Oncology Physician Life

Chapter 90 Chapter 89 It's just that you just met me

In the early morning of the hospital, the corridor was empty, only the white light was shining on the clean floor tiles in the corridor, and the sky outside the window was filled with hazy moonlight.

Ji Han stood outside the ward separated by glass, his figure was hidden in the darkness, watching the scene in the ward, he was silent all the time, and he didn't move for a long time.

In the lighted ward, Jiang Li's face was pale due to too much bleeding. He was lying on the bed with disheveled hair. The blood-stained white coat had been taken off her body by the nurse. The bleeding left her in a great void.

The cut blood vessel on the neck has been sutured, and was pasted with an incision patch. Although anti-inflammatory injections were given, the area around the wound was still red and swollen.

Ji Han pressed the electric door leading to the ward, and sat down beside Jiang Li's bed.

He firmly grasped Jiang Li's weak and cold hand, and pressed her cold palm into his hot palm.

In his sleep, Jiang Li felt as if he had been asleep for a century.

It was raining heavily outside, one autumn rain and one cold, Jiang Li was also awakened by the sound of rain, the glass in front of him was covered by rain, and the night outside was still dark.

The light in the ward hit his face, reflecting Ji Han's haggard face.

She looked at the hand that had been held by the other party all the time, and her heart suddenly settled down, not wanting to wake him up.

In the steel and concrete city life, there is pressure and competition everywhere, and oncologists are the same. They are exhausted every day, trying their best to find a way out for patients. This kind of life almost excludes romance and tenderness.

It was as if during the daytime, Jiang Li witnessed with his own eyes the director of oncology surgery, Qi Song, who was undergoing an emergency tumor removal operation, and was told that his father died in the emergency room downstairs because of a hemangioma burst tube.

When the call was made from downstairs to the upstairs operating room, Qi Song only had time to come down to take a quick look at his dead father before returning to the operating room to continue the operation.

Everyone thought that Director Qi was very strong, but right after the operation, Qi Song was crying in his father's body.

In the dim peripheral vision, Jiang Li took a few seconds to get used to it.The severe pain in her neck made her groan uncontrollably in her hoarse voice.

She felt the warmth in the palm of her hand, and turned her head slightly, but the eyelashes at the corners of Ji Han's eyes were wet, piercing through the white sheet, and a large area was wet.

He cried when she fell asleep.

Looking closely at Ji Han's gentle sleeping face, Jiang Li actually felt distressed.

He must be terrified, right?

After all, I have been in the oncology department for so long, I am used to seeing so many life and death, I have fought various cancers, and I have never seen him cry when I was racing against time on the operating table to rescue those patients who were struggling on the front line of death. appearance.

Jiang Li once thought that Ji Han was strong, or that he was born without the lacrimal gland.

But now, he was crying.

like a child.

Jiang Li was a little numb from the hand he pressed against her mouth, she struggled a bit, but was held tightly by him.

Suddenly, Ji Han opened his eyes, he looked at Jiang Li who had woken up, saw the familiar wry smile on her mouth, and suddenly fell silent.

Looking at his silent appearance, Jiang Li was a little at a loss, and jokingly said: "Why are you silent? Seeing you like this makes me quite scared."

Jiang Li winked playfully at Ji Han.

Ji Han stared blankly at Jiang Li, tears fell silently from the corner of his eyes.

"You, are you really crying?" Jiang Li panicked.

Ji Han looked very much like her eight-year-old nephew who had been wronged, she couldn't see anyone crying.

"No...it's okay," Ji Han wiped away tears in a panic, "Maybe there's something in his eye."

Got something?

Jiang Li looked at the sterile ward, can things be put in here?
"sorry."

Suddenly, Ji Han's words startled her.

"How do you feel? Does the wound still hurt?"

Looking at the tension and concern on the other person's face, Jiang Li shook his head, propped himself up, got out of bed and put on his shoes: "Let's go home!"

Ji Han hurriedly got up: "This ward is specially opened for you, and it's still raining heavily outside..."

Jiang Li patted his hand lightly: "It doesn't matter if I am injured, there is no need to waste medical resources."

Ji Han couldn't resist her, so he could only pick up his coat and help her walk towards the outside of the hospital building.

The night was full of sparse neon lights, and the two of them stepped on the puddles on the ground and walked towards the parking place.

Ji Han thoughtfully fastened her seat belt, turned around and sat in the driver's seat, but did not start the car.

Jiang Li looked at him sideways, and suddenly asked: "Are you angry?"

Ji Han remained silent.

Jiang Li smiled: "Didn't I say it, my injury is nothing."

Ji Han turned his head and glanced at her: "If the glass shards penetrate three centimeters, do you know that you are hopeless?"

Jiang Li fell silent.

She suddenly figured out the problem that had troubled her for many years. In fact, there is no such thing as a natural design in this world. Thousands of people may be a natural design. Everyone may fall in love with each other after meeting, and finally stay together for life , no one is the only one.

It's just that you just happened to meet me, and I just happened to meet you.

Listening to the music playing in the car, Jiang Li said with emotion: "I have been to many places over the years, including Washington, Detroit, Florence, Tokyo, Japan, and Seoul, South Korea. I have seen many patients. Every time I go to a city, I feel , It’s just that there are so many people in this city and it seems very crowded, which makes me always feel a little uncomfortable. Later, even if I bought a house in Washington, I thought I had a home, but I didn’t feel at home for a day in that house It’s more like a place for me to rest and sleep until I return to China, to Shanghai…”

Jiang Li turned his head and glanced at Ji Han: "Old Ji, do you know how I feel when I return to our wedding room and take the first step into that room?"

Before Ji Han could speak, Jiang Li answered by himself: "It's the feeling of home. In the past, my mother always told me that when a daughter grows up, she must leave the arms of her parents and go to the outside world. She has to travel a long way. Road, to many places, I think I listened to my mother, I went to many places and walked a long way, but I came back here."

"Because there are friends I miss here, such as Lao Wei, Xiao Nan, and you, Ji Han!"

The rain continued to fall, crackling against the car windows.

The two people in the car did not speak. Their gazes shifted from the cliff-like skyscrapers outside the car window to the neon-lit night, and gradually landed on each other's faces.

Ji Han looked at Jiang Li who was staring at him, and suddenly said: "Actually, I have always regretted why I obediently listened to you seven years ago and went to the Civil Affairs Bureau for divorce. That was the most regretful thing I did in my life. One thing, because I can't stop myself from thinking about you at all!"

The car was quiet for a few seconds, when Jiang Li suddenly put his arms around his head and kissed his lips proactively.

The sound of the rain outside the car became louder and louder, covering up the passionately kissing figure in the car.

(End of this chapter)