I Was Once a Legend - Chapter 295

Lin Hangzhi came down from the operating table tiredly, took off the blood-stained gloves, and cleaned up.

Standing on the operating table for hours at a time is a commonplace for him. At first, the passion and blood of studying medicine have been worn away by the day-to-day busy work and dealing with patients. Now he is supporting him to continue to go. It is the kind of instinct that has been engraved in the bones to save lives, and also the doctor’s sense of mission and responsibility.

He returned to the office to sort out the treatment plan for the patient. The colleague next door asked, “Doctor Lin, are you on duty tonight?”

“Yes.” Lin Hangzhi took a deep breath, covered his face with both hands, and murmured, “I’m so tired, I really want to fall in love, I’m 30 years old, why, why do I even meet girls now? I can’t get it out. My high school classmate’s son is in elementary school. Why don’t I even have a girlfriend!”

The doctor next door patted his shoulder with empathy and went to the round.

Lin Hangzhi sighed for a long time, he slumped on the back of the chair for a while, and took a strong spirit to continue working.

Suddenly, he saw a corner exposed in the notebook. Lin Hangzhi pinched the corner and pulled out the thing. It was an invitation. When he saw this thing, Lin Hangzhi’s thoughts immediately returned to eight years ago. In the hospital where he practiced, he also saw invitations of this style on his desk.

It stands to reason that Lin Hangzhi should not remember this clearly so many years ago, but when he saw the invitation letter, the relevant pictures flooded that year, allowing him to clearly recall every detail.

This time, the words on the invitation letter have changed from the previous ones.

Dear Mr. Lin Hangzhi:

Please take this invitation letter to ████ on August 23, I will wait for you here.

Invited by: ██

August 23? Isn’t it today? Lin Hangzhi glanced at the lower right corner of the computer and determined that it was indeed today. He frowned and scratched his blackened place name with his nails, and found that this was not the kind of layer that could be scratched at all.

An invitation letter that does not show the location and the inviter.

Lin Hangzhi was puzzled, and he had a bad hunch in his heart.

A colleague hurriedly came in from the outside and said, “18 patients accidentally forgot the gauze into their stomachs when they were operated on. They only found out when they had sutured the surgical appliances and counted them, and then took out their stomachs.”

Lin Hangzhi gave a cry, he opened the drawer and swept the invitation letter in, and asked, “What should I do?”

“The director has already reported it. There must be penalties. It’s really strange. How could Lao Lin make such a mistake?”

Medical malpractice is not a good topic. Soon no one will talk about it anymore. Lin Hang was sitting on the chair with a heavy heart. He stared at the computer screen, the notebook on his hand and the rounds of records. When he came up, he was horrified instantly.

It’s as if… there is a big problem.

Victor was sitting on the train back home, with the rumbling sound of the railroad tracks in his ears. There were not many people in the car, and it was extremely quiet. Outside the window were the endless snowfields and standing pine forests, which had been silently guarding for thousands of years. Land underfoot.

Suddenly, Victor heard a cat meow, but this is on the train, how could there be a cat?

He thought he had heard it wrong, but then, another meow sounded.

Victor could not help standing up and looking around, trying to find the source of the sound. A couple next to him was wearing a pair of headphones to watch the phone, while the man on the opposite side was sleeping with his hands clasped on his chest, except him. People hear unusual sounds.

Victor could only sit back suspiciously. He looked out of the window again and suddenly found a few lines on the glass.

The fog filled the window was used as a canvas, and the freshly written handwriting seemed to condense water droplets downward.

Dear Mr. Victor:

Please take this invitation letter to ████ on September 4th, and I will be waiting for you here.

Invited by: ██

The man on the opposite side has been sleeping, and the others have not behaved in a strange way. Victor frowned and stared at the writing for a few seconds. There was something loose in the heart, some kind of memory imprinted in the soul tried to break free Bondage.

He raised his hand and wiped off the mist.

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The Wallaby put down the brush.

The canvas is an unfinished work, and she can see the rough outline of the rooftop and the sunset. She put the pen into the bucket, and the color quickly spread in the water. Wangque stood up, put down the cloth cover, and stretched out. , Standing by the window.

After the holidays at the end of the college entrance examination, she applied for a summer job in this museum in order to get in touch with more excellent paintings. It is often used as a venue for various commercial painting exhibitions. Wang Que also unexpectedly met the rich young master Dong Linhai. There is also a lot of communication on social software.

Dong Linhai encouraged her to continue to paint those scenes. Wangque is still the first time today to meet her peers who can resonate with herself so much.

“Meow~”

The winch turned her head suddenly, the door of the small studio was not closed, and the figure of a cat appeared in the crack of the door. It was a very pure white rural cat, and her amber eyes looked at her, as if invited, gently Meow.

“kitten?”

Wangque left the window, she just walked over and opened the door, and the cat ran out. Wangque chased after it. The white cat looked back from time to time to make sure that Wangque could keep up. So when Wangque recovered, she Has been brought to a long gallery.

She gradually stopped, and the white cat also stopped waiting for her. There were paintings that Wangque had not seen hanging on the walls on both sides. Does the museum still have these collections? she does not know.

At the end of the hallway is a giant portrait of a young girl sitting on a chair. She lowered her head and closed her eyes, her hands clasped her lips, as if praying religiously. Her long hair was twisted into twists. After falling down, she wore a dark blue dress with silver and white lines embroidered on the skirt and cuffs. Whether it is the texture of the fabric or the skin, it is so delicate and true that it is not like a painting at all.

Wangque was attracted. She walked to the portrait. The girl of the same size seemed like magic, which made her feel familiar and intimate.

She didn’t notice that the white cat had left unconsciously, as if it had never existed before, and Wangque reached out her hand, wanting to touch this painting enough to be real.

At the moment when her fingertips touched the canvas, the girl’s eyelashes flickered, and then she opened her eyes and looked up at the waffle that suddenly appeared in horror on her face, saying:

“It’s time to wake up.”

“What?” Wangque heard her voice trembling.

“I said it’s time to wake up.” The girl stretched out her hand, and that hand miraculously broke through the limits of the canvas and met Wangque, so Wangque was pulled forward by her, and the hand that was held was directly It became part of the painting as it sank into the canvas.

“This level of dreams should be easy to crack for you who are in constant contact with me.”

The girl snapped her fingers in front of Wangque, so the walls of the gallery, the chandelier on the ceiling, the portraits next to them… all blurred instantly.

“Wake up, you have more important things to do.”

Wangque opened his eyes.

The rumbling sound of the train running was repeated monotonously in the ear, the window was distorted light and shadow, and the scene seemed to change drastically every time, so that people could not recognize what it was, she was resting on Dong Linhai’s shoulder, The teenager fell asleep, and the white cat Victor curled up on the small table in the middle, his eyes closed, his body still fluctuating with his breathing.

Luo Zhen sat across from her, looking at the outside with her cheek. Seeing that the winch was awake, she dropped her hand and smiled, “You are awake.”

Wangque nodded and the dream disappeared. She had already recalled everything. After accumulating enough points to get the ticket, Wonton Splitter Squad left the top of the giant tree by train and went to the next area. Between, there is a special place called “Memory Corridor”.

As long as it passes through, it marks the place from the periphery into the center of the pure white realm, where the queen really rules.

On the other side of the aisle, Cui Zuojing and Dong Zheng slept with each other on the back seat, and Xia Qiongyun and Lin Hangzhi were in a row in front of them, they were all caught in the dream brought to them by the memory corridor.

It was an illusory reality. In that world, there was no misfortune, no death, no day-to-day struggle. Like everyone else, they lived peacefully in the real world and gradually drowned in false beauty. .

The author has something to say: go home today, depart at 2 pm and arrive at home at 10:30 pm. The car that has been in the car for a long time is almost exhausted, and there are few updates. I will try to make up tomorrow~