MTL - Paper Plane-Chapter 84

During the few days when Xue Yuanshan went to other places for a meeting, Tang Junhe was in charge of all the rounds in Yang Xuan's ward. After passing the initial hurdle, the remaining few days were not as difficult as imagined.

There was only one exception, the day after Yang Xuan was transferred to the special needs ward, Tang Junhe leaned over to check the status of the drainage fluid during the early rounds, and when he was reaching out to hold the drainage tube, Yang Xuan also raised his hand to pick up You When Xin handed over a glass of water, his two hands touched together in mid-air, and Tang Junhe shrank back reflexively. Yang Xuan's hand also paused, and the originally stretched fingers were slightly clenched, and they hung down to his side. He turned to look at You Xin: "Put it on the table first."

After realizing that he had overreacted, Tang Junhe collected himself and continued to check the action of the drainage tube just now.

When he left the ward, he unconsciously rubbed the place where his fingertips touched with his thumb just now. It was burning hot like a burn, and even the five fingers and the entire palm began to feel hot.

Even the most intimate things have been done ten years ago, but now it is just a slight touch of a finger, but they all feel a little fear—maybe it is not just fear, otherwise the heartbeat would not be so fast.

The process of removing the drainage tube in the afternoon was even more absurd. Tang Junhe actually felt nervous after going to countless operating tables, just for such a basic operation as extubation. Before extubation, he looked up at Yang Xuan: "It may hurt a little." He had only said this to children under the age of ten before, and it was only after he said it that he realized that it was unnecessary. After all, he had suffered the pain of being shot in the chest , The insignificant pain of extubation is nothing.

Yang Xuan looked at him and said, "It's okay, I'm not afraid of pain." His voice was low, and it even gave people the illusion of gentleness, no matter how empathetic the patient was, he was not so easy to talk to.

After pulling out the drainage tube, Tang Junhe pressed the drainage incision with gauze. Under his fingers were tight muscles, which had only begun to take shape when he was young, but now he can be described as vigorous.

On the way back to the office, Tang Junhe was in a daze. He didn't know anything about Yang Xuan in the past ten years. They were brothers, and they had done some behaviors between lovers, but now they became strangers whom they hadn't seen in ten years. people.

"Captain, it's been so many years, but you've never talked to us like that!" As soon as the door closed, You Xin protested, and pulled Zheng Rui aside as foreign aid, "Brother Rui, tell me, did he never talk to us?" Used that tone with us?"

Zheng Rui shook his head cooperatively, and said decisively: "It has never been used!"

"Back then, when you were on a mission for the first time, you were shot in the leg. What did the captain say?"

Zheng Rui was very good at acting, imitating Yang Xuan's stern expression at that time, with a sullen face and frowning, and even his tone was restored to the point: "Shut up, hold on."

You Xin let out a long sigh: "Oh, the treatment of my own parents is different..."

Yang Xuan glanced at Zheng Rui who was nodding frequently: "Who carried you back after that mission?"

Now Zheng Rui was speechless, scratched his head, and smiled flatteringly: "Captain..."

Yang Xuan snorted softly, like a smile: "No conscience."

Yang Xuan was discharged from the hospital three days later, You Xin came to find Xue Yuanshan to go through the discharge procedures, but she couldn't find Xue Yuanshan, so she walked into the office next to her and knocked on the door with her fingers bent.

Tang Junhe, who was lowering his head to write the medical records, looked back, recognized You Xin, and asked her what's the matter with his eyes.

You Xin leaned in and asked, "Doctor Tang, isn't Director Xue here?"

"Out for a meeting."

You Xin tilted her head and said, "Then it's okay to ask you to go through the discharge procedures?"

Tang Junhe thought for a moment, nodded and said: "Yes." After finishing speaking, he put down the medical records and pen in his hand, got up and called Xiao Song, the nurse on the chest, and took the elevator to the 12th floor with You Xin.

Tang Junhe got off the elevator and walked towards the special needs ward. Yang Xuan was leaning back against the door frame, turning his head and talking to the man beside him. He also changed his hospital gown. He was wearing a smoke gray shirt and The black trousers lined up the slender body of the man. From a glance, it was completely impossible to tell that he was a patient who had been lying in the hospital for nearly ten days.

Tang Junhe approached, Yang Xuan turned his gaze to him, and stopped the conversation just now.

Tang Junhe's fingers pinched the veneer clips. After so many years, he still had to raise his jaw slightly to look into Yang Xuan's eyes. His eyes fell on Yang Xuan's straight nose: "Come over in a week to remove the stitches, and be careful not to exercise vigorously these few days." After the routine doctor's orders were given, he added a few more words of taboos. Now that he is a doctor, no matter how detailed his instructions are, he can be regarded as his job.

They took the elevator together to get medicine from the thoracic surgery room on the fourth floor. There were many people getting on and off the elevator in the hospital. When the elevator came down, You Xin looked at Tang Junhe and said, "Doctor Tang is usually busy with work, right?"

Tang Junhe looked at the number that did not move for a long time on the elevator screen: "It's okay."

"You are so young, I really can't see that you will be the chief surgeon."

Xiao Song, who was standing beside Tang Junhe, immediately said, "Doctor Tang is very powerful."

You Xin smiled, looked at Tang Junhe with a cold expression and asked, "Dr. Tang is about to leave work soon, shall we drop you off later?"

Tang Junhe turned to look at her: "How did you know you were on the way?"

You Xin smiled and said: "If you don't go along the way, you can take a detour. It's too much trouble for you these few days."

"No need," Tang Junhe said, "I'm on the night shift tonight."

Yang Xuan, who had been standing silently by the side, suddenly asked, "Who should I contact if I have any questions before the stitches are removed?"

Tang Junhe looked up at him, his eyelashes trembled, and then drooped again: "You can find Director Xue...or me."

"Then leave a phone call?" Yang Xuan looked at him and asked.

Tang Junhe didn't make a sound or move.

Yang Xuan took out the phone, touched the screen a few times with his thumb, brought up the interface of the address book, pinched the bottom of the phone and handed it to him. His intentions were obvious, and the people around him didn't speak, and Xiao Song shrank back without daring to breathe.

Tang Junhe didn't reach out to pick it up, and Yang Xuan didn't take it back. The two of them stood in a stalemate for a few seconds. The elevator stopped on the fifth floor, and a patient came up. Tang Junhe reached out to take the phone, entered his number, and hit "" Tang Junhe" and then returned the phone to Yang Xuan.

The patient has a legitimate need, and the doctor should satisfy it, but only Tang Junhe knows that in the past, he left other patients with his office number, but Yang Xuan only left his personal number.

When picking up the medicine at the nurse's station, Tang Junhe stood by the counter and watched the nurse explain to Yang Xuan how to take the medicine. These things should have been done by the nurse alone, but he was still worried.

While the nurse was talking, Tang Junhe was about to get up and go back to the office, when he turned his head, he saw Tang Xiaonian standing not far away.

Tang Xiaonian's ward is on the seventh floor, and she doesn't often go downstairs on weekdays, because she is afraid of disturbing Tang Junhe's work.

She didn't know how long she stood here without saying a word. Tang Junhe's forehead twitched, and he walked over to support her: "Why are you running around? What do you want from me?"

Tang Xiaonian looked at Yang Xuan from a distance, and Yang Xuan obviously noticed her, and looked up. Tang Xiaonian looked away: "The ward is too stuffy, I'll come down and take a walk."

"There are too many people here. In the evening, I will accompany you to the garden downstairs." Tang Junhe raised his hand to support Tang Xiaonian's shoulder, and within reach was a handful of weak bones. Tang Xiaonian was already so thin Bone standing. After Tang Junhe finished speaking, without looking at Yang Xuan, he helped Tang Xiaonian walk towards the elevator on the side of the corridor.

"That's Dr. Tang's mother?" You Xin followed Yang Xuan's gaze.

"Well," Yang Xuan looked away, "Can we go?"

"Oh, that's fine. I wanted to drive your brother back." You Xin said, observing the expression on Yang Xuan's face. After a few days, she had already seen the relationship between Yang Xuan and Tang Junhe , It cannot be summed up by the simple word "brother".

But Yang Xuan's watery expression made her unable to find a clue, but she didn't dare to ask directly.

Yang Xuan walked down the stairs, and when he reached the hall, a figure suddenly flashed past the door. His long-term professional sensitivity made him keenly aware that the person did not flash past out of pure haste, but deliberately avoid him. Yang Xuan quickened his steps, walked out quickly, and looked in the direction of the figure just now, but there was nothing in his sight—the person had already left, or had already hidden.

You Xin ran to follow, looked around, then turned to look at Yang Xuan, saw that his expression was not right, and asked inexplicably: "Captain, what's wrong?"

Yang Xuan frowned and said, "Someone is hiding from me."

"Who is it?" You Xin asked in surprise, "You just came back, didn't you have any grudges?"

Yang Xuan shook his head thoughtfully: "Let's go first."

Sending Tang Xiaonian back to the ward, Tang Junhe walked back to the office absent-mindedly.

When Yang Xuan was there, he always felt anxious about the next ward rounds. Now that Yang Xuan has been discharged from the hospital, he feels a big emptiness in his heart.

Will we meet again? Tang Junhe used a disposable paper cup to drink water, maybe it's okay if he didn't see it, after all, ten years have passed like this. If he returns to the state when Yang Xuan just left, he will not be able to survive it again no matter what.

Tang Junhe sat at his desk, put the water glass on the table, opened the drawer, and wanted to take out the medical records and continue writing the course of the disease, but when the drawer was opened, he saw a small cardboard box outside the drawer. What is shocking is not the carton itself, but the dark red writing on it. The three words "Tang Junhe" seem to be written in blood, and it turns a rusty red after drying.

He took out the carton and put it on the desk, opened the lid, and there was a severed finger lying on the milky white sponge, and the blood oozing from the section soaked into the layer of sponge underneath.

Tang Junhe is a surgeon, and he has seen **** scenes before. He stood up and took a pair of tweezers, picked up the amputated finger, and looked at it calmly.

"Doctor Tang, the seventeen-bed patient—" The nurse who pushed the door in didn't finish her sentence, her eyes fell on the **** severed finger, and she screamed, "Ah!"

Tang Junhe looked up at her, put his severed finger on the sponge, and asked in a normal tone, "What's wrong with the seventeenth bed?"

The nurse hadn't recovered from her panic: "My God, what is that, Dr. Tang? A finger?"

Tang Junhe frowned slightly: "Yes."

"W-Where did it come from..."

"I don't know who put it in the drawer of my desk. Have you ever seen a stranger enter this office?"

"I wasn't here just now, I didn't pay attention..."

Tang Junhe nodded: "I'll check the monitoring later, what's wrong with the seventeen-bed patient?"

Only then did the nurse look away from the amputated finger in shock: "Oh, the patient in the seventeenth bed asked if the operation could be done two days earlier...Doctor Tang, don't you need to call the police?"

"Let's see the patient first." Tang Junhe covered the carton, put it in its original position, and closed the drawer.