She is the Third Kind of Stunning - Chapter 81

The third hospital has a fixed visiting time every week, and family members can visit patients in closed wards only at that time.

Usually, Jian Qing would come here to visit Ruan Sheng in the first or second week of the month.

Now, two weeks later, Jian Qing didn’t come, Ruan Sheng thought of her, wondering if she was blaming herself and not letting herself go.

Lu Yinxi held Ruan Sheng’s hand, and explained in a soft voice: “There was an earthquake in several counties and cities in the neighboring province. She went to the disaster area. It’s not that she didn’t want to see you.”

After hearing this, Ruan Sheng said blankly: “She is still so young, what is she doing there?”

Her memory is very chaotic, staying in the child’s childhood for a while, and returning to the present for a while.

Lu Yinxi smiled and said, “It’s not too young, she’s 29 or 30, she’s a doctor now, and the doctor is going to save people, and when she comes back after saving people, she can come back to see you.”

“Is she going to be a doctor? She used to say that when she grows up, she will help her grandmother treat illnesses, and she really wants to be a doctor…” Ruan Sheng recalled the past, with a smile on her face, and she asked Lu Yinxi , “Xiaoxi, what about you, what did you do? When you were a child, you pointed to the TV and said, you want to be a beautiful actor, and you want to act for your mother…”

Like a fateful coincidence, Lu Yinxi is indeed an actor.

She nodded and told Ruan Sheng: “I’m an actor, and I recently filmed a movie. After it airs next year, you can see me on TV.”

Ruan Sheng reached out, tentatively, gently patted Lu Yinxi’s head, and asked, “Xiaoxi, when will you take mom home? Mom has been here for a long, long time. Mom misses you and wants to go home. home…”

Lu Yinxi couldn’t give a definite answer to this question, but said: “I’ll ask my sister when she comes back.”

The old man is like a child who can’t get candy, muttering and complaining: “Ask her again…you have to ask her everything, obviously I gave birth to you, you are always closer to her than to me…”

While complaining, she took a pen and filled in Jian Qing’s figure on the rest of the drawing paper.

She had forgotten her eldest daughter, for many years, and only recently remembered it.

After thinking about it, she completed the figure of the eldest daughter on the drawing paper one by one, as if she was making up for the missing years in these years.

When the prescribed time came, Lu Yinxi sent Ruan Sheng back to the ward, and handed it over to the nurse to take him back to the ward.

The old man looked at her longingly, and said, “Xiaoxi, you will come to see me next month, and I will wait for you to pick me up.”

Lu Yinxi said hello, and promised: “I will definitely come back next month, and I will come with my sister.”

But there was no promise to take her home.

It’s not something she can decide.

She went to Fu Yuan to find out about Ruan Sheng’s situation and asked how to leave the hospital.

Fu Yuan was still worried about her younger sister Fu Jianshu, a little listless, but she still answered with due diligence: “Whoever handles the hospitalization will be discharged. Her guardian is Jian Qing, and only Jian Qing can take her out of the hospital. Ruan Auntie has recovered a certain degree of self-awareness. I have briefly assessed that there should be no risk of hurting others or self-injury. After passing the test in our hospital, she can be discharged. Of course, if she fails the test, Jian Qing strongly requires Pick her up and be willing to take all the risks and she can be discharged.”

Lu Yinxi nodded his thanks, left the Third Hospital, drove back to Jiangzhou City, and prepared to leave.

She remembered the medical records that Jian Qing had given her, combined with Ruan Sheng’s intermittent conversation today, she probably sorted out Jian Qing’s past.

A not-so-good past full of scars.

Scenes flashed in Lu Yinxi’s mind, Jian Qing’s silence, Jian Qing’s light smile, in the dark, Jian Qing curled up in a corner…

She seemed to be very used to enduring pain, past scars, past pain, never thought of telling anyone, never shed tears in front of others, just endured silently.

In the ruins, an eight-year-old girl, with her legs tightly pressed by the prefabricated boards, looked at Jian Qing eagerly, and shouted hoarsely, “Sister…”

“Sister, you are so beautiful, like an angel…”

Jian Qing cleaned up the dust on her face, held her dusty little hand, looked into her eyes, and responded to her: “Have you seen an angel?”

“No… The teacher said that those who wear white clothes are angels in white clothes…” The little girl’s eyes were dark and bright, “Sister, I want to go out, please help me…”

“The uncle in the cafeteria also wears white clothes.” Jane said this lightly, making the little girl grin, and continued to comfort her, “Don’t be afraid, everyone is saving you, you will come out.”

The People’s Liberation Army wearing camouflage uniforms cut the prefabricated panels one by one. Jian Qing was afraid that the cutting sparks would splash on the little girl, so she took a towel and covered her body.

More and more troops were stationed in the disaster area, and helicopters dropped supplies at low altitude every day. The mountain roads in the disaster area cleared a space only for small cars to pass through. Although it was small, it could finally transport the wounded out.

“Sister, where are my classmates…” The little girl pointed to the frozen victim in front left, her voice trembling timidly.

Jian Qing took another piece of cloth and covered the victim’s body.

The rain fell on me again. These days, all I saw were gray and cloudy, as if there would never be a sunny day.

The little girl didn’t have the strength to open her eyes, and murmured: “Sister, how long is it? I’m so sleepy, I really want to sleep…”

Jian Qing patted her cheek: “Don’t sleep, don’t sleep, you can come out soon.”

The People’s Liberation Army around also advised: “Little girl, hold on, don’t sleep.”

If you fall asleep, you may not be able to wake up.

The little girl said: “I’m really sleepy…”

Jian Qing said: “I’ll chat with you, don’t sleep.”

The little girl hummed, tried to open her eyelids, and looked at Jian Qing.

Jian Qing was not good at words, organized his words for a few seconds, and said, “I used to have a younger sister who was the same age as you, named Ruan Xi, the Xi of Xishui.”

The little girl asked: “Which ruan, I haven’t learned this character yet, the stream of the stream has a lot of strokes, I don’t like to write this character.”

On her gray palm, Jian Qing wrote the character “Ruan” stroke by stroke: “One next to the ear, one yuan, the yuan on New Year’s Day. When my sister was in school, she didn’t like to write Xi characters either. She thought there were too many strokes. , every time I write a pinyin, Ruan Xi, and then get scolded by the teacher, and come home crying to me.”

When she was young, she lived in Sichuan with her divorced mother Ruan Sheng.

At that time, she had a stepfather, and her name was Ruan Qing at that time, and later, she had a half-sister named Ruan Xi.

Her mother hoped that the two of them would be like a clear stream wandering among the mountains, clean, cool and free.

The little girl said in a childish voice: “I don’t like names with many strokes either. We were writing that day, and my name has a lot of strokes. I haven’t finished writing it yet. I don’t know why. I was afraid that the teacher would scold me, so I took a look. It wasn’t my hands that were shaking, but the table was shaking, the floor was shaking, it was shaking back and forth. The teacher told us to hide under the table and wait for the shaking to stop. , she told us to run out, my deskmate and I couldn’t run away, she ran out, came back to hug me, and then the house collapsed… Sister, where is my teacher?”

Her teacher has died.

When the People’s Liberation Army found her body, they saw her lying on top of several children, using her body to tightly protect the children in her arms.

Jian Qing said: “Teacher, I’m going to meet the more beautiful angel sister in the sky.”

Tell the language of fairy tales.

The little girl didn’t speak, and after a while, she asked again: “Sister, where is your sister?”

Jian Qing was silent for a while, and said calmly: “My sister, she is going to be a star, and she has become a shining star in the sky.”

During the question-and-answer session, the PLA rescuers emptied the shredded prefabricated panels and dug a hole around the little girl.

The medical staff brought the stretcher over, Jian Qing covered the little girl’s eyes with cloth strips, and the rescue team carried the little girl onto the stretcher and sent her to a temporary medical treatment point.

The little girl was lying in the tent at the treatment point, and continued to ask: “Why did she become a star?”

Before Jian Qing could answer, she was called to the next ruin to assess the vital signs of the injured.

The ruins were a kindergarten. In the first night, everyone could still hear the cries for help and crying from the ruins, but they were buried too deep and could not be rescued.

Nowadays, there are still parents who sit by the ruins day and night with their children’s clothes and favorite dolls, singing nursery rhymes to the children under the ruins.

Seeing the child lying on the ground, Jian Qing was still used to holding the probe of the heated stethoscope first, and then sticking it to her chest.

No breathing, no heartbeat.

The carotid artery was pulsating.

She tried several sets of CPR.

The child still didn’t respond.

The rescue team looked at her sincerely, and she shook her head towards the rescue team.

The seven-foot boy from the rescue team squatted down and cried loudly: “This is only 4 years old! Just now he was calling uncle to save me!”

Jian Qing didn’t cry, and went back to the treatment point silently, looking at the little girl who called her sister just now.

The little girl’s family is gone and she became an orphan in the earthquake.

There are a lot of orphans here, and those children have blank expressions on their faces, and sometimes they just sit in a corner for a whole day, motionless, with their eyes blank.

Many of the first batch of medical staff and rescuers who came in also became silent. Except for the rescue work, they almost did not speak or communicate with others all day long. When they closed their eyes at night, all they saw was the purgatory on earth when they first came in, and the roadside was full of chaos. The victims, crying for help, can only hear and see, but they are powerless to save…

Some medical staff discovered this situation and reported it to the higher authorities, requesting additional psychological professionals to come in for psychological intervention.

At night, Jian Qing sleeps and dreams of Ruan Xi.

These days, she always dreams of Ruan Xi.

Maybe it’s because I saw too many corpses of children of the same age as Ruan Xi.

Jian Qing dreamed that when she was thirteen years old, her mother’s illness started faintly. At work, she always suspected that others wanted to harm her for no reason. When she returned home, she could always hear inexplicable voices and beat people.

Jian Qing dreamed that her stepfather, that beast in human skin, sneaked into her room when her mother was not paying attention, and wanted to sleep with her.

She put a dagger under the pillow and told him that if he dared to come in again, she would chop off his **** and throw them to his work unit, scaring him away.

She dreamed of Ruan Xi, Ruan Xi, who was only eight years old, was pressed on the sofa by that beast, intending to defile him, and was bumped into by her coming home from school.

Without saying a word, she took a wooden stick, slammed the back of the beast’s head, went to the kitchen and cut his neck with a knife, chopped off his genitals, threw them into the trash can by the side of the road, and carried her sister Ruan Xi behind her back. Leave home and go to the hospital for a physical examination.

When I arrived at the hospital, my sister said she was hungry, and when she went to the canteen outside the hospital to buy a piece of bread, her sister disappeared.

She cried and searched for a day, and called the police, but the police did not find her sister, but detained her.

The animal lost too much blood and died. She was under 14 years old and does not need to bear criminal responsibility.

When she came out of the detention center, she saw her biological father, Jian Zhenghe, and got the news that Ruan Xi had drowned in a river.

Facing death directly during the day, and repeating this dream at night, Jian Qing became more and more silent.

After the fifth batch of medical teams from Jiangzhou Attached One entered County B, the first batch of medical teams received a notice to retreat to the field hospital in M ​​City.

The field hospital is also a temporary hospital set up with tents, and it is set up next to the city gymnasium.

In the gymnasium, there are hundreds of disaster victims.

She was assigned to the internal medicine department and took over twelve beds of patients. The medical equipment and supplies here were more complete than those on the front line, and the breath of death was not so strong.

Finally, I no longer saw the messy corpses, no longer faced the impact of death, and no longer smelled the rotten smell, but I still had the same nightmare at night.

Communication has been restored here, she didn’t take the initiative to contact anyone, except for work, just kept silent day after day.

On this day, she finished her room check in the simple tent, closed the medical records, just walked out of the tent, and bumped into an embrace head-on.

Regardless of Jian Qing’s white coat, Lu Yinxi hugged her neck tightly: “I’m here to accompany you…”

The author has something to say: Lu Yinxi (seeing the silent and gloomy Jian Qing): I finally made her a little more cheerful, once she returned to the pre-liberation QAQ

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