In June, it was raining with dark clouds, and the day was like the night. The neon lights of the city fell from the sky, stretching for tens of thousands of miles, lighting up the clouds, and the night returned to the day.
In the spacious corridor of the hospital, the high heels stepped on the marble floor, making a crisp sound. Wei Zhanyan put her black hair behind her head, a snow-white coat on her body, and a metal tube hanging from her neck gave off a cold metallic luster.
"Doctor Wei, today's three operations are arranged in the afternoon, and there will be an emergency meeting at 18 p.m...." The intern followed closely behind her and told her what to do today in an orderly manner.
"Doctor Wei, the emergency department has just sent a patient with a lot of blood. Please go and have a look," the young nurse ran in in a panic and said hurriedly.
"Okay." Zhan Yan nodded and walked quickly to the emergency department.
A woman with disheveled hair and a pale face was lying on the hospital bed, howling in pain.
Beside the hospital bed, the man's well-cut hand-made suit was full of wrinkles. It was stained with a large amount of red, but he was not embarrassed at all. He stood there calmly, and the outline of his side face was as deep as a knife. His thin lips were tightly pursed, and his expression was so indifferent that it was almost indifferent.
Zhan Yan came in a hurry. When he saw the man's face clearly, he was stunned on the spot, and his face was pale. At this time, the man was also looking at her. After a short period of surprise, a shadow with a faint smile appeared in his deep eyes.
Unfortunately, she worked in this hospital.
Zhan Yan looked away in a panic and looked at the patient on the bed. She lifted the corner of the quilt and saw that the woman's lower body was covered with blood, and her snow-white skirt was dyed bright red.
"The child can't be saved anymore. Let's prepare for the operation of the Qing Palace," Zhan Yan said calmly to the nurse beside him. Even she had to admire her calmness at the moment.
The nurse handed the operation tail to the man. He took it, waved the golden pen in his hand, and neatly signed the words "Ji Weiyang". Like him, his words were arrogant and indifferent.
The operation lasted for more than two hours. Before the child was sent to the hospital, she had lost her baby. The only thing she could do was to clean up the patient's uterus so as to minimize the damage.
After that, Zhan Yan walked out of the operating room. She took off her mask and threw it into the processing box along with her blue surgical suit. She stood there washing her hands. Suddenly, a low and magnetic male voice came from behind her. It was very pleasant, but with a hint of coldness.
"Do you have anything to ask me?"
Zhan Yan didn't look back because she knew who it was without looking back. She had heard this voice for three years.
She washed her hands, dried them under the disinfectant, and then slowly turned around.
He stood at the door, his tall and straight figure mostly buried in the shadows. There were cigarette butts between his slender fingers. He breathed out the smoke casually, and his handsome face was hidden behind the fog. The feeling was so hazy that it almost lost its reality.
"What about you? Don't you have anything to explain?" Zhan Yan looked into his deep eyes, easy to be indifferent, and her tone was surprisingly calm, while the hands hidden behind her kept shaking. She was waiting for his answer. As long as he said that he had not done anything wrong to her, she believed him, even if it was just a lie.