Incurable

In summer in June, the rainy season is approaching.

Under the black sky, the patter of rain was like a huge loom, and the raindrops were woven, and soon the dry ground was woven and moist.

On the wet ground, the wheels of the flat car slid quickly, splashing a string of water drops, accompanied by the patient's family and doctors crying anxiously.

Mu Wan held an umbrella and carried a box of hot porridge. The heat in the porridge radiated through the paper box, dispelling the gloomy coldness in the busy hospital hall.

"I'm here, what floor are you on?" Mu Wan put away the umbrella and walked across the crowd towards the elevator.

On the phone, Lin Wei said the number of floors and the ward number. Mu Wan responded one by one and looked up. The elevator had just moved up to the 12th floor, and there was still some time to go down.

The rain outside is getting heavier and heavier, and car accidents are prone to happen on rainy days. On the newly-advanced flat car, many patients with trauma are covered in blood.

The patient's painful groaning, the crying of family members, and the voices of doctors and nurses were mixed together, and a lively sadness rose up in the hall.

Lin Wei was still talking about something, Mu Wan responded softly, and followed a patient into the noisy and busy ward next to her.

This ward is very large, with a thick iron door open, and people are in it to and fro, and a few whites of white shuttle through it, like a meteor in the sky.

Mu Wan glanced a few times, and the depression inside made her a little uncomfortable. She closed her eyes and prepared to continue waiting for the elevator. At the moment of retracting, the eyes froze in a certain direction.

In the chaotic ward, there was a place that was exceptionally quiet. Two bandaged men and women were standing in front of a hospital bed. Lying on the hospital bed was a boy covered in blood. The boy's eyes were closed, his face was blue and lifeless.

On the other side of the bed stood a doctor and a nurse. The two did not treat the boy. The nurse lowered his head slightly and his eyes were a little red. The male doctor next to her bent his body slightly and held the boy's **** hands.

The doctor’s appearance is very eye-catching, with high eyebrows, clear eyes, a straight nose, and thin lips that are slightly pursed, like bamboo leaves washed by rain, hidden in the dense bamboo forest, but there are no leaves. The leaves are distinct, delicate and clear. There is a transcendent temperament in him, like the focus of a stop in the chaos, and like a distant mountain independent of the chaos, unsurpassed, arrogant and lonely.

He held the boy's hand, and the cuffs of his white coat were stained with a little blood or two, which gradually faded. He didn't care, his slender fingers wrapped the boy's hand, his eyebrows drooping, and his expression calm.

The depression just now eased slightly, and Mu Wan blinked his eyelashes and remembered a scene.

A few years ago, in the waiting hall of the railway station, a passenger died suddenly. This is how a monk held the passenger who died suddenly and was doing him a super life.

There is no shortage of deaths in the hospital, but when the doctor released the boy's hand and placed the white bra on the boy's head, and the men and women next to him were crying bitterly, Mu Wan's heart was slightly cold.

At the same time, the doctor seemed to be aware of her gaze and looked up.

His eyes were calm and deep, and he swept lightly, like a bamboo forest wind swept across his heart, Mu Wan was slightly startled, and withdrew his gaze.

The elevator made a "ding" and reached the first floor. Mu Wan raised his eyes and scanned the three words "emergency room" above the ward, and asked Lin Wei.

"Do you have an emergency room upstairs?"

"What emergency room? Which building are you in?"

"Enter the building directly opposite the hospital door."

"That's the emergency building! I'm in the inpatient department!"

"..."

When he arrived at Lin Wei's ward, Mu Wan put away the umbrella and put it aside. Lin Wei had already spread out the small dining table and waited for the meal. She had just cut her appendix two days ago and can only eat liquid food. When Mu Wan was filming outside, she howled the hospital porridge. Mu Wan returned to Xiacheng after filming, and after putting down his luggage, he went to Xu Ji Congee Shop to buy porridge and came to see her.

"How do you feel? Does it still hurt?" Mu Wan set up the tableware for Lin Wei, pulled a chair and sat down.

She just came back from Wencheng. It didn't rain in Wencheng and it was quite hot, so she only wore a black T and white shorts. When sitting down, the long legs overlap and the posture is relaxed and lazy.

Mu Wan is an 18-line actor, with a very delicate appearance, a big slapped oval face, a tall and beautiful nose, red lips, a small chin, big eyes are dark and clear, charming and not charming. She is 1.7 meters tall, has long legs and a slender waist, **** and hips, thin but not stiff, skinny, and perfect body.

She has a wild look, with a sense of beauty of a Hong Kong actress in the 1980s. And this kind of showy, upright and unconventional, reveals the high quality of high mountains.

"As long as it doesn't hurt the wound, it won't hurt." Lin Wei was eating the porridge, her mouth was a little hot. After eating, she glanced at Mu Wan, who was looking at the window, not knowing what she was thinking.

"What are you thinking?" Lin Wei waved her spoon in front of Mu Wan's eyes.

The rain outside the window became lighter, and large raindrops gathered on the edge of the window rolled off, and rolled over the glass window, leaving a winding water mark, like a doctor going back and forth in an emergency room.

"I saw a doctor just now when I was waiting for the elevator, as if he was doing super treatment for a little boy who died." Mu Wan returned to his senses and told Lin Wei about the male doctor in the emergency room.

Doctors save people. They want to save people alive, but transcendence is done to the dead. These two terms are very contradictory when they are linked together. However, Lin Wei was not surprised. Her eyes lit up and asked Mu Wan, "Is Doctor Liu very handsome?"

"You know, you are really handsome." Mu Wan smiled, recalling the male doctor's face at the time. It was very light but deep in memory, especially when he looked up at her.

"Dr. Liu Qianxiu Liu of surgery, nicknamed Liu Daochang, is the emotional sustenance of all the female groups in Tanger Hospital." Lin Wei was sent to the emergency by a colleague in the studio a few days ago, and it was Liu Qianxiu who showed her the illness.

At that time, the pain was dying, but at a glance, after she had the operation, she took the nurse's little hand and asked.

Liu Daochang's nickname is quite distinctive. After Mu Wan leaned back in his chair, he asked, "Why did you get such a nickname?"

"He believes in religion, Taoism, I heard that he takes four days off every month to go to a certain Taoist temple to meditate. If there are patients in the emergency room who have not been rescued, he will do it. But he himself is very cold, almost There is no connection with others, as if there is no emotions and desires, like a god."

Hearing this, Mu Wan's impression of Liu Qianxiu became real, no wonder he felt that he had a celestial spirit of independence from the world, and he turned out to be a religious believer.

"Taoist believers are like this. They are pure-hearted and low-spirited. They are devoted to cultivation and become immortal." At this point, Mu Wan didn't talk about it. After all, it is not very good to talk about others behind his back. She had a good impression of Liu Qianxiu, feeling that his whole figure was washed, especially clean. Moreover, as a doctor, he rescues patients, and as a monk, he will supervise the dead patients. Regardless of whether it is useful or not, he can provide comfort and peace of mind to the families of the deceased.

"But the name Liu Qianxiu is a bit familiar?" Mu Wan looked at Lin Wei and said.

"The Patriarch of the Liu Family in the Fourth Young Master of Xiacheng is called Liu Qianxiu." Lin Wei has always been well informed. She spooned the porridge and said: "But it should be the same name. How much money can the doctor make?"

"Maybe they don't need money to treat patients and save people and pursue spiritual salvation?" After Mu Wan finished speaking, Lin Wei tilted her head and rolled her eyes to give her a look for her to experience, and Mu Wan smiled.

Accompanying Lin Wei to Yuting in the hospital, Mu Wan walked out of the inpatient building with an umbrella. The rain today has been raining for two days, and the warm humidity has been poured out. As soon as I left the house, the cool breeze blew after the rain, and it turned out to be a little cold.

Some dark shadows were already in the sky, and all the buildings in the hospital were brightly lit, and the water on the ground reflected the lights. Mu Wan stepped on it to pieces, found his car and opened the door.

As soon as he got in the car, Mu Wan's mobile phone rang a beep, and the screen illuminated the woman's face. After Mu Wan unlocked, she saw the transfer notice, which was her pay for the movie.

Mu Wan chose to study at the film school at the time because the money came quickly for filming. Even if she doesn't fight or grab, playing a role that doesn't have many roles is enough to feed her.

She has no father since she was a child and lives with her mother in Mu's house. Later, after his mother died, after graduating from high school, Mu Wan also moved out of Mu's house. She is now a real long tea, standing alone, in a hungry form, signed a small brokerage company, and played a small role that was not noticed. One person is full and the whole family is not hungry.

In fact, this kind of life is also very good. A play is not only the protagonist. Supporting roles are the norm for most actors.

She is probably the most ambitious actor in the entertainment industry.

After returning a thank you to the company's finances, Mu Wan put his mobile phone aside and prepared to start the car. She stepped on the clutch under her feet and heard the muffled sound of the window glass being knocked before pressing the ignition button.

There was a person standing outside the dark car window, and the silhouette of the figure reflected on the car window was thin and straight, and it was difficult to see what she looked like. Mu Wan stopped starting and opened the car window.

The black car windows gradually fell, like a drama gradually pulling the curtain.

Outside the car window, the man has taken off his white coat and his gentle and elite spirit, making it even more immortal. The linen shirt is spacious and comfortable, and he wears it in a particularly stylish manner. He held a long retracted umbrella in his hand. On the black umbrella handle, his fingers were slender and the joints were distinct.

The sky was covered with a thin black shadow, and his cold white skin seemed to glow under this black shadow. His appearance is more delicate than that of looking far away, especially his eyes.

Dark and translucent, clear but not bottomed, like a deep pool.

Seeing Mu Wan opened the car window, his expression was still quiet and peaceful, and he pointed to Mu Wan's car.

"Wait a minute, there is a cat under the car."

The sound is like a clear spring, deep and cold.

It's Mr. Liu.

While Liu Qianxiu was talking, he had walked behind the car and there was a rustling noise. Mu Wan put his wrist on the window frame and looked squint at the rearview mirror.

In the small rearview mirror, the man bent his slender legs and squatted. He took a snack like a biscuit in his right hand. The outline of his side face was hazy and clear under the shadow of darkness, like an unpolished picture. Watercolor painting.

Staring under the tires of the rear car, Liu Qianxiu's voice was calm, and he yelled softly, "Come here."

In the narrow rearview mirror, a cat came out from under the car.

Mu Wan's eyes moved.

This is a three tabby cat with a plump body, a round abdomen and a gray body. As soon as it got out of the car, it raised its head and yelled at Liu Qianxiu. The voice was soft, as if he knew him.

When the cat came out, Liu Qianxiu didn't hesitate. He bent over and stretched out his hand, holding it in his arms.

The ground was full of water, and the cat's paws were full of mud, and when he got into his arms, he stepped on his shirt and got dirty. The plum blossom-shaped mud was printed on the linen shirt, and he didn't seem to care.

Lin Wei said that he hardly associates with others, but treats kittens intimately. Mu Wan watched Liu Qianxiu holding the cat, his figure tall and tall, like a nine-layer heaven looming in the fairy mist, with a sense of emptiness. At that moment, Mu Wan really felt like he saw a god.

"Is this the cat you raised?" Mu Wan asked with elbows on the window frame, looking up at one person and one cat.

Liu Qianxiu turned his head, and the three cats in his arms also looked over. The woman in the car was beautiful and beautiful, smiling at him, her eyes curled and her eyes clear.

"No, stray cat."

"I think he is very close to you." Mu Wan glanced at Sanhua, and the pupils of the cat's eyes had become black.

"Occasionally I will feed it something." Liu Qianxiu said.

The dialogue between the two was simple, she asked one sentence, he answered one sentence, and said only this sentence.

It really is as pale as a chrysanthemum.

"Do you like cats?" Mu Wan smiled.

"Yeah." It was another simple answer.

After he was able to answer, Mu Wan shrugged his shoulders slightly, his small face wrinkled with a smile.

"Meow~"

There was a short sound, not too loud or too small, and the sweetness and laughter of the woman were mixed, like marshmallows wrapped in chocolate sauce, soft and charming.

Sanhua was disturbed by her screams, her ears moved, she opened her eyes and looked over. And the man behind it, with eyelashes raised slightly, looked at her eyes, silent and vast.

The author has something to say: Mu Xiaoxiao: You feed me something and I will kiss you too.

Daochang Liu: Can you eat lollipops?