CH 4

Mondays were always particularly busy. After Chen Bai left, Zhou Yuan didn't even have a few bites of lunch, he was burying his head in his work. There were many people who suffered from the disease, all kinds of people, but the purpose was simple: to survive.

Zhou Yuan felt that the longer he came to this city, the more sick people there were.

After a busy day, Zhou Yuan finally stretched his back and flipped through his phone when he finally got off work. At this time, he happened to receive a message from Jiang Nianru.

"There's a private restaurant in Minjing Garden that's great. The seats are already booked, Dr. Zhou."

Zhou Yuan smiled. As soon as he stood up, he felt a sore back.

Recently, he hasn't exercised much. Zhou Yuan complained to her as he replied: I was entangled by several interns when I was about to get off work.

Soon the message was replied, with a photo attached.

The girl in the photo had curved eyebrows, bright eyes and white teeth, and her smile was as bright as a flower.

Jiang Nianru said: So angry oh, but I have to keep smiling.

Zhou Yuan was amused. He pressed the ‘love’ button, but after thinking about it, he canceled it. Instead, he replied: See you tomorrow.

Zhou Yuan passed a street intersection on his way home. When the red light came on, the fast-paced city slowed down for a short period of time.

He looked through the car window, looking at the endless flow of people on that side of the street, lost in thought.

When the green light came on, Zhou Yuan turned the steering wheel and the car drove in the other direction.

Carrying a gift, Zhou Yuan visited his university mentor, whom he had not seen for a long time. The highly respected medical professor welcomed him happily.

The two had not seen each other for a long time and were both in high spirits. After exchanging pleasantries for a while, they drank a little wine.

Halfway through the drink, Zhou Yuan suddenly mentioned Chen Bai to his mentor.

He briefly described Chen Bai's condition, saying: "The test results came back in a very unfavorable condition. I prescribed some medicine and asked him to come over for a re-examination in three days. It should have been recommended to be hospitalized."

"The heart valve lesions are all severe. Medication alone can no longer solve the problem." The mentor thought for a moment before saying: "Send me the test results tomorrow. I’ll take a look."

Zhou Yuan was grateful and toasted him with several glasses of wine.

The mentor gladly accepted: "Zhou Yuan, you are the most outstanding student I have trained in these years. You should have some confidence in yourself. You just enter the society, it’s okay to suffer a little bit. It’s all life experience."

"I understand." Zhou Yuan deeply lowered his eyes and humbly accepted the lesson.

The mentor talked about Chen Bai again: "In his case, if his body can stand it, surgery is generally recommended. Of course, the company and encouragement of his family is also very important to support him spiritually."

The mentor asked, "How is the condition of his family?"

"There seems to be no one in his family." Zhou Yuan said, "It may be difficult to support the surgery."

The mentor frowned: "I'll look at the medical records tomorrow. If he's very sick and his family is not well off, the outlook is not optimistic."

"I know." Zhou Yuan took a sip of wine, the alcohol in his belly burned up the heat and emotions, his eyes were steamed red.

He said vaguely, and as if to himself: "I'm just paranoid about whether he can rely on drugs alone to maintain and slowly get better."

"Hang on." The mentor looked at him and asked, "Are you sympathizing with him?"

Zhou Yuan nodded, the snowy chandelier reflected in the glass of wine in his hand, like holding a moon.

The mentor poured a glass of wine and clinked it with him.

A little bit of foam spilled. The mentor said to him: "You will be used to this kind of thing after seeing it a lot, and you will no longer be sympathetic when you get used to it."

"It's not hard-hearted, it's the circumstances."

Zhou Yuan looked at his mentor and felt that this was something Chen Bai would say.

For some reason, he remembered that teenager again; thin and frightened, with sickly purple lips and eyes that always showed fatigue and disdain.

It's a pity. Getting drunk, Zhou Yuan thought while shaking his head, only nineteen.