Chang'an in October, golden maple and wild fields.
On Lingmao Street, the north wind carried the leaves and blew across the street. Pedestrians wrapped themselves tightly in leather jackets. Old people who were not very cold-resistant even turned 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.
By.
He walked aimlessly, walking extremely slowly, with staggering steps. His originally sharp and rich facial features gave people a sense of decadence and decay. His face was abnormally pale, his lips were blue, and there was no trace of extra flesh on his face.
, as if suffering from a terminal illness and dying in the next second.
He seemed unable to feel the cold, or in other words, he was numb from the cold.
Her long, messy black hair was hanging around, and her expression was dull and confused. She looked like a lunatic who had just been released from a mental hospital.
The adults holding the children invariably moved away from the person'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 steady 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, are you going to touch porcelain?"
The people on the ground showed no reaction.
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 quickly."
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."
I cried out in my heart that I was unlucky, but I couldn't just throw someone on the street. Fortunately, she came out and drove a 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 took 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 trouser pocket."
Jiang Lu took it and took a look. His name was written with two characters, "Yu Mu", and his date of birth was September 12, 1983. "Oh, 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 took a day off, but he encountered this kind of thing.
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Zhang Zhuxun opened his eyes and looked at the snow-white ceiling above his head, his expression a little dazed.
The nurse who was changing his infusion bottle saw him waking up out of the corner of her eye, said "Yeah", and immediately ran out to find the attending doctor.
The doctor first checked his pupillary reflex, then measured his heart rate and blood pressure, then stretched out a finger in front of his eyes and asked, "What is this?"
Zhang Zhuoxun's eyes moved, and when he was about to speak, he found that his throat was dry, astringent, and painful.
I said "ha" twice in a hoarse voice, but couldn't make any sound, so I simply gave up and asked the doctor what was going on with my eyes.
The doctor comforted him and said: "You have been comatose for more than half a month. It is normal for your throat to be unable to make sounds for a while. After doing some rehabilitation exercises, you will recover soon."
Zhang Zhuoxun nodded, watched the doctors and nurses go out, and then quickly closed his eyes.
He was confused in his mind, and after a while, his memory slowly came back.
"Hey, ancestor, you've finally woken up."
A clear female voice sounded in his ears. Zhang Zhuxun opened his eyes and looked over in confusion. A long white hand reached out to Zhang Zhuxun and waved it, "Hey, I'm talking to you, are you stupid?
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Zhang Zhuoxun stared at Jiang Lu's face for a few seconds, his pupils suddenly shrank, and the face of a gentle, amiable, yet cunning middle-aged woman in his memory gradually overlapped with the face of the person in front of him.
"Old sh..." Zhang Zhuxun opened his mouth, but finally swallowed the words.
Before time travel, Zhang Zhuxun had studied medical skills with Jiang Lu for a long time. At that time, Jiang Lu was already a top figure in the domestic medical industry, and the family specially invited her to teach the younger generations medical knowledge.
A row of 13- and 14-year-old kids were like cabbage picking, holding up scalpels and scratching a piece of hot fresh pig skin. Jiang Lu walked around twice and finally only picked Zhang Zhuxun and another girl.
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The reason she gave at that time was that these two children had the steadiest hands, and the most important thing for surgery was to have a steady mind, steady hands, and a steady person.
It's a pity that the girl in the end inherited her mantle, and Zhang Chuxun chose an industry that is more suitable for him.
Unexpectedly, after crossing time and space, Zhang Zhuxun would be able to see her again. Although it was only when he was young, it is hard not to be surprised by this coincidence, and it also makes people feel a little at a loss when a naughty student faces the teacher. Seeing the child staring at him without blinking, Jiang Lu stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers, "Hey! What are you doing stupidly? Are you really stupid?"
Zhang Zhuxun closed the corners of his raised lips for a second and shook his head expressionlessly.
"This kid, why are you so serious?" Jiang Lu was amused, poured a glass of water and put it on the table, then sat on a chair and crossed his legs, "I'm telling you..."
Zhang Zhuxun remembered that when Jiang Lu gave them practical lessons, every time he had to give a long speech, he would say "I'm telling you." Then you only need to prick up your ears and listen carefully. Once she notices that you are distracted
, will come up with all kinds of weird ways to teach you a little lesson, and the punishments given are basically related to the corpse.
Zhang Zhuxun was once punished to sleep on the same dissection table for a whole night with the corpse he had dissected that day.
Jiang Lute likes to talk. Before Zhang Zhu could ask, she had already explained the whole story. Finally, she mysteriously guessed: "Child, do you have little social experience when you go out to work?
Are black intermediaries coaxed into black factories for exploitation and exploitation?"
Zhang Zhuxun had a question mark on his face and didn't understand how she came to such an unreliable conclusion.