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Apartment 11.699 (11)
Why abandon the hospital? Until the end of the angiography, and until he was discharged from the hospital the next day, Zong Ying did not come up with an answer. Reading at zero
The answer is not important. Her feelings for her current work are no less than her love for neurosurgery at the beginning. It is enough to make it clear.
Three days after receiving the report, when Xiao Dai called, Zong Ying had just been transferred from the scene of a high-falling case to the funeral home. She answered the call when the formalities were half filled.
"Senior sister, you should come quickly."
"I haven't finished the work at hand, I will get the report when I have time."
Her tone was unhurried, as if this matter had nothing to do with her, and she didn't need to be too concerned. Instead, it was Xiao Dai who sighed over the phone and said, "Senior sister, why do you seem a little negative?"
"No." Zong Ying said, "I have seen the results of the preliminary screening. I know what the situation is, and it is useless to be anxious." She put down the pen for filling out the form, walked to the door, and looked at the lush cemetery: "Why don't you tell me the results of the consultation?"
Xiao Dai on the other side of the phone seemed to have some emotions and said, "The consultation opinion is that although the situation is complicated and the risk is high, we still recommend early surgery, otherwise in case of rupture-" Zong Ying should be very clear about the consequences, and Xiao Dai also It didn't go on.
"Well, I see." Zong Ying looked down at a bean flour butterfly flying over from the flower bed.
"Then you have to be admitted to the hospital quickly. After the plan is set, the operation can be performed. If you are worried about our hospital, it is better to transfer to Senior Brother Sheng."
Xiao Dai kept giving suggestions on the phone, and Zong Ying listened to them all.
But she finally said slowly: "Wait for the surgery, I have some other things to deal with first."
"Is there anything I can't talk about after the operation?" Xiao Dai blurted out in a hurry, but she regretted it after speaking.
She is a doctor, and she should take into account the risks of surgery, especially since this case is complicated and tricky. If the surgery is successful, it is perfect, but if it is not successful, everything is in vain. In the event of an accident, it may be impossible to realize even the wish to survive, let alone "deal with things".
Zong Ying said at this time, "Xiao Dai, I'll go when I'm ready."
In Xiao Dai's eyes, Zong Ying has always been assertive. Since Zong Ying said this, she didn't need to waste any more words and just said, "Then you can only take medicine to control it first."
"sorry to bother you."
"No trouble, go get busy, pay attention to rest, and try your best to control your emotions."
Zong Ying hung up the phone and went back to fill in the form, while Xiao Zheng was wearing protective clothing.
As he wore it, he asked, "Teacher Zong, do you think the deceased in this high fall case committed suicide, an accident, or homicide?"
"From the scene, the possibility of suicide is higher."
"Hey, why did you commit suicide at such a young age? How old is her child, what will the child do after she dies? It's too selfish."
Zong Ying filled out the formalities and looked up at him.
Xiao Zheng remembered what Xue Xuanqing told him on weekdays, "Don't judge the dead casually", and immediately stopped the conversation and handed the protective suit to Zong Ying.
The scorching sun was shining outside, the cicadas were singing loudly, and the dissection room was filled with heat and special smells. Zong Ying was wearing a stuffy protective suit, explaining to Xiao Zheng while operating, sweat dripping from his temples.
After closing the abdomen and suturing, Zong Ying put down the equipment, took off the double gloves, and bowed to the deceased.
Xiao Zheng followed suit, and out of the corner of the eye caught a glimpse of Zong Ying's side face, inexplicably felt that she showed a special solemnity today.
He didn't ask, Zong Ying certainly wouldn't tell.
After handing over to the funeral home staff, the two went outside to smoke.
Zong Ying was distracted while looking at the cemetery in the distance while smoking.
Xiao Zheng glanced at her sideways, and suddenly remembered that she always looked at the cemetery like this every time she came to the funeral home, so she asked, "Mr. Zong, what's so beautiful there?"
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"My mother slept there." She didn't shy away, lowered her head to drop the soot, and said with a sigh, "She also died from a high fall."
As soon as Xiao Zheng heard it, he realized that he had made the wrong conversation, and hurriedly handed another cigarette to Zong Ying.
Zong Ying glanced down and said, "Stop smoking, I plan to quit smoking."
"Ah?" Xiao Zheng heard from Xue Xuanqing before that, because of the heavy taste and pressure, almost none of them did not smoke. He then asked, "You really don't smoke?"
"Take your time, you can always quit." Zong Ying said.
The sun is dazzling, the leaves are motionless, and the weather forecaster has issued high temperature warnings over and over again. Amid the complaints of citizens, the countdown forecast has been repeated over and over again: "The high temperature will continue for two days—", "The high temperature weather is expected to end tomorrow, and the next few days will There will be a heavy rainfall process"
Finally, after ten consecutive high temperature days in Shanghai, the temperature dropped rapidly because of successive rains.
The public's attention to the 723 tunnel case also seems to have dropped, and only the families of the victims are still jumping up and down, hoping to win more support.
The Institute of Pharmaceutical Sciences issued a statement at this time, stating that Xing Xueyi's possession of drugs was a personal act and had nothing to do with Xinxi and the Institute of Pharmaceutical Sciences. Xinxi's anti-tumor drugs for injection will be launched as scheduled.
Even if the relationship is cleared and the new drug is emphasized in this way, Xinxi's stock price continues to fall.
Although Zong Ying holds Xinxi's shares, she doesn't care about the news of the stock price drop. While her colleagues in the department are discussing the 723 accident, she has finished the last appraisal report.
"The child's aunt clearly wants to make a big profit. After all, this child can only be raised by them now. It is indeed a lot of investment to raise a child." "Yes, raising a child is too expensive. My house is next door. The tuition for kindergarten has risen outrageously.", "How much has it risen?"
The topics of colleagues changed quickly, and Zong Ying also put aside work and started to do other things——
Write the application for sick leave, attach the scanned copy of the diagnosis report she brought from the hospital, and submit it together.
Then just wait.
She didn't disclose this matter to Xue Xuanqing from the beginning to the end. When she was handing over, Xue Xuanqing even stuffed her a large box of fresh meat mooncakes in a good mood: "No thanks, I will buy some freshly grilled dried meat tomorrow to greet me."
"I won't go to work tomorrow." Zong Ying sat in the chair, opened the carton and took a piece.
"Then don't eat it." Xue Xuanqing glanced at her and quickly took back the cake box.
Zong Ying swallowed the fresh meat moon cake forcefully, drank the remaining water in the cup, packed it up and got off work.
The taxi was busier on rainy days, Zong Ying finally got a taxi and got in, and the car radio was singing old songs with a long-lasting accent.
"Why did you break the letter, I waited until now, the night is dark and the moon is bright, I can only hold the lyre in my arms, play a song and sing..."
Zong Ying looked out the window, the rain pouring down on the river, he was happy and confused.
She suddenly remembered that Sheng Qingrang seemed to have not appeared for more than ten days.
Today is August 11th, Tuesday, the south wind turns to the west wind, and the temperature is about 26 degrees Celsius, which is comfortable and pleasant.
There is also August 11, Wednesday, what will the weather be like? He didn't show up, was he worried about the inconvenience of No. 699 because of what happened last time, or was it for some other reason?
Zong Ying thought about it all the way, and it was already dark when he arrived at Apartment 699.
In the elevator, I met Xiao Nan who always got up in the morning to practice the piano. The little girl smiled and had two pears on her cheeks. Her voice was clear and beautiful: "Sister, can you also play the piano?"
Zong Ying won't, her mother used to use the piano.
"Last month it looked like ten o'clock at night, and I heard the sound of the piano in your house! It's the one playing..." She scratched her head, her eyes lit up: "Isn't Chopin's Nocturne? The playing is not the same, sister, have you forgotten the score?"
"..."
The elevator door opened, Xiao Nan said goodbye to her and left first. Zong Ying turned to the other side, opened the door, and turned on the hall light.
When went out in the morning, forgot to close the windows. The old things in the house were stained with rain, and there was a little cordial and musty smell of childhood.
Zong Ying walked over to shut the wind and rain out of the window, turned his head and caught a glimpse of an old piano in the corner. After his mother died, almost no one touched it again. She sat down and carefully pushed up the lid of the piano and pressed the keys abruptly, only a few tones sounded abruptly.
No one plays an instrument, no matter how well maintained it is, it lacks a kind of vitality.
She got up and closed the lid of the piano, as if she could see her mother sitting here, and she seemed to see Sheng Qing let sit here and play the nocturne off the score. But he recovered to his senses, and there was indeed no one, only a lamp on the top, which was lit indiscriminately with the world.
Zong Ying went to take a shower, ordered takeout, sat down and opened his laptop, and continued to watch the documentary about Lapland that he didn't finish last time.
After watching one episode, the clock at home rang ten times.
It's ten o'clock in the evening.
Zong Ying looked around, and finally looked up at the stairs, which was empty and motionless.
She frowned suddenly, closed the video page, opened the search box, and typed quickly—
"Shengqing Rang" three words.
What kind of background does this person have, what kind of resume he has, and what kind of ending will he have? By pressing "Search", everything is at your fingertips.
Zong Ying's throat became tense, his right hand hung on the ENTER button, he hesitated for about half a minute, and then clenched his fist.
She suddenly took a deep breath, released her fist, and pressed the DELETE button three times with her ring finger, finally clearing the search box.
This is his life, she is not qualified to know in advance.
Zong Ying suddenly stood up and desperately wanted to smoke a cigarette, but she didn't have a single cigarette.
She took a few steps in the living room, took an umbrella at the entrance, and decided to go out. It was raining less outside, so she carried an umbrella and walked across the street to buy cigarettes from the nearby theater students' favorite store, a strange pile of imported cigarettes.
The boss recommended her a pack of ladies' cigarettes in a pitch-black package with the words Black Devil printed on it.
"It's delicious, creamy," he said.
It sounded suitable for the transition to quit smoking. Zong Ying took a pack, opened it on the spot and pulled out one, and asked the boss to borrow a fire.
She went back smoking a cigarette, raised her head subconsciously, and across a road, unexpectedly saw a familiar figure standing beside the plane tree in front of the gate of No. 699.
Under his feet were the Fatong leaves that fell during the day, and above his head was the rain falling down.
The whole person was dusty and drenched, and the street lamps illuminated most of his face.
Holding the briefcase in one hand, he tried to stand up straight, but his voice was already very difficult. He said, "Miss Zong."
Zong Ying quickly extinguished the cigarette and walked over. Just as she was about to approach him, he suddenly crooked, and Zong Ying stretched out his hands in time.
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