"Hahaha, Yi Yi, did you see the expression on the doctor's face when he added a checklist to you just now? It was like saying, 'Why do you come to the hospital when you can treat yourself?' His expression changed so wonderfully."
"And in the end, he may have thought you looked familiar. When he saw your name, he said that since he understood, why did he still knowingly drink so much when his body didn't allow it?"
"Yuanyuan", Wang Yi stopped laughing and gently reminded her not to talk anymore, "You have to stay up with me all night today to save your energy."
"Yuanyuan, the doctor just prescribed alcohol. You wipe it with Yiyi first. I'll tell you when the report will be out." Sister Qing stood up and handed over the task in her hand to Yuanyuan, "Yiyi,
Why don't you lean over and squint for a while, I think you can hardly open your eyes."
Maybe even Wang's father himself didn't expect that what Wang Yiyi had learned from him since childhood would become a protective shell for her to take care of herself when she grew up.
The moment Wang Yi closed her eyes, the image of Wang's father suddenly appeared in her mind. It was also in the middle of the night many years ago that she saw with her own eyes that Wang's father was pushed into the operating room surrounded by seven or eight people.
She waited outside for as long as the lights were on.
In the first few years after the incident, this scene often appeared in Wang Yiyi's dreams. The dream was so real that it seemed as if he had experienced it over and over again. Every time he woke up, he sat there all night long.
But now, like a scar that is slowly healing, the scar is slowly fading. If you don't look carefully, you will feel that it is no different from normal skin color. She has not dreamed about it for a long time.
What was going on today? Was it that she was in such a special environment that was familiar yet strange to her, or was it that she heard the faint sound of an ambulance coming from outside, which made her emotional.
"What's wrong?" Yuanyuan was startled by Wang Yiyi's unconscious shaking movements, and the cotton swab she was not holding firmly in her hand fell to the ground.
As soon as Wang Yi opened his eyes, his eyes met Sister Qing, who had not yet walked out of the room but heard the movement in the room and turned her head.
Wang Yiyi's eyes were filled with confusion, fear, worry about gains and losses, and all kinds of complicated emotions intertwined with each other. Not only that, what she looked at Sister Qing in her eyes was a signal for help, "Sister Qing,
I always feel uneasy."
"It's okay." Sister Qing came back, knelt down and hugged her gently, comforting her, "It's okay."
For Wang Yiyi, Sister Qing is also a teacher, a friend and an elder. If Wang Yiyi had to name a few people who she could trust wholeheartedly, Sister Qing would definitely be among the few.
one of them.
You cannot use salt water after drinking alcohol. You can only use physical cooling methods combined with medicine to reduce the fever first, and then follow-up treatment.
In the middle of the night, Wang Yiyi insisted that Uncle Zhong take Sister Qing, who had been busy all day, back to the hotel to rest, leaving only Yuanyuan to stay with her.
Not long after they left, Wang Yiyi began to have uncontrollable vomiting and diarrhea.
After another bout of vomiting, Wang Yiyi was leaning on the sink with her waist hunched over, while Yuanyuan stood aside with distress, patting her back to make her feel better.
She rinsed her mouth, washed her face, and came out dizzy, holding on to the door frame."
Yuanyuan first handed Wang Yiyi a glass of water, and then handed her cell phone with her right hand, "Yi Yi, your phone seems to have rang many times."
Wang Yi held the cup listlessly, and his reaction was half a beat too slow, "Who else is there at this late hour? Let me see."
"Hey, Beibei, are you in Shanghai?"
"Hello?" Wang Yi woke up suddenly, and her nerves suddenly became tense. She cautiously asked, "Sister Nan, is something wrong?"
Artists are busy, and doctors are even busier. They are so busy that they don't even have time to eat or drink. The contact between Wang Yiyi and Zhu Nan is usually only during the holidays, and definitely not in the middle of the night when it is not a year or a holiday.
Zhu Nan lacked the composure she had when informing ordinary family members about the patient's condition. Only when she felt the same way could she extend herself to others. For example, when she was talking to Wang Yiyi on the phone, her hands were trembling slightly, "Teacher, he had an accident this afternoon.
, when leaving the clinic."
"What?!" Wang Yiyi's heartbeat suddenly accelerated and he couldn't help but raise his voice, "What now?"
Wang Yiyi knew that his father was not in good health and had a lot of minor ailments. But even if his father hadn't told them repeatedly not to tell Wang Yiyi, others would have hid it for him and would only tell them afterward.
When I brought it up, I mentioned these situations in passing, not to make Wang Yiyi worry too, but to let her care more about her old father.
There must be something wrong when something goes wrong. There must be so many experts and professors present who couldn't guarantee the patient's safety, so they chose to call her back in the early morning. So by now Wang Yiyi had sensed that something was wrong.
"Still in the operating room." Zhu Nan gritted his teeth and said, "The situation inside is not very good. Although we are all here to guard it, I think you should come over as soon as possible."
"Okay, I'll be back soon." Wang Yiyi squeezed the armrests of the chair tightly with her hands, and the veins on her forehead popped out. She paused, but still managed to maintain her consciousness, "Sister Nan, please help me to keep an eye on Yiyi for a while."
A while."
"Yuanyuan, please book our flight back to Shanghai immediately, the sooner the better. Then call Sister Qing and ask her to go to my room and bring my ID. We will meet directly at the airport."
"But." Yuanyuan stood there, in a dilemma. She knew something must have happened, but the doctor had just come to see her and the report came out. The index on it was not good, and the fever had not gone down yet.
When Wang Yi saw Yuanyuan standing there motionless, the anxiety in his heart was reflected in his words, and his attitude became a little worse, "Why are you standing there, call Sister Qing quickly."
Zhu Nan hadn't hung up the phone yet. She stood in the corner, looking at the waves of people appearing not far away. "Beibei, it's okay. Don't be too anxious. Director Liu and the others are inside. I'm with you outside."
Several senior brothers and sisters were watching, and Teacher Wu came over after getting off the operating table."
"Xiao Zhu, are you talking to Beibei?"
Zhu Nan nodded and said to Wang Yiyi, "Beibei, Teacher Wu wants to say a few words to you."
"Hello, Beibei, I'm Aunt Yun."
Hearing familiar voices and memories of that day rushing to his face, Wang Yi turned his back to Yuanyuan and sniffed, "Aunt Yun."
"Good boy, don't worry, don't worry, we are here."
"Thank you Aunt Yun for your hard work."
Wang Yiyi's mind went blank. Apart from mechanically thanking her, she could think of nothing else. There was only one thought left in her mind, and that was to rush back as soon as possible.
"Do you think you should tell Mr. Zhou? We won't be able to get there in a while, after all."