Laughing astray

Cong Xiaoyi's mind is in a mess now, the beef noodle in front of him has turned into a beef patty, and he can't eat it after pulling two chopsticks, and his appetite is gone with Bai Jingguo's stabbing knife.

"This is already a criminal case... Xiao Yi? Bai Jingguo and us..." Lin Sihang hesitated to speak, but seeing Cong Xiao's expressionless face, he didn't know what he was thinking.

"Find it as soon as possible, it's troublesome." Cong Xiaoyi wiped his mouth with a napkin, "Don't worry about me, there is already one lying in it... If you can't find the next one, you don't know who it is."

Lin Sihang and Song Haozhe were silent, Yan Zihan got up and prepared to pay the bill.

"There is news to inform us."

Song Haozhe stood up and patted Cong Xiaoyi on the shoulder. "Let's go first, there is still something to do in the bureau."

After Yan Zihan finished paying, he turned around and saw Cong Xiaoyi sitting on his seat in a daze.

No one could have imagined the development of the matter. Cong Xiaoyi's conflict with Cong Jiyun is obvious now, and the originally unsettled life is about to become turbulent because of various things.

"Let's go, go back and rest first..." Yan Zihan pulled Cong Xiaoyi up, the person in front of him had to rest now, his spirit was already highly tense, and he would probably collapse if it went on like this.

"You can't go yet... Cong Jiyun is still lying inside."

Cong Xiao said weakly, Cong Jiyun might be in danger at any time now, thinking that he didn't even have the courage to go in and ask Cong Jiyun yesterday, more self-blame than regret.

"I never thought about it... I never thought that I would not see her. Even if I said I would not see her, it was because I knew that if I wanted to see her, I would definitely see her... But it's different now... Cong Jiyun is lying in the bed now, and he can't see her." I can’t breathe, maybe I won’t be able to see it.” Cong Xiaoyi said incoherently, “I can’t leave now.”

Yan Zihan looked at Cong Xiaoyi in front of him, and could only compromise. When Bai Shaorong was lying in the hospital, he felt the same way.

It's clearly there, lying there...but I can't touch it, I can't grasp it.

"Go back to the car for a while and take a rest."

Cong Xiaoyi was covered in sweat. I don't know if it was because of the high temperature in the car, or because of the dream just now. In the dream, Bai Jingguo was waving a knife, "I won't let you go!"

Yelling vigorously, with a ferocious face, Cong Jiyun lay motionless on the ground.

With an indescribable suffocation, when Cong Xiao opened his eyes, Yan Zihan was sitting beside him in the driver's seat. He stretched out his hand and held it tightly.

Yan Zihan felt his helplessness, so he sat up, wiped the sweat off Cong Xiaoyi's forehead with his hand, and kissed him on the forehead.

"The nurse will call me if anything happens."

Cong Xiaoyi closed his eyes again, in the endless darkness, he couldn't feel anything on his feet, and his body seemed to be floating.

When I opened my eyes again, I don't know how much time has passed, and the hand that I held with Yan Zihan has not been loosened, "What time is it?"

His throat was a bit dry and sore, and he had no strength in his body. Cong Xiaoyi sighed slightly. Compared with a few hours ago, his nerves are now much more relaxed.

"After 6 o'clock... Are you hungry?" Yan Zihan turned on the lights in the car.

"Eat a pancake..." Cong Xiaoyi moved his body.

Yan Zihan opened the car window to breathe. "I'm going to buy it? Or together?"

"Let's go together, I want to go for a walk." Cong Xiao jumped out of the car, it was a bit cold outside, and he shivered.

There were already many breakfast stalls set up at the gate of the hospital, and the two of them casually ordered two egg-filled biscuits. Cong Xiaoyi struggled for several minutes between buying soy milk or porridge.

"Let's have porridge," Yan Zihan said. "Soymilk is all water."

"Okay." Cong Xiaoyi took a bite of the pancake, and the sauce inside covered his mouth. "There are so many things to do after that, I need to eat more."

Cong Xiaoyi is no longer the same as yesterday, and now he is full of energy, Yan Zihan heaves a sigh of relief.

The planned trip has already been ruined. Cong Xiaoyi called Wang Bin and told about the current situation. Wang Bin was so frightened that he jumped out of the phone and repeatedly emphasized that he would come right away, but Cong Xiaoyi refused. .

It's useless to come here, it won't be of any practical help, it's better to spend the tuition money spent in school to attend lectures... sleep and go back to sleep.

"Go back and rest for a while, I'll stay here." Cong Xiao collected the trash after eating, and said to Yan Zihan.

"I'll accompany you."

Cong Xiao waved his hand, "It's useless for you to stay, people are lying inside now, I stay because I feel more at ease... You don't need to accompany me, I'm much better now, you go back to rest, come back later."

Yan Zihan didn't say anything, stayed with Cong Xiaoyi for a while and went home.

It wasn't just Cong Xiaoyi, he drove all the way and didn't take much rest all night, he was indeed very tired.

You can't both collapse, you just have to recharge your batteries.

When Cong Xiao returned to the hospital, there were not many people, and there was no one in the corridor of the intensive care unit.

He looked in through the small window on the door, and Cong Jiyun was lying inside like yesterday.

The hatred for Cong Jiyun... can't be called hatred, just the tit-for-tat relationship between the two of them, all because of the hungry appearance of Cong Jiyun lying on the hospital bed, all disappeared. Give Cong Xiao ten brains, and he would never have thought that such a thing would happen .

Cong Xiao put his forehead against the glass and whispered softly. "I take back what I said. If you wake up, you can see him for a while...so you have to keep breathing."

He no longer has the strength and energy to worry about who is right and who is wrong. Instead of spending time racking his brains, it is better to just pray that everything is safe. He thinks that he is not too far away from seeing through the world, and the words he speaks are so level.

When Yan Zihan returned home, he bought a chicken along the way.

He hasn't thought about what he bought it for, basically he hasn't cooked before, Cong Xiaoyi is not in a good mood now, he just wants Cong Xiaoyi to replenish his body, and he has been entangled in ordering a chicken soup from the restaurant all the way. When I saw old hens for sale in the market, I made up my mind.

Cooking shouldn't be difficult.

Yan Zihan put the chicken on the chopping board, took out his mobile phone and looked for the method of stewing chicken soup. The powerful Baidu recommended countless kinds, and Yan Zihan picked one of the simpler ones, intending to show off his skills.

When washing the chicken with water, the goose bumps on Yan Zihan's arms were no less than those on the chicken, and when the aunt who sold the chicken jumped out of his head, she scalded the chicken and wiped its neck, and her eyes turned black.

But the uncomfortable touch on his hand didn't stop his determination. He took out the casserole that he hadn't used once since he bought it from the cabinet, and poured a little water into it.

The stewed chicken soup said to use Codonopsis pilosula and Chinese angelica, not to mention whether they have them at home. Yan Zihan had never heard of them. After searching for a long time, he only found a small pack of wolfberry. I checked that the time had not expired.

After the chicken was put in, Yan Zihan threw in two big pieces of ginger, cut the green onions into the thumb length and stuffed them in, and finally sprinkled a small half pack of wolfberries.

As the name suggests, stewed chicken soup is to be stewed, and Yan Zihan still has some expectations for the first time cooking chicken soup.

Cong Xiaoyi waited outside the doctor's office for the doctor to come to work. From when Ji Yun would be able to unplug the ventilator, to the treatment plan for uterine cancer, he needed to know in advance.

"Oh, you didn't go back?" The little nurse who took Cong Xiaoyi to pay the fee yesterday took a look at him and recognized him.

"Well, don't worry about going back." Cong Xiao nodded.

"Are you here to see a doctor? You have to wait... It's not time for work yet, you are so filial." The little girl grinned. "Don't worry too much. The operation was quite successful, but the treatment after that should be more attentive."

"Thank you." Cong Xiaoyi nodded towards the little girl. "To what extent do you have to recover before you can do tumor treatment?"

The little girl shook her head, "You have to ask the doctor for these details. We are not an oncology department here. You have to go to the third floor for tumor treatment. You can get a number later. Dr. Yao is out today. Dr. Yao is an expert on uterine cancer. , you can just ask."

Cong Xiaoyi took out his mobile phone and looked at the time, "Then please help me watch the ward more, and call me immediately if you need anything."

"Do not worry."

When Cong Xiao was queuing up for registration, he realized that not everyone came after the door opened. It was not yet working hours, but there was already an endless stream of people coming to register, and the queue was quite long.

Thinking back to the news about scalpers selling expert accounts, there are really all kinds of people, some are waiting to die, and some are just waiting to see you die.

When it was Cong Xiaoyi's turn, the number was already in the afternoon, and there were many more sick people than expected.

When Yan Zihan waited for the chicken soup to be cooked, he fell asleep in a daze, and only jumped up when his mind came back to consciousness. There was not much chicken soup left, and luckily it didn't burn the pot. He thought about it and poured some water into it , Take a small spoon to scoop up the soup and take a sip. I can't tell what the taste is, but the white water smells like chicken skin.

I don't know if Cong Xiaoyi can drink it, Yan Zihan thought about it, took out a bag of instant noodles from the cabinet, opened it and poured out the seasoning inside, the taste has become better than before, Yan Zihan is quite satisfied.

I called Cong Xiaoyi, and it took me a long time to answer it.

"What's the matter?" Cong Xiaoyi's struggling voice came over, and Zhou Hazard was noisy.

"Where are you?" Yan Zihan turned down the fire.

"I made an appointment to ask Cong Jiyun what to do about his illness...there are so many people that I can't count it. It takes me an hour to register, and I have to queue up to get in later." Cong Xiaoyi said impatiently. "It's too much work! How did I not know that there are so many people who are sick?"

"I see. I'll go find you at noon and have dinner together."

"Get some rest and come back at night. I guess I don't have time to eat at noon, so I have to queue up." Cong Xiaoyi said anxiously. "Go to sleep, the truck is tired."

"Okay, I will contact you when I pass by."

Yan Zihan turned off the chicken soup, and was going to sleep for a while to continue making it. His eyes were already so sleepy that he was about to fight, and the chicken soup would not be good or anyone could stand it.

When the old class called Cong Xiaoyi, Cong Xiaoyi was looking for an elevator. The inpatient department and the outpatient building were two buildings, and Cong Xiaoyi went around several times without understanding.

"Smile." Old Ban said softly. "I heard from Wang Bin about your family, if you need anything, you can tell me."

"No need, I can do it myself." Cong Xiaoyi didn't know what to say, the old class knew his situation, and now it sounded like a scar showing to others.

"If the economy is difficult, you must say it."

"No, you don't have to worry about it." Cong Xiao sighed, what should I do if I have difficulties?Soliciting donations?Then everyone knew that Cong Xiaoyi's father stabbed his mother?

Cong Xiaoyi began to hold back his anger. He was very tired of other people's sympathy and pity for him. These feelings corresponded to unspeakable wounds.

The old class probably also heard Cong Xiaoyi's refusal, and said with some regret. "For school, it's okay to come back after everything is settled... You pay attention to your body."

"Well... Teacher class, don't talk about this in class."

After listening to Lao Ban's answer, he hung up the phone. The elevator was at the corner. As soon as Cong Xiao walked over, he saw the elevator coming.

There was no one waiting for the elevator, and as soon as Cong Xiao walked in and was about to close the door, he heard a loud roar. "Wait a moment!"

Cong Xiao subconsciously pressed the door from the inside, and after waiting for a second or two, a well-dressed middle-aged lady who appeared to be in her 40s ran over.

The man got into the elevator, and nodded to Cong Xiao gratefully.

"How many floors?"

"Third floor." The middle-aged lady replied politely.

The third floor is the Department of Uterine Oncology, Cong Xiao turned his head to look.

"Coincidentally, me too." Cong Xiao twisted and leaned against the elevator.

"Are you here to consult someone?" The middle-aged lady asked with a smile.

"My mother, uterine cancer."

Cong Xiaoyi froze for a moment when he said the words, not because he told others about himself in front of strangers, but because of the phrase 'my mother'.

How long?

Should it be said that since when has it stopped being called that?The name of mother Cong Xiaoyi can't remember when it has become Cong Jiyun.

Today, under such accidental circumstances, I blurted out without thinking.

Cong Xiaoyi felt inexplicably uncomfortable, and only now did he realize that it was his own mother who was lying in the hospital bed.

Before, even if someone asked me 10 minutes ago, Cong Xiaoyi would think that Cong Jiyun was sick, but now I feel that my mother is sick, and it is my mother who is sick.

"How's the test result?" the woman would ask. "I am an expert on this tumor, and my surname is Yao."

"Hello, I just registered your number. If I want to see you, I should come in the afternoon." Cong Xiao regained his senses, and took out the number he just registered from his pocket to show Dr. Yao.

"You can tell me about the specific situation. I still have some time." Dr. Yao said, looking at his watch.

Cong Xiaoyi didn't know what to say, he only knew that Cong Jiyun had uterine cancer, which was at an advanced stage and had spread, and he didn't know any other information at all.

After a moment of hesitation, he opened his mouth and said, "I just found out, it's in the late stage, and it's already spread..."

Doctor Yao said with a look of surprise. "Did it spread?"

Cong Xiao nodded, "I don't know the details, I just want to ask, now she...just my mother, she just had an operation, is it okay to treat it?"

Dr. Yao took Cong Xiaoyi to his office and poured him a glass of water. "Case or something, did you bring it?"

"I didn't have time." Cong Xiaoyi didn't know that he needed so many things, and felt a little helpless.

"Now I can't just hear the problem from your words, how far it has spread, including the recovery from the surgery, and the patient's current physical condition are very important... Let's do this." Dr. Yao said, took out a business card and handed it to the doctor. Cong Xiaoyi. "You can call me directly if you need it. You are very similar to my son. I get a little close when I see you."

As soon as Cong Xiao took it over, he grinned. "Thanks."

While talking, the phone started to vibrate in his pants.

It was an unfamiliar number, but my heart raised it.

"Hello! Is it Mr. Cong Xiaoyi? The patient Ji Yun woke up." It was the call from the nurse's station, and Cong Xiao stood up.

"What's the situation?! How is it?"

"The doctor has already gone to check, the family members should come quickly." The little nurse hung up the phone after finishing speaking.

Cong Xiaoyi turned around two or three times before realizing that he was still in Dr. Yao's office, feeling a little embarrassed.

"Thank you, Dr. Yao, I have to leave quickly." Cong Xiao opened the door, not caring about what he was talking about, and ran to the inpatient department in a hurry.

The doctor in the intensive care unit was already checking. Cong Xiaoyi grabbed a little nurse and asked about the situation inside.

"Can I go in and see?"

"I can't see you for a long time, only a few minutes. Come and put on an isolation suit with me."

The scene was like a co-production movie, but the atmosphere was full of tension. When Cong Xiaoyi entered with his clothes on, he saw Cong Jiyun slightly opened his eyes, and the doctor and nurse on the side were talking.

Cong Jiyun seemed not sober yet, but he seemed to have seen Cong Xiaoyi.

Cong Xiao walked over in two quick steps, and stood by the bed in a daze, his head was blank, not knowing what to do next second, until a hand touched him fumblingly, he didn't react, he pulled Cong Jiyun hand looking at her.

Cong Jiyun was wearing a ventilator, blinked his eyes once or twice, as if he said something, but there was no sound.

But Cong Xiaoyi still understood. Through the ventilator, he saw the shape of Cong Jiyun's mouth when he was speaking, and there were only two words.

Smile.

The author has something to say: I don’t know if you like to watch it or not... The entangled author is trapped in the effort of turning somersaults.