Tsk, how boring would your life be then? "Little Shitou said.
"I can't help it. I'm used to it. I wanted to have a good time, get a girlfriend, get off work on time every day, and then go to the movies. But the conditions didn't allow it. I couldn't do it at that time. "
"You can always do it if you want to." Little Shitou insisted on his point of view.
"Do it?" It was rare for Zheng Ren to express his true emotions. His expression was a little angry as he said, "The most serious and difficult patients were given to me. Most of the time, I couldn't leave the ward for 24 hours. If there was an emergency surgery, I had to be called from home no matter what time it was. "
At this point, Zheng Ren realized that there was something wrong with his emotions. He tried to cover his face with his hands, rubbing it a few times as if he was rubbing Little Shitou's face.
Then, a face full of smiles appeared in front of him. It was still simple and honest, like a mask.
"You might be thinking that it's a good thing to have surgery. Why would I be unhappy? Let me put it this way. I was called to the hospital in the middle of the night. I was only the second assistant. They didn't even let me sew the skin. I could only cut the thread, "Zheng Ren said calmly.
"The most profound memory I have was one New Year's Eve. There were no patients in the ward. I went to a barbecue shop by myself … It was called Tycoon Skewers. If I had time, I would take you there. I went to have a barbecue by myself and also very extravagantly ordered a bowl of boiled tripe.
"After eating, I bought some fireworks and stood in an empty corner of the neighborhood to set them off. Fireworks were really beautiful, especially the rare stars in Tianhai City. I was very happy to watch the fireworks bloom under the starlight.
"At that time, I thought that they all say that fireworks are lonely. But fireworks are not lonely. They are very lively, very … beautiful. "
Zheng Ren's mouth was clumsy. Describing it as beautiful was already the best he could, even though he knew countless beautiful words.
No matter what, there was no way to compare to the word beautiful, and there was no word that could replace the word happy.
"Do you feel lonely on a New Year's Eve?" Little Shitou asked.
"I don't feel lonely. I'm already used to it," Zheng Ren said with a smile. "At 12: 16 that night, I was woken up by the phone. At that time, I was already used to it. I was just a little angry that my one and only quiet joy was interrupted. "
"I was called to go to the hospital because of a car accident. I was called to go on stage, but I was still the second assistant. I still had to retract the retractor. I was still not allowed to do anything." "I know what Chief Liu and the chief resident at the time were thinking, but it's too dark, so I won't tell you."
"Hehe, I know even if you don't tell me."
"So, I developed a habit at that time." Zheng Ren said, "The Internet is fast-paced and fun. The protagonist can always do things that ordinary people can't. Even if there's a problem with logic, the truth is often illogical. No matter how I look at it, the internet is more reliable. "
"And then?"
"After that, it was the surgery I mentioned. After that, I went to the emergency department. With the support of Old Chief Physician Pan, I set up an emergency ward and killed Chief Surgeon Liu." "At that time, Chief Kong of the 912 asked me to go to the Imperial Capital. I didn't agree at first. Do you know why?"
"Because you didn't make your original department miserable," Little Shitou said.
'This child is really smart,' Zheng Ren thought with a smile.
"Yes," Zheng Ren said. "Earning money is not the meaning of life at all. I just want to grab Chief Surgeon Liu and Chief Cen by the collar and ask them why they don't even let me sew the skin; why they insist on asking me to do the surgery that two people can do; why there are people who live closer to me but never look for anyone else and always drag me out of my bed every time."
"You succeeded."
"You can say that, but when I succeed, I don't feel like I'm going to take revenge. You know, even if you recover from your illness, you won't feel very happy. It's a long process. You pour all your efforts into every day and every detail. It's definitely not like competitive sports, where there will be results quickly. "
"So, when there's an ending, you won't feel very happy. When the conditions are right, success will come naturally. That's probably what it means."
"This is also one of the reasons why everyone likes competitive sports," Little Shitou said.
"Yes, the more difficult it is to obtain in daily life, the happier and happier it is." Zheng Ren smiled and said, "Later, I went to the 912 and opened another Nobel Prize project. Then, by chance, I won the Nobel Prize and got to know some so-called big shots. "
"This is my story. It's boring, isn't it? When I saw you, I felt that you were very difficult, just like how I used to be. "
"There's nothing easy about this world."
Little Shitou blinked and whispered, "Yes, so it's indeed very difficult for me. But no matter how difficult it is, I won't give up if the conditions allow it."
"There's no problem with the conditions."
"I believe you. Don't force yourself." Little Shitou closed his eyes again. Listening to Zheng Ren's' story 'just now had already exhausted most of his energy. At this moment, he was a little tired.
However, although he was tired, he was still inclined to communicate.
It was too lonely to be alone.
"I know that doing this kind of diagnosis and treatment costs money like flowing water every day," Little Shitou said softly.
"It's okay. Your treatment now doesn't cost money. It's just a favor."
"Okay, I won't ask so much," Little Shitou said. "I vaguely remember that when I was using the ventilator to help me breathe, you asked me a lot of questions."
"You can hear me?"
"At that time, it was like I was floating in the boundless universe. I could occasionally hear a little, maybe when the concentration of the medicine decreased," Little Shitou said. "I've been thinking about what you said about the meaning of life."
"Don't think so much. You won't grow up if you think too much."
Zheng Ren smiled and touched Little Shitou's head.
Little Shitou wanted to avoid it but he had no strength at all. His eyes were still closed, so there was no way to avoid it.
"Don't be so resistant. When you were using the ventilator to help you breathe, I don't know how many times I touched you," Zheng Ren said with a smile.
"Pfft." Little Shitou said disdainfully, "I thought for a long time and finally came up with an idea — don't ask what the meaning of life is. Living itself is the meaning."
Zheng Ren was stunned.
Was that so?
"Brother, I'm really tired this time. I want to sleep for a while," Little Shitou muttered. "You're welcome."
"Sleep."
Zheng Ren stood up and was about to leave when he saw that Little Shitou did not fall asleep immediately. Instead, he opened his eyes and tried to raise his hand. His small, withered hand clenched into a fist slightly taller than his body and trembled slightly.
Zheng Ren clenched his right hand into a fist and hit it with his own.
"Good luck!"
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