Chapter 28:

The fingers that have been operating on the operating table for many years are tough and powerful, and the seemingly very light movements can't be earned at all.
Qi Qi's hand seemed to be relieved of strength, lost balance for a while, and followed Shen Yan's downward motion on the seat cushion between the two.
The rain continues.
A taxi piano solo is playing on the radio channel of the taxi. The tune is long and quiet, and it is suitable for listening with the pattering rain outside the car window.
The taxi driver seemed to be immersed in the music, humming the beat gently, the rest of his attention was completely on the steering wheel.
Small return period is outside, licking his paw.
Qi Qi's back straightened. He wanted to sit up a little and move to a position near the car window. But now he can't even sit up, not only can his knees be weak, but his toes are soft and unobtrusive.
All perception seems to be concentrated on the right hand.
I feel that it is not the hand that is being held, but the heart.
Because the heart squeezed in an instant, there was an illusion of being firmly grasped, a violent heartbeat thumped, thumped, and even brought a slight tinnitus.
He didn't know if his hand was shaking, because the other's hand seemed to be shaking too.
Four fingers circled from his tiger's mouth and reached into the palm of his hand, while his thumb pressed against his little finger's knuckle. The place where the palm of your hand covers the back of the hand fits tightly. Perhaps the temperature is too high and you sweat a little.
Over time, you can even feel each other's pulse.
Once, again.
His, Shen Yan ’s, ca n’t tell which one is faster—
The prelude to the piano song passed, and the speed of the keys began to accelerate, just like the rapid raindrops outside the window.
Shen Yan's hand remained motionless for a long time, just holding it like this.
At this time, the thumb suddenly loosened a little, and then held more firmly, the fingertip gently rubbed along the edge of his joint, as if drawing the outline there.
Whenever rubbed, the dizziness in front of Qi Zi's eyes aggravated, and the throat jumped suddenly.
"Shen Yan." He involuntarily called the other party's name.
I do n’t know if I want to remind him or myself. Or maybe nothing, mutter to yourself in a trance.
But the man seemed to be able to hear it, and suddenly said softly, "The Band-Aid."
Qi Qi froze.
"The band-aid ... was scratched by the little guy." The speech was very slow, calm and restrained.
Qi Zi discovered that the last place where his thumb stopped was the band-aid on the back of his hand, the wound he had scratched when he helped Xiaogui to take a shower.
The band-aid was wetted with water several times in the past two days, and the surface has started to wrinkle. When I just teased the cat, I accidentally scratched it twice with the paw of the little guy, and really turned up a small horn. Even so, Shen Yan does not need to press it down with his entire hand, nor does he need to hold it there all the time.
I thought I had a bad excuse, but I didn't expect Shen Yan's excuse to be greener than his.
However, he did not want to go through it.
The outside of the car was obviously rainy and rainy, but the air inside the car was very dry. It was probably because of the heating. When the voice of Qi Qi's throat made a pain, "It was ... two days ago ... The place."
Shen Yan said nothing. The thumb is still fixed on it, not meant to be removed.
Qi Chen did not urge or speak again.
He turned his head and silently watched the oblique rain traces on the window glass. The lights on the road dyed them warm, and the color looked like plums that had not yet fully matured-even the taste in my heart.
Before tasting a little sweetness, it was more sour.
There is still a distance from the destination. In this small but warm car, the wind and rain and coldness of the outside world have nothing to do with him temporarily, and can be greedy for a while. Pretend not to know, pretend not to understand, let go of the so-called sense of reason and responsibility of adults, and return to the innocence of teenagers when they were teenagers.
At this time and here, he could not lie to himself, saying that he was not happy.
He was simply ... terribly happy.
The piano piece on the radio channel finally ended, and the host's voice rang again, ready to read the next letter from the audience. This seems to be a music on demand program.
"This listener friend said that his classmates in college were about to get married, and a special song was broadcast in advance to bless him. He said so in his letter," Good brother, I heard that you are finally going to take off your order, I am here Let me say congratulations first. I wish you and your wife a dear love, a hundred years of good luck, and happiness for a long time. "
The tone of the host is the same as the content of the letter, full of joy and bright feeling.
Qi Qi suddenly stunned. He saw his reflection in the window glass, his face was not much better than the gray sky outside.
He once said similar words, similar blessings.
Because his voice was particularly scratchy, and his teeth were clear and his sentences were fluent, he was also invited to act as the master of ceremonies at the wedding, smiling face to face with the guests, and speaking out sentence by sentence.
Suddenly, these details shook out in the memory and smashed down messily, as if pouring cold water on the head.
Qi Qi shuddered violently and pulled out her hand very hard.
A playful and lively love song began to come out of the car speaker. The lyrics told a happyending story. The rhythm was brisk, but he couldn't keep up with the speed of his blinking.
"I'm sorry." After the eyelids stopped blinking, the eyes didn't have the courage to look at the people beside them.
Shen Yan did not ask him the meaning of this sentence.
But Qi Qi knew that he would understand, and took all the responsibility on himself: "I just might be a little strange."
The shadow of the wiper flickered in front of the eyes, and the sound was monotonous, accompanied by the joyful singing in the speaker, which strongly contrasted with the silence of this moment.
I don't know how long the language has disappeared.
The person who reopened was Shen Yan.
"That wound ... should be healed, take the band-aid off." His voice was much calmer than Qi Qi thought. It's just that it sounds like a lot of effort.
"No." Qi Qi shook her head gently. "Remove it and you will see scars."
Even if the wound underneath is healed, the scar must still be there.
Moreover, the scar must be very ugly-
auzw.com If possible, he would rather not let Shen Yan see it from the beginning. Shen Yan should be left with the best impression, not a scar.
For the rest of the journey, the two returned to the silence when they first got on the bus.
It's nine o'clock after arriving at the hospital. On Saturday, the hospital is only open until two o'clock in the afternoon. There are many people visiting the hospital during the weekend, so those who need to do multiple examinations must hurry up.
Before getting off the train, Shen Yan, who had been silent since the end of their conversation, finally said three words: "Wait a minute."
As he was before getting on the bus today, he first held the small return period, and then went around to Qi Qi to open the door for him and hold him an umbrella to protect him from the rain. It was only a dozen meters away from the entrance of the hospital at the drop-off point. In fact, this was not necessary at all, but his silence made Qi Qi feel bored and did not refuse.
Ms. Pang, the head nurse, saw Shen Yan who was on vacation today, and her reading glasses slipped on the bridge of her nose: "Dr. Shen? Why are you here? You are not today--"
It was too late to finish the conversation, and suddenly saw Qi Qi hanging behind him with a gypsum tube and a slight bitter smile.
This time the glasses almost slipped down.
I have n’t seen it for a while, Qi Qi's whole person looks a lot lighter, the spirit is far less than the first meeting, the face shows a trace of haggard, the complexion is very poor, let alone the plaster on his hand I know something happened. Ms. Pang hurriedly asked him to ask the cold and warm, nagging to explore the cause of the accident.
While Qi Qi was chatting with her, Yu Guang inadvertently saw Shen Yan put on a white coat, ready to check on the small return date on the tray.
His eyes couldn't help chasing it, staring at him buttoning his clothes, picking up the medical record folder, observing, and recording.
However, the small return period needed to take blood, and the figure soon disappeared outside the door, disappearing into his field of vision.
Noting that he was a little distracted, Ms. Pang glanced along his eyes and found that he was looking at Shen Yanhou and said happily: "Comrade reporter, you haven't come since the report was done last time. I do n’t think of you. I ca n’t think of you as a friend of Dr. Shen.
Qi Chen froze for a moment, and smiled reluctantly: "Actually ... not very familiar yet."
However, it should be considered a friend.
Friends should be okay?
"However, I respect him very much." Qi Qi found the most appropriate and honest description. Whether it is Yan Bei when dubbing, or Shen Yan who is meticulous in front of the operating table, is the existence he admires.
Ms. Pang was still at work, and was chatting with him for less than ten minutes, and was called by the nurse to go to other wards.
Qi Qi was sitting alone in the empty office, staring blankly at a white wall.
The pet hospital is equipped with a heating system to prevent small animals from catching cold in autumn and winter, so the temperature is appropriate, and basically no coat is required. However, Shen Yan's coat did not take off from beginning to end, and he even pulled it a few times with his right hand, and the whole person shrank inside, so that the smell of the owner of the clothes above could temporarily deceive himself.
Unfortunately, the body temperature is gone.
This journey took almost an hour, and it was a matter of course that the temperature had completely dissipated.
Thinking so confused, the door of the office suddenly opened, and he thought it was Ms. Pang who came back to fetch things, but when she looked up, she met those familiar eyes.
Qi Qiao sat up straight: "Is the test result coming out?"
Shen Yan shook his head gently: "Not yet. Just measured the body temperature, it is indeed a high fever. Blood and examination will have to wait for a while, and microorganism cultivation takes more time."
So, isn't Shen Yan coming back to tell him about the small return date?
Qi Zhen was at a loss, but Shen Yan took out a brand-new band-aid at this time, tore the packaging and stickers for him, and gently handed it over: "I ’m here to give you this--regardless of the scar, at least the band-aid needs to be Renew it. I won't watch it, you post it yourself. "
The light under his eyes shuddered, and he slowly took over the things in his hand.
The exposed tape stuck firmly to the finger, like his thoughts at this time, adsorbed on the person and could not leave: "Thank you."
"You're welcome." Shen Yan nodded slightly, her eyes seemingly not staying too long on Qi Qi, and staggered away from his line of sight, turned away and went to check on the situation of the small return period.
After Shen Yan left again, Qi Qi persuaded herself to get a little more spirited, and then took out the phone to contact the TV station.
"Hello, director? It's me."
"It's Qi Qi, how are you going to recuperate?" The director of the news channel has one less powerful man. Recently, they are all frowning and whining.
"I'm thinking about work at home when I rest, do you say you are well raised?" Qi Qi deliberately ridiculed.
"Do you have any proposals?" After all, the director has known him for many years.
"Well, I really have a proposal, which is a bit related to the cat abuse report I wrote last time ... In short, I want to write to you first, and send it to you at night to see if it is feasible."
Although the experience of the small return period is only a personal experience, in other places, other hospitals and clinics must have more or less the same problems.
Pet medical institutions currently lack supervision, and the entire market is quite confusing. The problem that Shen Yan pointed out today sounds alarming. He wants to use his media channels to learn more about it. If it goes well, maybe we can open another topic and make an unannounced visit to the local pet hospital.
In fact, since he entered the reporter's business, he has been looking forward to the day when he can plan the show himself and host it himself.
TV reporters are not a lifelong system, and there are opportunities for promotion, depending on the direction and ability of each person. Some people choose management, and some people like to do program editing. Like him, who has excellent sound conditions and strong explanations, there is no shortage of possibilities to become a host in the future.
It was because of contact with Shen Yan and the small return period that he recently picked up, and his thoughts have become stronger again recently.
In the isolation ward, Qi Qi saw a small return period after drawing blood. This time it was obviously not forced by yesterday. It seemed that the blood collection was very smooth, and the needle mouth was also treated cleanly and without odor.
Shen Yan prepared a disinfected cotton quilt and a small quilt in the cage. It was very soft and comfortable. The little one no longer remembered the original blanket at all and soon fell in love with his temporary shelter. , Lying down and happily rolling.
The blood test results showed that the number of white blood cells was normal, unlike the clinic doctors said.
There is no other special symptom except fever in the small return period, it is estimated that it is a common cold, and the nurse has given it the necessary injection. However, Shen Yan was cautious and insisted on making a complete set of pathological reports because he was worried that he would be infected with other bacteria during his hospitalization.
Of course, the little guy does not know his condition, just eat and sleep.
Shen Yan flushed it with a bowl of milk powder for kittens, and also added crushed cat food, and added the necessary nutrients to supplement his body. It now regards Shen Yan as the second person who is in charge of the meal, and is a very comfortable big warm bed. When he saw him, he rubbed for a while.
Qi Qi saw that it was recovering well, and finally let go of a boulder in his heart.
"The small return period is a kitten. It is estimated that the lactase has not completely disappeared soon after weaning. You can drink a little milk. However, it will not work in the future. It cannot digest."
Shen Yan also asked Qi Qi what to feed the cat these days when making routine notes.
Qi Qi knows what should be fed and what should not be fed.
"Sure enough, I can't keep a cat," he looked at the little homecoming sleeper in the cage and smiled bitterly. "I'm always hungry, not to mention cats."
At the moment, Shen Yan's nib swiped on the paper and stopped.
The pointer on the wall clock has slowly moved to the number directly above, and the medical staff here have entered the lunch break one after another, and have gone to lunch.
He was determined to look at the title of "Diet History" on the medical records section, his eyebrows lowered, and he continued to talk.
"Qi Qi," he asked lightly, "Do you want ... to eat at my house?"