Chang'an in October, golden maple and wild fields.
On Lingmao Street, the north wind carried the leaves and blew across the street. Pedestrians wrapped themselves tightly in leather jackets. Old people who were not very cold-resistant even turned out their old cotton-padded jackets and wrapped them up early.
Among the hurried crowd, a thin and frail figure stood out. In the biting cold wind, he only wore a simple black short-sleeved shirt and single pants. His exposed arms were so thin that the veins were prominent, and the two shoulder blades on his back were high.
By.
He was aimless, walking extremely slowly, and his steps were staggering. His sharp and strong facial features gave people a sense of decay, his face was abnormally pale, his lips were blue, and there was no trace of extra flesh on his face, as if he was suffering from a disease.
A terminal illness, as if you will die in the next second.
He didn't seem to feel the cold, or in other words, he was numb from the cold.
Her long, messy black hair was hanging around, and her expression was dull and confused. She looked like a lunatic who had just been released from a mental hospital.
The adults holding the children invariably moved away from the person's location.
Turning the corner, a tall woman in a hurry suddenly appeared in front of her. She was lowering her head to arrange the scarf that had been blown away by the wind. When she realized that there was someone in front of her, it was too late to brake.
The two of them bumped into each other. The woman staggered and took a step back to steady herself, but the person she hit fell straight backwards.
There was a thud, without even the slightest buffer, and the man's head hit the ground firmly.
Jiang Lu stared in disbelief, "I'll go, are you going to touch porcelain?"
The people on the ground showed no reaction.
You won’t fall to your death!
Jiang Lu murmured in his heart, and quickly knelt down and patted the man's face, then pinched him, "Hey! Are you still alive? Wake up quickly."
Still no response.
Jiang Lu stretched out his hand to check his carotid artery and nose again, and breathed a sigh of relief, "He's breathing, and his pulse is normal. He should be fine for the time being."
I cried out in my heart that I was unlucky, but I couldn't just throw someone on the street. Fortunately, she came out and drove a car today.
When she helped the person up from the ground, she was surprised. He looked quite tall, how could he be so light?
Jiang Lu contacted a friend in the emergency department of the city hospital and sent him there to deal with the bag that had been knocked out from the back of his head, and then did a full body examination.
"How's it going?" Jiang Lu asked.
Her friend took the test sheet and film with a very surprised expression, "Where did you pick this person up? Even if he is moderately anemic, his internal organs are also failing."
"Ah? So miserable." Jiang Lu was also surprised and told the story of how he picked up the man.
Her friend also felt that she didn't look at the almanac when she went out today, and she stepped on the wrong leg, so she was so unlucky, so he patted her shoulder to express his comfort, "I have arranged everything for you. You can transfer to internal medicine. Oh, by the way, this is him."
ID card in your trouser pocket."
Jiang Lu took it and took a look. There were two words written on the name, "Yu Mu", and the date of birth was 1983. "Oh, this is still a child."
She herself is 7 years old, and this man is eight years younger than her. In her eyes, he is really just a child.
"Hey~" Jiang Lu sighed. He finally took a day off, but he encountered this kind of thing.
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(I want to set the character of Mrs. Pan as a lively, playful and yet steady and caring elder sister, 8 years old, a doctor in the city hospital)