The entrance to S mall was quickly blocked during the evening rush hour, and cars from outside could not get in. The queues on taxi-hailing software were very slow.
Clicking on the map software, Jian Anran searched for it. The next bus stop was not too far away. It was just a short walk and a crossroads away.
The distance was more than one kilometer, so she immediately turned off the taxi app and decided to walk there.
During the evening rush hour, and an accident occurred at a red street light, the vehicles behind were motionless.
After turning right at the intersection, Jian Anran quickly caught up with another bus.
This line did not pass through shopping malls and office buildings, and there were not too many people on the bus. As soon as she got on the bus, she quickly found a seat by the window and sat down.
The street trees move away at a constant speed, and the closer they get to the clouds, the fewer vehicles and pedestrians there are on the road.
No worse than the congestion in the CBD, the bus quickly returned to normal speed on this stretch of road.
Looking unfocused at the passing street scene outside the window, Jian Anran's heart seemed to have drifted to the clouds farther away.
She still couldn't figure out what her thoughts were, so she stood up and rang the car bell almost instinctively.
Walking to the other side of the road, I stretched out my hand and soon a passing yellow taxi stopped.
"Master, please come to the second courtyard."
Subconsciously, she walked to the outpatient hall, which was dark inside. Then she remembered that it was already off work time, so Jian Anran walked all the way looking for the emergency room sign.
Unlike the outpatient hall, which is deserted after get off work, the emergency room is overcrowded.
Just when Jian Anran took out her mobile phone and wanted to call Wen Siheng's phone number, her eyes immediately locked on the figure paying at the emergency counter.
He is very tall and can easily be spotted in the crowd.
Realizing that there was someone around him, Wen Siheng didn't pay attention. After paying the fee, he lowered his head and carefully checked the contents on the list. He lowered his head and said, "I'm sorry to borrow it."
"How is Teacher Xu?"
A soft and familiar voice came from his ears. Wen Siheng subconsciously raised his head and was a little surprised to see Jian Anran in front of him.
"Why haven't you gone home yet?"
Jian Anran shook her head, "I still want to come and have a look."
"The doctor said she was going to have an emergency operation. After paying the fee, he asked her to wait in the lobby," Wen Siheng said.
"Is Teacher Xu's family here?"
In fact, what Jian Anran meant was to ask if he was the only one waiting here.
Wen Siheng shook his head to deny her guess, "Her family has always been abroad."
"But her cell phone rang just now. Her colleagues heard about it and were already on their way over."
Holding the corner of Wen Siheng's clothes, Jian Anran walked forward, "Let's go to the surgery hall."
"Don't want to go home? I don't know when it will end over there. You have to get up early to go to class tomorrow." Wen Siheng said, taking out his mobile phone to take a taxi for Jian Anran.
Grabbing his cell phone, Jian Anran took it and held it in her own hand.
As if she was very experienced, she led Wen Siheng through the long corridor with ease and made a few turns to reach the surgery hall.
After observing the people in front of her looking around for a long time, Jian Anran couldn't help but ask: "What are you looking at?"
"Look at the hospital's flow lines," Wen Siheng explained, "I haven't done any hospital projects yet."
"That's it." Jian Anran rolled her eyes, still thinking about work at this time.
Pulling Wen Siheng to sit down in the lobby, there were only a few relatively long operations left in the evening. The atmosphere here was solemn, and Jian Anran did not dare to make a sound.
"Why are you so familiar with the operating room?" Wen Siheng suddenly thought of Jian Anran's familiarity just now and couldn't help but wonder.
“Have you done medical construction before?”
"That's not true." Jian Anran shook her head and smiled lightly at the person in front of her.
"I've had surgery here before."
“But this is the first time I have walked this road by myself. I was pushed by the nurses before, but I’m familiar with it after seeing it twice.”
Wen Siheng raised his head in disbelief. The little girl in front of him talked lightly about his past surgery experience.
It's as casual as telling someone else's story in the third person.
After taking a look at the surprised look of the person in front of her, Jian Anran solved his doubts: "Breast fibroma."
"The doctor said I have too many emotions."
"The term for low emotional intelligence is that you think too much and can't help it."
During this period of time together, Wen Siheng could indeed detect Jian Anran's sensitive emotions.
She is the kind of person who feels sad for spring and autumn when she sees leaves falling, feeling sad and haggard.
Previously, her parents immediately cut off her living expenses as soon as she received the certificate. It is not difficult to see that her life at home may not have been very comfortable.
A girl in her early twenties, just when she was enjoying her happy college life, was depressed to the point where she needed surgery for a fibroid. This was something he could not imagine.
She never took the initiative to mention her past life, including her parents, her younger brother, and all the grievances she had suffered in the past twenty years. What kind of mentality allowed her to talk about these easily.
This was unimaginable for an only son from a wealthy family like him. Wen Siheng didn't understand what she had experienced or how she thought.
"I don't like to talk to others about this." Jian Anran broke the long silence.
"You see, when I say that I have undergone surgery in this way or that, everyone always looks like I am pitiful."
"What can anyone say after I say it? I don't want to embarrass others."
"No." Just as Wen Siheng was about to argue, he watched the other party stand up.
"You didn't even get to eat the dinner just now," Jian Anran said, picking up her phone and walking out.
"There's a coffee shop on the first floor that closes very late. I'm going to see if there are any bread sandwiches or anything."
When Jian Anran came back, Wen Siheng was the only one left in the hall. He leaned quietly on the iron bench and stared at the LED screen in front of him that showed the progress of the operation.
"Isn't it over yet?" A familiar voice sounded above the head.
"Here, take it." Jian Anran handed over two croissants and a cup of coffee.
"That's all we have left. If you're hungry, you can pack something on the way back."
"I'm sorry." Wen Siheng's voice was a little hoarse.
"Sorry for what?" Jane sat down and inserted the straw into the coffee.
"She has no family here, so I just have to."
"Bah!" She stretched out her index finger and made a quiet gesture on his lips. Jian Anran stopped what he wanted to say in time.
"I can still understand these."
"Thank you." He said.
The surgical progress on the LED screen finally switched status, from operating to recovering from surgery.
Soon several nurses opened the door first and came out. After a while, a group of white coats gathered around and pushed out a stretcher bed. Xu Nianhe's eyes were closed tightly and he was lying on the bed wearing a surgical gown.
"Friends, right?" the doctor asked, looking at the two people approaching.
"She just lost a lot of blood. We have tried our best to save her, but one of the fallopian tubes is seriously ruptured and cannot be repaired."
