In October in Chang'an, the fields are filled with golden maples.
On Lingmao Street, the north wind blew the leaves across the street. Pedestrians wrapped themselves tightly in leather jackets. Old people who were not very cold-resistant even took out their old cotton-padded jackets and wrapped them up early.
Among the hurried crowd, a thin and frail figure stood out. In the biting cold wind, he only wore a simple black short-sleeved shirt and single pants. His exposed arms were so thin that the veins were prominent, and the two shoulder blades on his back were high. With.
He was aimless, walking extremely slowly, and his steps were staggering. His sharp and strong facial features gave people a sense of decay. His face was abnormally pale, his lips were blue, and there was no trace of extra flesh on his face, as if he was suffering from a disease. A terminal illness, as if you will die in the next second.
He didn't seem to feel the cold, or in other words, he was numb from the cold.
His long, messy black hair was disheveled, and his expression was dull and confused. He looked like a lunatic who had just been released from a mental hospital.
The adults holding the children invariably moved away from the man's location.
Turning the corner, a tall woman in a hurry suddenly appeared in front of her. She was lowering her head to arrange the scarf that had been blown away by the wind. When she realized that there was someone in front of her, it was too late to brake.
The two of them bumped into each other, the woman staggered and took a step back to stabilize herself, but the person she hit fell straight backwards.
There was a thud, without even the slightest buffer, and the man's head hit the ground firmly.
Jiang Lu stared in disbelief, "I'll go and touch porcelain?"
There was no reaction from the people on the ground.
You won't fall to death!
Jiang Lu murmured in his heart, and quickly knelt down and patted the man's face, then pinched him, "Hey! Are you still alive? Wake up."
Still no response.
Jiang Lu stretched out his hand to check his carotid artery and nose again, and breathed a sigh of relief, "He's breathing and his pulse is normal. He should be fine for the time being."
She screamed in her heart that she was unlucky, but she couldn't just throw someone on the street. Fortunately, she came out and drove her car today.
When she helped the person up from the ground, she was surprised. He looked quite tall, how could he be so light?
Jiang Lu contacted a friend in the emergency department of the city hospital and sent him there to deal with the bag that had been knocked out from the back of his head and then did a full-body examination.
"How's it going?" Jiang Lu asked.
Her friend held the test sheet and film with a very surprised expression, "Where did you pick this person up? Even if he is moderately anemic, his internal organs are also failing."
"Ah? So miserable." Jiang Lu was also surprised and told the story of how he picked up the man.
Her friend also felt that she didn’t look at the almanac when she went out today, and she stepped on the wrong leg, so she was so unlucky, so he patted her shoulder to express comfort, "I have arranged everything for you. You can transfer to internal medicine. Oh, by the way, this is him ID card in your pants pocket.”
Jiang Lu took it and took a look. There were two words written on the name, "Yu Mu", and the date of birth was 1983. "Hey, this is still a child."
She herself was born in 1975, and this man was eight years younger than her. He was really just a child in her eyes.
"Hey~" Jiang Lu sighed. He finally had a day off, but this happened.
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(I want to set the character of Mrs. Pan as a lively, playful, yet steady and caring elder sister. She is 28 years old and a doctor in the city hospital)
