Mindful

After Ying Xiaoqiong came, she brought Ying Xiaoyu to come again within two days. The siblings were rich and powerful, and the snacks and nutritional products they carried filled the entire accompanying bed.

Qiao Yuanlin talked to them half lying down, occasionally smiling, and the nurse knocked on the door halfway, reminding them not to visit for too long.Ying Xiaoqiong and Ying Xiaoyu quickly agreed, and when they turned their heads, they found that Qiao Yuanlin closed his eyelids lightly.

The siblings fell silent for a moment, looking at Qiao Yuanlin Cibai's colorless face, their eyes gradually closed completely, their posture remained still, and they quickly breathed smoothly.

Ying Xiaoqiong tucked him in the quilt, took Ying Xiaoyu and walked away lightly. They were worried and asked at the nursing station.The nurse answered tactfully, but she couldn't hide the seriousness of the situation.

Patients always like to ask the doctor how they are doing, and always like to emphasize that they are mentally prepared.But when it reaches a certain point, you will involuntarily avoid it.

Qiao Yuanlin never asked Liang Cheng, nor did he ask any of the medical staff. He could feel whether his condition was getting better or worse as expected.

The time his physical strength can support is getting shorter and shorter, and he doesn't need to be restricted by others. He feels tired as soon as he gets out of work, his efficiency is also decreasing, his mind is dull, and he can't understand a page after turning over and over again.

Except for the examination, he hardly left the ward. He lay down and fell asleep. After washing his hands, he stood by the window for a while. The sky was colorful and the long street was crowded, but he couldn't feel the desire to go out.

He saved his scarce energy and used it when Liang Cheng came over, either chattering nonsense or pretending to be energetic.

But Liang Cheng is a doctor, so he can easily see through Qiao Yuanlin's tricks.But without revealing it, she hugged him into her arms and stayed there quietly like that.

Everything stays still with them, the sky outside the window is black and white or day and night, briefly confused.

New patients were constantly admitted to the ward, some patients recovered and were discharged, and some died without spending the winter.Hearing the crying, Qiao Yuanlin struggled to get out of bed and walked to the door, peeping through a piece of glass at the uncommon scene in the hospital.

The family members wailed, the doctors regretted, the people whose lives had ended became cold and hardened, and the deformed heart had been stubbornly resisting from birth to the present, and stopped functioning.

Qiao Yuanlin slid down the corner of the wall, squatting into a ball, with his knees resting on his frequently aching heart.

He staggered back to bed, turned on the TV, and turned up the volume to cover the sound of the hallway.The screen was broadcasting the news. It was already February, and there were still more than ten days until the Spring Festival, and then there was the clichéd Spring Festival travel pressure.

The phone rings, and the parents usually send a message to worry about disturbing his sleep. Wang Ruizhi asks him what he would like to have for dinner.

Qiao Yuanlin replied: Dumplings.

Ever since Qiao Wenyuan and He Jie got married, the family often ate dumplings, and there was a special atmosphere of gathering together.Of course Wang Ruizhi obeyed him and wanted two kinds of fillings, one meat and one vegetarian.

After the news broadcast, the outside also fell into a solemn silence. Qiao Yuanlin lay flat and fell asleep in silence.

When I woke up, it was dusk and groggy, and there was a glass of water, a piece of halva and two comic magazines of the month on the bedside table.Qiao Yuanlin knew that Liang Cheng had been here, so he peeled off the candy wrapper and put it in his mouth, and harassed him with his mobile phone.

Qiao Yuanlin: I'm awake!

He increasingly likes to use exclamation points, feigning vitality.

Liang Cheng didn't reply until after the meal time, and no one else came. Qiao Yuanlin was so hungry that he opened the family group to find a sense of presence.

Qiao Yuanlin: Who will deliver the meal tonight, where are my dumplings?

Qiao Yuanlin: If you don't come, I will order food.

Qiao Yuanlin: Grandma, aunt, dad, are you all doing well?

Qiao Yuanlin: What are you doing, I am speechless!

He threw away his phone and got out of bed, pushed open the door of the ward and poked out half of his head. Just in time, several people appeared in the direction of the elevator, all of them were members of the group.

After Liang Chengdian, he basically stayed in the ward every night. This afternoon he rested, went back to the apartment to take a hot bath, and cleaned it carefully.

Before leaving, he came to the ward. He knew that a patient had passed away unfortunately. Guessing that Qiao Yuanlin was not feeling well, he suggested that the whole family come together.

Turning into the corridor, Liang Cheng had sharp eyes and saw Qiao Yuanlin leaning against the door frame looking through Qiushui, pitiful and funny, he couldn't help but think of the mosquito bites that troublesome guy was bitten all over his body when he sat under the door until midnight that year.

Qiao Yuanlin was about to faint from hunger, and said, "What time is it, what craft dumplings did you make?"

Wang Ruizhi coaxed him: "Don't be afraid of being late for a good meal, eat more when you get out."

The five people made the ward cramped, but Qiao Yuanlin's mood suddenly improved a lot. Only then did he realize that he didn't want to eat dumplings, but missed the feeling of family reunion.

For the first time since being hospitalized, it was neat and tidy. Three generations of old, middle-aged and young people gathered together. In addition to dumplings, there were side dishes and soup, which filled the small table at the end of the bed.

Qiao Yuanlin crossed his legs and moved out of a place, pulling Liang Cheng's hand.Liang Cheng glanced at Qiao Wenyuan, but did not sit down.

"You want to eat standing up?" Qiao Yuanlin had no eyesight, "Sit down."

Qiao Wenyuan snorted: "Okay, don't be reserved, anyway, I have bumped into even more outrageous ones."

He Jie was concerned about pouring out the vinegar, but she didn't wink, and asked, "What's more outrageous?"

"Okay." Wang Ruizhi helped back up, "Liang Cheng sit down quickly, I want to announce something."

Liang Cheng sat on the bed next to Qiao Yuanlin, a little squeezed, and put his arm on Qiao Yuanlin's spine, rubbing it while picking up a dumpling.

Qiao Wenyuan asked: "What do you want to announce?"

Wang Ruizhi made a formal decision: "I've made up my mind, I want to move back to Pinghai."

"Really?" Qiao Yuanlin was eager, "I agree, I agree."

Wang Ruizhi said with emotion: "I can't take care of it now. When you get better, I will buy a house and settle down. I have already saved enough money for retirement, and I am not willing to spend it there. It seems that I still prefer this place."

Qiao Yuanlin said, "Of course, this is my hometown, and my grandfather's grave is here."

Qiao Wenyuan had no position to intervene, so he did his best for now: "Don't worry, you can live at home with peace of mind first."

"Okay." The current situation is special, and Wang Ruizhi is not a polite person, "Wen Yuan, thank you and Xiao He."

He Jie smiled gently, she didn't care much about others, and said, "The important thing is to heal Yuan Lin's body, nothing else matters."

Qiao Yuanlin ate a total of ten large dumplings. He was so overwhelmed that he tilted his head against Liang Cheng's arm, and then noticed Qiao Wenyuan's disgusted expression.He weighed it for a few seconds, then chose to lower his head, pretending not to notice.

Qiao Wenyuan had no choice but to ask the business: "Liang Cheng, how to arrange the operation?"

Liang Cheng put down his chopsticks and said, "I'll do a detailed inspection again soon. If the condition is stable, I'll preliminarily set it at No. 12."

He Jie calculated: "Today is the [-]rd, and there are still nine days left."

The three doctors started a discussion again. Qiao Yuanlin looked at the sheets from a distance, and looked at Wang Ruizhi as if looking for a sympathy. It turned out that the old lady seemed to be listening to a lecture on health preservation, and she was so serious that she wanted to take notes.

He sniffed, Liang Chenggang's shirt smelled fresh and nice, he rubbed it with the tip of his nose.The palm pressing on the spine reached the back of the waist, Liang Cheng thought he was uneasy, lowered his head and said, "Have some more soup?"

Qiao Yuanlin said, "I'm so full, I won't drink anymore."

The topic was interrupted. After all, it was too early to say words of encouragement, so everyone fell silent together.After a while, Qiao Wenyuan coughed abruptly.

He Jie pushed a glass of water over.

Wang Ruizhi asked with concern: "Is the stuffing salty?"

Liang Cheng thought it sounded familiar to him. When the leader was holding a big meeting, he would cough before he spoke, which was like a joke.

And Qiao Yuanlin raised his head in agitation. He knew too well that this was a harbinger of Qiao Wenyuan's long speech, usually to educate him.

He furrowed his eyebrows hastily, very upset, he was counting down to surgery, shouldn't he be treated like an emperor?

He was ready to lie down and cover his chest at any time to make a bitter plan.

Under the attention of several people with different thoughts, Qiao Wenyuan pondered for a while, and said, "I have saved two sums of money for Yuan Lin, one is for treatment expenses, and I will use it to pay for surgery expenses. Needless to say."

Qiao Yuanlin breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "What is the other sum?"

"Money fan." Qiao Wenyuan said, "The other is the education fund you have saved since elementary school."

The original plan was to study in the UK, which was relatively expensive, but Qiao Yuanlin chose to stay in China on his own initiative.During the six or seven years when his father and son were in a stalemate, he relied entirely on the scholarship and alimony from Lin Chengbi.

So the money was almost intact, and Qiao Yuanlin's eyes lit up for the first time in several days, and he said, "Isn't that a huge sum of money?"

"It's more objective." Qiao Wenyuan replied, "Study is useless. I plan to start a family for you later. I think buying a house and holding a wedding is a big project, and I'm afraid it won't be enough to keep it."

Qiao Yuanlin felt a little guilty about being tough and unyielding the day he came out: "Dad..."

Qiao Wenyuan said: "Let me finish. Yuan Lin, I will hand over the money to you. Liang Cheng has a house and a car, and shares in such a big hospital. You have just worked for less than a year. You can't always spend your life on the other side."

Liang Cheng came to his senses: "Uncle Qiao, what do you mean?"

"It's not easy for me to make this decision." Qiao Wenyuan said, "Whether you care or not, I will say it officially, and I agree."

He Jie smiled immediately, and echoed, "Me too."

Qiao Wenyuan picked up the glass of water and poured it down. Feeling inexplicably embarrassed, he changed the subject and said, "The dumplings are indeed salty."

Wang Ruizhi denied it: "Nonsense, you eat a big bucket!"

Qiao Yuanlin straightened up in a daze, his dull brain was still thinking, and he called "Dad" inquiringly.

Qiao Wenyuan couldn't stand his stupid look, and wanted to make him happy, so he deliberately said: "What else should I say, huh? I wish you a happy marriage for a hundred years?"

After dinner, it was getting late, and Qiao Yuanlin was still in good spirits.He hadn't breathed fresh air for two or three days, so he went downstairs with Liang Cheng wrapped in a scarf and hat, and sent the parents away.

Walking around to the back garden, they walked along the cobblestone path, with Qiao Yuanlin walking and stopping.

Liang Cheng bent his back to say goodbye to him, "Come up."

Qiao Yuanlin lay on his stomach, his feet dangling on his back, so secure, he wrapped his arms around Liang Cheng's neck, and sucked the scar behind his ear.

The more secretive the location, the more sensitive it is, Liang Cheng froze: "Be careful."

The night is dark and the wind is high, and it can be said to be beautiful, Qiao Yuanlin looked up: "Am I really No. 12 for surgery?"

"Are you scared?" Liang Cheng asked.

Qiao Yuanlin replied: "Which doctor arranged it, why didn't you discuss it with me in advance, I want to complain."

"Whatever you want." Liang Chengdao, "Just report it to Group Leader Wan, and say that Dr. Liang bullied you."

Qiao Yuanlin grinned grinningly, and a white mist spread in Liang Cheng's ears. He leaned against his face and said, "Then Doctor Liang, can I ask for a day off on the [-]th?"

Liang Cheng slowed down and replied, "No."

"No. [-]!" Qiao Yuanlin emphasized, "It's No. [-], otherwise I won't have the surgery."

Liang Cheng stopped under the shadow of the tree and asked, "What's your urgent matter?"

"I'll complain about you pretending to be stupid first."

"and then?"

Qiao Yuanlin stuffed his hands into Liang Cheng's neckline to keep warm, feeling his Adam's apple rolling back and forth, he whispered, "Then celebrate my husband's birthday."