Life With You

Song Xi was led by Ding Huiqin and chatted for a long time, mainly talking about the Health Bureau. If she was caught by the Health Bureau, her job title this year would be suspended.

Song Xi didn't say that she really didn't care about the job title. Perhaps the indifferent expression in her eyes was too obvious. Ding Huiqin couldn't help but say: "You have appointed the deputy director. How much is your monthly salary? Have you ever calculated it yourself? I am not saying that you are not doing well now, but you have to plan for the future and save more money in your hands. It is always useful at critical moments."

Ding Huiqin's remarks inadvertently stabbed a weakness in Song Xi's heart. She thought of Song Yuanqing. She said that in the future, she would save money to buy a big house with a garden. When Song Yuanqing came out, she would give him a place to enjoy his old age.

She never cared about money before. Even now, she didn’t seem to be stretched. It was just that she should carefully plan for the future. After all, she could not live with George Sheng for the rest of her life. He always reminded her that she was sent under the fence. It was never her place to stay.

After a moment of silence, Song Xi said: "I know Director Ding, I will not make this kind of mistake again in the future, and I will try my best to fix the title this year."

People like Song Xi would not make promises easily, and those promised would be done. Ding Huiqin was finally relieved when she said that.

"The earth is round, and people go round and round in this life. There are downwinds and upwinds. Don't be upset or sad. The old saying goes well, whether it's a good thing or not. After this period of time, it will naturally be better. "

These words are for comfort and do not have any substantive effect, but people will deceive themselves and others. After listening to them, they will naturally feel a lot more comfortable.

Ding Huiqin instructed Song Xi for a long time to see that it was late and not to delay her going home to rest. Song Xi left the office and took the elevator downstairs.

The elevator door opened, and Song Xi stepped out. He raised his eyes and saw the people walking across the street. Many of them were holding umbrellas. When he looked out, he did not know when it rained outside.

Song Xi glanced out the window more than half an hour ago. At that time, the sky was still clear, just now.

The rain did not reduce the number of patients who came to see the doctor. It was just more rain protection equipment. Song Xi stood at the door, wondering when the rain would stop.

After not standing for long, a voice came from behind: "Song Xi?"

Song Xi turned his head and saw that it was the senior sister from the gastroenterology department downstairs. She smiled and said hello. The female doctor said, "I have an umbrella, are you going to take a taxi? I'll take you there."

Song Xi nodded in response, "Thank you, senior sister."

The two came to the entrance of the hospital under an umbrella and stopped a car. Song Xi got into the car and thanked the senior sister.

The driver asked her where to go, Song Xi replied: "Cuicheng Mountain."

The driver deducted the empty license plate and said with a smile: "Why don't you drive yourself when you live in Cuicheng Mountain?"

Song Xi stayed up all night, and was made a fuss by Tong Hao. He was just dragged and chatted for a long time by colleagues and leaders. She was exhausted physically and mentally. She really didn't want to deal with it, so she replied indifferently: "No car."

The driver didn't seem to hear Song Xi's evasive words, and continued: "How can you not have a car if you live in a house of tens of millions?"

Song Xi pressed her lips, didn't say anything at all, what did she say? Do you say that her current state is under the fence?

She closed her eyes and rested. She made it clear that she didn't want to talk any more, and the driver didn't ask any more. It was raining outside and the speed was not as fast as usual.

Song Xi was so tired that she fell asleep in a daze, but her posture of sitting and sleeping was uncomfortable. She was only a light sleep, and a murmur came from her ear. Song Xi slowly opened her eyes for a few seconds. Then found that the car had stopped.

Sitting up straight, Song Xi saw through the wiper that there was a long line in front of him, and the driver beside him whispered: "Where to go, which block."

As he said, he turned on the communicator and asked: "Lao Zhang, are you on Beimen Road? What's the situation on Beimen Road now? We have been stuck here for ten minutes."

There was a slight bad signal from the communicator, and then another driver’s voice came, “I’m also stuck in Beimen Road. There was a traffic accident at the entrance of Guoan Building. A truck collided with a private car. I heard There are still heart patients in the private car, and I’m waiting here for the ambulance."

The driver in Song Xi's car said, "It's so jammed, and the ambulance can't get in."

The other driver said: "Yes, it's been a long time, I don't know how the people in the car are doing."

Hearing the sound, Song Xi tensed her body almost immediately. He hesitated for only three seconds. She glanced at the number on the meter, took out fifty yuan and handed it to the driver, "No need to look for it."

After all, she pushed the car door and went down. The driver looked at her in surprise, especially after Song Xi closed the car door and ran forward quickly.

Now the rain is getting heavier, the dense raindrops fall across the sky, and it will hurt like needles when hitting the face. All kinds of vehicles on the street are blocked, and everyone is waiting anxiously in the car. , A slender figure walked forward through the rain, quickly passing through the densely packed vehicles, everyone was amazed, some even lowered the car window to look out.

Song Xi ran forward for two hundred meters, and finally saw the truck and private car at the intersection ahead. Both cars clearly showed signs of crashes. The owners of the two cars stood in the rain and quarreled fiercely. The man in the shirt pointed at it. The man in the T-shirt yelled from his nose: "If my dad has something short and long, what will you pay for it?!"

The man in the T-shirt hung his head, and both sides were wet by the rain, very embarrassed.

Song Xi wiped the rain off her face, ran forward quickly, and asked, "Which one has a history of heart disease?"

The man in the shirt turned his head to look at Song Xi, froze for two seconds, and then said, "My dad."

Song Xi asked, "Where is it?"

The man in the shirt asked: "Who are you?"

Song Xi said, "I'm a doctor, an outsider doctor."

Hearing this, the man in the shirt ran to the back door of the car, and said in a hurry, "Doctor, please help my dad. He said his heart is uncomfortable."

When the car door opened, Song Xi saw a gray-haired old man leaning in the back seat. He looked at the old man in his seventies with a painful expression, pressing his left hand against his heart.

"Dad, are you okay?"

The man in the shirt was helpless, his eyes full of worry.

Song Xi bent down and got into the car and asked aloud, "Master, can you hear me?"

The old man closed his eyes, his face was sallow and his lips were purple.

Song Xi didn't have any equipment at hand, just enough to make the most basic judgment, and then asked the elderly son if he had brought medicine.

The man in the shirt touched the old man for a long time without touching anything. Then he said, "I was going to take my dad to the hospital for an examination. He has been saying that his heart is uncomfortable recently."

Song Xi said, "I can't wait any longer. I'll borrow an umbrella. You will carry the old man on your back for a while. I will hold you an umbrella. You must go to the hospital immediately."

The man in the shirt was completely dumbfounded. Song Xi nodded his head whatever Song Xi said.

Song Xi turned around and ran to the side. There were private cars nearby. Everyone was sitting in the car watching the excitement. Song Xi's eyes were blinded by the rain and did not take a close look. She ran to the nearest car and knocked it down. Driver's seat door.

The window slowly lowered, revealing a clear and familiar face gradually. Song Xigang wanted to say, do you have an umbrella? But when the words came to her lips, she was stunned.

"Miss Song."

It turned out to be ingots.