When Zong Ying rushed downstairs to the door, the only thing that greeted her was the rain curtain. Reading at zero

The ambulance Ulla Ulla drove into the emergency building, followed by a burst of noise and people coming and going, all of which melted into the rain and at night.

In sight, there is not a single person wearing a white shirt and holding a black umbrella.

It only took her 37 seconds to run down, and the other party had disappeared without a trace, and Zong Ying even suspected that she had hallucinated.

The ground was wet so fast that when the wheels rolled over it could cause water spray, the summer heat was crushed by the night rain, and a tidal coolness overflowed in the hall.

Zong Ying took a few steps back, turned around again, and sat down on the bench at the entrance, breathing smoothly.

The sound of the ambulance outside stopped, only the sound of rain, mostly fresh air rushing in to replace the exhaust gas deposited in the body.

Most of the double-row lights went out suddenly, and only a few people walked on the first floor. Zong Ying stretched his legs, closed his eyes, and his breath gradually eased.

It seems to be walking up the stairs, and it is like stepping on the clouds. The soft underfoot is not solid, but it is also safe to walk. When continue to move forward, suddenly step into the air and fall out of the dream, and whole heart seems to follow. fall to the ground.

She opened her eyes and felt a little palpitated, but she was caught off guard by being patted on the shoulder.

"How can I sit here?" It was Sheng Qiushi who returned from the consultation.

"I came down to smoke and fell asleep accidentally." Zong Ying found a lame excuse at random, leaned forward, and supported his forehead with both hands.

Sheng Qiushi said: "It's easy to catch a cold here, don't get a hot cold." He put his hands back in the pockets of his white coat, glanced at the decreasing rain outside and said, "When the rain stops, you can go home and sleep. Go up and sit first."

Zong Ying didn't want to move, but the other party was really patient, so he stood by and waited for her until she was willing to get up.

"Your aunt's words are heavy, but she has always been like this, don't take it to your heart." The other party actively tried to enlighten her.

Zong Ying didn't take any pains and replied, "Yes."

She got up and followed Sheng Qiushi upstairs. The other party asked her if she could rest during the day. She stood next to the elevator wall and said truthfully, "Be prepared for work."

The elevator door opened, Sheng Qiushi looked back at her, and suddenly felt that she was like a machine, a state machine in uniform.

Pushing open the door of the clinic, the aunt and Zong Yu's mother are still there.

Probably got some comfort, Zong Yu's mother's mood is much more stable, but her eyes are still red without any surprise. When she saw Zong Ying come in, she whispered in a heavy nasal voice, "Zong Ying, thank you."

Before Zong Ying could answer, the aunt said, "You suddenly ran out before and shocked me!" She complained as if she was talking to herself: "From childhood to adulthood, you never greet anyone when you do anything."

Sheng Qiushi gave Zong Ying a wink, secretly pointed to a chair behind the computer desk, and told her to sit there, while he dragged a chair to sit across from the sofa, and said to the two family members, "This accident seems to be relatively simple. Seriously, the media has already come to the emergency department, can you inform Zong Yu's father now?"

"Where can I come back immediately if I'm on a business trip abroad?" The aunt looked sad and a little anxious: "The reporters have nothing to do, so why should this kind of thing be discussed on the stage? I don't know if it will be right or not. The company has an impact."

There were whispers and discussions over there, but Zong Ying didn't care much about the whole story.

She accidentally touched the mouse with her elbow, and the computer screen lit up. It was her long-lost PACS system (image archiving and communication) query terminal, and she was logged in and had access rights.

"Fairy Wood"

The image-reading interface displayed exactly Zong Yu's cranial examination images, 12 images in a 3x4 format. After reviewing them one by one, she could basically confirm Zong Yu's brain injury—

Luckily, nothing serious.

The sound of the rain outside was getting quieter. Zong Ying closed his eyes and actively blocked the sound of the conversation in the room, so he could clearly hear the ticking of the quartz clock.

The heart rate was accelerated by the sound of the needle being moved, and the curved spine made it difficult to breathe, which reminded her of the moment she was pushed into the examination instrument yesterday morning, with a feeling of airtight suffocation.

She suddenly sighed uncomfortably, then opened her eyes, and almost re-clicked the query interface with her hand holding the mouse.

Sheng Qiushi suddenly turned his head and asked her what she was ordering.

Zong Ying entered the medical record number for precise screening, and successfully retrieved her own MRI image.

She replied, "Minesweeper."

The screen is dimly lit, and the original unmarked and enhanced images contain "judgments".

Experienced clinicians can make a diagnosis on this.

Ten minutes later, the eyes that were trying to capture the information on the screen gradually dimmed, and the neck that was bent forward slowly retracted, Zong Ying's shoulders slumped, and his breathing was stagnant and depressed for a moment, and finally he leaned back into the chair and held hands. hands.

In this summer night's consultation room, a faint coldness climbed up from the soles of the feet.

The surroundings seemed to be quiet all of a sudden, and even the sound of needles walking could not be heard, but all of a sudden there was a noise breaking through the door.

Zong Ying looked up and saw three people rushing in, holding a recorder and a camera, clamoring to interview the parties. Both the aunt and Zong Yu's mother were caught off guard. Sheng Qiu stood up abruptly and asked the other party out loudly: "This is the consultation room, and we will not be interviewed."

The one who took the recorder didn't even report the house, and went straight to Zong Yu's mother: "Are you a family member of the deceased?"

"What to die for! Which one are you talking about?" The aunt stretched out her hand and gave a shove, but the other party still didn't change her goal, just stared at Zong Yu's mother, and continued to ask: "Excuse me, are you the sister of the deceased Xing Xueyi? Why is Xing Xueyi here? Take your nephew out in the early morning? Are you aware of this?"

The probe full of doubts stabbed out fiercely, a kind of brutal invasion and indifference.

The aunt was so angry that she picked up the paper cup on the coffee table and threw it at each other: "Go out!"

The sound of the electronic camera pressing the shutter sounded, and Sheng Qiushi stepped forward to block it, but still saw Zong Ying sitting behind the computer desk with sharp eyes.

The light blue uniform shirt was particularly eye-catching. The man pointed the camera directly at Zong Ying, and the person next to him immediately rushed over and asked, "Are you the police officer in charge of this case?"

Just as the other party pressed the shutter, Zong Ying turned his head and grabbed the prescription book on the table to block his face.

She frowned and refused to answer, but the sound of the shutter kept clicking, and Zong Ying didn't hear a single word of the questions that followed.

At this moment, my heart is eagerly looking forward to the purity of no one to disturb, but I am going to be put on the rack for a noisy interrogation, and every second is tormented.

The security guard arrived late, and the quiet clinic was restored, but it added a bit of confusion and frustration.

From the aggressive stance of the other party just now, Zong Ying realized that this seemed to be more than just a simple traffic accident, and maybe more things were involved, but she didn't have the energy to care about it now.

The time pointed to 3:56 in the morning, the rain had stopped, and the night was dark. Everyone was numb from overwork and sat slumped without saying a word.

Zong Ying regained her senses, grabbed her energy, held the mouse, selected her own review record, and deleted it.

She got up, pushed the chair in, and said to Sheng Qiushi, "The rain has stopped, I'll take a step first, and then contact me if I have something to do."

Sheng Qiushi was going to see her off, but she walked to the door and said, "There will be urgent matters in this ward at any time. It is better for you to stay here." After speaking, she habitually pushed the door open with her body and left quietly.

It was dark at night, and the ground was wet.

After exiting the hospital, turn left, Zong Ying's way home. At four o'clock in the morning, almost all the shops on the street had their doors locked. Only the 24-hour convenience store across the road was lit with warm white light, like a transparent grain storage box.

The car drove by with a rush of water, which quickly disappeared.

Zong Ying walked quickly across the sidewalk, pushed open the door of the convenience store, and the bell rang.

"Welcome." The part-time night shift student greeted her mechanically, her voice weak.

Zong Ying took a bucket of noodles from the shelf, opened the freezer and took a bottle of water, and when he was about to settle the bill, he turned around and took another bucket of noodles.

"13 yuan and 4." The part-time student was concise.

Zong Ying touched his pocket and remembered that he didn't bring a wallet, so he could only pay with his mobile phone. The screen showed that there was still 1% of the battery left. Like other people, it was almost unable to support it.

After taking the boiled instant noodles, Zong Ying sat down on the long green table by the window, blowing the air-conditioning down desperately.

She unscrewed the bottled drink and drank most of it in one breath, her empty stomach like a shivering water bag.

No one entered the store, and part-time students were busy scrapping the boiled oden. One said, "This konjac shreds are so rotten, and this ball is thrown away." Xiang pushed the work of washing the pot and changing the soup to each other.

Zong Ying lifted the tin foil cover in a small quarrel, and the strong taste of instant noodles couldn't wait to overflow.

The noodle soup was boiling hot, and the chili oil was full of chili oil. Zong Ying sweated on her forehead. It seemed refreshing, but her stomach began to resist, but she insisted on eating two full buckets of noodles.

During this period, Xue Xuanqing made a call, the screen of the mobile phone turned on, and it lasted tenaciously with 1% of the power for 20 seconds. In the end, it was pitch black, like the extinction of a planet.

The full body seems to be really carefree, and all the troubles and trivialities are outside the glass door.

Zong Ying sat in the convenience store for a long time, until a truck came to deliver the fresh rice balls and bread that day, and she realized that it was almost dawn.

The sky will always be bright, and people in the city always have to wake up to make a living, so Zong Ying got up and went back to Apartment 699.

The apartment is very close to the hospital, only a ten-minute walk. The air is fresh and humid. On the road, there are young girls who get up early to buy food, and there are old gentlemen who are going out for morning exercises. The end of the street is calm and bright, and it is a market that has lasted for a hundred years.

Apartment No. 699 was built in the 1930s. It is a seven-storey building in the shape of a curved square. It is located in the center of the city.

In the early years, Zong Ying's grandmother lived here. After her grandmother went abroad with her children, Zong Ying was the only one left to live, which was her home.

Because she was busy and could only live in a dormitory, she had not returned to No. 699 for several days. A French sycamore tree facing the door had been swayed by wind and rain overnight, and its green leaves fell on the ground.

The square-shaped stained glass is embedded on the top of the round arched gate, and the light of the sun is reflected all over the ground.

It is forbidden to enter the building by swiping the door. Modern elevators have already replaced the old elevators in the 1930s, and dozens of households also moved in later.

Zong Ying lived on the top floor, an old-style duplex suite, which was also very fashionable and convenient in that century. The only downside was the windows and thin strips and narrow frames. Therefore, the apartment lacked sunlight all the year round and was always gloomy.

The corridor was full of the human taste of boiled rice porridge, but Zong Ying was like a ghost in hell.

She almost had no energy left after entering the room, banged on the door, and fell into the sofa after taking a few steps.

The curtains were tightly covered, and the room was dark. After a few minutes, Zong Ying slowly opened his eyes. The first reaction was to get the tea cup on the table as usual.

She was probably in a daze, and she drank the teacup when she put it to her mouth.

The thirsty throat first cheered the arrival of the water, and then made her realize a terrible fact——

Water is hot.

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