117, Divine Stick (8) (1/2)

When the fire was put out, it was already very late at night. Most of the citizens fell asleep and didn't notice how many people left tonight.

But there were also people who were originally sleeping and were called to work by a phone call.

There were too many casualties in the building, and all the major hospitals were busy. Doctors and nurses who were not on duty received calls and asked to return to work quickly.

Yin Zhuo had just laid down for less than an hour when he received the call.

The operation he performed today seemed endless. He was busy until midnight before he was off work. There was another major operation early tomorrow morning. Yin Zhuo took a few bites casually, went home and fell asleep without even taking a shower. He was dreaming that he had rested for ten days in a row and was so beautiful when he received a call from the hospital.

The middle-aged man got up from the bed weakly, wiped his face, put on his shoes hastily and walked to the hospital.

His wife is also a doctor, but in obstetrics and gynecology. She is on night shift tonight. When they bought a house, they bought it specifically close to the hospital so that they could rush over as quickly as possible in case of emergency.

As soon as he got downstairs, Yin Zhuo saw an ambulance whizzing by.

Although it was late at night, there were definitely a lot of people on the road. Those with less serious injuries did not take the ambulance, but drove themselves or were taken to the hospital by their relatives. There were also residents who were still awake and came downstairs to ask what happened.

Yin Zhuo had only slept for an hour in total. At this moment, the cool breeze at night made him feel weak. He pressed his temples, thinking that he probably couldn't do the surgery tomorrow in this mental state.

The middle-aged man walked to the hospital with weak steps. When he came to the bus stop, he suddenly became dazed for a moment. He heard screams in his ears. He looked back in confusion and saw a group of people surrounding the bus stop. He didn't know what they were looking at.

Sure enough, there were many people around the bus stop when there was something lively in China.

Yin Zhuo didn't like to join in the fun. In addition, the hospital was in urgent need of manpower, so he quickened his pace and ignored the excitement behind him.

Maybe it was the cold wind in the middle of the night that made the middle-aged man, who originally felt weak and as if he was about to die, feel more and more relieved as he walked, and he became more energetic.

He entered the hospital where people were coming and going, squeezed through the crowd and headed for his department.

Their surgery department was now very busy, and the doctors and nurses who came and went were all in a hurry. They didn't even say hello to Yin Zhuo when they saw him. He couldn't find the director, so he had to go to the office to change into a white coat and start to treat the patient's wounds.

"It hurts... it hurts so much..."

A patient's arm was cut by something, and blood was flowing. There were also some scattered wounds on his body. He frowned, cried in pain, and stretched out his hand to stop the bleeding.

But no matter how he pressed, the blood still flowed out.

The doctors and nurses were busy coming and going, and no one noticed this patient who was almost a bloody man.

Yin Zhuo was startled, and hurriedly ran over with hemostatics and squatted down, and first helped him disinfect and bandage.

"Hurry up and arrange for stitches. He can't bleed any more."

After barely stopping the bleeding, Yin Zhuo stood up and pulled out a familiar nurse's instructions, but the nurse seemed to feel nothing and hurriedly left with the tray.

"Mianmian, Mianmian?"

He called a few times, but the nurse turned a deaf ear. Yin Zhuo had no choice but to squat down and slowly help the wounded man up, "I'll take you to the treatment room first..."

"No, it doesn't hurt now."

The wounded man's bloody hand pressed on Yin Zhuo's hand, and his face, which had been wrinkled by pain before, showed a grateful smile. He said:

"I've been in pain for ten years, and finally someone stopped the bleeding for me."

Yin Zhuo was stunned.

"Thank you, go back quickly, your family is waiting for you."

"Remember, turn left when you go out the door and leave from the direction you came in."

Just after the wounded finished speaking, he raised his head and looked outside the door cautiously, changing his mind.

"Forget it, I'll take you there. The road is a bit difficult to walk."

Leave?

Doesn't he still have to participate in the rescue?

Why leave?

What does it mean that the road is difficult to walk?

Yin Zhuo's face was full of questions, but before he could ask, the wounded man with blood all over his head suddenly looked behind Yin Zhuo, with a bit of fear in his eyes.

He turned around subconsciously, and then saw a Taoist priest.

The Taoist priest was wearing a black Taoist robe, with handsome features, like white jade under the bright light. Yin Zhuo had seen many people, but there were really few who looked so good.

A nurse hurried over, and he watched this Taoist priest who was out of tune with others pull a mask out of her pocket.

Blue and white, disposable masks sent uniformly by their hospital.

"Why are you still here?"

Yin Zhuo looked at the man in front of him holding the mask strap with two fingers, and his eyes fell lightly on the wounded behind him.

His eyes were strange, light, as if he didn't see anything, but everything was like his eyes.

Working in a hospital, he has seen many strange people, but Yin Zhuo has never seen such a strange and harmonious person. He always feels that he is a little afraid of the person in front of him, but he has never seen him before.

"Doctor Yin is a good person. I want to send him back."

The injured covered his hands and said to Wei Mingyan bravely, "I will leave after sending him back."

Wei Mingyan held up his mask and dropped his shoes without making a sound. He slowly arrived in front of Yin Zhuo.

Only then did Yin Zhuo realize that something was wrong. They were standing on the left side of the corridor. Patients, wounded, nurses and doctors were coming and going, but no one looked towards them.

Not even the corner of his eye.

It's like, you can't see them.

The next moment he realized this, the handsome Taoist priest said, "Let's go."

Wei Mingyan turned away and looked at the wounded man, "Now that I'm obsessed with it, it's better to leave as soon as possible."

"But he..."

"I'll send him back." Wei Mingyan glanced at Yin Zhuo up and down, and said in a clear and calm voice, "He is indeed a good man."

Before Yin Zhuo understood what they were talking about, he saw the wounded man smiling relaxedly. He patted Yin Zhuo on the shoulder and said, "Doctor Yin, go back quickly. Your wife and children are waiting."

"Do you know me? My child...where did my child come from..."

He and his wife have been married for a long time, but they have never had children due to his wife's health. The doctor said that the hope is very slim. Although Yin Zhuo is a little regretful, he also accepts this fact. After all, his wife has made it clear to him before getting married. It is very likely that I will not have children.

But when I usually visit relatives, I still feel a little envious when I see their children, who may be well-behaved or naughty.

"By the way, you can't see it."

The wounded man said, "He is a very well-behaved little guy. He has always wanted to be your child. He hesitated for a long time before he got his wish."

"You may have forgotten that ten years ago, you were the one who treated me. I didn't have a penny, and it was you who gave me the money in advance. That night I came over just to find you, thinking I could just pay the money back. , it’s a pity that he died before reaching the door..."

As the wounded man spoke, he took out his pocket with a smile, took out two hundred yuan, and handed it to Yin Zhuo, "Although it's a little late, don't be surprised."

Seeing Yin Zhuo take the money, he had a simple smile on his face: "I finally paid back the money. I'll leave first. You can follow Mr. Wei."

"Eh? That..."

Yin Zhuo took the bloody two hundred yuan in confusion. He had rescued many people and helped to advance the money. He really couldn't remember who it was.

And, ten years ago…

The middle-aged doctor looked up and wanted to ask again, but the man was no longer in front of him.

"Don't look at it, he has gone to reincarnation."

Wei Mingyan handed over the mask in his hand, "Put it on. There are too many people outside. You just left your body and it's easy to be washed away."

Yin Zhuo put on the mask blankly, "That person, he..."

"With obsession, it hurts too much when I die. I can't enter reincarnation, so I can only continue to hurt like this."

Wei Mingyan walked forward slowly and said this, then looked back at Yin Zhuo and said, "He has been in pain for ten years, you can be considered as helping him."

"I help……"

Yin Zhuo's whole brain was in chaos, and he heard the man in Taoist robes in front of him continue to say in a nice and deep voice, "Have you rescued him before?"

"I do not remember……"

Yin Zhuo really had no memory at all. He had been a doctor for so many years and had saved countless people. How could he remember it so clearly?

"And my wife is pregnant..."

"Oh, I'm pregnant."

Wei Mingyan's tone seemed to be like "I bought a big cabbage for you", and he wrote lightly:

"You were originally destined to be childless, but there was a child who was aborted and abandoned by his mother. No one remembered him. Only your wife put incense sticks to prevent him from being swept away by his popularity and dying before he was born. He should be reincarnated. It’s just that this child has waited until now because he wants to be your child.”

"Last week he came to beg me, and I put him in your wife's belly."

Yin Zhuo was even more confused. He could understand these words individually, but he couldn't understand how they were put together.

"Well, I..."

"You're dead." Wei Mingyan said. Seeing the people around him widen their eyes in shock, he gasped, "But you're not dead at all."

"Those of you whose bodies are still alive but whose souls are separated from the body usually can't last long and will soon be crowded out by people. But you are lucky and you met the soul body after not being outside for a while."

"It's such a coincidence." The handsome Taoist priest glanced at the shoulder area where Yin Zhuo had been patted by the wounded man just now, "He gave some of his soul to you. Although the injury is serious, you should recover quickly. "

"I'm seriously injured..."

Yin Zhuo was completely overwhelmed by the huge amount of information. His mind went blank and he followed Wei Mingyan through the last corridor in a daze.

"Hello, Doctor Yin, let's go and repay Yang..."

An old woman passed by and saw them. Her wrinkled face immediately showed a smile, "It's good to be back, it's good to be back..."

Wei Mingyan stopped and said, "Mother-in-law, we are not returning the Yang, we are sending the baby away."

"I know, isn't this just a way of speaking..."

The old woman replied with a smile and looked at Yin Zhuo with a kind face.

"Doctor Yin, you have to treat that child well. He has been calling you daddy after he learned to speak. After so many years, he finally got his wish..."

Yin Zhuo looked at the old woman in front of him in confusion. He had seen her before. She died in a car accident last year and failed to save her.

The dead people he had seen before now appeared in front of him with a smile.

The middle-aged doctor's whole outlook on life is about to collapse.

What made his outlook even more shattered was what came next.

***

Yin Zhuo followed Wei Mingyan and came to his body.

His head was covered in blood, and his eyes were tightly closed. In front of the bed, his wife was holding his hand and crying.

"Sister-in-law, don't worry, we will arrange an operation for Dr. Yin right away..."

His colleagues were comforting him, but his wife cried even harder. She held her husband's hand and felt as if the sky had fallen.

Wei Mingyan didn't look at the stunned Yin Zhuo. He waved his hand and a little child came over timidly.

He looked only a few years old, and he was still unsteady on his feet. There was a long bloodstain on his arm, which was the mark left by the artificial abortion before he was born.

Wei Mingyan took the little boy's hand, picked him up, and handed it to Yin Zhuo, who looked dazed, "Here, your son."

Yin Zhuo took it subconsciously.

The boy he was holding showed a soft smile, but his eyes were timid and a little hopeful, and he called in a low voice, "Dad."

Yin Zhuo had never thought that there would be a child who called him dad.

He thought that he would never have a child in this life.

Obviously, the child appeared suddenly, but everything he had just experienced made him believe it.

The middle-aged doctor trembled his hands, gently and carefully, as if he was treating a treasure that would break if touched.

The child smiled in surprise. He had not learned the roundabout way of adults, and asked expectantly and directly, "Dad, do you like me to be your child?"

Yin Zhuo nodded, and for some reason his eyes were a little hot. He smiled cautiously, "Dad likes it."

The little boy's eyes showed joy, and he said, "Dad likes you too."

"Go back quickly, you can't stay outside for long."

Treating this soul that was already conscious when it was crushed, Wei Mingyan's attitude was much gentler than that of Yin Zhuo. He touched the child's head again, watching him reluctantly leave, looking back every three steps.

Yin Zhuo subconsciously stretched out his hand to let the child return to his side. In his hand, he seemed to still have the touch of the child.

Soft, tender, the feeling of being a father, it turns out to be so good.

"He is special." Watching the child disappear, Wei Mingyan said calmly, "Other children only become conscious after birth, but he woke up while still in the womb."

"Generally, after being born, they will forget the memory of the mother, but he died before he was born."

"When the forceps came in, he wanted to hide, but the uterus was so small that there was no place for him to hide. He was too young and didn't understand anything. His soul was weak and he could only follow his own body. Your wife burned incense and he stayed in the hospital, calling her mom every day."

"You shouldn't have had a child, but because of the kindness of both of you, this child is living smoothly. Although your wife is old, she will be very well behaved and won't make trouble for her. This child will be born smoothly. He is shy, filial, and loves his parents deeply. He will be the reward for your kindness."

After Wei Mingyan finished speaking, he pushed Yin Zhuo beside him forward, "Go back, they are all waiting for you."

Yin Zhuo felt lighter all over, and when he opened his eyes again, his whole body was in pain, especially his head, which hurt as if it was about to explode.

He coughed, opened his eyes with great effort, and met his wife's tearful face.

"Old Yin, Old Yin, you're awake, you scared me to death..."

The wife was crying breathlessly, and it was obvious that she was very scared. Yin Zhuo stretched out his hand and held her cold hand, "I'm fine..."

"It's good that you're fine, it's good that you're fine..."

"Where's Mr. Wei..."

"What Mr. Wei?"

"It's..." Yin Zhuo's brain was full of things, and it was very difficult to sort them out. Those very surreal words seemed like his dream.

Maybe, it was really a dream...

He felt an itch in his throat, coughed, and suddenly felt that he was holding something in his hand.

"What do I have in my hand?"

The wife pulled his hand away with red eyes, took it out and looked at it, "It's two hundred yuan, don't you like to bring money when you go out?"

Two hundred yuan...

Yin Zhuo lay down relaxedly, with blood on his face and a severe headache, but he smiled.

"Old Yin, are you stupid? What are you laughing at? Doesn't your head hurt?"

"No, I just want to recover soon."

Early, to welcome their child.

***

"The husband of Dr. Ge who helped you deliver was hit by the bus stop sign. She couldn't even stand steadily at the time, and she rushed to the front in a panic. But I heard that her husband woke up again. The chief surgeon said that the problem was not serious."

"Fortunately, nothing happened. Dr. Ge is such a good person. I heard that her husband is also very good. He has worked in our hospital for such a long time and has a very good reputation." Fu Yunyun's leg injury has not healed yet, but she ran to see the child with a cane.

"Can you handle the busy outside?" Qian Miao asked.

"It's OK. A rescuer was injured in our hospital. I heard him say that the fire seemed unextinguishable, but it was put out somehow. Many people were rescued. It was much better than expected."

"Now the three hospitals have divided the patients. It was a bit chaotic at the beginning, but it's all settled now."

As she was talking, Fu Yunyun's phone suddenly rang. She answered a few times, stood up quickly with a worried look on her face, and walked out with a cane, "I'll go now."

"Ah? Are you okay?"

She breathed a sigh of relief, her expression relaxed again, and she hung up the phone and said to her friend, "My second aunt's cousin's child hit his head. My cousin went on a business trip, and my sister-in-law was the only one here. She couldn't handle it alone. I'll go to the pediatrician to take care of you."

Qian Miaogang nodded, and Wei Jin came in from outside with water, "Yunyun, are you leaving?"

"Yes, my relative's child is in the hospital. I'll go take a look."

Fu Yunyun responded with a smile and passed Wei Jin. Because the door was too narrow, the two inevitably bumped into each other.

She didn't take it seriously and quickly got off the elevator and went to the pediatric department to find her cousin-in-law.

As we were about to arrive, a familiar figure suddenly appeared in front of us.

Bai Yumu's expression was full of worry, his eyebrows furrowed on his handsome face, and he followed a girl holding a child to persuade her, "Xiaoxi, let me hold her. Your hands will be sore after holding her for so long."

The girl's face was sullen, and her hands were trembling slightly, whether from fatigue or fear, but even so, she still insisted on holding the child and moving forward.

Fu Yunyun happened to come over and was stunned when she saw Bai Yumu, "Huh? What a coincidence?"

Bai Yumu's face changed slightly, and he forced a smile, "Yes."

"Well, Yunyun, I have something to do, so I'll leave first." He subconsciously glanced at the girl next to him, and was about to say goodbye to Fu Yunyun.

"Okay, go ahead. By the way, pets are not allowed in our hospital. Let's take this dog outside to the lobby first."

The silent girl paused. Her eyes were bloodshot. She turned her head in a daze and looked at Fu Yunyun who was holding a cane.

"What did you say? What kind of dog?"

"Isn't this dog yours?" Fu Yunyun looked at the yellow dog that had been following the girl in confusion, "I'm sorry, I saw it was following you, so I thought it was your dog."

The girl followed Fu Yunyun's gaze and looked over.

There was nothing there except the floor.

The author has something to say: Red envelopes will be given to the first ten little angels, and then ten random little angels will be given out.

There is one more update, before twelve o'clock, everyone

I thought I would happily wander around when I returned to my hometown, but I was wrong. My home has mountains, water, flowers and birds, but there is no internet.

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