80 military doctor's little wife

Tang Yuxin is still standing, not moving more than half a step, and her eyes fall on Qin ziye's face again, cold, clear, but has been no half of the ripples.

She is always a cold person, sorry for her people, and then deep feelings, she will give up, maybe she is also a woman without feelings, she does not even want to recognize her own mother, let alone such a cheated relationship.

Some things, she thought, she still had a period.

The process of ending is not escape.

She clenched her arm, and then walked forward, also standing beside the hospital bed. This man is not Qin ziye in the past, and his life has been tortured by disease.

Even his life is about to be lost.

"Yu Xin..." Qin ziye called the name of Tang Yu Xin, but the voice was very difficult, even more difficult to export.

"It's good to see you," he chuckled, "at least, I can see you in the last days, and..." he stretched out his hand, this pair of thin and bloodless hands in the air, seems to want to catch something, also like to want others to help him catch something, but finally this hand is still in the air, lonely..

Even he himself gave up, let alone other people.

"I..." he just said a sentence, he coughed violently, his face was coughing, with some frustration, he still owed her a sorry, that is, he never said sorry.

And he actually found out that, when he saw her, his whole life, even if he died, seemed to be able to follow her.

He really wanted to say sorry, but the last three words still didn't come out.

Tang Yuxin turns around, then opens the door and goes out. When she turns back again, she finds that Qin ziye is holding the sheet tightly, while a tear is rolling down the corner of his eye.

Who is the man in the world who will cry for her? She once thought that if there is a man crying for her, she will marry him. But now such tears are not what she wants.

She went to the dean's office again

After a while, when she came out again, the Dean behind her sighed heavily.

The president said, Yu Xin, you really think clearly.

She said yes.

The president said that your body can't donate bone marrow now, otherwise it may affect your health. Even if you want to donate, it will be half a year later.

Six months later, people will be ashes, she said.

And what else can the Dean say, whether to donate or not, no one can decide for her, only she, only she can.

Tang Yuxin walked out of the hospital. At this time, under the bright sky, the blue was so clear and clean. A leaf just fell in front of her, and then fell gently. She bent down and picked up the leaf from the ground.

The beginning of life, or the end of life.

She took the leaves to her eyes, and could see the lines on the withered leaves, one by one, as if she could still feel the green at that time. She put the leaves under a big tree.

It's the end and the beginning.

Then she went into the hospital again. Of course, she made a decision. She donated the bone marrow.

Because I don't care. This is an ordinary person. For her, it's just a patient. For a doctor, is it important that a patient is male or female, she knows or doesn't know, or who she was before?

In fact, she is not as unsuitable for donating bone marrow as others think. When she first knew that the person was Qin ziye, she didn't want to donate, so she secretly used drugs to adjust her body. In fact, it was not so serious. She was in good health, and she could donate bone marrow completely, but she didn't want to.

But now, after she met that person, suddenly, she began to let go.

Those who love and those who like are not all in the past.

When she saw him, she was very calm. Her heart no longer had the original palpitation. The man who made her heart beat with the smile of holding the child had died in her memory. The man who always made her feel that she would be looking for was also gone.

Now Qin ziye is just a sick and dying patient. What else is there after that.

It seems that there is nothing left.

"Are you ready, Dr. Tang?" The doctor asked Tang Yuxin, "there will be some pain, but we will give you anesthetics. Will you insist for a while first?"

"I see," said Tang Yuxin, who was lying on the bed. Her eyes were white to clean, white to transparent. The only color was the quiet words not far away.

When she felt the pain coming from her back, she could not help frowning, and the pain was not the end, but the beginning.

She grasped the bed sheet under her body, the cold sweat on her forehead rolled down, and almost all her white fingers were about to break.

She was in pain. She wanted to cry.

She could feel the needle sticking into the bone behind her.

Just like that, and then draw something from it, even the needle is still moving around.

Her face is more and more bad, her fingers are also tightly clenching the sheets, and the cold sweat is almost wet her clothes, her body muscles are almost taut to the extreme, her body began to tremble, is also in spasm.

She was suffering, but it still hurt.

The two doctors pressed her tightly to prevent her from moving.

Her fingers are almost broken here, even her feet are tightly up.

Then Gebeng, it seems that something is disconnected from her. She is lying on the bed, breathing like this, but her muscles are still very tense.

Even according to her doctor, are some do not have the heart, and even they are red eyes, secretly crying.

This one really hurts.

People are flesh and blood, how can not hurt, but still have to bear, this is the price of saving lives.

Until the needle was removed, even the doctor was in a cold sweat. He wiped the sweat on his head, and his clothes were almost wet through. At this time, the clothes on Tang Yu's heart were all wet and light. I'm afraid they could be twisted out of water.

Her hands were released at last, but the sheets were not like that.

At this time, her hair has been attached to the face, long eyelashes gently shake off, moisture is also spread in the corner of her eyes.

The doctor took out the bone marrow and gave it to Qin ziye's attending doctor.