She is the Third Kind of Stunning

After rushing from the disaster area to Shiyi, the first thing Jian Qing did when she entered the Shenwai ICU was not to rush to her mother's bed, but to carefully change into an isolation gown in the isolation area.

Wei Mingming and colleagues from the department rushed over and looked at Jian Qing worriedly.

In this kind of scene, perhaps we should cry loudly and burst into tears.

But Jian Qing couldn't brew a single tear in his eyes. After putting on the mask, most of his face was covered, only a pair of eyes were exposed, and his eyes were so calm that he didn't seem to be going to see dying family members, but to go round the patient.

The doctors and nurses in the ICU are used to all kinds of life and death, and it's not like they haven't seen her so indifferent, but when she came back from other places, she thought she had strong feelings, but she showed such indifference, which is really contradictory.

After putting on the isolation gown, Jian Qing followed the nurse and hurried to Ruan Sheng's bedside, looking at the emaciated mother on the bed.

The mother and daughter looked at each other.

Ruan Sheng couldn't remember Jian Qing's face, but when she saw those eyes, she knew that her daughter had returned.

She wanted to reach out and touch her daughter's face, but her limbs were no longer in control.

As if seeing through her thoughts, Jian Qing took a step closer, bent down, took off the mask, took her mother's cold palm, and pressed it to her face, hesitated for a few seconds, and called out: "Mom."

How many years have you heard this title?

Ruan Sheng looked at Jian Qing with complicated eyes, his lips squirmed, and he couldn't make a sound.

Jian Qing couldn't tell what was going on in her heart, she didn't seem to feel any grief, just nothingness.

Back then, she met Ruan Sheng on the street and followed her all the way, only then did she dare to confirm that the crazy woman in ragged clothes in front of her was her mother.

She worked so hard that she sent her mother to a mental hospital for treatment.

When she was studying in a foreign country, she worked several jobs alone, barely supporting her mother's recuperation expenses and her own living expenses.

After her sister left, she lived in guilt all day long, living like a walking dead in this world. If she hadn't been thinking about the sick Ruan Sheng, perhaps, she, who was sensitive and fragile when she was young, would have jumped off the tall building long ago.

Now, Ruan Sheng is leaving too, and she is the only one left in this world.

Jian Qing met Ruan Sheng's complicated gaze, and after a while, her eyes glanced at the tube on Ruan Sheng's body. She was silent for a while, and said, "I will take care of myself, don't worry."

Leave at ease and don't suffer this kind of ordeal.

The monitor was alarming non-stop, and the values ​​were gradually approaching zero. After hearing this sentence, Ruan Sheng took a deep look at Jian Qing and closed his eyes.

Jian Qing buried her head on Ruan Sheng's thin shoulders, wrapped her arms around Ruan Sheng's neck, and called out softly: "Mom..."

She suddenly remembered that when she was very young, the three of them were walking on the road.

There was a big puddle on the road, Ruan Sheng hugged Ruan Xi, and when he was about to step over the puddle, he turned his head and looked at her, then squatted down again, letting her hug her neck and lay on her back.

The mother and daughter, just hugging each other, crossed the puddle.

The doctors and nurses by the bed watched them quietly.

There were still no tears in Jian Qing's eyes. She lay on her mother's body for a while, and felt the last slight carotid pulse disappear. She got up and looked at the monitor.

Blood pressure, heartbeat, respiration, and blood oxygen are all 0.

The doctor came over, lifted Ruan Sheng's eyelids, his pupils were dilated, and after auscultation, the heart and breath sounds disappeared.

Jian Qing signed the informed consent to give up rescue.

In recent years, besides being in a bad mental state, Ruan Sheng's health has also been deteriorating. As he gets older, he suffers from a bunch of chronic diseases.

The doctor announced the time of clinical death, and took a bunch of medical documents for her to sign.

Intracranial aneurysm rupture and subarachnoid hemorrhage, Hunt-Hess V grade, deep coma, secondary rupture after surgery, hypertension, atherosclerosis...

Jane brushed through the various medical jargon in the medical records and imagined the pain her mother felt before she died.

She remembered that when she met Fu Yuan last time, Fu Yuan said that her mother's mental state had improved.

At that time, shouldn't it be picked up first?

After spending a period of time at home, perhaps, this accident will not happen, and the mother will not have to feel these pains.

Or, if you don't choose surgery, but conservative treatment, can you live longer?

These speculations are meaningless, and death is empty.

Ruan Sheng's body was temporarily placed in the mortuary of the hospital. Jian Qing went to the shroud shop to order a shroud, contacted the funeral parlor, contacted the cemetery, and made arrangements for the funeral.

No funeral is planned.

The people from the Ruan family despised Ruan Sheng for being crazy back then, and they didn't want to recognize her.

On the Jian family's side, Jian Zheng had been divorced from her for many years, and he no longer wanted to take care of her.

Fu Yuan sorted out Ruan Sheng's belongings left in the Third Courtyard, and drove them to Jian Qing's house.

Jian Qing looked at the box, took a roll of tape, and wanted to seal it directly and send it to the room in the University City to lock it, when she suddenly remembered what Lu Yinxi had said to her.

She opened the box and turned over one by one.

Clothes, shoes, scarves, gloves, spring, summer, autumn and winter, all year round outfits are all bought by her herself.

When Ruan Sheng was young, she was extremely beautiful, tasteful and loved to dress up. When she was in elementary school, Ruan Sheng went to a parent-teacher meeting, and everyone thought she was her older sister.

Every time she goes to the mall, she chooses carefully, hoping to choose clothes that suit her mother's wishes.

Ruan Sheng is getting thinner every year, and the size of her clothes is getting smaller and smaller.

Handmade beaded flowers, woven Chinese knots, clay teacup cats, embroidery, these are all made by Ruan Sheng in the hospital.

In the early years, Ruan Sheng was an untouchable daughter of a thousand gold. After divorcing while pregnant with a child, she gradually learned to be diligent and thrifty in housekeeping. child playing.

Jian Qing flipped to the end, and saw the stick figures that Fu Yuan had sorted out specially and put them in a file bag.

More than 30 sheets of drawing paper, some of which are small animals, some are little girls, and some are birthday greeting pictures.

Originally, there was only one birthday painting every year, one adult, and one little girl with braided hair.

At some point, a taller girl with disheveled hair appeared on these paintings.

A family of two has become a family of three.

There is also a sentence on each piece of paper: "Mom loves you, and Mom wants to go home to accompany you."

Followed by a big heart.

Sitting on the ground, Jian Qing looked at the paintings one by one, and gently stroked the lines with her fingertips.

After a long time, she bent her knees, hugged the painting tightly into her arms, buried her head on her knees, and wept silently.

As Jian Qing expected, the number of people in the gymnasium resettlement sites is increasing. Under the pressure of epidemic prevention, the government has established resettlement sites in various townships and began to disperse and transfer the affected people back to their hometowns.

Truckloads of people were being sent away one after another, and so many volunteers were no longer needed here.

In early June, Luyinxi returned to Jiangzhou City.

Jian Qing has settled her mother's funeral.

When a person reaches a certain age, he begins to experience farewells constantly. After her mother left, her heart was very empty.

She used work to fill it, and after three days of rest, she returned to the hospital and used her time and busyness to heal those wounds.

Birth, old age, sickness and death, joys and sorrows, happen all the time in the hospital.

Jian Qing has passed the age of being sensitive, vulnerable, and self-pitying, and will not be hysterical. She knows that people must move forward and look forward.

She only cried that once briefly, and then returned to her post calmly and calmly like a normal person, and devoted herself to work.

She doesn't complain or confide, but Lu Yinxi calls her every day. Sometimes the two of them don't talk, but they just do their own things, don't hang up the phone, and always wear a Bluetooth headset.

Accompanied by Lu Yinxi, Jian Qing's life gradually returns to the right track.

After the first three batches of medical teams returned to the hospital, they distributed questionnaires to investigate their psychological conditions in order to prevent post-disaster stress reactions.

After Hu Jianjun saw Jian Qing returning to work, he observed her for a period of time and asked the medical department to organize a hospital-wide academic lecture on mental health.

According to the regulations of the health administrative department of Jiangzhou City, the hospital must organize 1 or 2 training activities on the mental health of medical staff every year. It is also necessary to fill out questionnaires to investigate the mental health status of front-line workers. If problems are found, psychological counseling will be arranged immediately.

Although it is sometimes reduced to a face-saving project to perfunctory the inspection of the superior department, the employees in the hospital are willing to listen to the lectures in order to get credits in the school.

Jian Qing silently counted her credits, but this year has not been completed yet. After work, she went to the academic hall of the administration building to listen to lectures.

In the evening, Lu Yinxi dragged his luggage back to Jian Qing's house.

She didn't tell Jian Qing that she planned to surprise Jian Qing secretly, and even hid the shoes at the door.

The layout of the home has not changed much, it is still clean and tidy, but there are a few more handicrafts.

Lu Yinxi ordered the hand-woven coasters on the coffee table, and guessed that these were relics left by Ruan Sheng.

Jian Qing hadn't gotten off work yet, Lu Yinxi guessed that she might be working overtime, so she stood in front of the window, looked at the white building across the road, and missed her silently.

These days, Jian Qing's mood has been very calm.

She seems to be calm and mature enough, she doesn't need to do anything by herself, she can handle everything perfectly by herself, pack up her emotions decently, and don't depend on anyone...

Lu Yinxi thought about it again, she didn't seem to have anything that she could rely on

—Both her physical and psychological age are younger than her, and she is still a student without a regular job in this world. She is uncertain and ambiguous about her feelings, unable to firmly promise a future, and cannot give people any sense of security at all...

The more she thought about it, the more she felt inferior, Lu Yinxi pressed her forehead against the glass window, stretched out her hand to scratch the window glass, disgusted herself so much, she didn't know what Jian Qing saw in herself.

Maybe it's because she looks like her sister...

Feeling inferior and sad for a while, Lu Yinxi was hungry, so she packed up her emotions and went to the kitchen to make dinner.

After finishing dinner alone, and Jian Qing hadn't returned home, Lu Yinxi took the food to keep warm.

After a tiring day, she took a shower, watched a movie on the sofa and waited for Jian Qing to come home from get off work, and fell asleep after watching.

The academic lecture ended at 8:30 p.m., and after leaving the hospital, Jian Qing went to the supermarket to buy some fruits and brought them home.

Because of her childhood experience, she was very suspicious. When she lived alone, she would put a toothpick on an inconspicuous place on the hinge of the door when she went out. Once the door was opened, the toothpick would fall off.

There is also a carpet at the door, with blue carbon paper and white paper under the carpet. If someone steps on it, it will leave footprints.

When Jian Qing returned to the door of the house, she saw the toothpick that had fallen, and when she opened the carpet, she also saw a footprint.

Female footprints.

She had a rough guess in her heart, but she still turned on the mobile phone monitoring, called up the video at home, saw the person lying on the sofa, and opened the door to go in.

She tiptoed in, not wanting to wake up Lu Yinxi.

Lu Yinxi was in the disaster area and hadn't had a good night's sleep for many days. He returned to a familiar place and slept deeply.

Sitting beside her, Jian Qing curled her slender fingers, gently scratched her face with the backs of her fingers, and looked at her quietly.

She was wearing a white nightgown, lying on her side, her exposed neck was white and slender, as if it would break if pinched.

Jian Qing likes her unconscious and fragile appearance when she is asleep, as if she can be manipulated at will.

Desperate for destruction, Jian Qing stretched out his hand and gently put it on her neck.

The fingertips touched her pulsating carotid artery, and warm blood flowed through her veins.

Fresh and powerful life.

Jian Qing didn't intend to hurt the sleeping person, but just bent down, kissed the cheek tenderly, and asked in a low voice: "I only have you, do you still want to leave me?"

She has been waiting for her to take the initiative to stay and stay by her side sincerely. After waiting for a long time, her patience is almost exhausted.

If she still wants to escape now, she will use all means to imprison people by her side.

The author has something to say: The cuteness of being a young girl is that she is rational, calm, forbearing, perfect and strong on the surface, and her paranoia and flaws are buried deep in her heart.

Serious ps: In the case of Hunt-Hess V grade intracranial aneurysm rupture, the mainstream view in the past was no surgery and conservative treatment. In recent years, there have been literatures showing that immediate surgery has a probability of recovery, and conservative treatment may delay vitality. In short, it depends on individual circumstances, Probability, and doctor skills~~~

References for chapters 78 to 86:

[1] Documentary "Shocking the Wenchuan Earthquake";

[2] Documentary "The Living";

[3] Documentary "Ten Days in the Disaster Area";

[1], [3] are more tragic, with more touching stories and rescue scenes, [2] "The Living" is more routine, and it really shows the lives of ordinary people after the disaster, without sensationalism or exaggeration, There are very few tears, but it is very plain and true to record their bit by bit