MTL - Paper Plane-Chapter 83

The special needs ward was very quiet, and the "Long time no see" sounded too ambiguous. The little doctors who followed Tang Junhe for a moment all looked up and looked at them back and forth.

Tang Junhe was slightly dazed, his heart seemed to stop beating, he knew he couldn't hide anymore, he straightened up, took off his mask to reveal his whole face, tried his best to calmly raise his eyes to look at Yang Xuan, but when his eyes touched, he quickly dropped them again Eye: "More than ten years."

After a moment of silence in the ward, Tang Junhe took a deep breath almost inaudibly, and brought the atmosphere back on track: "The postoperative healing is good. Don't smoke within half a month, it will affect the wound healing."

Yang Xuan leaned on the hospital bed and looked at him: "Okay."

Tang Junhe continued: "The diet should still be light, and the drainage tube can be withdrawn tomorrow."

Yang Xuan responded cooperatively: "Yes."

Everything is like an ordinary conversation between a doctor and a patient, even more concise, Tang Junhu paused, turned his face to the nurse in the special needs ward and said: "There is nothing to change from Director Xue's doctor's order. Yesterday's came."

"Hey, good doctor Tang." The nurse nodded.

After leaving the ward, Tang Junhe raised his hand to put on the mask, and let out a long breath. The little doctors following him looked at each other in blank dismay, one of them walked up boldly and asked cautiously, "Ms. Tang, can I write the course of that patient just now?"

Tang Junhe just bowed his head and walked forward: "No, I'll come later, you go back first."

The people behind him dispersed, Tang Junhe turned into the bathroom, washed his face with cold water, stood in front of the sink, and waited for his heartbeat to calm down before turning around and going to the operating room.

The little doctors in the elevator immediately started gossiping: "Whether they are brothers or not, it seems a bit similar!"

"But the atmosphere was weird, I didn't dare to catch my breath just now."

"It's been a long time, it's like meeting old lovers..." A young female doctor made a face at the people around her.

"I was standing right behind. Dr. Tang was clearly holding the pen, but he didn't write a single word. It's so abnormal..."

Because of that news and the scene that happened in the special needs ward in the morning, the relationship between Tang Junhe and Yang Xuan became a hot gossip topic in the hospital.

In the afternoon, Tang Junhe and Sun Lianqi went to the operating table. The operation went smoothly. Sun Lianqi always liked to joke. When the chest was closed, the atmosphere in the laminar flow room became active. The trainee doctor who came in to observe the study came forward curiously and asked: "Doctor Tang, is that handsome guy who was sent to the emergency room that day really your brother? My brother?"

Tang Junhe lowered his head, focused on sewing and closing his chest, and said after a while: "Same father and half mother."

His expression was as usual, and his tone showed the usual indifference, which frightened the little doctor who was studying for a moment so that he dared not continue to ask more questions.

"You stitch the rest," Tang Junhe turned to look at her, "Come here."

"Ah? Oh..." The little doctor came over, took the silk thread from Tang Junhe's hand, and sewed it up cautiously.

Sun Lianqi stood aside and said with a smile: "Sew it better, don't compare it too obviously with your teacher Tang."

After one operation was completed, Tang Junhe changed his clothes and went into the lounge next to him to drink water. Li Yuan, a brother of the urology department, was standing by the window lighting a cigarette. Seeing him coming in, he greeted him, "Is the operation finished?" He shook his head again. Shaking the cigarette case in his hand, "Do you want one?"

It was just a symbolic question at first, and he didn't even intend to take out the cigarettes. Unexpectedly, Tang Junhe really took the cigarette case, smoked one himself, and returned the cigarette case to him, looking at the cigarette in his hand. Lighter: "Brother, borrow a lighter."

Senior Brother Li was taken aback, threw the lighter to him, and said in surprise, "Xiaotang, do you know how to smoke?"

"A little bit." Tang Junhe lit his cigarette and took a deep breath.

"I've never seen you smoke before."

"I quit a few years ago," Tang Junhe returned the lighter to him, "I smoked a lot when I was an undergraduate."

"Hey, then you're relapsing," Senior Brother Li jokingly patted him on the shoulder, "Be careful of wasting all your previous efforts."

Maybe all previous efforts have been wasted, Tang Junhe thought.

"By the way, I just had an operation, and the patient's bladder is so beautiful, I think I can contribute to the textbook." The brother took out his mobile phone from his pocket to flip through the photos, "I took a photo, Let me show you..."

Before the photo was turned out, a nurse came in with her head: "Doctor Tang, the patient's wound in the special needs ward on the 12th floor—" Before finishing speaking, she saw the cigarette between Tang Junhe's fingers and said in surprise: "Doctor Tang, what are you doing?" Still smoking!"

Tang Junhe looked at her: "What happened to the wound?"

"Oh... it's bleeding a bit, why don't you go and see it?"

"Okay." After Tang Junhe finished speaking, he bent down and extinguished the cigarette in the ashtray on the coffee table, picked up the white coat next to him and walked out while putting it on.

As the elevator went up, the nurse was still surprised: "Doctor Tang, I've never seen you smoking before."

Tang Junhe looked at the jumping numbers on the elevator screen and said, "Occasionally I smoke."

He clocked in and entered the special needs ward. The man and woman in the morning are now the only woman left. Bending down to examine the wound, he caught a glimpse of a bouquet of flowers, fresh, white lilies, on a nearby table.

The wound did ooze some blood, and the oozing blood soaked into the dressing. Tang Junhe looked carefully, staring at the wound and asked, "Get out of bed and move around?"

Yang Xuan didn't speak, just looked at him. When Tang Junhe had to look up at him, he said, "Half an hour ago."

Tang Junhe nodded, then lowered his eyes again: "Did you pull the wound?"

"Not paying much attention."

Tang Junhe put the sensing head of the stethoscope on Yang Xuan's chest, and his steady heartbeat beat clearly on his eardrum again and again. He couldn't hear any noise, so he straightened up: "The wound hasn't fully healed yet. It's best to reduce your activities, it's nothing serious, I'll change the dressing for you."

The nurse brought a new dressing, and he bent down to change it for Yang Xuan, skillfully.

Maybe it was because the smell of cigarettes on his body had not had time to dissipate. Halfway through the change, Yang Xuan suddenly said, "Patients are not allowed to smoke. Doesn't the doctor need to set a good example?"

Tang Junhe's hands paused, and after a moment of silence, he said, "There is no such rule."

Even though he didn't look directly at Yang Xuan, from the corner of his eye, he could see the corner of his mouth slightly twitching, like a smile.

After changing the dressing, Tang Junhe straightened up, and explained a few words to the nurse in the special needs ward. He felt the eyes of the woman standing next to him fall on him, as if looking at him.

Are the flowers sent by her? It's really pretty.

"Doctor Tang, how many days will it take for you to be discharged from the hospital?" She spoke.

"Three days," Tang Junhe looked at her, he was also a good-looking person, "if there are no special circumstances."

The woman nodded and said with a smile, "Thank you, Dr. Tang, for your trouble."

"It should." After Tang Junhe finished speaking, he collected the medical equipment, turned and walked out of the ward.

As soon as the door was closed, You Xin sat on the accompanying bed beside her, and joked with a smile: "Captain, is this really your brother? Why doesn't he seem to recognize you?"

Yang Xuan didn't answer, and closed his eyelids: "When you leave, take the flowers with you."

"Does the eviction order need to be so obvious... Our team leader specially ordered this to be brought here. When I left, I was seen by Old Wu from the Criminal Investigation Department. Maybe he will come to the door tomorrow to bring roses in person."

Yang Xuan didn't speak at first, but after a while he said: "Doesn't it depend on your preferences when you come to give gifts?"

"Can you understand the clumsy methods of old men who are eager to show their love? Captain, you can come to our serious crime team. Old Xu said that you will be granted three months of sick leave. You don't have to worry about any procedures. People will handle it for you, and after three months, you can just let people come over, and besides, you can take care of our deep friendship in the past, okay?"

"Understood." Yang Xuan said.

"What do you mean by knowing? Yes or no?"

"It means I know."

"Forget it, I'm a lobbyist who can't talk you out, let Lao Xu fight with Lao Wu later..." You Xin raised his head and sighed, his shoulders slumped, straightened up after a while, then looked at Yang Xuan and said, " By the way, Captain, when I left yesterday, I heard from a nurse that Dr. Tang's mother is also in this hospital."

Under the thin eyelids, the eyeballs seemed to move, and Yang Xuan opened them to look at her.

"Uh... It seems that he has pancreatic cancer, which is quite advanced. You should have seen his mother?...Captain?"

Yang Xuan was a little startled, and only after hearing her call "Captain" again did he return to his senses, "I've seen it."

The spread of that news was too strong. Although most of the related news on the Internet had been deleted by the evening, the discussion on this matter in the hospital did not cool down at all, and it even reached Tang Xiaonian's ears.

The family members in the next bed asked him after watching the news: "Do you have another son?"

Tang Xiaonian's expression changed slightly: "Who said that?"

"It's been reported in the news that my elder brother was a passerby who acted bravely in the shooting incident, and he happened to be sent to his younger brother's hospital for treatment. Isn't this younger brother's picture is Dr. Tang? This is too coincidental. There are big promises."

Tang Xiaonian took the mobile phone she handed over, slid his finger down to look through it, and then stopped at the profile photo of Yang Xuan.

Tang Junhe was on duty at night and had dinner from the cafeteria to accompany Tang Xiaonian.

Tang Xiaonian had just finished chemotherapy in the morning, and her appetite was poor, so Tang Junhe specially made porridge for her. After several times of chemotherapy, Tang Xiaonian's hair fell out badly, and she became skinny. Looking at her, she was a little terribly thin, and her energy was no longer what it used to be. She was a beauty when she was young.

"How many operations did you do today?" Tang Xiaonian asked after taking a sip of porridge.

"Three sets."

"That's not too busy."

"I went to the clinic in the afternoon."

"There are a lot of emergency visits these days?" Tang Xiaonian began to insinuate.

"It was more than two days ago, but these two days are fine."

Tang Xiaonian nodded and said nothing. After a while, she glanced at the old lady lying on the hospital bed next to her. The old lady and her family members who came to take care of her were having dinner and chatting about household affairs. Have you considered the new guy from the oncology department that you talked about a few days ago?"

"I didn't notice." Tang Junhe finished his meal and put the lunch boxes together. In the first few years after Yang Xuan left, Tang Xiaonian often got some pictures of girls from nowhere and showed them to him one by one, asking him to pick the ones he was interested in first.

Perhaps it was because Tang Junhe had shown a lack of interest for several years in a row, but from that day on, Tang Xiaonian gave up his plan to introduce Tang Junhe to a girlfriend.

One day Tang Junhe glanced at the photo Tang Xiaonian sent from WeChat, and found that the person in the photo was actually a boy about his age. Attached below is a line of words typed by Tang Xiaonian: "Would you like to try this everywhere?"

Tang Junhe was stunned at first, and then felt a little funny. He didn't reply, as if he didn't see the message. After this incident passed, Tang Xiaonian stopped for a few years and did not introduce a girlfriend to Tang Junhe.

It was only after she was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer that she began to touch Tang Junhe's boyfriend every now and then. Tang Xiaonian mentioned this "new boy in the oncology department" to him two weeks ago, and she mentioned it again tonight: "Why didn't you pay attention, it's the boy who often came to give me injections, last time you Didn’t he still talk? I think he’s not bad.”

Tang Junhe was a little helpless: "Mom, it's not a question of whether people are good or not, you'd better drink porridge quickly."

"If you think it's good too, I'll find a chance to help you find out." Tang Xiaonian observed his expression, then lowered his head and continued to take a sip of porridge, "It's not that I can't see that he likes talking to you so much."

Tang Junhe's eyes fell on the TV screen, and he didn't respond for a long time. When Tang Xiaonian reminded again, "Did you hear me?", he said, "Don't worry about these things, just rest at ease and recuperate."

Tang Xiaonian stopped talking, and after a while he said in a bad tone: "If I wasn't about to die, I wouldn't care about your matter. Could it be that after I die, you will always be alone? Even if you take care of each other There is no one here, if there is a minor illness, who will take care of you?"

She was so emotional that she forgot to lower her voice for a moment. The old lady at the side heard half of the words, turned her head and said with a smile: "Dr. Tang is in such a good condition, but still worried about not being able to find a girlfriend? Is it too high-sighted?"

Tang Xiaonian said: "I don't know what he is thinking."

Tang Junhe stood up, picked up the garbage bag containing the lunch box, looked down at her and said, "As long as you recuperate in peace, I won't be alone."