The old man's leg was cut a deep hole and was bleeding continuously.
He Wei immediately took off his sweater coat and tied the old man's leg with his sleeve, for fear that he would hurt the main artery and bleed to death.
"Just a moment. I'll take the bus. I'll take the bus!" He Wei kept panting, obviously frightened.
She studied medicine. Although she gave up midway, she could still use common sense of first aid. She asked the old man to stay still and wait for her rescue.
Soon, a rickshaw passed by with a gentleman in his forties.
He Wei hurriedly stopped and asked if he could take the old man to the hospital.
The old man was lying on the ground, covered with blood. He Wei's Beige sweater was dyed through. It was frightening to watch.
The gentleman got off the car and gave the driver money: "take the wounded to the nearest hospital. I'll wait for the next car. Here's another ten dollars. Don't worry about the car getting dirty. "
He Wei was grateful: "thank you, sir. Your good will be rewarded."
The gentleman gave her a wry smile and told her to stop dawdling.
The coachman took the old man to the car. He Wei followed him and held the handle of the car. As fast as the coachman ran, she did not dare to stop.
At the door of the hospital, she was exhausted and knelt on the ground.
The nurses carried the old man in, and He Wei followed him step by step.
She was sweating all over her face, and her hair was wet. She ran too fast. She went to the emergency room door, fell to the ground, and lost consciousness for a short time.
"Give her oxygen." Someone nearby said.
He Wei thinks the voice is familiar.
After five minutes of oxygen inhalation, the nurse finally took the document to her and asked if the old man was his relative.
"He has no family, he is my neighbor, an old man who is lonely." He Wei said, "take my name as a family member and write it to him... Just write a name."
The nurse didn't demand this, for the old man was very much like a tramp.
She casually wrote a "Johnson" and asked He Wei to pay the money.
He Wei didn't bring money with him. The fare for sending the old man to the hospital was given by the middle-aged man who was stopped by her.
"Can I go back and get the money? He was in a car accident. I was so anxious to get down from upstairs that I didn't take anything. " He Wei Dao.
The nurse is not happy. She is afraid that she will run away. The old tramp will use medical resources for nothing.
"On my account." Behind him, a young voice said.
He Wei saw the white figure coming in. He took off his mask and showed George Swick's young and handsome face.
At that time, she ran with the coachman and didn't know the nearest hospital, the hospital jointly run by the church and Luo family, let alone that George works here now.
The last fight, more than 20 days ago, George's nose was hurt by her. It was completely recovered, and there was no scar left.
"No more." He Wei said, "I'll get it back."
George said: "it's so late, or you can go back to get it tomorrow morning. I'll guarantee it. The patient is going to live here tonight. Would you like to stay with him? "
He Wei bit his lower teeth.
The nurse smiled and said, "Dr. Swick knows her?"
George's face was very sad, well.
"Well, I don't need you to pay. I'll get it back tomorrow morning. Can I see him? " He Wei Dao.
George is the doctor on duty in today's emergency department. He leads He Wei to the old man's ward and asks her, "how do you know such a tramp? Are you still safe? "
He Wei said: "he is not a vagrant, he is a poet!"
The old man has long hair, long beard, and is very untidy, which makes people suspect that he has lice. His clothes were worn out. After being hit by the car, he broke several places and rolled all over his body.
Now, if you look at him again, he is a real tramp.
"Slightly, I..." George's voice went down, "I have no malice."
He Wei ignored him.
She went into the ward.
The old man shed a lot of blood and was very weak at the moment. Seeing he Wei, he smiled: "thank you. Did you faint just now?"
"I'm running too fast. I'm going to exercise a lot later." He Wei Dao.
She looked at George again and said, "don't bother the doctor here any more. Go ahead."
George hesitated and left.
The back of the old man's hand was also worn a little skin, has scabbed.
He extended his hand to He Wei, who Wei took his hand.
"I almost thought that the car was going to kill me. Do you know what is the most ironic? " Asked the old man.
He Wei shook his head: "what is it?"
"That car is the factory I invested in. It's my own thing." Said the old man.
He Wei said, "why didn't you do it later?"
"It's better to write a poem than to be bored." The old man said, "poetry is the most beautiful thing in the world. It's worth fighting for all its life."
He Wei didn't know much about cars, what brand the car was, and who was its founder.
However, there are ups and downs in one's life. He Wei thinks it's OK to go bankrupt. At least there are houses, houses, drinks, and poems.
"I also think poetry is very beautiful. Like flowers, it can embellish the vulgar world." He Wei Dao.
At this time, it's over one o'clock in the morning.
The old man lost too much blood and was so tired that he couldn't help falling asleep, but he Wei didn't feel sleepy.
Sitting in front of the hospital bed, she had only the shadow of the car in her heart - her life was so fragile, but so strong.
She is too short-sighted to indulge in her love torment.
Just then, someone tapped on the door of the ward twice.
He Wei looked back and saw George standing at the door with a cup of hot chocolate in his hand.
"Add some energy. You're too tired." George said, "I'll have the nurse bring you a small bed later."
He Wei didn't answer.
George insisted on handing it to her.
"No, I don't want hot cocoa." He Wei said, "please don't disturb the patient's rest."
"I need to examine his wound. The doctor's visit can't be interrupted." George said, "slightly, can we have a talk?"
He Wei said, "what are you talking about?"
"Come out and say it." George road.
He Wei said, "I have nothing to talk about with you?"
"Then I will say it here?" George road.
He Wei was afraid to wake up the old man, only to say: "let's go out and talk."
She walked out of the hospital with George and sat down in the small pavilion beside the flower bed at the gate.
George handed her the hot cocoa, which he knew she liked when she was tired.
He Wei couldn't get away from it, so he had to catch it.
Huo Yue was very busy until late, when he heard that He Wei ran out of the House late at night, because the old man next to her entered the hospital.
So late, Huo Yue was not at ease, so he came to the hospital in person.
As soon as I entered the gate, I saw two people in the flower bed Pavilion. He stopped.