Klein bottle personality

For a moment, Xiao Jin strongly hoped that his father's tumor would grow in his head, so that Ding Muyan might take care of him with gentle words all day long. call.

So he impulsively asked such a naive question, regretted it after asking, and made up a series of sarcasms, such as "You expect me to give you artificial respiration? Dreaming!" "At most, how many people can you call for emergency?" .But unexpectedly, Ding Muyan just glanced sideways, and then said calmly: "Doctors and patients should not fall in love."

Not being ridiculed, Xiao Jin felt that something was missing, and felt that Ding Muyan's words were a bit strange: "Shouldn't it? Isn't it impossible? That's still possible?"

Probably because this question is too boring, Ding Muyan didn't even bother to look at him more.

The atmosphere in the elevator was strangely silent, Xiao Jin stared at Ding Muyan's curled up hair, held back for a long time before he could say something he really wanted to say: "What did you talk to that guy about?"

Before Ding Muyan had time to answer, the elevator door opened and Ding Muyan stepped out, but he didn't continue walking, but stood at the door.

The hospital finally has a little New Year's atmosphere.Under the command of the head nurse, the nurse sneaked in to decorate the department. The door of the office was pasted with the word "Fu", red Chinese knots were hung on the wall of the nurse's station, and a Christmas tree next to it was covered with cute little lanterns.

Hospitals are not suitable to make it too festive, but the special festival of Spring Festival should be celebrated more or less.

A little nurse stepped on a chair and hung a big lantern from the ceiling, still wobbling a bit.

Someone shouted for a ladder from below, and Ding Muyan stepped forward a few steps: "I'll do it, come down and be careful not to fall."

After receiving the lantern, Ding Muyan swayed uncontrollably as soon as he stood on the chair. It turned out that the chair was a little lame.

Anyway, it was just a matter of hanging a lantern. Ding Muyan thought it was troublesome, so he raised his hand, but the more it happened, the more the chair wobbled, and there was no place around him to hold his hand. Ding Muyan was really unstable. Staying at the center of gravity, I was about to ask someone to change the chair, when suddenly it stopped shaking.

Looking down, Xiao Jin supported the back of the chair.

Ding Muyan looked down at Xiao Jin, and Xiao Jin was also looking up at him: "Hang up, what are you doing in a daze?"

The fiery red lanterns hung above the head, reflecting a faint red light on the pink and white walls, and even the faces of the patients who passed by were a little more happy.

When he came down, Xiao Jin gave him a hand.Of course Ding Muyan didn't need him to help him. This unnecessary action made Ding Muyan squint at him more, but in front of everyone, he didn't say much.

A blessing, a touch of red, will set off the year of the Chinese people. This festival has a strange power, which can make people put down everything and concentrate on celebrating the festival. No matter what kind of hatred or grievance, it can be summed up in the sentence "let's talk after the new year".

"How do you spend New Year's Eve?" Xiao Jin stepped forward to talk.

Ding Muyan said without hesitation: "Hospital."

Because of the family relationship, it is impossible for the Ding family to reunite during the Chinese New Year. Either one or the other is missing, and it is difficult for a family of three to get together.Ding Muyan is in his prime and has no family burden, so it is almost a matter of course for him to be in the hospital at the age of thirty.

Xiao Jin snorted and laughed happily.

Ding Muyan squinted at him again, and temporarily swallowed what he wanted to say.

Let's talk about it after a year.

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In a blink of an eye, it was New Year's Eve.This day was unexpectedly free, Ding Muyan still took a nap in the office to recharge his batteries, no one called him all afternoon.

But fortunately, this kind of mentality is really undesirable. He had just been happy for a while when something happened in the ward.

On New Year's Eve, many family members bring all kinds of New Year's Eve dinners to the hospital. That's fine. Some people bring alcohol to the wards. What's even more absurd is that in order to let the patients drink alcohol, the family members also help to hide it from the doctors and nurses.After drinking a glass of wine, the patient's blood vessels ruptured and he collapsed on the bed. Only then did the family members realize the seriousness of the problem, and the screams could be heard throughout the building.

All kinds of rescue followed, and Ding Muyan, who was imagining a leisurely New Year's Eve, was dragged to the operating room.

It was already dark when he came out of the operating room. Ding Muyan, who missed his meal, was so hungry that his eyes stared with starvation. When he opened the door, he saw Xiao Jin standing outside.

On the evening of New Year's Eve, Xiao Jin's family watched TV while eating New Year's Eve dinner in the ward.In fact, it is also very difficult for the Xiao family to reunite. Xiao Huai always goes to condolences every Chinese New Year. This time, thanks to his illness, the family can finally be reunited.

After the New Year's Eve dinner, Xiao Jin filled a box of dumplings and went to find Ding Muyan, and found out that he had entered the operating room.

"I heard from the nurse that you haven't had dinner yet." Xiao Jin raised the insulated lunch box in his hand.

Ding Muyan waved his hand habitually: "Give it to the nurses."

"They all have them, and this is specially reserved for you."

It's not easy to criticize, so Ding Muyan opened his mouth and said, "I told you not to be a money-spreading boy in my department, and you took my word for it, didn't you?"

"How can a few dumplings make money? When did I, Xiao Jin, have to rely on dumplings to buy people's hearts? Can you stop being so aggressive with me? Stop talking nonsense! Come and eat!" Xiao Jin dragged Ding Muyan aside. Forcibly pressed on the chair, opened the lunch box, and stuffed the chopsticks into his hands, "Eat quickly!"

It is common to be dragged and shouted "Help me quickly", but it is rare to be dragged and shouted "Hurry up and eat".The sour scent of vinegar spread out, and Ding Muyan, who was extremely hungry, couldn't resist the temptation, so he picked up one and took a bite.

The dumplings are stuffed with sauerkraut and pork, slightly sour and meaty, not salty and not greasy, and some juice flows out, the taste is just right.

When a person is hungry, he endures it, but once he eats something, his appetite rushes out like a flood that is unstoppable.

One by one, Ding Muyan made the chopsticks so fast that half a box went down in the blink of an eye.

Xiao Jin couldn't hold back his complacency: "Is it delicious? I made it."

"You can still cook..." Ding Muyan had a conditioned reflex, but as soon as the words came out of his mouth, he remembered that Xiao Jin who was stupid when he entered the kitchen regardless of the grains was an illusion, and the real Xiao Jin was a person who could cook big meals. A few dumplings are nothing.

"Well, thanks to your parents, I'm lucky to be able to eat the dumplings made by you." Ding Muyan sneered, and the movements of eating dumplings were much more gentle.

Xiao Jin almost wanted to slap himself. He pretended not to cook at the beginning just to soften his heart by being coquettish in front of Ding Muyan. Damn, I don't feel very happy when I think about it.

Dan Ding Muyan was really hungry, and the taste of this dumpling was really to his liking, he filled his mouth with a few bites.

Seeing his bulging cheeks, Xiao Jin tried his best to resist the urge to reach out and pinch, and racked his brains to change the subject: "Eat slowly, did you get any coins?"

Ding Muyan raised his eyebrows and almost jumped up from his chair: "What? Did you wrap coins?"

The dumplings made by Xiao Jin happened to be the size of one bite, especially the first few that he almost didn't even chew, and swallowed them directly in his mouth. Where are the coins?

"Cough, cough, cough!" Ding Muyan pinched his throat, "Which one did you put in it? Cough cough! I won't just swallow it, right? Cough cough cough!"

Seeing that his face was flushed with anxiety, Xiao Jin quickly said: "No, I'm talking nonsense, I didn't wrap coins, I was just joking with you."

Ding Muyan's face darkened in an instant, and he dropped his chopsticks: "Is it so fun to lie to me!"

Xiao Jin didn't expect him to rise to such a height, and he felt like he had ordered a coffin for himself: "I was joking, I didn't mean to lie to you. Oh, I was wrong, I think you are too anxious to eat..."

"Don't explain it! Anyway, you are a habitual liar!" Ding Muyan was so angry that he wondered if he was bewitched. Why did Xiao Jin believe whatever he said? When he said that there were coins in the dumpling, he immediately had The illusion that the throat is blocked by a foreign object.

"I didn't..." Xiao Jin was speechless, and the good atmosphere was ruined by himself again.

Ding Muyan began to teach people a lesson: "Do you know how many people are sent to the hospital every year because they put coins in things like glutinous rice balls and dumplings? It's very dangerous! If you don't make it right, you will die. Do you know? Others eat it unknowingly, only to find out a few years later! And it's dirty! What do you think!"

"Yes, you are right..."

"What do you mean I'm right? Do you think I'm talking nonsense? There are statistics! Are you a doctor who is full and has nothing to do to scare people all day long?"

"...I mean it literally."

"Whose life is it? Is it the doctor's? It's not your own! You don't take your own life seriously, and you come to cry and cry when something happens, a three-year-old? Drinking! Such a big How ignorant and ridiculous it is to be a person! How about living a good life! Can you take the doctor's order seriously!"

Xiao Jin was dumbfounded by his words: "I didn't give you a drink..."

Ding Muyan realized that he was talking wrong, and immediately turned off the fire, so angry that he lost his appetite for eating, he poked two holes in the dumpling angrily.

Xiao Jin picked up the dumplings and brought them to his mouth: "I was wrong, you can eat."

Ding Muyan turned his head to the other side.

"I beg you to have another one."

A nurse ran out of the operating room, Ding Muyan quickly pressed his hand down, and glanced at the person guilty, but Xiao Jin said as if there was no one else: "Take another one, maybe someone will need you to rescue later, only when you are full." Good job."

Ding Muyan was sure that the nurse smiled when she passed by them, it was definitely not a mistake.

"Can you keep your mouth shut?"

"No, I won't say anything."

Ding Muyan rubbed his throat, the illusion of foreign body sensation would not go away for a while, and the hunger has been relieved, he took a dumpling and chewed slowly.

In the cold corridor outside the operating room, they sat on chairs with their backs against the wall, and the TV hanging on the wall silently played the Spring Festival Gala. The heavy snow drifts quietly, and the pines and cypresses in the distance are wrapped in thick snow clothes, just like Ding Muyan's white coat.

It's like a silent movie, everything is quiet and silent. On this New Year's Eve, there is no red fire, no smell of firecrackers, no jubilant sound of gongs and drums, only pink and white walls, blood-stained surgical gowns, and hands. Half a box of warm dumplings.

Ding Muyan ate, Xiao Jin watched, he liked it very much, and strongly wanted to embrace the person in front of him.