She is the Third Kind of Stunning

The patients admitted to the ICU (Intensive Care Unit) are all critically ill patients who have been transferred from various departments and stepped on the line of life and death.

Some were in a coma and never woke up. The superior specially sent a small doctor to stand by the bed and observe the vital signs at all times.

The one who woke up could barely speak, and could only tremblingly write on the board to inform the nursing staff of his needs.

On the display screen of the monitor, various wave lines and numbers danced, the liquid in bottles and bags was hoisted high, and the liquid medicine was injected into the patient's body through a long and thin tube.

The patients did not speak, but the ward was not quiet. The beeping of medical equipment and the siren of the ventilator would sound at any time.

Here, like the oncology department, is a department dealing with death.

The difference is that the oncology department is facing a long and gradual death, and death in the ICU may happen every moment.

Family members are not allowed to accompany them here. Nurses and nurses will take care of patients, and family members have 30 minutes of visiting time every afternoon.

Lu Yinxi was able to come in in the morning only by relying on his white coat.

She only stayed for two minutes, then took off the isolation suit and left.

Outside the door of the ICU, there were a few family members who were waiting sporadically. Through a thick door and the hazy glass, they opened their heads and wanted to see their relatives.

The officer of the publicity department of the hospital put on a gown, came in with a camera, took pictures of He Bei beside the bed, and interviewed He Bei's parents.

The stories of the staff in the hospital who acted bravely, the emergency, the heart, and the ECMO team's extreme rescue have spread in the hospital

— It is the favorite promotional material of the hospital leaders.

In order to expand its influence, it is necessary not only to publicize it in the hospital, but also to publicize it in newspapers, such as city newspapers, evening newspapers, and local TV stations.

This is a popular and professional traditional publicity model favored by the older generation.

Since the post-90s and post-95s entered public institutions, various publicity methods have become more down-to-earth, and Weibo, Douyin, WeChat official account, and small videos have all declined.

Sometimes a small rap video that is popular on the Internet is shot, and the publicity departments of hospitals all over the country will come to investigate and learn from it.

All hospitals hope to expand their popularity, so sometimes they like to cooperate with film and television films, documentaries and other crews.

When Lu Yinxi returned to the tumor ward, he saw Jian Qing wearing a mask, with his back straight, standing in the corridor of the ward, accepting interviews from reporters from the city.

She caught a glimpse of Lu Yinxi from the corner of her eye, signaled the photographer to pause the shooting, called Lu Yinxi over, and introduced to the reporter solemnly: "She was the first witness. Cardiopulmonary resuscitation, let her tell her about the specific situation, I still have patients to deal with."

Lu Yinxi has worked in the entertainment industry for several years, and has developed a keen sense of publicity. He took off his mask, showed his signature smile, found the best angle, stood in front of the camera, and chatted with the reporter.

She guessed that this was the opportunity Jian Qing had left for her, otherwise, with that ice cube's character, she might not be interviewed by the reporter.

Lu Yinxi told the story from beginning to end, and finally spent a lot of time drawing some cartoons of colds, viral myocarditis, and cardiopulmonary resuscitation for science popularization.

During the lunch break at noon, the two ate in the cafeteria and went home to rest.

Jian Qing changed into her nightgown and basked in the winter sun on the balcony. Lu Yinxi stuck to her, sat beside her, and basked with her.

The sun was hitting her body, warming her body, Jian Qing peeled a sugar orange, held it, and pretended to send it to Lu Yinxi's lips.

Lu Yinxi glanced at her, then looked down at the slender white fingers in front of him, smelling the orange fragrance, a faint smile appeared in his eyes, and the smile was a bit shy.

He opened his mouth to bite.

"It's just for you to smell it." Jian Qing quickly withdrew his hand and put the Tangerine into his mouth.

It's like teasing a cat.

Lu Yinxi snorted softly, turned aside, peeled and ate one by himself, and then scolded Jian Qing after eating: "Childish."

Jian Qing didn't change her face, and asked: "If you don't sleep, what are you doing clinging to me?"

Lu Yinxi turned his gaze back and said seriously: "I want to see your knees."

Jian Qing intentionally misinterpreted her words: "Do you want to see my legs?"

"I said knees!"

Jian Qing thought that she would charge for hugging a few days ago, so she also marked the price for herself, and said with a blank expression: "Two hundred yuan per time, no additional charge within 1 minute, and an additional 1 minute for every 2 minutes after 1 minute." One hundred dollars."

In her price, doubled.

Lu Yinxi pointed to Jian Qing's knee, and asked word by word: "Is your knee made of gold?"

Jian Qing didn't answer.

Love it or not.

Lu Yinxi opened the payment software and transferred 250 yuan to Jian Qing: "I'll just watch it for two minutes."

Jian Qing took the money, hesitated for a second, and lifted the lower corner of the nightgown.

From the calf, all the way to the knee, revealing a piece of white and flawless skin.

She was tall, her legs were straight and slender, and the skin on her legs was so white that it almost glistened under the sun.

Lu Yinxi was stunned for a moment, then moved his gaze to her knee.

The knee was bruised.

She knelt on the ground for more than ten minutes yesterday, and the pressure was heavy. As the stress point, her knee must have been worn out.

Lu Yinxi's heart was full of pain, and he gently stroked his knee: "This...do you want some medicine?"

The warm touch fell on her knees, and Jian Qing turned her eyes away: "No need, it will disappear tomorrow." Then she put down the hem of her nightgown to cover her calves, "You didn't say you wanted to touch it, so add money."

At this moment, Lu Yinxi's heart and eyes were full of distress, and he ignored her teasing: "My money is not all yours. Is it interesting? I will give you a massage to pay off the debt, okay?"

She had learned some massage techniques in the past, saying that it could help sleep, but she hadn't tried it on others, so she used Jian Qing as an experiment first.

Jian Qing gathered her collar, with a cold expression: "You want to hit me again?"

She didn't forget that loud slap and the scar on her palm that hasn't disappeared yet.

Jian Qing's thoughts jumped quickly, but Lu Yinxi instantly understood what she meant, and said through gritted teeth, "It's just a massage, and I didn't sleep with you."

"Oh, then press it."

"Go into the room and press, you are here, I will press you to sleep, and I can't carry you in."

Jian Qing walked in swayingly in her nightgown.

When she wears regular clothes and a white coat, she is cold and strong, and she refuses to be thousands of miles away. Only when she is wearing a nightgown at home, she will reveal a full femininity.

Lu Yinxi followed behind her, thinking, only he can see her like this.

very nice.

Then I felt mean and selfish again.

If you know you should keep your distance, why do you want to get closer?

She used to act in idol dramas, and the hero and heroine would deliberately keep a distance to avoid harm, intentionally hurt, abuse the body and mind, and abuse the audience along the way.

In the past, she didn't understand why she did it that way. The director said she would act that way, and the effect of the performance was exaggerated at one time, which is still her black history.

Now, I understand a little bit.

If they are destined to be separated and cannot see the future of the two, should they stay close?

Is it a greater harm to get closer and then leave?

Lu Yinxi deliberately avoids these problems.

At this moment, she doesn't want to think about these, let alone hurt Jian Qing deliberately, she just wants to treat her better.

"Is this strong enough?"

Jian Qing lay at the end of the bed, and Lu Yinxi massaged her ears and scalp.

"Hmm... lighten up..."

Lu Yinxi's movements are not skillful, and it hurts a little when he presses it simply.

Jian Qing closed her eyes and said, "Is this the first time you have been pressed by someone? Treat me as a guinea pig?"

Lu Yinxi smiled: "I was discovered by you."

Jian Qing stopped talking.

Lu Yinxi poked her temple lightly: "Are you angry?"

"No." Jane said calmly, "What's the point of being angry? I'm not you, I like to be angry."

Like a pufferfish.

Lu Yinxi slapped her on the forehead: "Who loves to be angry?"

"Whoever agrees will say it."

"It's just the two of us here."

Jian Qing still had that indifferent and arrogant expression: "Then do you want to do something with two people?"

"You'd better shut up." Lu Yinxi has a thin skin, he can't compare to someone with a weak sense of morality, and he doesn't look like a teacher.

Jian Qing smiled slightly, and then fell silent.

If she doesn't want to, she won't belittle her, she will just tease her.

Quiet and ambiguous, the atmosphere in the bedroom is more subtle.

Lu Yinxi coughed, and broke the silence: "I went back to school two days ago, and I rehearsed two short stories with my classmates?"

Jian Qing asked softly: "What story?"

"One is "The Mermaid" and the other is "The Truman Show". You must have heard the story of the mermaid and the little prince, right? The mermaid fell in love with the little prince, drank the potion, and turned her fish tail into a The legs became the same as the little prince, and he wanted to live in the same world as him. Unfortunately, the little prince didn't fall in love with her, and in the end she turned into a bubble."

Jian Qing gradually became sleepy, but her tone was still a bit disgusted: "I don't need to listen to fairy tales to fall asleep."

Lu Yinxi groaned softly, and continued to rub her head: "Then I will tell you about "The Truman Show" some other day."

Jian Qing hummed.

Lu Yinxi continued to press for a while, and when Jian Qing fell asleep, he covered her with the quilt.

Before leaving, Lu Yinxi stood up, stared at Jian Qing's smooth and white forehead, bent down, approached, her lips were about to fall, but she stopped, stood up again, and went back to her room to sleep.

If she falls in love with Jian Qing, she will lose her fish tail and turn into a pair of legs, and stay in this world.

She doesn't want to.

Once the TV station's interview was broadcast, many netizens licked the screen and discussed it.

"I can't hear what she said at all? I'm just looking at her face."

"It's just a 5-minute popular science video. My mother asked me why I watched it for half an hour."

"Ah, the eyes of the first female doctor are also pretty. Although she is wearing a mask, she looks like the face of my dream lover!"

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The camera sense of Lu Yinxi is good, and it can be cut from any angle to be used as a tabletop. With the vivid hand-drawing, the program is full of effect.

The popularization of cardiopulmonary resuscitation knowledge is just in line with the country's emphasis on guiding the public to learn mutual rescue skills. Official media at all levels, large and small, help spread the science popularization.

It once rushed to the top three in the hot search.

The hot search square is covered with blue V's, and the netizens under the hot search are all licking the screen.

In this era when beauty is justice, the eyes of netizens are all attracted by her beauty.

Lu Yinxi skillfully opened and registered a new account, passed the authentication, forwarded the video of the official media, and put the popular science comics he drew on it to attract fans.

This is the operation she is most familiar with - relying on her face to eat.

The next day, people from the Propaganda Department came to the second tumor area, caught Lu Yinxi desperately to take pictures, and said they would write a special article for her.

At noon, Wei Mingming swiped his mobile phone to Luyinxi, and he said, holding Luyinxi's arm, he asked, "Are you going to be popular? Is it too late for me to hug your thigh now? Do you want to keep a few more autographed photos of you later?" Is it easy to sell?"

Lu Yinxi said honestly: "If a lot of people call me in a few days and invite me to sign a contract, be an anchor, or endorse some three-no products, then I may become a little-known little Internet celebrity. If there is another The team helps me run it, and I will be popular for a longer time. But there is a high probability that it will disappear after a few days, and netizens are all three-minute hot."

In this world, she doesn't have the ambition to be popular. If she can become a small Internet celebrity, earn a little money with the fan economy, so that she can survive independently in this world without relying on anyone, and wait for the opportunity to come back. Reality, enough is enough.

Hearing this, Wei Mingming suddenly felt a chill in his neck, turned his head, and met his mentor's cold gaze.

Jian Qing stared at Wei Mingming's movement of holding Lu Yinxi's arm, his face was frosty.

The author has something to say: Thank you all the little cuties who cast moonstones! There is actually a cutie who voted for 52 moonstones, okay, I accept your confession, and hold on to the crazy kiss!

Those who celebrate the New Year don’t want to play a supporting role, but write some daily routines first to develop their relationship. I will be with my family tomorrow, so I won’t update it, everyone, I wish you a happy new year in advance! In good health! May you be happy and prosperous!

*Thanks to the little angels who voted for me or irrigated nutrient solution during 2021-02-09 00:48:28~2021-02-1014:34:18~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: sara, Muran 1;

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Thanks to the little angels of irrigation nutrient solution: 13 bottles of Lingyi; 1 bottle of Yuanyu;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!