost has a photographic memory, but he is still a little uncertain, after all, there are many people who drive the same model of car.

He took a few steps forward, and saw the license plate number clearly by the light of the street lamp, and then he was sure that it was indeed the car driven by Yang Xuan. The steps under his feet stopped, and he looked at the car fixedly at a distance of a few meters. Why is Yang Xuan still here? He wouldn't even be merciful to trick him, yet he waited here until two o'clock in the morning? Is it for compensation? Make up for the endless revenge ten years ago.

He approached, bent down, and looked at Yang Xuan through the car window. Yang Xuan closed his eyes and leaned his head on the back of the seat, as if he had fallen asleep. Just when he was about to raise his hand to knock on the car window, Yang Xuan opened his eyes and turned to look at him.

That gaze was so sharp that Tang Junhe's heart seemed to stop beating for a moment.

After seeing the person coming, the sharpness in Yang Xuan's eyes weakened, and he stretched out his hand to press the car window, but there was still no need to say: "Get in the car."

Tang Junhe walked to the other side of the car door and sat in. At the same time as Yang Xuan started the car, he reached out to fasten his seat belt. Yang Xuan released the handbrake, put the gear on, drove the car out of the hospital, and casually said, "The cigarette is in the box in front of you."

Tang Junhe was slightly taken aback, and after a few minutes, he reached out and opened the storage box, lowered his head, found the cigarette case and lighter, and held them in his hands. After a while, he took a cigarette out of the cigarette case, held it in his mouth, and lit it with a lighter.

He opened the car window to the maximum, turned his face out of the window, and smoked slowly, one mouthful at a time.

I don't know if it was the effect of nicotine, or because Yang Xuan was sitting next to him, his anxious and restless nerves were quickly calmed down, and the symptoms of palpitations also disappeared. After smoking half of a cigarette, he felt drowsy.

Tang Junhe closed his eyes and enjoyed this moment of sleepiness. This relaxed and sleepy state was not easy for him. It would be great if it could last all the way upstairs and on the bed. Maybe tonight Sleep without sleeping pills...

It’s like returning to Sri Lanka again, with the rustling sound of tall and emerald green coconut trees, the sound of waves outside the window, gently and slowly beating the soft sandy beach, and the boundless fire clouds spreading along the sea and sky ...Yang Xuan's deep voice rang in his ears: "Tide...is the breath of sea water."

Thinking of Yang Xuan, Tang Junhe didn't want to wake up - he could only return to Sri Lanka in a dream, and he soon realized that he was dreaming. Don't wake up, please, just dream a little longer... His brain was whispering in the dream, begging.

However, the moment he realized that he was dreaming, he woke up uncontrollably. He reluctantly opened his eyes, and saw the gray sky and the straight buildings in front of him.

Tang Junhe woke up in an instant, and realized that he was not in the bed, but in the car. He actually fell asleep in Yang Xuan's car, covered with Yang Xuan's coat.

He slowly turned his neck and looked at Yang Xuan in the driver's seat. Yang Xuan also closed his eyes and fell asleep leaning against the seat.

His fingers clenched, clutching the coat covering his body, recalling what happened before he fell asleep—did you finish that cigarette? It seemed that he had only smoked half of it, but the cigarette that had been caught between his fingers was gone.

He got up slightly, wanting to look down for the half cigarette. Fortunately, there was no fire accident, but it would be bad if it burned the carpet.

Just turned his face away, but his eyes stopped on the ashtray near the stall - there was a cigarette **** in it, and some ash was scattered around it. If I remember correctly, the ashtray was always clean until he fell asleep.