Chapter 117

Shi Jin opened her mouth first and apologized to her: "I'm sorry, Sheng Sheng. I forced you in."

Jiang Jiusheng shook his head: "if I don't want to, no one can pull me." She bowed her head and buttoned his shirt. She was unskilled and stumbling, but she buttoned it very seriously. She said in a low voice, "I'm careless this time, and I'll be more cautious in the future. You don't have to worry about me. I'll do some self-defense, not so good at calculation." Looking up, she looked at Shijin. "Don't say sorry to me, either. From the day I knew I had feelings for you, I was ready to ignore it."

She is always like this. If she is good to a person, she has no reservation. If she loves something, she loves it to the extreme.

Shijin said nothing, bowed her head and kissed her.

Jiang Jiusheng is obedient. Open his mouth and let him pester him.

Just then, the door was suddenly pushed open.

When Jin raised her head and hugged Jiang Jiusheng into her arms, her eyes suddenly cooled down. She looked at the person at the door and said, "won't you knock?"

Talking about smile Xi Leng there, Zheng for a long time, just whispered: "sorry."

Oh, it's her fault. I want to see him go crazy. I can't wait to knock at the door. But what's the result?

Her eyes seemed to be out of her control. She fell to the woman in Shijin's arms. The other side didn't dodge. She nodded her greetings.

Ginger nine Sheng.

When Jin according to the table Pro was originally Jiang Jiusheng, sure enough, it is her.

I don't know how long it took for her to get back to her senses: "I'll see you later."

Shijin holds Jiang Jiusheng down, wipes the water stains on her lips with the back of her hand, looks up, is tender, indifferent and alienated: "there are five minutes left for sitting diagnosis, please wait outside."

Tan smiled a little white, said sorry again, turned around and closed the door.

Jiang Jiusheng first buttoned up a button left at Shijin's neckline, and then said, "I saw her at the door of your office last time, talking about the person in charge of the pharmaceutical industry."

Shijin threw the shirt stained with blood into the trash can and said, "she is my patient."

Jiang Jiusheng sat on the chair and hesitated for a moment: "she seems to like you."

When Jin looked up, there was a smile in her eyes: "jealous?"

She nodded honestly.

It seems that it is true. She is very concerned that Shijin is coveted by others. Even if it is unilateral, it will block people's hearts. Love may be blind and stupid, unreasonable and irrelevant to magnanimity.

When Jin's lips turn up unconsciously, her eyes are full of pleasure: "although I like that you are jealous for me, I still want to explain to you." His eyes were focused and he said seriously, "Sheng Sheng, except for you, other women are organs in my eyes."

When a surgeon talks about love, it's fatal.

Jiang Jiusheng's heart was clear and gloomy. He couldn't keep a smile on his mouth. He said contentedly, "you see the doctor first, I'll go back to the ward."

When Jin grabbed her hand: "I haven't finished kissing."

Then, buttoning her waist, he lowered his head and kissed her lips.

Then, when we had enough kisses, we put her back.

It's four o'clock sharp.

The doctor helped Xiao Yi to go out and summon the patient. He said politely, "Miss Tan, you can go in."

When he finished, she didn't talk and smile. After waiting for a long time, she stood up and walked into the heart surgery office.

At that time, Jin had changed into a white gown, lowered her head, held the pen in her hand, and opened her mouth first: "how many syncope symptoms have appeared in this month?"

There is no superfluous words.

Talking about smile Xi didn't answer, silent for a long time, she asked him, tone as usual as possible: "doctor, was that your girlfriend just now?"

When Jin still did not look up, replied quickly: "yes."

She clenched her fist and said with tight force, "have you been together for a long time?"

"Miss Tan," Shijin looked up, her eyes clear and cold. "You are just my patient, and you have no right to ask about my personal affairs."

Suddenly she was stunned and opened her mouth. Her throat was so sore that she couldn't speak a word.

Shijin bowed her head and repeated: "how many syncope symptoms have appeared in this month?"

"Twice," he said with a smile The voice is tense and difficult.

For a long time, Shijin gave her the feeling of professionalism, restraint, politeness but estrangement. She never embarrassed people, but there was no human feeling to speak of. Because he did this to everyone, she took it for granted that maybe this is the case in the heart of this man, there would be no ups and downs, there would be no joy and anger.

Until now, it's not like this. Shijin just divides everyone into two categories: Jiang Jiusheng and the others. Then, he leaves all his emotions to her.

"How about hemoptysis?" When Jin lowered her head, she was not happy or angry.

"No," she replied

He wrote a line on the case list and looked up: "is there any respiratory infection?"

The eyes are elegant, too quiet, without any ups and downs."No," she replied

"Coughing?"

"Yes."

“……”

Routine, one by one, without any personal feelings.

When Jin did not look up, in the case of what is written, called a medical help: "Xiao Yi, take Miss Tan to do ECG and angiocardiogram."

Xiao Yi comes forward.

There is no movement in the talk.

Xiao Yi reminded, "talk about Miss."

She was dazed and bleary for a long time, then she got up and followed Xiao Yi out of the cardiac surgery clinic.

Xiao Yi walked in front of her. She didn't know what she was talking about. She couldn't hear a word. The sound around her was like the tinnitus when she was ill. It was noisy and harsh.

"Talk about Miss!"

She suddenly raised her head, but it was too late. Her waist and abdomen were hit. She threw herself on the medical cart. She subconsciously supported her hand.

After the cart fell and banged, the nurse held on to talk and smiled, and apologized again and again.

She shook her head and said it was OK. She turned around and went on walking. Behind her, the nurse exclaimed, "blood!"

Talking about smiling, she found that the palm of her hand was full of blood. She ran into a pair of scissors on the ground, and the tip was also stained with blood. She watched the blood flowing from the palm of her hand, and then she had a real burning feeling.

Xiao Yi saw this and was in a hurry. "Stop bleeding for Miss Tan."

The nurse answered, panicked and flustered.

Xiao Yi did not dare to delay. She ran back to the cardiothoracic surgery department and couldn't wait to knock on the door. She opened the door directly and shouted, "doctor, Miss Tan is injured."

When Jin heard the words, she immediately got up.

Xiao Yi hurriedly followed up, saying that she was not good. Miss Tan's body was indeed precious. She had congenital heart disease. Her blood coagulation function was much worse than that of ordinary people. The number of platelets was abnormally low, but it was still Rh negative blood type. The whole hospital had to deal with this bleeding.

Hospital corridor.

Jiang Jiusheng, wearing a mask, walked back to the ward along the eaves. Behind him, someone suddenly shouted, "Mr. Sheng."

She looked back and saw a familiar face. She took off the cap of her coat: "can you recognize me?"

Talking about the ink, he ran over and nodded excitedly: "even if you only show your forehead, I can recognize you." True love, no explanation!

She laughed, her eyes curved like crescent moon.

It's such a lovely girl. Jiang Jiusheng smiled back and asked her, "do you want to go to my ward?"

"Yes!"

She can't believe that she's going to live with her idol! It was exciting when someone called her name.

"On calligraphy!"

When it comes to calligraphy, he turns a deaf ear, laughs and follows Jiang Jiusheng.

"On calligraphy!"

"On calligraphy!"

There's no end to it! Talking about calligraphy, I turned my eyes and tried to walk away with my idol.

"Someone is calling you." Jiang Jiusheng also heard it, his voice was very urgent, and even his tone was sullen.

She waved her hand with a smile: "ignore it, let's go."

Jiang Jiusheng was puzzled, but he didn't say anything more. He went to the elevator.

Just press the floor, a woman chased in, came up and grabbed the hand of talking about Calligraphy: "talking about calligraphy!" The woman's face was very ugly because she was in a bad mood. "Your sister is still in the emergency room after an accident. It's better for you to hide. Do you mean it?"

On the calligraphy: "..." What the hell?

The woman who holds her is not someone else, but her "legitimate mother" Yang Shi, a lady who grins after a dignified person in front of her. So far, she has never seen any two-sided school that can perform better than Ms. Yang when talking about calligraphy. When she first met Ms. Yang, she thought it was the reincarnation of the Bodhisattva. But that night, she found that it was Hedong lion who was in charge.

Far away, talking about the words of Ms. Yang, she picked out the key points: "she had an accident, you look for a doctor, what do you look for me?"

"She's going to have a platelet transfusion," Ms. Yang said simply

It's not a tone of consultation, not to mention entreaties. It's a matter of course.

Talking about calligraphy, I can hear the reason. One foot is outside the elevator, holding hands, and half of the body is outside: "so, want mine?"

"Otherwise?"

It's a very reasonable question.

The smile on the bottom of his eyes disappeared: "where's my father? Is he here? "

"Your father is looking for you, too." Ms. Yang is impatient and urges, "you are not quick yet."

Talking about calligraphy, he turned his eyes away, suddenly hissed, then wiped his eyes, then turned back, looked at Jiang Jiusheng in the elevator, pulled the corner of her mouth, she smiled and asked, "I can't go to your place, can I next time?"

Jiang Jiusheng nodded. She saw her, her eyes were red,

she was still smiling as before, but there was a slight light in her eyes: "next time, can I call you Sheng?""Yes."

She grinned, squinted her crooked eyes, and turned out of the elevator.

The woman walked ahead, swearing.

Jiang Jiusheng looked at his back, and suddenly remembered that under the Sanjiu bridge that year, this girl was also like this. She knelt under the bridge, holding the sign of selling labor to bury her mother, straightened her back, tightly clenched her palm, proud and desolate.

Ms. Yang took Tan Mo Bao to the emergency room.

The instrument for drawing blood is ready. It's not the first time we've seen it. It's just for her to lie down.

"Nurse, lose her." Ms. Yang's tone was impassable. "They are sisters. They are Rh negative blood. They have also been drawn before. They don't need to be matched. They can directly transfuse platelets."

When the nurse heard the words, she took the needle and went straight to the front.

Talking about calligraphy, he immediately stepped back, put his hand in front of the nurse, turned around and looked at her father: "this is the fourth time."

Tan Xiyao also stared at the treatment room: "give your sister a blood transfusion first, others will wait to go back."

The tone is quick and decisive, without any hesitation.

Talking about calligraphy, she smiled and held hands. She didn't mean to stretch out. She didn't panic or hurry. She said slowly, "what do you say back? Will you write me a check again? "

Talking about Xiyao, he turned his eyes to her and angrily scolded: "don't make a fool of yourself, your sister can't wait."

Nonsense?

OK, that's nonsense.

She stood up and kicked the instrument for drawing blood: "who is he. Mom. It's my sister! Is there an elder sister who takes two blood pipes from his younger sister every other time? " She laughs at her father twice and sneers at him, "don't give me credit, I'm a blood making tool!"

When talking about Xiyao, he didn't expect her to turn against her. He was stunned.

Ms. Yang on one side was enraged, and could not care about her image outside. She was totally cold and cocky: "we'll talk about home for you to eat and wear for you, so that you can live a life of a lady. What's the matter with taking some blood from you?"

To be honest.

Talking about calligraphy, he laughed out: "finally, I said you talked about the family, how could you let me, the illegitimate girl, in fact, you didn't see blood relationship." "It's blood type," he sneered

As soon as she had finished speaking, she talked about Xiyao's answer, still serious and stern, and scolded: "don't talk nonsense, Wanxi is your own sister, now is not the time to be angry." He looked up, saw her cold eyes, or put a soft tone, kind words, "ink, first to your sister blood transfusion, later you want anything dad to give you."

"I want to talk about smiling blood, do you give it?" he asked What if it was her who lost too much blood? She is also Rh negative blood, and her surname is tan. She is also his daughter of Tan Xiyao.

Talking about Xiyao, he didn't want to say: "your sister is not in good health --"

Oh, there is no hesitation at all.

Talking about the sneer of ink, he interrupted: "I'm in good health, I deserve it?"

Talking about Xiyao's face, he was about to open his mouth. The door of the treatment room was pushed open. The nurse came out: "the patient's blood can't stop. We should infuse platelets as soon as possible."

Tan Xiyao and Ms. Yang both look at Tan Mo Bao, eager and angry.

Without waiting for the two of them to open their mouths, he went to the instrument, rolled up the sleeve of his right hand, and said to the nurse, "take mine."

When talking about Xiyao, he got a good face: "calligraphy --"

when talking about calligraphy, he didn't want to hear a word, and his eyes were cold and clear: "I'm going to draw blood for talking about calligraphy, not because you talk about your family's food and clothes for me, it's what I should have, not because blood is thicker than water, sisters' affection is all bullshit, I'm really not familiar with talking about calligraphy, but my mother has taught me since childhood, ten million yuan Don't talk about Xiyao's heart and soul. Be a man with conscience. "

When talking about Xiyao's complicated eyes and mouth, he seemed to want to say something.

when talking about calligraphy, he turned his back, closed his eyes, and said, "Dad, you can spend it."

When that little father daughter relationship is wasted, and one day she doesn't have any illusions about blood relationship, she is not a good person. She leaves with the blanket rolled and goes to the Sanjiu bridge to stick the film.

The next day, the day after Jiang Jiusheng was hospitalized, the fast was lifted. When Jin made millet and pumpkin porridge for her, it was light, stomach nourishing, simple ingredients, but the taste was surprisingly good. It was sent by Xiao Yi, and Jin was busy.

When she finished eating, she wanted to find Shijin. When she passed the sixth floor of VIP ward, she saw a familiar face, Zhang Ronghai, the director who was hit by her ashtray the night before yesterday.

It seems that his mood is out of control. Zhang Ronghai yells in the ward. The infusion rack and the medical cart are all pushed to the ground by him. He stands barefoot on the ground, holding the needle of the infusion set in his hand, and roars at the nurse.

"Go away!"

"Don't come here!"

A male caretaker tried to hold him. He shook him hard and said, "get out of here!"

A room of medical staff looked at each other. For a moment, they didn't know what to do, so they had to appease them repeatedly. However, they took a step forward. Zhang Ronghai went crazy and smashed syringes, trays and other things on the ground."Someone's trying to hurt me!"

Zhang Ronghai cried hysterically, "my medicine, he moves my medicine!"

"He's going to kill me! Kill me! "

"Don't come here, all of you."

"Get out of here!"

"No one can harm me! Don't try to hurt me! "

“……”

Outside the ward, Jiang Jiusheng stood thoughtfully. The nurse hurried out of the ward and hit her shoulder. After apologizing, she ran away quickly.

Zhang Ronghai's attending doctor is Dr. Xu of neurosurgery.

The nurse ran to the third floor, panting and pushing open the neurosurgery office door, said breathlessly, "Dr. Xu, 608's patient is suddenly abnormal."

Xu Qingbo took the stethoscope and immediately got up. As he walked, he asked, "what's the situation?"

"The blood pressure and heart rate rise, and the patient is suddenly excited and very manic." The nurse added, "it's very similar to last night's symptoms. The patient has strong resistance, refuses to let the medical staff close to him, and refuses treatment."

Xu Qingbo didn't ask again. He quickened his pace. As soon as he left the office, he saw that Shijin was leaning against the wall opposite the door and the old God was there.

Heart surgery is on the fifth floor. This is the third floor. It's hard to see Shijin coming to neurosurgery.

Xu Qingbo asked, "look for me?"

He came over and said, "well."

Xu Qingbo's flattered expression: "private affairs and public affairs?"

"Private business."

Xu Qingbo glanced at his watch and said, "I have a patient now. Wait for me for ten minutes, and then I'll go to the heart surgery to find you."

When Jin stood still, her eyes were deep and her emotions were gone. She said, "one minute is enough."

Oh, for the first time.

"Go ahead and give the patient a tranquilizer." Xu Qingbo explains with the nurse, looks at Shi Jin, "what's the matter?"

Shijin's tone was flat and light: "608 patients, I suggest you transfer him to the psychiatry department."

Coincidentally, it's also a 608 patient.

Xu Qingbo holds hands, if there is deep meaning in his eyes: "have you seen his medical record?"

When Jin shakes her head: "Jiang Bomei's head was hit by him."

Oh, this is the culprit.

Xu Qingbo knew that Jiang Jiusheng had sent the first aid the night before yesterday, so there is no doubt about it. Shi Jin was just accounting for Jiang Jiusheng.

Xu Qingbo said: "have you done anything to him?"

Shijin did not deny it.

Xu Qingbo is also a doctor. He knows how to make a patient with long-term addiction to drugs and excessive intake of LSD insane. With a little medicine and a little psychological tactics, Shi Jin can kill them in minutes.

"How can I suddenly feel the delusion of being killed?" Xu Qingbo smiled, suddenly serious, "Shijin, you are breaking the law."

When Jin disapproved: "a bad guy, even if he died, will die."

Extreme thinking and dangerous behavior are typical paranoid personality disorders.

Xu Qingbo said with great emphasis: "that should be judged by the judge, not you." It's best to receive psychotherapy as soon as possible. Now Shijin's behavior consciousness is just walking on the sharp knife, losing the balance point a little, with unimaginable consequences. Obviously, this balance fulcrum is Jiang Jiusheng.

But Shijin ignored: "I'm not here to ask for your opinion."

Xu Qingbo raises eyebrows, and so on.

When Jin calm, tone without waves without LAN, is always understatement: "is to warn you, do not hinder me."

Xu Qingbo is completely speechless.

Shijin's mental state is very dangerous. He can predict that if Jiang Jiusheng goes wrong one day, Shijin will fall into the abyss.

In the afternoon of the same day, a patient surnamed Zhang in the Department of neurology was transferred to the Department of psychiatry, who was suspected of suffering from the delusion of being murdered and suffering from extreme mental disorder, which would not prevent and hurt other patients.

At about three o'clock, Su Qian came to the hospital to see the doctor. Coincidentally, Li Ran Ran and Jin Fanglin also came.

Su Qian sat beside the bed, cutting the apple and sighing: "retribution, retribution."

Li Ranran quickly moved the stool to listen to the gossip.

In the entertainment circle, that pool of sewage, the quickest thing is the gossip. Su leans in the circle and has a good relationship. She hears everything. She doesn't know anything.

"Now it's said in the circle that a director surnamed Zhang is mentally ill. Don't tell me to make a movie in the future. It's estimated that he will have to play with his friends in the mental hospital."

Li Ranran was curious: "is that really sick?" It's a normal looking, squinting ball.

Su Qing divided an apple into three parts, one by one, and snapped: "who knows, there are few people in the mental hospital who admit that they are sick, but they are really not sick when they go in, and no one believes it."

Li Ranran nodded, unaware of Li.

Su added: "I think Zhang is psychopathic even if he is not ill. Several female artists are depressed by him. I have seen one with a scar burned by the animal with a cigarette end."

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