Waiting for You in a City

The car carrying Song Yan left quickly disappeared on the street corner, and the red car taillight burned Xu Qin's eyes like a fire.

After standing there for a while, she gently wiped the wet mist from her eyes and walked towards the hospital.

A desolate and barren town in the middle of the night, she walked on the streets full of ruins and blood, like walking in a cold wasteland.

The north wind was blowing, bone cold.

It was too cold. She seemed to be frozen all over her body. Her body shivered except for trembling, and she could do nothing else. In addition to the cold, my heart can't perceive any other consciousness.

No sorrow, no pain. Just like this small town shrouded in misfortune, every day someone loses their favorite person, and every day someone sees the home and people they once guarded destroyed into mud.

Fate is so powerful that everything that people have seems so small and so weak.

Sorrow and tears are not worth mentioning.

Xu Qin couldn't shed a tear, there was nothing to shed.

Useless.

But when she walked through a dead street and heard the north wind whistling through the rubble on the ruins, whining whine, as if God was giving her sorrow and mercy

Without warning, she suddenly bowed her waist and howled.

No more concealment, no more oppression, she just was terrified and terrified. No more hiding and escaping, no one knows her here, and no one will hear her tears cry.

Only the north wind hovered over the ruins and cried.

...

...

When Xu Qin returned to the medical center, his tears were dry.

Song Yan has already been sent to the operating room.

Xu Qin leaned against the wall of the corridor, his face pale and expressionless. After the catharsis, the mind was empty and there was no emotion, only the most primitive perception of the body-tired, extreme tired.

She didn't close her eyes for two nights and her mind was numb.

For a moment, Xu Qin thought about what she would do if Song Yan died.

Suddenly, the heart hurts, and the pain must be stimulated to tears again.

She immediately looked up at the ceiling and blinked the mist in her eyes.

At the moment when the sentence was announced, she would not count, and she would not imagine.

She quickly turned her head to look at the hall,

The white light shines through the plastic door into the corridor, and the crowded hall is silent. Patients with minor injuries and relatives of those with severe injuries are waiting in the hall.

It was late at night, everyone was dirty, some people were sitting on chairs looking up at the sky and fell asleep; some people missed their loved ones, looked at with tears, and refused to sleep but also tired Weeping weakly.

The wives are waiting for their husbands, the parents are watching their children, and there is a forbearing and repressive silence in the crowd.

After so many years of medical treatment, Xu Qin has never paid attention to patients and their families like this.

At this moment, looking at the haggard face under the pale light, she suddenly realized that inadvertently, she was grabbed by an invisible big hand.

That hand stripped her from the doctor's white coat, and ruthlessly threw it to the other side of the operating room door, throwing it among the poor and hopeless crowd. This is the other side of her consistent indifference.

Like some kind of silent warning and punishment.

Her ups and downs were all silent at that moment.

Xu Qin lowered his head, covered his face with both hands, and did not lift it for a long time.

"Doctor!" A shrill cry for help came from outside the hall.

Xu Qin immediately lifted his head from the palm of his hand, his eyes calmed down instantly, and he ran out with his feet pulled out.

The soldiers sent a young man who had been buried under the rubble for 37 hours. He was just rescued and his arm was broken by aftershocks, and the blood burst suddenly out.

Xu Qin quickly took a rag and fastened his arm and told the nurse: "Prepare a blood bag!"

The brief silence of the medical center was broken, and he was busy again for a while, and the teenager was quickly sent to the operating table. Xu Qin changed clothes, disinfected and wore gloves and masks extremely quickly and methodically. The nurse was busy preparing for her behind.

When Xu Qin picked up the scalpel and turned to face the critically ill on the operating table, the cold and tears, sadness and exhaustion of the recent days all disappeared.

There is no Song Yan. Nor herself.

Facing the comatose teenager on stage, only one thought left in her mind: to save this person based on what she had learned.

Perhaps, based on what she learned, to maintain the dignity of his birth.

The operation took more than five hours. Xu Qin stood by the operating table and had never been distracted. Occasionally, the nurse walked around. Occasionally, a slight aftershock shook the room, and she was unconscious.

The time passed by one minute and one second, the night passed by again, and the sky dawned again.

After the operation was successfully completed, when Xu Qin changed his clothes, his arms were so swollen and painful that he could hardly lift them, and his legs were as heavy as lead.

The moment I walked out of the door, it seemed that the seal had been solved, and all the memories about Song Yan came to my face. She hurried to him immediately.

The bad news always comes unprepared. She ran to the door of the operating room, the door opened, and the man in white cloth was pushed out.

Xu Qin shivered all over, almost rushed to the hospital bed, grabbed the white cloth and lifted it. The next second, when the scream in his throat was about to overflow, the person stunned.

Not Song Yan.

She stared at that face and gasped hard.

"I can't save my life. Just sent in, I haven't reached the operating table yet," the doctor said.

Xu Qin looked up: "The last injured? The one with internal bleeding!"

"Just sent to the ward, eh--"

Xu Qin turned and ran away.

He rushed into the military ward and saw Song Yan at a glance.

The environment is poor, he and three other seriously injured people are squeezed into a ward, there are several hanging bottles hanging in front of the bed, and there are needles on the back of his wrist and hand.

Xu Qin gasped at the door for a few breaths before walking gently to squat beside his bed. His eyes were closed, his eye sockets were deep, and there was still no blood on his lips, but there was a green stubble on his chin, and his entire face was extremely haggard.

She squatted by the bed and slowly took him by the hand. His hands were cleaned, the joints were clear and covered with scars. She gripped it slightly, his hand was hard but cold, and there was no temperature. She held his hand, one finger slowly touched his wrist, and gently pressed it.

chug,

His pulse was beating at her fingertips.

It was as if at this moment, she really felt that he was still alive.

She lowered her head, buried her head in his palm, and tears fell silently, seeping into his fingers.

Song Yan, I was wrong.

I was wrong, okay?

...

...

When Song Yan woke up in the afternoon, a glass bottle was lying next to his left hand. The water in the bottle was warm and pressed against the medicine tube.

After he woke up, the doctor came over to give him an examination, asked the nurse to change the medicine, and explained that he had a good rest and could not be disturbed.

Taking into account the actual situation, the road out of the mountain is too bumpy. The doctor does not recommend sending it back to the Imperial City. He thinks that it is better for him to recuperate in the same place for a few days before returning, but the conditions will be a little rough.

"Eh? Who put this bottle?" The doctor asked.

"I don't know." The nurse replied, "It may be the family members who are warming their hands and medicine."

During the gap between their speeches, Song Yan noticed a familiar figure walking by the door. Soon after the doctors and nurses left, the figure was folded back.

It is Xu Qin.

She walked in, holding a dextrose bottle in her hand and asked, "Did the anesthesia withdraw?"

Song Yan casually bit his teeth: "Well."

"Does it hurt?"

"Fortunately."

Xu Qin didn't have much to talk about, and the two had nothing to say.

Xu Qin stood for a while, remembered something, and said, "Yes, your team members are all right."

Song Yan nodded, but she knew exactly what he cared about.

Xu Qin stood for a while before realizing that there was still something in his hand. She put the bottle on the bed, and at his hand, the old bottle was taken away and put back in her pocket.

The new bottle was filled with boiling water, and it was hot next to Song Yan's hand.

Song Yan looked down at the bottle, raised a finger and touched, said, "Thank you."

Xu Qin shook his head.

Song Yan raised her eyes to observe her and saw that her eyes were full of red blood, and there were heavy dark circles under her eyes.

He asked in a dumb voice: "How long hasn't I slept?"

Xu Qin did not rub her shoulders over her shoulders and said, "Always busy."

Song Yan paused for half a second, and said, "It's going to tell me."

"..." Xu Qin looked back at him, "I find a gap and will rest for more than ten minutes. ... Besides, I'm doing this without any danger to you. If you bury it a little deeper last night and you can't dig it out, you'll die Now. "

Song Yan: "I--"

Xu Qin suddenly interrupted: "Don't you tell you to pay attention to safety?"

The eyes are relatively silent.

Song Yan's black eyes were fixed on her face.

Xu Qin also looked straight at him, not avoiding or hiding.

Her lips were squeezed and her brow furrowed very lightly.

It was such a face. When an aftershock occurred and the beam collapsed, it was such a face before his eyes.

Song Yan silenced for a moment, but she did not choke on what position she used to control him.

His hand touched the ironed glass bottle unconsciously, and gradually, he held it in the palm of his hand.

He explained calmly: "Aftershocks came too suddenly. At that time, my child under the age of 19 was under the dangerous building. I had to pull him."

Xu Qin stopped talking.

Song Yan looked at her and said, "Note next time."

Suddenly Xu Qin's heart slammed.

At this time, someone from outside came straight to the unconscious soldier on the bed next to Song Yan. The man had just walked to the bed, it seemed that Yu Guang saw something, and looked back at Song Yan in doubt, and suddenly, the man's eyes widened.

Song Yan noticed that she looked stunned.

Lu Jie took a step forward and stopped, staring at Song Yan's face in disbelief. He pointed to Song Yan and opened his mouth, unable to say a word for a long time. For a few seconds, Lu Jie's face was shocked, excited, dazed, excited, all feelings were mixed, the words were extremely chaotic, and his voice was shaking:

"Song Yan? Are you Song Yan? It's impossible to look like this. It must be! You haven't forgotten, do you remember me? Do you remember me? It's you."

"Yes." Song Yan stared at him, not as out of control as he did, but there was a touch in his eyes.

After getting a definite answer, Lu Jie's face was ecstatic, "You are not dead? !!!"

With a startled look, Song Yan quickly glanced at Xu Qin and said to Lu Jie: "Well, the rescue is timely."

Xu Qin frowned, feeling that this man was extremely impolite. A good major, why does it appear at any time?

Lu Jie followed Song Yan's eyes to Xu Qin. The reunion with his "deceased" comrades made him too excited to think calmly, and immediately asked, "This, is this a younger sister?"

"..." Song Yan immediately looked at him, his eyes prohibited.

But Lu Jie did not notice, he looked at Xu Qin: "Brother and sister, I have seen you long ago. Hello, hello, I'm Lu Jie, Song Yan's comrade."

Xu Qin's expression was dull, but his eyebrows deepened.

This man is exaggerated in his manners, and he didn't follow the foreword in his speech. How did he become a major?