"So what did you say?"
"Say what you have to say." Wu Hui said angrily, "Although to be honest - I really don't know anything. When I was hit, it was so sudden that I didn't even have time to read the license plate. Not to mention the person who was following me. No matter how you say it, it seems to be a lie. Although the police officer was very concerned, he still said that it is difficult to use things without obvious evidence as clues, so the car accident should be dealt with first."
"No wonder people left when I came back from washing the lunch box."
"Actually, Ms. Yi is a very nice person. The process is very strict and she speaks kindly. Before leaving, she said that if I remember anything, I can go to the headquarters to find her at any time."
"Extraordinarily caring."
As Mo Weiming spoke, he nonchalantly fiddled with the medical cotton in his hand, repeatedly picked out the appropriate size with tweezers, and then dipped it into the prepared iodine. He bent down and skillfully wiped the patient's skin with the gauze uncovered.
Wu Hui remained motionless, but her tone was a little doubtful: "What you said makes it sound like you have suffered the loss of being mute in their place."
"More or less. Maybe I'm unlucky, and the police officers I've met have very bad attitudes. Of course, I've only dealt with people under the former director. They are somewhat official-like, and my impression of them is It's very average. After the top management changed people, the hospital didn't arrange for me to have much contact with them. I don't know, so I won't comment - although it sounds good."
The hospital is always inextricably linked with the Police Department, and Wu Hui knows it very well. Of course, so do newspapers.
After disinfecting the area around the eye, he attached a square piece of new gauze with medical tape and carefully applied it to Wu Hui's left eye. She never dared to open her eyes, but the doctor didn't let her do so. Across her eyelids, she also clearly felt a strong sense of photophobia in the eyes that had undergone surgery. Even though it was dark now, the light in the room made her uncomfortable while changing the gauze.
"Afraid that your words will offend the warlord behind you?"
Mo Weiming's movements paused briefly, but his expression did not change. He still had the same half-joking expression, and said slowly and in a suitable tone: "You are not shy about your mouth."
"What's so taboo about this? Since it's something everyone knows, why shouldn't we say it?"
"Do you know who Miss Hanying is today?"
"You're the liaison officer of the Public Security Bureau. Could it be that you have a mysterious identity that no one knows about?"
"It's not unknown, it's just that not everyone knows it." Mo Weiming packed up the equipment in the tray and said seemingly casually, "But it's not a secret. She is the liaison officer and also Yi Huian. My biological sister."
"Sister?" Wu Hui slightly raised her voice, "Is she the director's sister?"
"Why are you so surprised? I thought you would reply to me, 'Who doesn't know this? Don't you work in a newspaper? I'm a little surprised that you don't know anything about this kind of thing."
Wu Hui slowly leaned back on the pillow, and then said hesitantly: "I, I am not responsible for field interviews or anything like that. I have no contact with people outside, and I don't know anything about the police department. But, this is so strange. I Just thinking that they have the same surname, they should be relatives, but I didn't know they were such a close relationship."
"It's not weird, right? It's true that they are liaisons, but they are the liaisons of the director. It's normal for them to be sisters."
"The position level is much lower. How is this arranged? But..." she thought about it for a moment, "I feel that the person is very energetic, and he probably doesn't hate his job."
"Yeah, not like you."
"I don't hate my job either." Wu Hui didn't know why he suddenly mentioned her.
"That's right. Otherwise, you wouldn't have worked overtime until midnight, right?"
Almost done. Wu Hui wanted to roll her eyes at him, but he couldn't see it since his back was turned to her. Forget it, let your eyes rest and don't let the surrounding muscles and nerves be pulled around. It's really not worth it.
"But," she added, "for a small person like me, I don't have to worry about the director's liaison officer personally contacting me, right?"
"Who knows. Maybe I've been busy recently and there's not enough manpower, or maybe the person assigned to you happens to be her. After all, she does practical work, and it doesn't mean that your relatives don't have to do anything if they do personal work. But for you, probably
The rate is nothing in the end, so I suggest you don’t have too high expectations. "..
"I know. I just...Oh, I really feel bad about money. I haven't worked for a few years, and I haven't saved much money..."
"It's better to feel sorry for your life. If you die, you will lose everything." Mo Weiming's tone was calm and sophisticated. He must have said this to many patients. He went on to say, "After a week of observation, I can be discharged if there are no accidents. It will cost less money."
"It costs a lot of money to be discharged from the hospital." This is the most lamentable part. "I don't have my family around. I also... don't want to write a letter asking them to come and take care of me."
"Hmm... With a fracture of your magnitude, it will take at least three months to fully recover. However, if you take good care of yourself, you can walk on crutches in a month. Can you advance the money for a month's nanny to the newspaper office? I really can't let you do it. I will take good care of you."
"I told you I don't have a crush."
"Oh, what you said last time was just that your colleague is not your partner. So you really are not?"
It's hard to tell whether this was a personal attack or not. Mo Weiming still smiled slightly, but Wu Hui didn't find it funny. She didn't know what the fun was in these words, she just thought he was a very boring person. Although her expression didn't change much as a whole, her downcast expression still made Mo Weiming notice something.
"Or borrow some money from a friend," he added.
"Okay, it's none of your business. I've already paid back the money I owe you. When you're discharged from the hospital, don't prescribe expensive medicines to me."
"That's not your decision. It depends on your situation. Some medicines are cheap, take a long time to take effect, and take a long time. If you are more flexible, you can return to work earlier." He muttered in a low voice, "I owe you My money... Yushu really doesn’t care about anything.”
"What?"
"nothing."
Mo Weiming sat on the bed next to him, and Wu Hui didn't know when he would leave. Is this the time for small talk during ward rounds? Doesn't he have other patients, or other work to do? Even if only one eye sees him, he will be annoyed.
"You always have a straight face," he tilted his head to look at her, "I would suspect that the car accident caused damage to your facial nerves."
"I've always been like this."
"Don't show your joy, master."
"There's nothing to be happy about, so why are you laughing?"
Mo Weiming felt as if he had been slightly targeted. His eyebrows were raised slightly, but his expression did not change.
"Speaking of which, it's not convenient for your parents. Don't you have any other brothers and sisters? Or are they all already working or in school."
Why are you still chatting about family matters? But Wu Hui was not very disgusted. Although there was nothing to be happy about, there was nothing more to hate besides the hospitalization itself. She responded normally:
"I'm the only one in my family."
"This is really rare..."
"Do you have any brothers or sisters?"
Have they ever told you that you are unpleasant to listen to?
"Well, I have a younger brother." He thought for a moment, "I'm the only one now."
Wu Hui was silent. Fortunately, I didn't say what I just said in my heart. I don't know what happened, but it was probably something unfortunate. But now that he can speak out frankly, he should be able to come out of it. Wu Hui had no strong interest in these matters, nor did she think it was polite to inquire into other people's privacy under such circumstances. Maybe someone will show unlimited sympathy - whether it's to truly comfort or to move themselves. Wuhui herself doesn't like this level of attention, so she won't treat others like this. Some people tell their own tragedies in the hope of receiving this kind of care. But even if Mo Weiming is this kind of person, it is not her turn as an ordinary patient to say such things. After she is discharged from the hospital, perhaps they will no longer interact with each other for a long, long time.
At this moment, Mo Weiming stopped abruptly and did not let her ask further questions. She stopped asking. If he wants to say something, he will naturally say it. He just sat there calmly, looking through his thick glasses and landing on the enamel tray. He wasn't staring at anything.
The next day, everything is normal. It was the same little nurse - it seemed that the girl named Yushu in Mo Weiming's mouth was taking care of her. Mo Weiming didn't show up, and the nurse only showed up during meals and changing dressings.
The time has come. After all, they were busy, which made Wu Hui's ears much clearer. She took the time to deal with the work assigned to her by her colleagues. Fortunately, no one came to the ward anymore, and she was more efficient than working in the office.
On the third day, Ouyang Qiwen came again, but very late. He took some of the work that had been done and brought something new. In addition, there are newspapers for the past two days, a sumptuous dinner, and some interesting anecdotes from the office.
"You must get better soon," Qiwen said sincerely, "I really can't stand it anymore."
"...Didn't you already bring me the writing work?"
"There will inevitably be emergencies." Qiwen looked deeply affected, "Eat more quickly and grow your bones quickly."
"It's not just a matter of words..."
Wu Hui sighed softly. The lunch box he brought was very large. When opened, it contained steaming white rice, two vegetarian and one meat. There is also a thermos flask, half filled with hen soup. She guessed that the soggy, stewed chicken legs in the lunch box were fished out of the soup.
"It's the end of the month, and we got together again in the office. We went to the same restaurant, and I took out the chicken drumsticks specially for you. Chinese medicine calls this the form to complement the form. Don't worry, they packed it for you in advance before anyone used their chopsticks. Okay, I won’t let you eat the leftovers.”
Mo Weiming stood beside the bed without knowing it. He took a deep breath of vermicelli, and the noise he made finally made the two of them turn to look at him. He was holding a lunch box in one hand and chopsticks in the other. He pushed up his glasses with the back of his hand.
"But," he swallowed, "this is your left leg."
"..."
so quiet.
"Why are you here again..."
Wu Hui couldn't help it. But Mo Weiming generously tilted the lunch box to show her and said, "You can eat whatever you want in the cafeteria. It's like vermicelli and cabbage for free. I'm an old acquaintance. Just eat it. It won't taste good when it gets cold."
"Ahem." Qiwen changed the topic and said to Wu Hui, "When you are discharged from the hospital next week, you can call a rickshaw. The rickshaw driver and I should be able to help you upstairs, just give you a little more money. Speaking of which, the case I found that the site has been cleaned up, and the landlord will rent you out downstairs again soon. I’m afraid it won’t be easy to rent.”
"...They are really anxious."
At this point, Mo Weiming, who was listening in, suddenly said, "Is this Ziwei Apartment?"
"you know?"
"That's the apartment where the murder happened recently. First-hand information published by Star News." Mo Weiming said with interest, "I'm planning to move there."
"W-why?"
The two were puzzled. They didn't know how this doctor could take the initiative to get close to a dangerous place.
"Is it cheap?" His tone was matter-of-fact.
"No, no matter what, it's a place where people have died, right?" Wu Hui frowned and said, "Aren't you afraid?"
"I'm a doctor and I've seen a lot of dead bodies. I'm a materialist."
Ouyang Qiwen seemed to look at him with a little more respect. However, Oh Hye looked at him as if he were seeing a psycho, not a doctor. This subtle doubt and confusion added a hint of emotional ups and downs to her usually calm face. Mo Weiming seemed to find it very interesting, and his smile was deeper than before.
