Winter in Shanghai is different from that in Beijing.
The cold drizzle makes the air very humid. When you see the ancient buildings in Zhujiajiao from the sky, coupled with the continuous rain, it really feels like you have returned to a small town in the south of the Yangtze River. illusion.
The Il-14, painted in gray and white, began to lower its landing gear as it approached the Red Bridge.
Yaqin, who was flying on a plane for the first time, held her knees tightly with both hands. After shaking for a while, she let go with a pale face.
The person who picked up the plane had already arrived. After the father and daughter got off the plane, they did not leave the exit of the terminal. They were picked up directly at the tarmac by a waiting vehicle. This treatment was not even for Li Feng. They didn't enjoy it when they first came.
It was still a black Volga car, but the passenger was replaced by the most familiar stranger.
Old Zheng sat in front, saying nothing, glancing behind him from time to time. When the person came in front of him, he didn't know what to say to his old friend.
The glass of the car window was splashed with raindrops. As the car body swayed, it gradually slid down the glass. Huang Yaqin's fingertips slowly touched it and slid down along the traces of the raindrops. It's like wiping away tears.
The Volga car braked slowly at the entrance of Jinrui Hospital. What was different from before was that the tattered car on the doorstep was no longer there, leaving only a legend.
The Chinese New Year does not affect medical staff from continuing to stick to their posts.
When other industries and units are completing the closing work at the end of the year, they seem to be a little busier.
The red lanterns diluted the smell of disinfectant 365 days a year and added a festive atmosphere to the hospital. The patients and doctors coming and going did not pay attention to the pair of fathers who got out of the car. female.
I just glanced at the young woman's bulging belly.
"Follow me"
After getting off the plane, this was the first thing Zheng Chaoyang said to his father and daughter. His voice sounded a little hoarse than what he heard on the phone. I don't know. Are you busy with interrogation work recently? Maybe you are a little angry.
The driver and security guard was carrying the suitcase, and in front of him was Lao Huang, who was supporting his daughter. It was not because it was difficult to go up the stairs, but because the daughter really couldn't bear it anymore.
The closer the distance, the less strength Huang Yaqin felt in her legs. Until the moment she saw Zheng Chaoyang stopping in front of the ward door and looking at her, all the strength in her body seemed to be drained away.
"Dad, I can do it"
Pushing away her father's arm that was supporting her, the stubborn little girl held on to the white wall and staggered to the door of the ward. Through the glass window on the door, he stared inside.
The door to the ward was pushed open gently, as if to scare the sleeping husband.
Huang Yaqin staggered to the hospital bed, covering her mouth. Her tears could no longer be held back, just like the raindrops outside the window, splashing out of her eyes.
"Li Feng"
He shook his unconscious arm with both hands without getting any feedback, cruelly breaking her dream on the plane.
The bad guy in the dream touched her head and told her that she was fine, just like the shards of glass falling into the endless dark abyss.
"Wake up, I'm here to see you"
The wail, like a cuckoo crying for blood, resounded throughout the ward, with Comrade Huang Baiquan standing nearby. , even if I have seen separation and death countless times, my heart can't help but be pierced by a knife at this time.
The scene when the man lying on the bed, carrying a bag of meat, walked into the house, was like a clip from a movie, displayed in front of him, which made him breathless.
Old Zheng Xiji looked at the person lying on the bed, and his fingers clenched into his palms, leaving a deep mark.
But the accident did not happen.
The young man on the bed was still the same as before, with his eyes closed tightly, facing the call of the outside world without any feedback.
Xiao Huang wiped her husband's clean face with her hands. He was much thinner than when they left that day. If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she wouldn't have believed that her husband would have such a trouble in such a short period of time. Big changes.
"Clang"
At the door of the ward, the aluminum lunch box in Dr. Ding's hand fell to the ground.
In the lunch box, the large black chicken legs, together with half of the chicken body, came into close contact with the ground, and the thick white soup was spread everywhere.
The smell of disinfectant in the ward was instantly obscured by the strong smell of chicken soup, which was fragrant.
The choking sounds stopped suddenly. Everyone present, look at me and I look at you. The atmosphere was a bit delicate.
Seeing the back of the woman in front of the hospital bed, Doctor Ding, somehow, like a young daughter-in-law who was caught red-handed after stealing someone, hurriedly squatted down and picked up the lunch box that fell on the ground. , and ended up getting burned.
When he was howling just now, Huang Yaqin, who had his mouth open and spit in his mouth, turned around, blinked his eyes, and looked at Ding Qiunan in a white coat, his neck seemed to be strangled. Average.
"I'll take care of it, doctor, you don't need to come"
Seeing Ding Qiunan blowing his fingers in panic after being burned, Comrade Huang Baiquan looked ashamed and took the There was a broom and dustpan behind the door, and like family members, they started doing the work they were supposed to do.
"No, this is too wasteful"
Doctor Ding felt a burning gaze staring at him and did not dare to raise his head, even though he was upset that the chicken soup he had been simmering for a long time was spilled. , but I won’t let the meat that fell on the ground just go into the trash can.
This is a silk-bone chicken that was obtained with great difficulty.
"You, you are Ding Qiunan"
Looking at the white coat squatting on the ground, Huang Yaqin let go of Li Feng's arm, looked at his face suspiciously, and then stretched his arms The head bent down and walked todoor.
The eyes of Red Bunny looked like rabbits just now. I don’t know when, but they have regained a trace of clarity.
Although her hair is a little short, Comrade Xiao Huang clearly remembers Dr. Ding's appearance. She had been to his wedding banquet and came uninvited.
"Yeah"
He lowered his head, carried the big chicken leg, and put the black-bone chicken back into the aluminum lunch box. Doctor Ding stood up and nodded generously, his eyes There is a trace of annoyance in it.
"I happened to be studying here. Unexpectedly, I met him a few days ago and was sent here."
Dr. Ding brushed his hair and saw Huang Yaqin's erect penis. His stomach twitched and the corners of his eyes twitched. He lowered his head and looked at the lunch box in his hand.
Dad Huang, who was holding a broom and dustpan, and Zheng Chaoyang, who was holding the bed railing with both hands, looked at each other. The two old guys sniffed their noses gently.
The smell of chicken soup in the air dissipated at some point, and was filled with the smell of gunpowder.
"What a coincidence"
Xiao Huang held his lower back with one hand and touched his belly with the other, sucked in the snot produced when he cried just now, and circled around Dr. Ding. Half a circle, and then looked at Li Feng lying on the bed.
"Does he need stimulation before he wakes up?"
"There is such a saying, but it's scientifically"
Dr. Ding hasn't said it yet. After that, Xiao Huang had already walked to the bedside and rolled up Li Feng's sleeve, the same one she shook her arm with just now.
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