belated antidote

When Zhong Huaiyuan came out from the side door of the dressing room, what he saw was the hospital building soaked in the purple twilight.

The vernal equinox has passed, and the pointer to freeze the darkness is gradually moving back. The fragrance of flowers and plants in early spring is hidden in every odor molecule of the disinfectant. He took a deep breath and let the fresh air filter the entire nasal cavity.

Even though he had long been used to continuous rotation, Zhong Huaiyuan still felt the soreness in his bones.Strangely, when the siren of the ambulance whistled past his ears, his knees moved, and he had the urge to turn back.

The side door of the dressing room was pushed open again, and a little nurse came out. Seeing Zhong Huaiyuan fixed on the next step, she asked, "Head nurse, are you still leaving?"

The little nurse looked at him again, and saw that the quiet frame just covered most of the faint bruises around his eye sockets, and she couldn't help but say something more: "You have been working two shifts in a row, and if you keep going, accidents will happen easily. .”

"Let's go." Zhong Huaiyuan's thoughts returned instantly, and he nodded to her, "Thank you for your concern, and you should return to work soon."

Although the head nurse Zhong has the highest position and is unsmiling, she is actually surprisingly easy to get along with. In private, she has long been regarded as a group favorite by the nurses, who in turn secretly care for him.It's a pity that too many people give up halfway because of that indifferent face and sluggish temperament after taking a few steps.Except fighting side by side with everyone in the emergency department, Zhong Huaiyuan always walks alone at other times.

The little nurse insisted on watching him go down the stairs, and she didn't turn her head back until she confirmed that the head nurse's back was moving in the direction of the parking lot.

With the end of outpatient hours, Renji faded away from the hustle and bustle of the day.When passing through the central garden, Zhong Huaiyuan met an old couple. The grandfather had a handicap and insisted on using crutches.

Similar stubbornness coupled with silent companionship, memories pass through time like a spring breeze rushing into the valley, changing the direction of Zhong Huaiyuan's toes.

Zhong Huaiyuan knocked on the half-open door of the consulting room: "Old He."

The sound of typing on the keyboard didn't stop, but there was an up-pitched "um", which meant to let someone in.Zhong Huaiyuan stood by the door for a while, quietly waiting for him to finish recording the message.

He Xuewen finished sorting out the last bit of information before he had time to greet people. He looked up and saw Zhong Huaiyuan, half-jokingly said: "Why, it's not popular to refer patients to our integrated traditional Chinese and Western medicine in the emergency department."

"The patient is not there. May I refer a family member to practice for you?" Zhong Huaiyuan took his lead and said, "My old man has rheumatism and doesn't pay attention to it. Come here and insert your off-duty number, and go back and give him a try. .”

"It's okay to talk about family members, it's a waste of my expression, I thought you had a partner." He Xuewen said "Congratulations" and swallowed it back abruptly, "Why, your father is not feeling well?"

The condescension tied to those two words seemed to be a circular spell, closing the invisible chains that bound him again.The sudden feeling of suffocation enveloped Zhong Huaiyuan in an instant, he was silent for a moment and immediately denied: "It's my grandfather."

He and Zhong Huaiyuan have known each other for many years, although the two have a good relationship, they have never heard the other party mention any family matters.Even if he is as rough as He Xuewen, at this moment, he also noticed the heaving chest of the person in front of him because of his extreme restraint. He was a little annoyed whether he had touched some taboo, and hurriedly blocked this dangerous topic.

"The old man's rheumatic pain is really terrible..." He Xuewen took out the pen, and Shi Fang's wrist moved a few times, and suddenly remembered something, "When will you take a public holiday?"

Zhong Huaiyuan asked strangely, "Tomorrow, what?"

He Xuewen spread his hands, dropped the pen, and said directly: "Then you might as well go to Hechuntang directly tomorrow, where the medicinal materials are complete, the quality is high, and there are many prescriptions." After finishing speaking, he took off his white coat It seems to be a tacit agreement that friends will listen to his recommendation, so please be clever.

Zhong Huaiyuan immediately stretched out his legs to block his happy pace of getting off work, and said, "It's not an intractable disease, so you don't have confidence in yourself?"

"He Chuntang has practiced medicine for a hundred years, passed down from generation to generation, and has a deep research system on Chinese medicine." He Xuewen retorted, "Our hospital is powerful, but it's not in this place."

Renji is a well-known large-scale general hospital in the country. It has a complete range of outpatient services and well-defined departments. It is especially well-known in the field for cardiothoracic surgery and emergency departments. In recent years, it has only set up an outpatient clinic of integrated traditional Chinese and Western medicine. The development of this area is indeed relatively late.

"I'm also thinking about your grandfather's health." Although the words are true, they seem to be very careless when they come out of He Xuewen's mouth, "If you think the old city is far away, there is a newly opened branch two streets away from our courtyard." It was the young master of the Qi family who insisted on coming out to do it alone two years ago."

Hechuntang is a well-known Chinese medicine clinic in this area. The time-honored signboard is resounding, and the practitioners are more open-minded. For a hundred years, it has been praised by people for its skillful hands and benevolent heart.He Chuntang showed the minor ailments and chronic illnesses of the ancestors in every family.

"Don't worry, don't look at my younger brother, my medical skills are as superb as mine." He Xuewen's self-proclaimed smug nature came out again. After a pause for a few seconds, he added another sentence like a wedding agency: "Most The important thing is that the little doctor is beautiful and has a good heart."

I just asked someone to ask for a prescription, whether Dr. Guan Xiao is interested in something, can his skin be used as medicine?

"How much advertising fee are you charging?" Zhong Huaiyuan laughed at the unknown salesmanship, "Okay, I can't afford your expert account, go to Hechuntang tomorrow to have a look."

In the past, the intersection of Zhong Huaiyuan and Chuntang Qi's family was so shallow that it was not as shallow as the puddles under the eaves after the rain. Even more vague.

In my memory, the immature and immature face of the young master has long been broken like a puzzle piece that has been disrupted. If I have to say it, only the shallow light in his eyes is like an unbreakable mirror——

Gentle, simple and carefree.Surrounded by smoky wine, and the stench of human transactions filled the room, Zhong Huaiyuan at that time felt that the eyes that suddenly looked at him were the cleanest corner in the world.

He never remembers unimportant people, but that point of light seems to have warmth, and he doesn't know when it was imprinted deep in his mind.Especially when standing on the side of the street facing the shop of Hechun Hall, Zhong Huaiyuan felt suddenly dazzled by the domineering spot of light, and when he came back to his senses, he found that it was just a glass wind chime hanging next to the plaque.

Compared with the old site in the old city, the branch of Hechun Hall is much smaller, but the antique architectural style is particularly eye-catching on the modern commercial street.From the outside, it looked quite normal, but after Zhong Huaiyuan walked in, he realized that the inside was full of other exquisite designs.

There are carved corridors and painted pillars, and there are small bridges and flowing water under the feet. The environment is so elegant that people almost forget that this is a serious and licensed Chinese medicine clinic.The new Chinese-style style weakens the dullness of the old-school wooden furniture. Although there are natural brushwork and paintings on the walls, the contents are mostly simple and easy-to-understand childlike works, showing a weird but wonderful balance everywhere.

There is a consultation desk in the spacious front hall, and there is no line at the moment, but there is a man who looks like a doctor, with his feet crossed, half leaning on the countertop and chatting with the nurse sitting inside, which makes the little girl giggle from time to time laugh.On the right side is the completely transparent pharmacy, where a few pharmacists are busy shuttling between rows of medicine cabinets, or staring at the soup simmering on the stove.

Perhaps it was because the afternoon consultation had just started, and it happened to be a working day. There were not many people waiting in the medical clinic, most of them were elderly people with children. Traditional Chinese Medicine Pediatrics.

Although He Xuewen is not a good person, it still takes a little effort to find faults in medical skills. The people he is willing to bow his head to recommend have some real skills.Zhong Huaiyuan walked to the consultation desk based on his trust in his friends and the name "Hechuntang".

"Hello, I want to call Doctor Qi." Zhong Huaiyuan politely handed over the completed information card.

Before the nurse could answer, the "fuck" from the side woke up the drowsy spring afternoon like a thunderclap, and the smoke from the incense burner on the side even trembled before continuing to curl up.

Zhong Huaiyuan frowned, and turned to look at the instigator, his probing eyes were not yet in place, and instantly switched to doubts.

The expression on that face is quite wonderful, too many emotions are stacked together, so that it is impossible to see the original appearance of the owner clearly.Not only that, Zhong Huaiyuan even read a series of non-repeating muted swear words from the other party's constantly fluttering lips.

Zhong Huaiyuan is used to the wanton and probing eyes around him, he has never bothered to guess other people's intentions, this will only make him fall into deeper entanglement and self-doubt, and it is the same at this moment.

Zhong Huaiyuan's frank eyes passed through the broken hair on his forehead, and lightly swept across the top of the man's head. Regarding this abrupt faux pas, he did not even want to leave a word that would allow people to spy on his emotions.

The unknown is always surprisingly intimidating.Like a stone falling from a cliff, it fell straight into the deep pool without any ripples. Under the silent water surface, there are actually churning eddies.

The nurse at the information desk broke the strange silence in time: "Do you have an appointment?"

Zhong Huaiyuan turned his gaze back to the information card: "No. This is my first time here."

After finishing speaking, he added another sentence: "I want to consult the elderly at home about rheumatic pain."

The nurse looked at the appointment ledger and said, "Sorry, Director Qi still has two appointment patients in front of him, please wait in the rest area first, and we will call you when the time comes."

Zhong Huaiyuan nodded, and was about to walk to the rest area, when he faintly heard that inexplicable man start a new round of random thoughts:

"Good guy, daydreaming too much can actually come true."

"Sure enough, stupid people have stupid blessings, Qi..."

As the distance between the two of them widened, the nonsensical and unnutritious words were gradually swallowed up by the high mountains and flowing water in the background, Zhong Huaiyuan didn't take it to heart.He sat on the wooden chair and took out a health magazine from the short table next to him to pass the time.His fingers casually rubbed the pages of the book, and the smell of printed ink entered his nostrils along with the action of turning the pages and the smell of herbs in the air.

Zhong Huaiyuan's eyebrows and eyes were good-looking, not too sharp-edged, but his demeanor was exceptionally cold, wrapped in a sense of alienation and boundaries.Like a piece of ice with delicate pulp, too many people want to pick the juicy sweetness inside, but they are discouraged because of the hard ice shell.

The leading nurse was oppressed by this aura of not getting close to strangers, and hesitated for a few seconds before saying: "Hello, please follow me."

Zhong Huaiyuan was brought to the consulting room at the corner of the corridor. He looked up at the wall, and there was only a clean wooden sign on it, engraved with three regular scripts of "Yuanxiang Room".

The nurse brought the person to the door and turned around to go out. Zhong Huaiyuan knocked on the open door before walking in. He saw the eye-catching nameplate at a glance——

Qi Dongqing.

Dongqing is used as medicine, heals people and hearts, and it can be seen that it is the meaning of eating this bowl of rice.

The young master of the Qi family didn't raise his head, he was lying on the table and copying something, his lowered eyebrows could not see clearly, but the warm water that couldn't be hidden inside was like the ink in his pen, dripping all over the room.His writing wrist is steady and his hands are beautiful. The afternoon light slanted in from behind the screen, casting the shadow of the young master Chuochuo.

Zhong Huaiyuan stood two steps away without moving, quietly blending into this short-lived beauty.The emergency room between life and death and the see-saw between winning and losing are the daily routines he is used to facing, so he is willing to use the word "beautiful" to describe the scene in front of him.

Zhong Huaiyuan rarely admits beauty, nor does he often use this word, but at this moment he gave it to a colleague who met by chance.

Although he couldn't bear to disturb him, Zhong Huaiyuan had something to do later, so he had to remind the little Chinese doctor that he had forgotten his patient.

"Doctor Qi."

Zhong Huaiyuan was sure that his voice was normal and his tone of voice was moderate, but for some reason, the young master who had lowered his eyes and looked dignified suddenly trembled, as if he had been frightened.Because he didn't control his strength and shoveled half of the paper at the end, the prescription on that page was dizzy.

The young master suddenly raised his head and looked straight at him. There was an inexplicable layer of mist in his beautiful eyes, like the moon covered by clouds, or the shadow of a tree blown by the evening wind.Zhong Huaiyuan saw his mouth move again and again, but he could not speak a word as if he had been cursed, only two shallow tooth pits were left on his lips.

Why are the people in Hechuntang so weird, one is talking like an afterimage, and the other is speechless like a mute.

Zhong Huaiyuan tentatively called "Doctor Qi" again, the young master trembled again, the amplitude was smaller than the previous one, but he didn't answer his own words, but suddenly picked up the abacus at hand.The white fingers hooked the pure wooden beads, and there was a clang and wall noise between the ups and downs, and the movement was so loud that the entire table shook.

Zhong Huaiyuan's face remained normal, but he said to himself: This little doctor looks at Mumu so stupidly, is he reliable or not?

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