Waiting for You in a City

In the early morning of late winter, the temperature is extremely low.

Xu Qin was sitting on the roadside beside the ruins, lowering his head to wipe the blood on his wrist with a tissue.

Footsteps sounded from behind the ruins, Song Yan walked down, and orange pants stopped in her sight. She wiped her hands with her head down.

He stood for a second or two, and finally sat down, on a broken stone opposite her.

Xu Qin lowered his head and did not lift it.

Song Yan didn't look at her too much, she glanced back briefly, and pulled out a cigarette to ignite.

The north wind blew blue and white smoke, lingering between the two.

They said nothing, and sat in silence like that.

In the sky to the east, the light of the sun oozes out from the morning glow, and a hint of golden and faint sunlight penetrates the haze and spills lightly on the ruins.

The firefighters lay down or sat on the side of the road and took a breath for a moment.

The smoke in Song Yan's hand had been burnt out, and Xu Qin was still wiping his hands continuously, his wrists flushed.

Song Yan's eyes moved back to her. After a while, she said, "Don't wipe it."

Xu Qin's hand stopped for a second, and he had to wipe it again. Song Yan said, "It's already clean."

Xu Qin didn't move for a moment, his hands clenched tightly.

Song Yan didn't say much, extinguished the smoke, and stood up: "Return to the team!"

The soldiers who had just rested immediately sat up again, and they had to rush to the next location.

Song Yan took a step, and the ground suddenly shook slightly. Song Yan stopped suddenly and turned back to Xu Qin, stopping when she was about to grab her shoulder.

He stayed still for a second, and the aftershock had passed.

He withdrew his hand and turned away.

Xu Qin raised his head to look at Song Yan, and Chenguang was covering his orange rescue suit.

He walked among the players, said a few words, and the group left. However, a few steps away, Song Yan stopped suddenly, bowed her waist, and vomited a pool of water.

Xu Qin looked up and stood up unconsciously.

Jiang Yi and Li Cheng hurried to help them, and Song Yan waved his hands, then straightened up, then bent down suddenly, and spit out some clear water.

The silhouette was unusually thin and painful. Is tired.

Xu Qin was still observing, but Song Yan seemed to be fine, and the men continued to hurry.

Xu Qin suddenly shouted: "Wait a minute!"

The other person stopped, and Xu Qin hurried to the side of the car, turning over a few bottles of water and a few bags of compressed biscuits from the car, which were distributed in the early morning medical center. However, with the current shortage of materials, people on the front line cannot drink water or eat food.

Xu Qin ran over with water and biscuits, stuffed it into the pocket of Song Yan's rescue suit, and explained: "Remember to drink water. Eat. Close your eyes every few hours and sleep for ten minutes. If you continue to do so, something will happen. Sudden death. "Another firefighter was stuffed." You are all the same. "

Song Yan looked at the biscuits and water in his hand and Xu Qin again and said, "Thank you."

Xu Qin shook his head.

Song Yan: "Leave."

Xu Qin's eyes didn't move, and when she passed her, she said softly, "Be careful."

His figure flashed through her afterglow.

The north wind blew up confetti and rolled in the middle of the barren street.

Xu Qin stood for a moment, turned his head, and saw a row of firemen away from her. Those tall men's backs were a little messy, but the rising sun shone in the sea, flashing orange light. The rescue suit melted into a color.

...

Xu Qin returned to the emergency center and went to see the baby first. Everything was normal and under the care of doctors and nurses.

After the news came out, some media came to interview and report that the ward was crowded. Several new mothers who are still breastfeeding come to the hospital and take the initiative to apply for breastfeeding.

Xu Qin did not go to see the child up close, but only glanced at it from afar. The baby was small and had already been cleaned and fell asleep in a warm nursery. The slight aftershock did not wake him up, and the child slept deeply.

Aside, the media took photos carefully, lest he wake him up.

Xu Qin, the person in charge of the liaison department, was also interviewed, but Xu Qin refused.

Later in the work, Xiaobei brought a mobile phone to Xu Qin. The reporter in the news looked compassionate and said, "The rescuer was Xu Qin, a surgeon from the Third Military Hospital of the Imperial City. On the front line of the disaster relief work, we failed to interview her, but we will continue to pay attention to you for the follow-up situation ... "

The corner of the video shows a photo of Xu Qin wearing a white coat.

Xu Qin: "..."

Xiaobei: "The people of the whole country are watching, Dr. Xu, you are famous, everyone is thanking you."

Xu Qin: "Record the case of the injury just now."

Xiaobei: "Oh ..."

After Xu Qin finished the medicine list, he suddenly asked, "Xiao Bei."

"Eh?"

Xu Qin: "Will soldiers be punished for violating orders?"

"It definitely will."

"Well." Xu Qin bowed his head and continued to work.

"Why do you ask this suddenly?"

"It's okay," Xu Qin said again. "There are so many orphans in this earthquake. Have you heard how to adopt it?"

Xiaobei: "It's not good to say now. There are many relatives who are separated and can't be reached. Are the orphans waiting for a few days to confirm. However, if adopted, the Red Cross will follow the process."

Xu Qin: "Well."

Another busy day. Xu Qin was in the emergency center in the morning, and at various scenes in the afternoon, except for leaning against the wall at noon for more than ten minutes and never rested.

At night, soldiers began to appear in the wounded patients.

Some were injured by stone slabs in the process of saving people, and others were exhausted and comatose. There was a People's Liberation Army in the village who rescued the disaster. The injured villagers walked the mountain road for more than ten hours. Fall down.

Xiao Nan sighed softly: "I don't know what happened to the firefighters in that team." She paid special attention to Tong Ming, and several doctors and nurses knew it.

Xiaoxi comforted: "There will be no problem, they are very strong. Now that the power repair is on, they can continue to store electricity, use equipment and equipment. There is no need to rely on people to die like last night. Rest assured, it's fine."

"Eh, I just heard a few PLA say that firefighters are the most professional in saving people in the rubble." Xiaodong interjected, "I didn't know that before, those heartbeat life detectors, broken machinery, What other concrete cutting pliers, a bunch of advanced equipment are brought by firefighters. "

Xu Qin listened to them and did not participate. Only when I heard that the doctor of general surgery was operating on a soldier who was tired of perforation of the greater omentum, I remembered how Song Yan bowed and vomited in the waist this morning.

Somehow, this picture is lingering in Xu Qin's mind, like some kind of hidden omen.

But she tried her best to abandon the misunderstandings in her heart and soon prepared for the next operation.

As soon as the operation started, the operating table and the rack were slightly shaken. Xu Qin and several nurses were accustomed to such a small aftershock and didn't care.

But an hour later, at the end of the operation, the ground shook again, the operating table shook violently, and the entire temporary operating room was shaking.

The plate scalpel on the shelf and the surgical forceps ping-pong rang, which was very appalling.

The intensity of this aftershock is not small.

Xu Qin's face did not change color, and he switched scalpels, hemostatic forceps, and sutures calmly. She led the nurses orderly to end the operation.

She was not distracted at all, nor did she realize that a building collapsed at a time not far from her.

After the patient was sent to the ward, several nurses sweated coldly, talking about never having an operation under an earthquake.

Xu Qin slowed down, but inexplicably began to cast a trace of haze.

When passing the hall, a harsh brake sounded outside. At night, a van stopped and the door opened. Two people in orange rescue suits fell off and the driver jumped down to help.

Xu Qin already had a bad hunch in his mind, and strode forward to welcome Xiao Ge and Tong Ming. There was blood on Xiaoge's forehead and Tong Ming, who suffered a serious leg injury and a distorted expression.

Xu Qin: "What's wrong?"

"Aftershocks." Xiaoge said, "We happened to be in a dilapidated room."

Xu Qin was stunned and asked almost conditionedly: "What about Song Yan?"

"I don't know, I'm close to Tong Ming. Seeing him hurt, he sent it first."

Xu Qin's palm was cold, and his mind was blank for a second. After recovering, she immediately helped them in and gave them to the orthopedic surgeon. After asking the location of the incident, she rushed out with the medicine box on her back.

The wind and ice in the middle of the night poured into the heart and lungs from Xu Qin's mouth and nose. When people ran to the collapsed town cinema, a shout came in front of them: "Help! Lift the people down!"

Xu Qin clenched his teeth and speeded up, and saw that there was another group of people on the ruins, including firefighters and soldiers.

Xu Qin's heart throbbed in her chest, gasping for gasps. She looked around the crowd. When she saw Yang Chi, she rushed up and grabbed him: "What about Song Yan?" Lonely ghost.

"Below."

Xu Qin looked in the direction he pointed at, and the whole person was in shock. Several rescuers blocked her sight, and she only saw the hand of a man sticking out of the broken wall, curling her fingers weakly. The original wounds and blood stains on that hand were buried with dust so that no traces were seen, like a muddy hand, fused with the surrounding debris.

At that moment, Xu Qin's heart changed from blood red to gray, and she recognized that she knew it was him.

She squatted down wildly, shaking, holding his hand gently, cold, rough, as if there was no temperature.

For ten years, she would never have thought that holding his hand again was in this situation.

The people in front of her spread out, and she saw Song Yan in an instant, his eyes closed, his face covered with blood lying under the ruins. A beam pressed against his chest. Lime and gravel buried him, and he could not even see the color of his clothes.

He was like a dead man buried in dust.

With a **** in Xu Qin's eyes, a line of tears burst out. She opened her lips and wanted to scream, but couldn't pronounce a syllable. She covered her mouth violently, clutching tightly, and quickly turned and ran down the rubble.

She shrugged her shoulders and stood beside the ruins, not screaming, crying, urging, or venting. She just bit her fingers fiercely to calm herself and restrain all emotions. No disturbance, no shouting, no influence on the rescue process.

She stared at the people without blinking, watching them cut the beam with a tool, watching them move away the wall pressed against his leg, watching them lift him out of the dust.

The moment he was moved down the ruins, she couldn't help it anymore, and rushed forward to wipe the dust off his face to confirm his life and death. But before her fingertips touched, she was knocked aside.

His pale lips flickered past.

Several soldiers quickly picked him up and drove towards the hospital.

No blame them, no one knows the relationship between this woman and him.

The remaining people quickly continued to rescue others, and no one was in charge of Xu Qin's existence.

Here, life or death is so common. It is so common that people cannot get used to it, but they cannot but accept it.

...

At that moment, in the town high school in the south of Wangxiang, the officers and men of Lu Jie's men had just escaped that violent aftershock. Not long after the suspension, they continued to dig people under the collapsed teaching building.

In the past day and night, they rescued 96 students, but also dug out a dozen bodies.

When the layers of cement slabs and walls were lifted up, and the dust beneath the young man's dead face was buried, the soldiers' eyes were red. They were tearful and hugged them out one by one.

Lu Jie squatted aside and stared down at the ground. A cold wind blew in the middle of the night, and a piece of white paper blew in front of him.

That was the torn student ID. The place where the photo was torn off was the smiling face of a female student.

Lu Jie picked up the photo, looked at it, and suddenly remembered someone.

Suddenly, his eyes were red.

"I remembered it." He muttered to himself.

The soldier beside him turned his head: "What?"

"I remembered where I saw the surgeon."

His classmates, his comrades-in-arms, had been carrying such a picture of a female student during his lifetime.

So far, he still remembers the young man named Song Yan who said: "When I get mixed up, I will go back and marry her."