Chapter 9 The Non-Existent Doctor
I was stunned for a moment and said, "Really?"
However, if you stay up late every day, your complexion will definitely not be very good.
Chen Wei took out his cell phone and said, "Look for yourself, it's too scary!"
I leaned over to take a look at the screen and couldn't help but gasp.
Gray, haggard, without a trace of blood, he looked like a seriously ill person.
"Zhiyong, you have to take care of your health. Auntie is in this condition now. If you fall ill again, it will be troublesome." Chen Wei said seriously.
I nodded, laughed dryly, and said, "It's not that exaggerated. I just stayed up too late. I just need to rest for a while."
"By the way, what have you been doing lately? I haven't seen you around for a long time, what are you busy with?"
"Nothing, don't ask. I'll tell you later."
Of course I understand that Chen Wei has good intentions.
However, it is better not to tell him about places like Building D, so as not to cause unnecessary worry.
I felt a little sleepy and took a nap on the desk, but something was on my mind and I couldn't fall asleep.
My deskmate Cheng Xiaoyan was playing poker with a few boys as usual, shouting and laughing, completely ignoring the teacher's angry gaze.
After playing for a while, Cheng Xiaoyan glanced at me and said mockingly, "Tian Zhiyong, I haven't seen you for a few days. How come you are getting uglier and uglier?"
I rolled my eyes and said, “None of your business!”
"You...you just deserve a beating!" Cheng Xiaoyan was extremely angry.
"Sister Xiaoyan, it's your turn."
“No more playing!”
Cheng Xiaoyan threw the cards away, snorted, took out her cell phone, deliberately turned up the volume to the maximum, and started playing a movie.
I had insomnia to begin with, and she made it even harder for me to fall asleep. I immediately said impatiently, "Are you sick?"
"I'm happy, you bite me!" Cheng Xiaoyan said proudly.
I glared at her fiercely, but there was nothing I could do. I couldn't afford to mess with a little gangster like her.
…
After school, Chen Wei said he wanted to treat me to a meal, but I declined on the grounds that I had no appetite.
"Zhiyong, tell me honestly, what did you do this night?" Chen Wei said as he pulled me as I wanted to leave.
I smiled bitterly and said, "I really didn't do anything, I just played games all night."
"Okay, I haven't played games in a while, let's play together tonight."
“…”
I felt guilty when Chen Wei looked at me, so I sighed and said, "Don't ask me anymore, okay? I'll tell you later."
"Eh!"
Without waiting for Chen Wei to greet me, I left in a hurry.
I don’t know why, but working in a place like Building D, I inexplicably feel inferior, as if I’m afraid that others will know.
Thinking of the gloomy and eerie Building D, my mood became even worse.
After delivering meal to my mother in the evening, I chatted with her until almost nine o'clock.
I was about to leave when I saw that I was almost late. Suddenly, my mother stopped me and said, "Zhiyong, why do you look so bad?"
I was stunned.
Including my mother, this is the third person today who has said that I don't look well.
"I didn't sleep well last night." I made up an excuse.
"You must take care of yourself and don't get too tired..." The mother said with a distressed look on her face: "By the way, how are you studying recently?"
"good."
I feel guilty whenever she talks about studying.
Either he skips classes or he falls asleep in class. Even a genius can't be better.
I fled the ward and suddenly felt ridiculous.
Whether it's relatives or friends, you have to hide.
I feel like I have accomplished nothing, but I have to struggle in the vortex of survival.
One day, you might be sucked into it and never be able to escape.
I shook my head and pushed these strange thoughts away.
I walked all the way to Building D, and as soon as I entered the building, I got goose bumps all over my body.
It was the middle of summer, and even at night, the temperature outside was over 30 degrees Celsius, but once you entered Building D, it was like entering an ice cellar, the temperature dropped sharply, and it was incredibly cold.
When I entered, I saw several doctors carrying a patient on a stretcher. The patient was probably over 80 years old, an old man, and there was a man and a woman next to him, probably his daughter-in-law and son. The old man's face turned red and he cursed angrily: "Damn it, let me go! You unfilial sons, you sent me to this kind of place, you will be punished!"
The man and woman cried like tearful people.
"Let me go, or I'll call the police!"
The old man struggled hard.
The stretcher immediately became shaky.
The doctors had no choice but to hold him down and half-forcefully pull him inside.
One of the doctors knew me and quickly came over and said, "Zhiyong, please arrange for an empty bed."
I was a little hesitant and said, "Uncle, you seem a little reluctant?"
The doctor frowned and said, "Don't meddle in other people's business . How many people are willing to live in Building D? Just do your job!"
I felt a little unhappy , but I did it anyway.
After returning to the lounge to register, the old man was arranged to stay in Ward 403.
"You bastards, put me down!"
"Murder! Murder!"
When the doctors lifted the old man up, he was still restless and kept cursing. Perhaps he was too excited and accidentally slapped one of the fat doctors in the face with his arm.
The fat doctor was stunned at first, then he became furious and slapped him in the face.
Snapped!
He beat me so hard.
Half of the old man's face was swollen.
I really couldn't stand it anymore, so I went up to the fat doctor and asked him how he could hit a patient?
The fat doctor sneered: "Why, you want to be a good person? If you have the guts, why don't you pay off the medical bills he owes and send him to a regular ward?"
I was so angry, but I couldn't refute it.
What’s strange is that after being beaten, the old man, with his hot temper, just rubbed his face and looked around blankly. I don’t know if he was scared by the beating or what, but he didn’t even go to settle the score with the fat doctor.
What puzzles me even more is that when a man and a woman standing nearby saw their relative being beaten, they were completely indifferent and just kept wiping their tears.
I felt a chill in my heart. It would be fine if the old man didn't pursue the matter, but as his children, how could we not feel angry at all when we saw our old father being slapped in the face?
"Hey, are you just going to watch like that?"
I walked up to the couple and said, suppressing my anger.
"Look... at what?"
They looked confused.
"He was slapped by that fat doctor, didn't you ever think of complaining?" I was furious.
Hearing this, the couple looked at me in confusion.
"Brother, are you okay? When was my father slapped?" the man said.
Tsk, are you still pretending to be stupid in front of me?
I sneered and said, "Okay, stop pretending. That fat doctor just beat your father. Are you blind? You didn't see that?"
"How is it possible? None of the doctors who carried my father-in-law up there were fat, not to mention they beat my father-in-law!" the woman said with a frown.
What?
I was surprised.
No fat doctor?
But the doctor who just beat the old man was obviously very fat?
Suddenly, my heart shook, as if I thought of something, and I rushed upstairs like crazy.
Soon, I caught up with the doctors carrying the stretcher. They saw that I looked panicked and asked me what was wrong.
"Where's the fat doctor! Where did he go?" I asked loudly.
Several doctors looked at each other.
"Fat doctor?"
"We don't have a fat doctor here."
