Zong Ying asked, "Why are you here?"

Not to be outdone, Xue Xuanqing asked, "Why can't I be here?"

Zong Ying noticed the box she was carrying and guessed that she was here for official business, but she found herself in the visitor register. According to her usual behavior, it was not surprising that she came to the door of the ward and waited. Reading at zero

She came to find herself for three things—

One is why he is on vacation, the other is why the car is parked in the middle of the road, and finally, it is probably to verify the identity of Sheng Qingrang.

No matter which one, it is not convenient to take the initiative to explain, Zong Ying chose to stop by static, waiting for her to ask.

But Xue Xuanqing refused to answer these questions. She raised her chin and pointed inside the door, staring at Zong Ying and asking, "How's your recovery?"

Zong Ying turned slightly and asked her, "Can you let me close the door first?"

Xue Xuanqing avoided a little bit, and when Zong Ying closed the door, he immediately raised his foot to support Zong Ying firmly in a small area: "Okay, let's talk."

Zong Ying reluctantly tolerated her childish behavior, raised her eyes and replied: "Out of the dangerous period, I need to rest, and there may be memory loss."

"So I can't ask anything, right?" Xue Xuanqing seemed to know it early in the morning, she said: "Someone in the team came yesterday, and after asking for a long time, he didn't know anything. Whether it was true amnesia or not, It doesn't make much sense to start with him, after all, the source of the bag of drugs is already a little bit unclear."

Due to the principle of confidentiality and avoidance, Xue Xuanqing could not be very specific, but her last sentence was enough to remind Zong Ying of a detail from a few days ago.

After get off work the day before the vacation, she, Xue Xuanqing and Xiao Zheng went to a pub for dinner. At the dinner table, Xiao Zheng once mentioned that "there is another person's fingerprints on the drug bag", and his suspect at that time was "Xinxi Pharmaceutical executives".

Who will Xing Xueyi get this bag of drugs from? Is it really possible that it is a high-level Xinxi? If yes, then who?

Even if she holds shares, Zong Ying has almost never cared about the internal affairs of Xinxi. She is not very clear about who is in power, who is in power, and what factions are fighting.

Just as Zong Ying was trying to recall the faces of those related people, Zong Yu in the ward suddenly moved.

He listened to the vague conversation outside, and when he heard Xue Xuanqing's last sentence, his eyelashes trembled, his eyes opened, and he stared blankly at the ceiling.

At this moment, his familiar footsteps sounded outside. He knew that it was his mother who came back.

The return of Zong Yu's mother interrupted the conversation between the two at the door.

Xue Xuanqing glanced at her, and withdrew her foot to avoid it, leaving Zongying alone to deal with the incoming person.

Zong Yu's mother said in a gentle tone: "Zong Ying is here, come in and sit down... Zong Yu has been talking about you and wants to talk to you." Her whole person's spirit was cut off a lot, but she still managed to smile when she spoke to Zong Ying.

Zong Ying answered her: "I just saw it, he is a little tired and needs to rest."

Zong Yu's mother nodded, entered the door, turned around, raised her head and said to Zong Ying, "Come and take a look when you have time."

Zong Ying met her gaze and finally replied, "Okay."

Zong Yu's mother closed the door, and Xue Xuanqing's cell phone rang.

The ward in 2013 urged her to hurry up, but she hung up the phone but did not leave in a hurry, pointing to Zongying: "You go to the door and wait for me for a while, and I will settle the account with you about my car." After she finished speaking, she asked Turning around, he turned his head and added: "And about the old antique that came in and out of your house, I will definitely figure it out."

The old antique she was referring to was undoubtedly Sheng Qingrang.

Zong Ying is not very worried about this, after all, Sheng Qing is a non-existent person in this era. Xue Xuanqing was doing this in vain.

When Xue Xuanqing entered the 2013 ward, she turned around and walked back, and before she reached the nurse's station, she could vaguely hear the chatter.

The gossip didn't stop, and the two nurses were still talking about her.

Probably because of the news that "the forensic doctor involved was suspected of being suspended and had a medical accident", the two people shifted the focus of the topic to her again.

One said, "Isn't it her brother who lives in 2015, the son of Xinxi's family, don't you remember?"

One after another: "It was Fa who lived in the 723 traffic accident? It seems that a relative died?"

"It's my uncle, he said that he is still the dean of Xinxi Pharmaceutical Research Institute. The impact of this incident was very bad a while ago. Xinxi has a new drug to be launched, and it should have done a lot of public relations. Speaking of this, I still think of one thing. …”

"which one?"

"A piece of news from Xinxi more than ten years ago."

"How do you know what happened more than ten years ago?"

"Nurse Liang said, she said that before Xinxi established the Drug Research Institute, there was only one laboratory, and the person in charge at that time was Yan Man, who was the mother of this doctor. That year Xinxi also wanted to use new drugs, and Yan Man died suddenly. , Said that she has severe depression, it seems that she committed suicide."

"What a pity."

"It is said that this Yan Man has a very good relationship with Director Xu, who is outside the gods. Director Xu took care of her daughter that way, probably for this reason. It's a pity that taking care of her is meaningless. I can't even get on the operating table, I can't run to be a forensic doctor, and so many things are going to happen now."

After listening to the discussion, Zong Ying did not show up immediately.

She stood leaning against the wall, her right hand in her trouser pocket trembled unconsciously, she suddenly regained her senses, she drew out her hand and clenched a fist, and it calmed down.

After leaving the special needs ward, Zong Ying went downstairs to find Sheng Qiushi.

The morning in the hospital started with the shift and ward rounds. The interns who didn't wake up in twos and threes followed the teacher through the wards. It was a life that Zong Ying used to be very familiar with.

Sheng Qiushi suddenly stopped her from behind, hurried to catch up, and pushed open the door of the clinic for her.

"Thank you." Zong Ying said.

"How was your chat with Zong Yu?"

"He is a little weak and speaks very little."

Sheng Qiushi motioned her to sit on the sofa, poured another glass of water for her, and sat down opposite himself.

He sorted out his thoughts and words a little: "The problem with his heart was worse after the examination yesterday. It was not good at all. This time, the accident has made it worse, and the situation is not optimistic... Except for a heart transplant, there is no other way."

Zong Ying picked up the cup and drank, but was scalded by the overheated water.

She put the paper cup back on the coffee table silently, and listened to Sheng Qiushi again: "His blood type is special, and the matching requirements are higher, and there are very few reference cases."

Zong Ying asked, "Does everyone in the family know?"

Sheng Qiushi nodded: "I should already know what I said yesterday."

The weather outside was excellent, but the news seemed like a cloudy cloud. With the extremely low air-conditioning wind in the room, it seemed like a heavy rain was about to fall on the top of the head at any time.

Despite believing in the existence of miracles, the reality is bleak - it is too difficult to meet a suitable heart donor in a short period of time.

Zong Ying had no more to smoke, so she picked up an old magazine on the coffee table to ease her anxiety, The Lancet Neurology, which she hadn't read since she left the hospital.

Sheng Qiushi said: "The general situation is like this. The children are quite pitiful. Come and see more when you have time."

There was some vague meaning in his words, "Look at the moment and miss the moment", Zong Ying took the idea but did not respond. Suddenly, a nurse knocked on the door and probed in: "Doctor Sheng, 403 consultation, right away."

Sheng Qiu was really busy, so Zong Ying didn't bother him anymore.

She left the clinic, wandered around aimlessly, and ended up in an operating room by accident.

The red light that lights up means that the operation is in progress, the family members are waiting anxiously outside the door, and the area inside the door is where Zong Ying is no longer eligible to enter.

Zong Ying was distracted for a moment, and the phone in his pocket suddenly vibrated.

She took out her mobile phone, and on the screen was her grandmother's long-lost smiling face, and the upper left corner showed that the other party requested a video call.

Zong Ying pressed to answer, the image on the screen shook, probably because the signal was unstable and the sound was intermittent.

When my grandmother was speaking, my uncle's face came in. He said, "Zongying, wait a minute, I'll call you on the phone." He hung up.

When the call came, the voice was finally clear, Zong Ying raised her head, and the sunlight flooded her face through the glass.

My uncle said at the other end, "Zong Ying, my grandmother is going back to China in a few days. I want to try to contact relatives in my hometown in Hangzhou, but I can't find the number. She said that there is a leather booklet in the apartment that records some, it should be It's in your mother's cupboard, you can go back and look for it when you have time."

The news that grandma was going back to China was very sudden. Zong Ying recovered and said, "But that cabinet was locked by grandma, and I don't have the key."

The little uncle replied, "She said that the key was hidden behind the clock, you can look for it."

Zong Ying hadn't opened that cabinet for many years, and the old grandfather clock hadn't been moved for years.

She hung up the phone and didn't wait for Xue Xuanqing to go downstairs, so she decided to return to the apartment.

Passing through the colorful porch, there is no one in the wide corridor of the apartment, there is no high platform for the service office, and there will not be a Mr. Ye sticking his head out and saying, "The milk is here, do you want to bring it up for cutting? Do you want to drive the elevator?"

"The Guard is Here"

There are only two elevator doors that open automatically, cold machinery.

Zong Ying entered the elevator and quickly went to the top floor.

As soon as she entered the room, she went straight to the clock, carefully removed it, and found an old key—although it had lost its luster, it was a kind of permission from my grandmother years later.

The balcony door was half open, the hot breeze lifted the curtains, and the sunlight falling on the ground deformed and jumped.

Zong Ying opened the cabinet door with the key in his hand, and a faint smell of dust hit his face. The shelves were filled with booklets in sequence—almost all of them were left by Yan Man.

She rummaged through the local area and pulled out a cowhide booklet.

The year is hand-pressed on the cover, like a calendar book, not like the communication book my grandmother told me. She was about to put it back in place, but suddenly stopped because she was so familiar with this year.

Zong Ying's face gradually darkened, she opened it with both hands, and Yan Man's handwriting was all over her eyes.

Yan Man is a neat and concise woman, and the words on the schedule are unambiguous. Zong Ying turns page by page, until August, to September...

September 12, September 13, September 14.

On September 14, Yan Man only wrote two things: "1. Data confirmation; 2. Zong Ying's birthday." But she didn't go home that day.

Zong Ying clenched the book in both hands, thinking of that bleak birthday and the lonely night.

She restrained her emotions, and the moment she was about to close the book, she realized that the bookmark tape was pressing on the next page, which prompted her to turn to the next page.

On September 15, Yan Man also arranged three things, all related to work.

How could a person who was going to commit suicide on September 14th possibly schedule work until the next day?

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