Chapter 6:

Song Yan squeezed the opponent's wrist with one hand without much force, and the opponent could not move.
Song Yan sneered: "Beating a woman? Where did you learn this unexplained problem?"
"Let me let it go! Otherwise-I-" the other party snorted.
Song Yan asked: "Otherwise?"
The opponent loosened Xu Qin and attacked Song Yan with the other hand; Song Yan strangled his wrist, cut with both hands, and pushed, and the man was pushed away and slammed into the wall.
The woman pointed at Song Yan and screamed, "Do you still beat people in your hospital?"
Song Yan was disdainful and turned back to see Xu Qin still standing behind him, his chin quickly pointed to the door, impatiently said: "If you don't go out to save people, watch the play with the pestle here?"
Xu Qin ran out immediately, and only listened to Song Yan's voice behind him, and he said: "Laozi is not in this hospital, and my brother is injured, who would dare to make trouble with him here, delaying his treatment, and Laozi unloading his legs."
In this world, bullying is afraid of being tough. Xu Qin thought.
...
The injured fireman was named Tong Ming, and Xiao Ge accompanied him.
Xu Qin cut Tong Ming's sleeves and gave him basic cleaning. Tong Ming was cold and sweaty, and the black and gray on his face burst out of the gully.
Xu Qin said: "Be patient, and give you anesthesia later." He raised his head and signaled to the nurse Xiao Nan on the side. Xiao Nan came over and wiped the dirt on Tong Ming's face.
The big man was embarrassed, and he squirmed.
Xiao Nan was anxious: "What are you hiding from?"
Tong Ming raised his other hand: "I will come by myself, come by myself."
Xiao Nan: "Your hands are swollen and dirty." He said, holding his hand and wiping his face. Wipe off that layer of black and gray, the young man's face is red and red, and there are some traces of dryness.
Xiao Nan saw that it was roasted by fire, mourned in his heart, and stopped talking, but lowered his head to wipe his palm.
Xu Qin simply cleaned the wound on his arm and gave him an anesthesia. He asked coldly, "Is there no ambulance at the scene?"
Tong Ming replied innocently: "I don't know, I was brought by Little Gula."
Xiaoge helped explain: "Some have some. But not enough. After pulling a few injured people, they left."
Xu Qin said: "No ambulance left at the scene?"
Xiao Ge did not answer for a while.
Xu Qin said: "Go and complain."
Xiao Ge was stunned, Tong Ming was also stunned, Xiao Nan Xiao Bei was stunned, and secretly screamed: Doctor Xu, that is our hospital!
Tong Ming smiled and waved his hand: "The big water rushed to the Dragon King Temple, and they are all a family. Any complaints. Hey."
Xu Qin glanced at him.
Tong Ming thought that she didn't understand, and pointed to Xu Qin, and then to herself: "Do doctors and firefighters all serve the people. It is not easy for a family, a family."
Xu Qin bowed his head and stopped talking.
After the operation, Xu Qin prescribed medicine and injections, and Xiao Nan led Tong Ming to the injection room to get an anti-inflammatory needle.
Xu Qin only thought of Song Yan. She quickly returned to the consultation room, and the person was gone. Dr. Li, who changed her class, is seeing a patient.
Xu Qin returned to the lobby, looked around inadvertently, and didn't know what he was looking for. Suddenly he saw a tall man coming out of the injection room and heading straight to the door.
Xu Qin chased his feet and walked around the silhouettes in the hall.
The man walked extremely fast, and the tall figure walked farther and farther.
Xu Qin walked through the crowd and out of the gate, quickly ran down the steps: "Song Yan!"
The man stopped.
At that time, it was the most tender and beautiful moment of the day. Dawn sprinkled on his broad shoulders, and a thin light shimmered in his black hair.
It's early morning.
Xu Qinping recovered her breathing disorderly from running, her hands fell into the pockets of the white coat, and she stepped forward: "Song Yan."
Song Yan turned around and looked at her, with no extra expression on her face.
The two stood in the morning sunlight, looking at each other, with people coming and going.
Song Yan: "Something?"
Xu Qin: "Long time no see."
Song Yan narrowed her eyes and seemed to recall it seriously, saying, "It's been a long time."
Xu Qin asked: "How are you doing?"
Song Yan: "Good. How about you?"
Xu Qin looked at his eyes and replied softly: "Not good."
The smile on Song Yan's face was fixed, and he observed her face critically. After half a second, he bent his lips very faintly, and his expression seemed to see through her plea for sympathy.
He said, "Oh. Is there anything else?"
He obviously didn't care, and he didn't want to go around with her.
But Xu Qin was not embarrassed. He calmed down as usual and said, "Thank you for what happened just now."
Song Yan politely said, "I am for my brother."
Xu Qin nodded and said politely: "And last time ..."
"Xu Qin." Song Yan interrupted, black eyes staring at her, seeing through her twists and turns, "What are you trying to say?"
Xu Qin: "There is time for a cup of coffee."
Song Yan stared at her for a long while and smiled strangely again, the sarcasm in it made no secret.
Xu Qin felt that her face should be burning at the moment, but she felt no shame, and she still said: "Is it possible?"
"It's busy." Song Yan leaned a little, closer to her, and chin slightly picked, said, "Queue."
Xu Qin's face was not moving.
Song Yan straightened up: "I'll call you when I arrive."
he's gone.
It hurts quickly, and does not look back.
Standing on the spot, Xu Qin squinted as his back disappeared at the gate and turned into the hospital.
Entering the door and meeting colleagues from the 120 Center, Xu Qin asked: "Did you just leave the car with the fire?"
"Yes, I went to four cars." My colleague replied.
"People were hurt a lot? Why did the injured firefighters not get medical treatment, and no car left behind at the scene?"
"Hey, don't mention it. Originally there were cars left on the scene, just a few civilians with minor injuries have been dealt with, but it can't be said that they can't breathe, they need to have a full-body examination, they will come to the hospital after noisy, we have no way.
Xu Qin asked no more and changed clothes to get off work.
...
Xu Qin woke up and was more than three hours away from work. She ordered a takeaway to sit on the balcony and saw a short and flat block in the center of the tall building-Wufang Street.
Among the red walls and white tiles, the one burned not long ago was still black.
Xu Qin didn't know what he was thinking. When he came back to God, people came to the intersection.
Walking into Wufang Street, it instantly fell from the prosperous city into a lively town, blue stone slab lane, brick and tile houses, and wind chimes on the attic.
She passed the tailor shop, heard the sewing machine squeaking and squeezing, and heard the tearing of the cloth, the needle thread broke; she passed the spice shop, the boss and the guys stood in a row at the door, shaking the star anise with the sieve, sifting the spice, she Hearing the spice of thousands of horses running through the bamboo sieve, uh, uh, uh; she passed the barber shop, the razor in the hands of the shaving master squeezed the boiling water, and she backhanded, rubbing on the edge of the copper basin, she She heard a harsh metal impact; she passed the small restaurant, the greasy cook swaying the iron pot, she heard the spatula flip, and the pots jingled; she passed the pork shop, heard the boss sharpening the knife; passed the vegetable shop, heard selling vegetables The girl sprinkled water; after the rice shop, the snack shop ... heard the bargaining of the adults, the gossip in the neighborhood, and the children chattering.
The air is filled with fabric fragrance, spice fragrance, shampoo smell, food smell, and a tree orange leaf fragrance, dangling from the tall treetops to the alley.
Xu Qin walked through the busy side street, and accidentally discovered that after so many years, the world outside Wufang Street is changing with each passing day, but everything here is exactly the same as before-the spice shop boss ’s mouth still has the tear mole; the tailor shop is the one. Tailors also like to wear long gowns; the master of the barber shop still keeps an inch ...
And she also successfully found the way to the Song Yan family, as familiar as going home, as if instinct engraved in her bones.
Song Yan was brought up by his aunt and uncle since childhood, and his family is in a courtyard in the deep alley of Wufang Street.
The plaque of "Zhai Ji" hung on the door of the house.
The wooden door opened wide, bypassing the shadow wall, and various woodworkers were neatly stacked in the veranda and courtyard.
Song Yan ’s uncle Zhai ’s third son was a carpenter, and his craftsmanship was well-known, and he was famous for everything from a vanity box to a whole wardrobe.
Xu Qin stood in the wide courtyard of his childhood, and suddenly realized that the courtyard in his memory was not as narrow as it was at the moment.
Red wall ochre tiles, the vicissitudes of time. A blue sky overhead.
There was no big or small TV show in the courtyard.
The loquat trees on both sides of the main house are now paved. And the wisteria planted by her at that time crawled over the west room, hanging like a curtain.
There is Song Yan's room.
Nothing seems to have changed.
Xu Qin gently touched the wood at hand. She remembered that here, Uncle Zhai had taught her carpentry. The planer pushed on the long wood. Pieces of wood flowers rolled out and flew out, and she giggled with joy.
She said: "Song Yan, I really like your home."
Song Yan, a teenager, squatted on a wooden pile with a cigarette between his fingers. He habitually tilted his head and looked at her, laughing: "It's useless, dare you go to my account book?"
Xu Qin stopped everything, stopped laughing, and looked at him without blinking.
He approached her: "Lao Tzu promises that he will have a headache in his life."
Uncle came over and slapped on the back of Song Yan's head: "Smoking again at home and lighting the house, your aunt won't kill you!"
Footsteps came from the real world, pulling Xu Qin back to reality.
Seeing the figure in the courtyard, Mr. Zhai came out of the main room: "Do you want to be a carpenter?"
Xu Qin turned his head.
Uncle is old.
That is, at that moment, the courtyard that was frozen in time suddenly changed, and something clearly faded in time. She finally saw clearly that the ochre on the wall was lighted by years of sunshine, and the gilt roof tiles on the roof were mottled by the rain.
The smile on Zhai ’s face solidified, twisted, suppressed, and calmed in a moment.
Xu Qin took a breath: "Uncle."
"Oh, Miss Meng." Mr. Zhai regained his politeness, "This suddenly comes to the door, is there something wrong?"
Xu Qin: "I'm looking for Song Yan ..."
Before the words fell, cousin Zhai Miao popped out of the house: "You bad woman, and there is a face to come to my brother? It was not enough that you almost killed him, you ..."
The aunt came out and even pushed Zhai Miao into the house.
Xu Qin didn't listen to Zhai Miao's words too much and took a step forward: "She just said ..."
The aunt interrupted: "He can't live here."
Xu Qin subconsciously glanced at the west room. The door was locked and the wooden window was closed. The red paint on the walls faded, and the pieces were gray and white, only the wisteria grew wild on the eaves.
"Where does he live now?" Xu Qin asked, "Is it convenient to tell me?"
"Convenient." The aunt smiled and said, "He is now a fireman, managed by the army, and camping.-Meaning, he can't get out."
I can't see you.
Not as easy as it was back then, he was here to find him.