After midnight, the streetlights are dim. Reading at zero

A rain was about to fall and then stopped, and there was only stagnant heat in the air late at night.

A police car, a Volkswagen Passat, was parked outside the funeral home, with the number H3987 on the left side of the car, and the windows were half open.

Outside, a man and a woman were smoking by the car window. Zong Ying sat in the passenger car and opened a box of canned dace with tempeh. The tab was broken, so he could only use a knife.

The tip of the knife plunged in firmly, adjusted the angle and made a half-circle to open it smoothly. After flipping the can upside down, only a greasy tempeh rolled down, lying alone on the cooled rice.

The male policeman outside the car put out the cigarette butt and glanced inside the car: "Can Teacher Zong still eat? I was about to spit it out just now."

"I've been on the scene a few more times, and I'll get used to it. Go, take the protective clothing back to the station." After the smoking policewoman instructed her junior, she turned around and said to Tong Zongying, "Don't eat it, this lunch is theirs. The rest of the noon, it should have been broken long ago when it is so hot."

Her cigarette fingers rested on the window glass, and the smoke drifted into the car.

Zong Ying raised his head, put the lunch box aside, and tore off the remaining half of the unopened can lid with his bare hands.

Hungry people are unscrupulous, Zong Ying has not eaten for twelve hours.

He went out to three places non-stop, and traveled around most of Shencheng, with a taste of all.

On-site inspections and autopsies are all physical labor, and the body freed from the protective suit is exhausted and hungry.

Sweat beaded on the forehead constantly, the back of the uniform shirt was a sweat mark the size of a palm, and the four-pointed star flower on the grey board epaulette was brightly reflected by the dim lights in the car.

She used too much force, and the sharp metal piece was caught off guard from cutting the mouth of her right hand, when the phone rang.

The cut flesh gushed out instantly and rolled down with the fat from the food.

The ringing became faster and faster, Zong Ying glanced at the caller ID, and calmly took out the alcohol paper from his trouser pocket, tore open the packaging bag with one hand, and wiped off the grease and blood.

"Why didn't you pick it up?" The policewoman outside the car put her hand into the car and was about to pick up Zong Ying when the bell stopped.

The policewoman grabbed her mobile phone to light up the screen: "Sheng Qiushi - missed call".

Immediately after, a text message came in: "Your brother is admitted to the hospital in the emergency department." The policewoman raised her eyelids, her phone dinged again, and a second text message came in: "You need blood, come quickly."

The policewoman raised the corners of her mouth inexplicably, and turned the screen of her mobile phone to show Zongying: "Go?"

Zong Ying raised her head, and the screen light illuminated her face. The pressure of the alcohol on the wound was intense stimulation, but the pain stopped immediately after removing it.

She was about to answer when the phone rang again—it was the call from the bureau.

Zong Ying took back his mobile phone, and after connecting, he said, "traffic accident, I need you to go with Xiao Zheng, and the address will be sent to you immediately."

After she removed the alcohol paper, the blood beads continued to flow out, converging into a line and dripping down along the palm lines, all the way down into the canned dace.

She looked up again, looked out the window and replied, "It's not over yet, I'll let Xuan Qing and Xiao Zheng go there."

In the cemetery in the distance, there were tombstones densely standing. She looked away, hung up the phone, and said to the policewoman outside the car, "Xuanqing, come out on the scene for me, next time I will give you two copies."

Xue Xuanqing opened the car door and sat in the driver's seat. There was some helplessness in his tired sigh, but he finally put out the cigarette in his hand and compromised: "Let's go, I'll send you a piece."

"It's not on the way, it's urgent over there, you hurry up and go, I'll just take a taxi."

Xue Xuanqing saw her get out of the car and go out, so she turned on the headlights to show her a ride, only to see the back raised his arm and waved, and soon turned a corner and disappeared from sight.

Xiao Zheng tidied up and returned to the car, and was told that the bureau did not need to go back for now, and had to leave another scene. He sighed and found a wallet under his feet. He picked it up and asked Xue Xuanqing with a frown, "Is this Teacher Zong's wallet?"

Xue Xuanqing glanced at it quickly, and his tantrum came out immediately: "Cana, don't bring money to fight a ghost (taxi)!"

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The police car drove out of the street, and Xue Xuanqing searched all the way, but Zong Ying was nowhere to be seen.

Xiao Zheng said, "Then I'll call Teacher Zong." Xue Xuanqing suddenly turned the car around and retorted with a bit of anger, "Don't call, just let her go."

It was difficult to get a taxi in the middle of the night. Zong Ying was always unlucky. He finally stopped a car. The driver stuck his head out and said half-heartedly, "Hey, there is already someone behind the car. Comrade police, wait for something else. car."

He hung empty headlights himself, and was stopped and said that he had already carried people. Zong Ying couldn't wait any longer. He reported the address of the hospital and asked him if he was on the way. The driver said: "It's on the way, but I have to ask the gentleman behind if he is willing." He turned his head to ask for advice: "This lady is in a hurry to go to the hospital."

There was indeed a person in the back seat, and he said kindly, "I'm not in a hurry, please feel free."

Zong Ying heard the response outside the car, opened the back door and got in the car, only then did she have time to carefully treat the wound.

The tiger's mouth was cut about four centimeters in the direction of the thenar, and the cut was very deep.

She reached into her trouser pocket with her left hand, but found that the alcohol paper had been used up. She hesitated for a while, and finally asked the driver, "Does the master have a tissue?"

The driver glanced at the empty paper bag: "What a coincidence, it just ran out."

When Zong Ying heard the words, just as he was about to hold his hand, "Mr. Not in a Hurry" beside him suddenly handed a handkerchief, plain cotton fabric, excellent absorbent.

Zong Ying was startled.

"Not used, clean."

He spoke with a face in shadow, a white shirt and black trousers, a briefcase on his knees, and an umbrella—a black folding umbrella—by his feet.

Although it was very stuffy, it didn't rain.

And his umbrella was wet, and there was a pool of water on the pads.

Zong Ying turned his eyes back, took the handkerchief, and thanked him dryly.

"You're welcome," he said.

Zong Ying squeezed the handkerchief to stop the bleeding.

The driver turned on the radio, which happened to be a late-night news and current affairs talk show, and audiences interacted from time to time. Zong Ying had already started this show when she was a child. At that time, her grandmother always said that so many people couldn't sleep in the middle of the night.

People who are still in a hurry at night have stories that ordinary people cannot see.

Tonight, the car was insulated from the red light and drove into the hospital without stopping.

After the car stopped, Zong Ying freed his hand to take out his pocket, but he didn't find the wallet.

"Mr. Not in a hurry" said understandingly, "Since it's on the way, it will be treated as the car we called together, and there is no need to go out. If you are in a hurry, go quickly."

The driver was still trying to make extra money, but seeing that he was going to lose money, he said unwillingly: "You guys don't know each other, how can you say that you called a car together!"

"Already met." He said, extending his hand to ask, as if an old-fashioned gentleman was sending people away.

Zong Ying was still holding a blood-stained handkerchief in his hand, and he thanked him again before closing the door, but the other party said—

"No thanks, we'll meet again."

He sat steadily, with a decent smile on his face illuminated by the dim light, Zong Ying wanted to identify that face more carefully, but the other party had already closed the car door.

The car turned around and drove out of the north gate of the hospital again.

Zong Ying stood there for three seconds, then quickly turned around and stepped onto the steps, hurriedly entering the building.

This is her second visit to the hospital in 24 hours.

The first time was yesterday morning. She avoided Sheng Qiushi's outpatient clinic and did a cranial MRI, but she did not receive a report.

The second time is now, when someone needs blood, and she happens to be the blood donor—clearly half-sister and brother, but bizarrely share the same rare blood type.

Get in the elevator and go up to the seventh floor. The electronic wall clock in the corridor displayed "02:19:37", a string of red numbers, and every flash seemed to be a matter of life and death.

It was supposed to be a 100,000 urgent matter, but it was difficult for her to experience another level of panic due to her heartbeat that was too fast due to fatigue.

She took out her mobile phone and was about to call Sheng Qiushi, but the other party walked towards him quickly.

Zong Ying hid his injured right hand in his trousers pocket.

Sheng Qiushi grabbed her and took her to the ward without a word.

Intensive care, so Zong Ying just took a look outside and went to the next door to collect blood.

Zong Ying did not ask the reason for the emergency. Sheng Qiushi, who was standing by to help fill out the form, took the initiative to explain to her: "Uncle Zong Yu took him home and had a car accident. He sent him to the hospital for emergency treatment. His uncle had no such luck and died on the spot. Notify Zong Yu's mother, it should be coming soon."

During his speech, the intern nurse rolled up Zong Ying's light blue shirt sleeve to his upper arm, fastened the tie, and rubbed a large piece of the elbow socket with cool iodine and alcohol.

The trainee nurse looked for the blood vessels in the white light, but kept hesitating.

There were clutter of footsteps in the corridor outside.

Across a door, Zong Ying heard her aunt's voice. High-pitched and urgent tone, nothing more than questioning the accident and complaining, trying to go in for a visit but being stopped by the nurse, which made the complaint even more urgent, so that he kept talking.

In the middle of the night, the mood is like riding a roller coaster in a playground, with ups and downs, and it is more prone to extremes.

The aunt was very excited, while Zong Ying was unusually calm.

The trainee nurse was still unsure of what to do, with a thin layer of sweat on her forehead.

Zong Ying said, "I'll do it myself."

"Ah?" The trainee nurse raised her head for a moment, but heard Sheng Qiushi say, "Listen to her."

As he said, he put the pen back into the pocket of the white coat: "She used to have a good business in the hospital, you learn." Then he handed over the form and planned to go out to see Zong Yu's mother and Zong Ying's aunt, but at this time he Listening to the aunt outside complaining—

"Why hasn't Zong Ying come yet? After the blood is drawn, he has to check the preparation. The two of them are brothers and sisters. I heard that the blood of relatives should not be used directly. Call to remind me."

"This family member knows a lot, and he also knows how to prepare irradiation. It sounds like he is experienced." Another nurse took the form and commented.

Sheng Qiushi walked to the door, but didn't open it.

It was said outside: "If Zong Ying is still working in the hospital, don't wait like this!" The aunt suddenly poured all the grievances on Zong Ying: "Let the doctor not do it, it would be good to get to this point. Cut? Qinglin only cares about the company all day, and don't stare at her! She is just like her mother, dealing with dead people every day, with a strange smell, who wants to talk to her as friends?

Zong Ying lowered his head to find the blood vessel, the 16-gauge needle pierced the skin and submerged into the vein.

The transparent catheter was colored, and the triple blood bag gradually filled up during the shaking.

She closed her eyes slightly, there was no chair back to bear, so she could only lean against the wall for some support.

Sheng Qiushi pushed the door out, closed the door at the same time, greeted the aunt and Zong Yu's mother outside, and then just took them to the downstairs consultation room to wait, so as not to disturb others here.

The corridor outside was quiet again, and there seemed to be blood flowing inside.

The number of the liquid collection controller jumped up steadily. The intern nurse took the band-aid and put it on the arm where the needle was inserted. Zong Ying said at this time, "Give me two more."

Only then did the intern nurse notice the wound on her right hand, so she quickly pulled out the needle, wrapped the bandage, and gave her the rest of the bandage.

Zong Ying quickly attached it, pulled down his sleeves, and got dizzy when he got up.

The nurse reacted and wanted to give her the sugar water, but she had already taken it to the door and left.

Get in the elevator and go down to the second floor.

The pale ceiling lights in the elevator made people panic, and Zong Ying simply closed his eyes. With a "ding", the elevator door opened, and as soon as she opened her eyes, she saw Sheng Qiushi squeeze in.

He stretched out his hand and pressed it to the first floor: "I have an emergency consultation to go, I will be back soon, you go to the clinic to rest first." Then he pushed Zongying out of the door.

Zong Ying walked to the nurse station, a nurse was busy making tea. She and Zong Ying were old acquaintances, and as soon as she raised her head, she blurted out, "Doctor Zong!"

"Nurse Liang." Zong Ying responded, and she pushed the two paper cups over: "I just happened to be going to the ward round for the water your family asked for. If you go to the consultation room, you just bring it there."

Few tea leaves float or sink, and the water surface glows with white light. Zong Ying picked up two paper cups and walked to the consultation room.

Open the door, the double row of lights is bright, there is no warmth, it is like lying under the shadowless lamp, teaching people that there is no way to hide.

Zong Yu's mother sat indifferently on the sofa, her hands folded on her face to hide her almost collapsed emotions.

The aunt looked up at her, and Zong Ying handed over the paper cup.

The aunt glanced at her uniform, and frowned because of the strange smell: "Is she on duty today?"

"Yes."

"From the unit?"

"No, the funeral home." Zong Ying's hand holding the paper cup hangs in the air.

The aunt's face changed slightly, and she didn't reach out to pick up the cup.

Zong Ying put the cup on the sofa and coffee table, then straightened up and walked to the window, as far as possible from the sofa against the wall.

"Look at how hard your job is now, and the pay is low. It's really unpleasant for a little girl to smell like this. I said it so directly before, and it's for your own good."

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The night was getting darker and more stuffy. There was thunder outside, but Zong Ying was close to the glass but couldn't catch any fresh air outside. Stop her pulling down.

The aunt said: "You haven't been home for a long time, is it? Go back and have a look when you have time, you will be lonely if you live alone.", "Your father is on a business trip again, and I don't know if Xiaoyu will be out. What's wrong, you are elder sister after all, so you have to take care of it.", "Are you going back to the unit today?"

Zong Ying watched the aunt kept flipping her dry lips, and her eyes fell on the paper cup again.

The tea she handed over was not touched by the aunt.

The lightning almost exploded against the glass, Zong Ying turned and looked downstairs.

A familiar figure came out of the building, wearing a white shirt and black trousers, carrying a briefcase and an umbrella. Zong Ying recognized him as the man in a hurry in the taxi.

The thunder sounded, the rain finally fell, and the sycamore leaves struggled in the wind and rain, and he opened the folding umbrella in his hand.

Only then did Zong Ying see the white Mobius ring on the black umbrella, with the number "9.14" on the bottom.

That is her umbrella.

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