"264968" Song Yan Su Chengyu

Chapter 1 Don't Come Unscathed

Crush is a lonely trip.

You crossed the mountains for that person, but he passed you by...

Nanling TV, medical science program live broadcast scene.

Song Yan, wearing a white coat, sat in front of the camera, intellectually gentle.

"Thank you very much for dr. Song's first aid knowledge, and then the interactive session, asking the audience questions." The host on the side said.

The camera turned to the audience, and a girl took the microphone: "Dare I ask, is the ring on Dr. Song's ring finger sent by her boyfriend?" ”

As soon as she asked her words, everyone at the scene was in an uproar, and their eyes were all on the stage to Look at Song Yan on the stage.

Song Yan subconsciously rubbed the old silver ring on his fingers, and the smile on his face was polite and restrained.

"No." It's an ex-boyfriend.

People who like it from sixteen to twenty-six.

"It seems to be an extraordinary existence." The host smiled and put an end to the topic, and then returned to the truth, "Next is the guest assessment link, there is a guest in this issue- Su Chengyu, the first gold medal captain of Nanling Airlines, to play!" ”

Su Chengyu's three words shocked Song Yan's eardrums with a roar.

She followed the movement of the spotlight and fixed her gaze on the revolving door.

The music sounded, and a tall man in a white captain's uniform came out, his face cold and wretched.

Song Yan watched in shock, her breathing stagnant.

It's really him...

She had never imagined that their reunion after five years would be so unexpected.

The host smiled and introduced Su Chengyu's identity to the crowd, and then took out the questionnaire form and began to assess.

Every first aid knowledge that Song Yan taught just now, the man answered like a stream.

The host praised: "Captain Song is really worthy of the name, the next is the practical drill link, is the captain willing to give us Dr. Song as a model?" ”

The audience applauded and applauded, expecting the interaction between the doctor and the captain.

Song Yan looked at Su Chengyu and was in a somewhat worried mood.

Just as she was speculating about the man's reaction, Su Chengyu's voice came from the speakers in the four corners of the stage.

"No." His words silenced everyone at the scene.

Under the host's inquiring eyes, Su Chengyu's face did not change a bit.

"I have a fetish for cleanliness." He opened his thin lips lightly and looked uninhibited.

The light was dazzling, making Song Yan's face pale.

She lowered her eyes, and the bitterness at the bottom of her eyes could not be concealed.

In the past, when the two were together, there were girls who took the initiative to show kindness to Su Chengyu, and at that time, he would always say: "I have a cleaning habit, please keep your distance." ”

Then, despite the scrutiny of others, he pulled Song Yan away.

But now, his cleanliness was only directed at her.

Time takes away not only youth, but also the beauty of the past...

"It turns out that Captain Song, who we are not afraid of heaven, is actually afraid of Dr. Song."

The host used a joke to resolve the embarrassment of the scene, and then summoned another volunteer to the stage as a model.

Song Yan stabilized her emotions and continued to record the program.

An hour later, the live stream ended.

Song Yan took off her white coat and got up and went to the bathroom.

She washed her hands with cold water, but felt the ring on her ring finger burn a little.

She tried to take it off, but failed again.

After eight years of wearing it, I couldn't take it off or put it down.

Song Yan looked at herself in the mirror, and her mind came to mind Su Chengyu, who was wearing the captain's uniform just now.

On the day she was sixteen, a glimpse of the flag-raising ceremony on the playground made her get to know him.

At this point, in her three years of high school, every corner of her eyes was him.

Then in college, Song Yan met and knew him on the streets of his hometown city, until they fell in love and separated...

At this time, there was a sound of footsteps behind him, and there were a few wisps of looseness in the slow sinking.

Song Yan's back stiffened, and she turned around somewhat slowly.

Su Chengyu walked in, unscrewed the faucet and washed his hands.

The slender ten-fingered bones are distinct and as beautiful as ever.

Looking at his hands that controlled the life and death of the plane, Song Yan plucked up the courage to break the five-year silence between them.

"I haven't seen you in a long time."

Su Chengyu turned around, approached her indifferently, and then——

Pass.

Chapter 2 Delivered to the Door

At that moment, it was as if a blunt knife had cut through Song Yan's heart.

Looking at the man who turned to leave, the blood on her face faded.

It turned out that eighteen hundred days and nights of waiting were exchanged for only such a back.

"Ding" a burst of mobile phone ringtone, pulling back Song Yan's thoughts.

She adjusted her mood and answered the phone.

"Ann."

An An is her college classmate and girlfriend, and a witness to her and Su Chengyu's end-of-life relationship.

"Dr. Song, I arranged a blind date for you yesterday, why did you release other people's pigeons again?" An Ann questioned on the phone.

Song Yan was a little helpless: "The work in the hospital is too busy, and there is really no time." ”

"Did you have no time or did you not put it down?" An An ruthlessly exposed his friend's lies and sighed, "Yeon-yeon, how long will it take you to get out of your last relationship?" ”

Song Yan held the phone, a little trance-like.

"Almost there." After a while, she will be able to let go completely.

An An did not continue to ask questions, a series of words of concern with full of pity.

After hanging up the phone, Song Yan looked at the plain silver ring on her ring finger and slightly restrained herself.

The evening finishing work was over, and the first season of the medical science program also came to an end.

At the celebration feast.

The director saluted everyone cup by cup and walked towards Song Yan with a glass.

"Dr. Song, thanks to you, the show fans say you are beautiful and connotative, and the content of the lecture is easy to understand and accept."

Song Yan touched the cup and smiled gently: "It is extremely honorable." ”

After three rounds of drinking, the atmosphere that was still somewhat restrained gradually became active, and the truth or dare was played.

The dice fell steadily, and the number pointed to Su Chengyu in the corner.

"Does Captain Song want to choose Truth or Adventure?" The crowd asked.

Su Chengyu, who was shaking his wine glass, raised his eyelids indifferently: "Casual." ”

A young girl immediately drew a card from the truth: "Captain Song, how did you and your ex meet?" ”

The word predecessor caught Song Yan's nerves.

She looked somewhat reservedly at the man sitting in the corner of the box, the flickering neon lights not reflecting his expression at the moment.

In the next instant, she heard Su Chengyu's answer.

"Delivered it to the door myself."

The man's words shocked everyone present, and they immediately laughed.

Only Song Yan was alone, her pale face bowed her head, and her fingertips trembled slightly.

When they were together, it was indeed she who took the initiative to send it to the door.

In her sophomore year, Song Yan braved the pouring rain and sent him the materials that Su Chengyu had left out in the library.

Downstairs, she was soaking wet, except for the materials she was guarding in her arms.

After handing over the information to Su Chengyu, she was ready to rush into the rain curtain to leave.

But behind him, the sound of the teenager's cold rain came from the ground.

"Want to try to get involved?"

The rain that day was very heavy, but she remembered everything Su Chengyu said until now.

If it weren't for that turn, Song Yan would have stayed in the ninety-ninth step of his stride forever.

But after a hundred steps, they still became each other's passers-by.

The atmosphere in the box made Song Yan no longer able to hide her emotions, and she got up and left on the pretext of being unwell and fled.

Sleepless nights.

The next day, Song Yan went to the hospital as usual.

As an internet celebrity doctor in the emergency department, there is an endless stream of patients who hang up her number.

It wasn't until 5:30 p.m. that she was able to catch her breath.

"Dr. Song, there is an anonymous patient who has not come, and the nurse at the guidance desk is calling to inquire." Physician assistant Wan Rui handed warm water and whispered a reminder.

Song Yan waved her hand at her: "You go first, and I will receive the last patient." ”

Wan Rui's eyes lit up, and he picked up the thick medical records on the table: "Thank you Dr. Song." ”

The door of the waiting room was closed, and the shallow smile on Song Yan's face gradually converged, which was covered by a touch of astringency.

She took out a '0125' registration form from her bag, scanned the code and entered the system for registration.

On the computer screen, the patient information is displayed -

Patient: Song Yan.

Her last patient today is herself.

Chapter III Physicians

Song Yan opened the drug collection system in the file and prescribed a series of prescription drugs to herself.

After anonymizing all the names, she turned off her computer and got up and walked out of the clinic.

pharmacy.

The colleague looked at the list handed by Song Yan and raised an eyebrow: "Dr. Song, your relative has come to get medicine again." ”

Song Yan smiled, "Yes." ”

"Or persuade her to come to the hospital for treatment." The colleague lamented and advised, "Stomach cancer is advanced, but it is fatal." ”

Song Yan's hanging hand was slightly curled up, and the expression on her face was impermanent: "Thank you, I will persuade her." ”

Taking the medicine, she turned and walked back, her expression gradually converging until she was bitter.

Healers do not heal themselves, and it is difficult for people to cross themselves.

This is probably her biggest difficulty as a doctor...

In the evening, Luwan Community.

Song Yan boiled hot water and swallowed the medicine.

The bitter taste spread down her taste buds to her heart, making her stomach feel like a river overturned.

She endured the nausea and swallowed some flowery pills.

She hadn't eaten dinner yet, but the pills were enough to fill her stomach.

Song Yan curled up on the sofa, the coldness of the room with a bone-chilling coolness.

"Ding" The phone rings the video phone rings.

She picked up the phone with some weariness, and quickly got up and rubbed her pale face, before slowly pressing the access button.

"Dad, Tashi Delek." She greeted her in a cheerful tone.

His father was a Red Cross support doctor, and he went wherever there was a need.

From the outskirts of Beijing to the northern barren mountains to the western frontier, I have been in Tibet for two years now.

At the other end of the video, a middle-aged man with red cheeks smiles and reveals a mouthful of large white teeth.

"Yeon-yeon, are you okay in Nanling?" Father Song's voice permeated a few strands of sand that had stood the sand for a long time.

Song Yan raised her fingertips to brush her father's face, smiled and replied: "Eat well, sleep well, work well, what about you?" ”

"It's very good, every day tibetan people send me Hada, and when I have time, my father will send it back to you to ensure peace."

Listening to her father's words, Song Yan's nose suddenly soured.

"That is the blessing given to you by the Tibetan people, and you put it away yourself and bless you with peace and smoothness over there." She tilted her head back, not letting the mist in her eye sockets overflow.

Father Song sighed, and the longing in his expression overflowed into words.

"Silly boy, Dad has been practicing medicine all his life, and your safety and health are Dad's greatest wish."

Song Yan's heart trembled, and the hand holding the sofa tightened a few points.

She wants peace and she wants health.

But how is she going to open her mouth and tell her father about her physical condition...

"Dad, when are you coming back?" She choked up, with hope.

As soon as her voice dropped, the video interface suddenly shook a little, and then an anxious Tibetan voice came out.

Father Song immediately responded to the other party in Tibetan, and then said to the mobile phone: "Yeon-yeon, Dad is going to see a doctor, you take care of yourself." ”

After saying that, he did not wait for any response from Song Yan and hurriedly hung up the phone.

There was a 'beep' sound, and silence returned to the room.

Song Yan held the mobile phone and felt the residual temperature of the mobile phone after the video call, like the warmth brought to her by her father.

"Dad, I miss you so much..."

In the empty room, only the night wind outside the window responded to the woman's choking.

Night.

Song Yan tossed and turned, unable to sleep at all.

So she walked over to the living room and turned on the TV.

"At 11:23 Beijing time, Linhai City suddenly experienced a magnitude 7 earthquake and tsunami on the Richter scale, bringing devastating disasters to coastal residents..."

Looking at the news, Song Yan's face suddenly became solemn.

The phone rang suddenly, hurried and nervous.

Song Yan quickly answered: "Director." ”

"Did you see the news of the tsunami disaster in Linhai City?"

"Just watched the news, I'm getting ready to come to the hospital." Song Yan, who has experience in rescue, knows the meaning of this phone call.

The director of the department at the end of the earpiece was very satisfied with Song Yan's performance.

But more than that, it's a touch of heaviness.

"The traffic in the disaster area was destroyed, and this rescue we needed to form a medical rescue team together with the air base to rush to the disaster area as quickly as possible and save people in the air."

"Mission accomplished!" Song Yan took an oath.

After hanging up the phone, she scrawled her hasty luggage and rushed to the apron with other medical staff involved in the rescue at the hospital.

Apron.

The sound of the helicopter propeller was deafening, blowing Song Yan's broken hair.

In the dim light, Su Chengyu, dressed in the captain's uniform, led the crew over.

He glanced at a dozen medical staff, fixed his gaze on Song Yan, and then approached step by step.

Song Yan looked at him and froze.

The shadows of the two gradually intertwined under the illumination of the light.

Su Chengyu walked over to Song Yan and looked at each other.

"Hello, Air Rescue Team Su Chengyu."

"Hello, Medical Ambulance Team Song Yan."