bucket list

It was already the next Saturday when Zong Chi went to the hospital again. It wasn't that he was impulsive in his previous proposal. On the contrary, he was very serious about it, so he was able to complete all the important work of the week on Friday night.

The wish list, these words rolled on the tip of Zongchi's tongue, carrying a heavy entrustment and the weight of life.He didn't know what these last wishes would be, and he wasn't sure how much he could help. The only thing he was sure of was that he wanted to do something.

He just didn't want to do nothing anymore.

The hospital on weekends is busier than usual, and the emergency room and outpatient clinic are full of people. In fact, the two streets around the front and back of this hospital in the city center are almost always congested.There are a large number of small restaurants, small hotels and flower and fruit shops around the hospital, all of which make a living, forming another ecological community that is not uncommon outside the school district - the medical district.

Zong Chi returned to the familiar building and the familiar floor again. The moment he pressed the elevator button, his heart twitched uncontrollably, as violent and without warning as post-traumatic stress. Fortunately, he calmed down quickly and tried his best to calm down. step forward.Zong Chi was no stranger to the other staff in the inpatient department, but everyone couldn't hide their surprise when they saw him. He could even clearly feel that everyone was hesitant to speak, wondering if his grandma had passed away. What are you doing here.

"I'm afraid you'll make trouble at the doctor." Jian Changche suddenly said from behind.

Zong Chi turned to look at him, and was about to realize suddenly, but realized that the other party was teasing him again.

"Do I look like a doctor who knows how to make trouble!"

Jian Changche slapped a recording board on his chest, and confessed: "Fill it in."

Zong Chi saw that it was a form for a volunteer worker in the hospital. He raised his head to ask more questions, but found that the other party had already left in a hurry.

Zong Chi looked around and found that all the stools in the corridor were occupied, so he had no choice but to put the board on the wall and stand to fill out the form.He had just finished writing the last word when Jian Changche suddenly appeared from the other side, and grabbed him when he saw him: "Follow me to get the clothes."

Zong Chi almost suspected that he had counted the time well - the last part of his signature on the form was dragged out by a long tail because of Jian Changche's surprise attack.

"So what am I going to do?" Zong Chi asked blankly as he pulled his clothes away.

"A new volunteer!" Jian Changche explained briefly and rudely to the head nurse passing by, "Give him all the dirty work."

Zong Chi was dragged down the inpatient building, all the way to the outpatient department next door, and couldn't help but said, "Hey! Stop joking, tell the truth!"

"Who's kidding you? Could it be that you want Xiaofang and Yanzi to do the dirty work?" Jian Changche finally stopped and let go of his hands.

Zong Chi turned his head and looked at "Xiaofang" and "Swallow" standing aside—they were two smiling aunts, about [-] years old and retired, already wearing orange vests, obviously they were his volunteers colleague.No, it's senior volunteers.

"Hello." Zong Chi straightened his shirt, nodded politely, turned around and quickly pulled Jian Changche close to his ear and whispered, "So what are the volunteers going to do?"

"Xiaofang will train you. There were two aunts today, but they couldn't come due to something at home, so I can only use you as the top." When Jian Changche said this, he looked disgusted, as if he was very Question Zong Chi's professional ability compared with Auntie. "Helping patients with inconvenient mobility register, take medicine, and take films, guide patients to see a doctor, help them use automatic registration machines, print test results, etc., to put it bluntly, it is the work of 'guiding doctors' to improve the efficiency of medical treatment. Will tell you."

Seeing the subtle expression on Zong Chi's face, Jian Changche said dissatisfiedly: "Why, what do you think you are here for, to help a terminally ill little girl present flowers and sing birthday song?"

"I didn't think so..." Zong Chi said helplessly.

"Okay, let's go." Jian Changche waved his hand, seeing that he didn't move, he said, "Zong Chi, go!"

"Don't treat me like a dog!" Zong Chi said angrily—it was the first time he felt the pressure from his superiors after working for so many years.Turning around, he saw the two smiling aunts, who were about to ask him if he had a family and what his birthday was, so Zong Chi hurriedly asked humbly, "What can I do?"

The flow of people visiting the clinic on weekends refreshed Zong Chi’s three views of Zong Chi, who had only made appointments for expert consultations other than the family doctor. He was too embarrassed to bother his aunt, and he was not familiar with the procedure, and sometimes he found the wrong place after running. , really busy like a dog.

"Hello……"

Zong Chi looked back for a second time, then lowered his head slightly, only to realize that it was a little girl in a wheelchair calling him.The girl was about sixteen or seventeen years old, she looked a little nervous, she stammered and asked, "Are you...I see you are wearing a volunteer vest..."

"Oh, what's the matter?" Zong Chi bent down slightly with a good temper, resting his hands on his knees.

"Could you help me get the results of my blood test? I said it would take half an hour. It's been five or ten minutes now. It should be ready..."

Zong Chi looked up and glanced around, and asked, "Are you alone?"

"No, but my mother went to answer the phone, maybe she's a little busy at work." The girl took the initiative to explain.

"Okay, you wait for me here." Zong Chi leaned her wheelchair against the wall, and was already quite familiar with walking towards the test result printer.While entering the test number, suddenly a hand stretched out from the side and took the test receipt away.

"Hello." Zong Chi stared at Jian Changche dissatisfied. The other party quickly flipped through it twice, said "oh" for no reason, and then took out a stack of X-rays from a stack of envelopes in his arms and said, "Then you By the way, give her this too."

Zong Chi glanced at it, and didn't take it out out of respect for privacy, but seeing that Jian Changche's face was not happy, he still couldn't help asking: "Is the result not good?"

Jian Changche shook his head: "It should be amputated."

"What!" Zong Chi was startled.

"I'm still a short-track speed skater, and I'm about to enter the national team from the provincial team." Jian Changche raised his eyebrows again: "I warn you, don't say anything in front of the patient!"

"I won't...but..." Zong Chi couldn't speak, sighed, and pinched the edge of the envelope with his fingers.

Jian Changche bent down and took out the printed blood routine test sheet, looked up and saw Zong Chi's frown, and immediately raised his hand and gave him a slap in the face.

Zong Chi was stunned.

Although it didn't hurt, the slap was very loud and the effect was astonishing.His eyes widened, and he looked at Jian Changche in disbelief.

"Your expression will scare the patient. Adjust your expression before you go back." The other party said with a serious face.

"I was scared by you!" Zong Chi protested, but his rigid face certainly loosened.He turned his head three times at every step, still unable to believe that Jian Changche actually reached out to hit him for no reason, and it was still in a public place—even though there was no one around at the time.Jian Changche impatiently waved him away.

When he returned to the girl, the long-lost mother also came back—a middle-aged woman with a professional skirt and black low high heels, although well-dressed but with a haggard face, Zong Chi felt that he had seen many such women in the company.When he handed out the test report and the results of the filming, his mother was slightly taken aback, and her eyes stayed on the watch on his cuff for a moment, she still took the receipt and thanked him politely.

"Let me see." The girl said.

Mother raised her hand and said, "You can't understand what you are looking at."

"Let me see! I can understand!" The girl was a little anxious.

"Mom, go to see the doctor in charge, and see what the doctor says, you are obedient." After finishing speaking, the mother suddenly turned to look at Zong Chi. Zong Chi was startled, and immediately managed his expression, slightly raised his eyebrows and asked her if he needed anything else. Help, I hope I can hide the discomfort in my heart.

"It's okay, thank you."

"Call me whenever you need it." Zong Chi smiled at the mother and daughter, and ran away quickly.

Running around in a noisy environment all day, coupled with mental stress and passive perception of the pain around him, Zong Chi felt more tired than a day of work and a day of gym training. He had the illusion that he was dehydrated and lost three pounds.The registration time ended, and after the off-duty time at 05:30, there were finally fewer people in the lobby.While sitting on the bench behind the voluntary information desk drinking the warm boiled water brought to him by his aunt, he saw Jian Changche approaching from a distance, and felt that the other's tendons were extremely unscientific.

"Where are Xiaofang and Yanzi?"

"I went home to cook for my grandson."

"Oh." Jian Changche said, "I'm off work."

Zong Chi let out an expressionless "Oh".

Jian Changche stared at him speechlessly for a while, said nothing more, and walked out the door directly.

Zong Chi also stood up and followed out slowly. Seeing that Jian Changche had stepped onto the small e-Donkey, he couldn't help asking, "Where are you going?"

Jian Changche looked at him: "I'm going home, I don't know about you."

Zong Chi had question marks all over his head: "What about the last wish?"

Jian Changche couldn't laugh or cry: "There is no last wish. Do you think it is a daily task of the game? It is refreshed every day. I find that your mentality is a bit distorted. It's fine if you are a shaker. Can you still hope that someone will be better? .”

Hearing him confuse right and wrong like this, Zong Chi almost couldn't breathe, so he stood awkwardly in front of the little e-donkey with his waist in his way, acting as a hindrance.

Jian Changche saw that his shirt collar was loose, his hem was in a mess, his coat was on his hands, his tie was missing, and even his forehead hair was drooping a few strands. He looked very embarrassed, so he couldn't help laughing—see him next time Do you dare to wear a suit to work?

If there is a next time.

"Tired?" Jian Changche asked,

Zong Chi said unhappily, "A little bit."

Jian Changche asked again: "Too tired to have sex?"

Zong Chi immediately cheered up: "That's not possible." After thinking for a while, he said loudly and firmly: "Never!"