The Twelve Years: Song of the Unsung Friends

By four ten ten, there is a train coming into the station.

Not the one they were waiting for, it was from Nanjing.

In fact, Fu Tongwen and Shen Xi are mentally prepared. The trains have always been late. They made preparations to wait until sunset this morning. He watched the passengers getting on and off the platform dispersed, and the car stopped at the end of the track, waiting to return to Nanjing tomorrow.

"When the train was first passed, no one dared to walk at night," he laughed. "They thought that driving at night would disturb the gods and water monsters and there would be car accidents."

As soon as Fu Tongwen said in the past, she was like a child watching.

There are many questions waiting in line, waiting to be asked: "When you came to Shanghai, did you also take the train?"

He leaned over to laugh at her, and said in a low voice, "I left Beijing on my own terms. I cannot take the train for fear of being discovered and taken home."

She was surprised: "The Fourth Master..."

Didn't Mr. Tan always say that Si Ye went abroad with him? The two sons of the Fu family have both ran away. How did they succeed? She was full of doubts.

In ordinary days, Shen Xi did not want to talk to him about Fu Dongmin, because he was afraid of bringing back his sad past.

There is also a subtle mentality: She and Fu Dong'an's tablet have worshipped heaven and earth, and every time she mentions it, she can always remember the three words Fu Dong'an on that tablet. I heard that Fu Dongwen wrote down and engraved the character himself.

"What do you want to ask about Dongfang?" He asked with a smile.

"I want to ask, how did he escape from the Fu family with you?"

"He...behind me," Fu Tongwen remembered the past, with a smile on his lips, "After I left, his father took care of him more strictly. At that time, it happened that the old man wanted to marry a woman from the dust in order to please the other party. There was also a banquet in Tianruiju, next to Guanghe Building. Dong Yan used this pretext to place an advertisement in the newspaper, announcing publicly that he would not admit that this woman from Bada Hutong had entered Fu's house. I bought thousands of copies of that newspaper and spread it all over the capital, so I was kicked out of the house. But after three days, my father recalled, but no one can find it."

Fu Dong'an started making a fool of himself, and he was no worse than his third brother.

"He didn't know the address of my apartment in Shanghai, and didn't dare to go to the mansion, so he had to hire a few people and stayed at the dock day and night," he continued, "I was in the apartment waiting for the sailing schedule, and he stayed in a small hotel. So, wait and see. He is the body of the young master, but unfortunately he didn't bring much money with him. He had to stay in a small hotel and suffered a lot."

Although Fu Tong's birth mother is not high in status, she has never suffered in Fu's family. He has never lived in such a place. At that time, the small hotel was a mixed place. At night, in the left and right rooms were playing cards, smoking big cigarettes, and inferiorly laughing outside the door. Several girls wrapped their arms and slid. The room wandered around, singing a small tune, just waiting for a shirtless man to pull in and be a one-night couple.

Fu Dongfan couldn't sleep well at night. He was bitten by something he didn't know, and his body was red and itching was useless. He asked the innkeeper why there were biting bugs in the room. The boss and the guy laughed at him for his short-sightedness and told the young master. , The bug that bites is called fleas, which is the most common in hotels.

He was teased so that the young master had a temper, so he bought a guy who burned hot water to wash the sheets and wanted to dry the quilt.

As a result, there was a dilapidated alley outside the window of the small hotel, and people urinated at the base of the wall over the years, let alone drying the quilt, and spit out the overnight meal after pushing the window...

When Fu Tongwen said this, he laughed: "When I saw me again, I almost didn't recognize him, he was unkempt, his face was gray, and there were fleas on his body. It took a lot of money to clear him and let the foreigners let him go. I got on the ship. I opened a room alone. After 20 days, my body was finally clean, but my hair was shaved. I wore a hat and refused to take it off. It became a scene of a cruise ship."

Shen Xi gently shook his fan, fanning him.

"Dong Ming is in the UK, and he is very close to an overseas Chinese girl," he seems to want to tell everything about the past today, on the platform of this railway station, in the sunset, "Bring me to see it twice, after he returned home In correspondence with that girl, the wedding date was also discussed. Because my family does not accept overseas Chinese, it can be regarded as private for life."

Fu Dongwen's fingers twisted the pearl necklace in his neck, the beads the size of small fingernails, with a light pink luster.

"Later, the girl sent a pair of elegiac couplets."

From an overseas Chinese family, the girl had never studied ancient literature, so she picked a ready-made sentence:

Going to Qiongbi and down to Huangquan, there is nowhere to be seen.

The elegiac couplets in the mourning hall are mostly eulogizing virtues. In order to cling to the Fu family, there are exquisite couplets, some irritating, and some tear-jerking. Only this one is like dealing with errands. Where is the truth of copying poetry and sending it?

Only Fu Dongwen understood it for Dong Ming. When the elegiac couplet in the mourning hall was moved out and burned, he personally took it down and placed it in Dong Ming's arms. This sorrow, joy and sorrow, he actually resonated with an unfamiliar girl.

Halfway through life, there will be no confusion.

The heart of his old man was so hard that ordinary people could hardly touch it anymore.

But that day Gu Yiren's affairs were still piercing. "Serve the country for the rest of my life", similar words, Dong Yan said, Dong Lin also said, they did not end well...

At the end of the track, the train came straight from the heaven and earth line.

A whistle cut through the sky.

"San Ye, this is it." There are special signal flags on privately rented trains, which are easy to recognize.

Fu Tongwen and Shen Xi immediately went to the platform.

At this time, the passengers of the previous train had left the station early, and the cars that left Shanghai today also left in the morning. There were no other people inside and outside the station, the sleepers trembled, the car slowed down early, and slowly slid into the station with the remaining power of the brakes.

The sunlight shining directly on the eyelids was blocked.

Before the car stopped, Fu Dongwen grabbed the metal handrail by the door and boarded the car.

Shen Xi caught up with him.

A privately chartered train with one head and two carriages. None of the people in the first carriage had seen Fu Tongwen. Suddenly, they saw a gentleman break in with their hands on the handle of the gun. When someone called "San Ye", everyone was relieved.

All the way to Shanghai on guard, I finally saw the customer.

"What's wrong with the people?" Fu Dongwen walked forward, not looking at the people on both sides of the aisle, but only asking the people outside the door of the second car.

"It's not too good to say," the man bowed and whispered, "it burned up last night, and people are confused right now."

"Is there a doctor following?" Shen Xi intervened.

"No, no doctor dared to answer—"

No one dares to pick it up? Shen Xi felt something was wrong: "Let me go and see."

The one in front of me is not a medical staff, it is useless to say more.

Fu Tongwen helped her arm, let her in front of him, let her get into the carriage.

The curtains of the carriages are all drawn up to shade.

Although there are a few young girls shaking fans to ventilate the cabin, they are still suffocatingly hot. Normal people can't stand the long-distance hot summer days, let alone injuries. Shen Xi pushed aside a girl and saw Fu Tonglin lying on a hard bed. The carriage was very quiet. Shen Xi breathed slowly and touched the familiar face. This face seemed to have no changes in its facial features, but everything The subtle outlines have been re-sculpted over time.

Weak, vicissitudes of life, and sallow-faced Fu Tong Lin, his lips pressed into a line, burned utterly.

His eyes moved inside his eyelids, but they didn't open.

Shen Xi touched his forehead, which was astonishingly hot, as if his body was not covered with internal organs, but with burning charcoal. She suspected that the wound was infected. She went to check his leg. It was injured on the right calf. The bone wound under the gauze was seriously ulcerated, and there was a foul smell under the gauze...

In the carriage where the heat is gathering, cold wind blows from all directions, bitterly cold.

"Use your car, let's go to the hospital." Shen Xi looked at him beyond doubt.

Fu Dongwen immediately ordered: "Do it."

Before others could do anything, he had picked up his unconscious fifth brother. With an adult man in his arms, he is not much worse than Shen Xi while holding the weight. How much sin has he suffered if he is thin to this extent? He has held three people in his life, Fu Dongmin who stole his gun and committed suicide in the Fu family house, Shen Xi who was psychologically traumatized to protect him after the murder, and now Fu Donglin.

Each of these three seemed to be suffering for him, but even if he had a pair of overturning hands, he could not keep them alone.

He carried Xiao Wuye to the car and Shen Xi took the passenger seat.

On the way, she looked back frequently, worrying that Fu Dongwen was suffering from a heart attack. She owed her body halfway, and found his suit jacket that was thrown on the back seat. She took Baoxin pills and poured them to Fu Dongwen. He shook his head and sat there upright, with Xiao Wuye on his lap.

The car drove her and Xiao Wuye to the hospital. It was already six o'clock. The nurse who was at the gate to receive emergency patients was surprised and came up: "Doctor Shen, aren't you on vacation today?"

"Is the Vice President Duan here?"

"Yes, yes, it seems... yes." The nurse was shocked by Shen Xi's face.

"Hurry up and call the deputy dean," she immediately commanded two male nurses, "come here and carry the patient with me."

Shen Xi took the people out, lifted Xiao Wu Ye from the car, and gave Fu Dongwen a bunch of office keys: "You are waiting for me in the office. You have to check and consult first. I will leave you alone." The medicine bottle taken from the car was given to the driver, "You follow Sanye, if you feel uncomfortable to eat this, immediately go to the operating room on the second floor and call me."

The lights were off in the hall, and in order to save electricity in the corridor, only one light was kept for every three lights.

Shen Xi and the nurse pushed the hospital bed, the light of the light bulb, momentarily bright and momentarily dark, illuminated Fu Donglin's face unpredictably.

Shen Xi asked the patient to be pushed directly into the operating room. The three operating beds in the row were covered with blue sheets. She lifted the sheet on the middle bed, and worked with the nurse to lift Fu Tong up, so that the nurse would prepare for the preoperative examination and the anesthesiologist would also call.

After the nurse left, she stood alone in the empty operating room, disinfecting Fu Donglin's wounds. The inspection report did not come out, and Duan Menghe did not come. It was the end of the day, and they all went back and settled.

Duan Menghe came in, glanced at Fu Tong's legs, frowning, "I thought you were making a fuss, because it was his brother." He looked at the inspection report written by Shen Xi, and the wound was as deep as possible. "Are the patient's family members there? ?"

"In my office," she said.

"Get your family members ready for this infection—"

In fact, he does not need to say, she also knows.

In the major operations they have done in the past, more than half of the cases died from postoperative infections. Wound infection is the natural enemy of almost all surgeons in the world. No matter how successful the operation is, it will face an astonishing mortality rate of postoperative infection. As the two most famous surgeons in the hospital, Shen Xi and Duan Menghe are very familiar with the symptoms and wound conditions of this infection.

Duan Menghe has a classmate who gave up his career as a surgeon after his self-confidence was destroyed because he died of infection after repeated successful operations. Being helpless with the condition is the greatest torture to the doctor.

There is no medicine that can deal with this situation, there is no...

"You do the job first, I will invite a few friends of Renji over," Duan Menghe said. "They bought a new batch of drugs in the surgical department, and there may be new hope." He said this to comfort her.

Renji is his old club, and he has close contacts on weekdays. If he purchases a new drug, he will definitely tell him the first time. But in Shanghai, there is the Western hospital with the largest amount of surgical operations. It would be great if a doctor could be consulted.

After half an hour.

The nurse sent the report of various preoperative examinations. Shen Xi looked at the report in silence. After a meeting, he said, "Preparing for surgery."

She disassembled the original wound sutures, cleaned up the source of infection, and re-sutured.

The muscles and tendons inside have died.

...

All are pointing to extremely bad results.

The operation was over, it was the sunset.

The nurse prepared the consumables needed for intravenous infusion for Shen Xi. This was the order that Duan Menghe gave before leaving. In the hospital, only emergency patients were allowed to perform intravenous infusion, and no more than three doctors were allowed to operate. Shen Xi is one of them.

She found veins on the back of his skin-wrapped hands, disinfected, punctured, and administered medicine.

Watching drops of liquid flow into Fu Tonglin's body, praying that this medicine can help him a little bit.

Shen Xi carefully put down that hand, and at this moment he questioned his choice many years ago. Is it better to choose medical research or to save people clinically? At that time, she did not find the answer, but was eager for a highly effective drug to treat the bacterial infection and rescue Fu Donglin. Later, when Penicillin came out, she always thought of the little fifth master of this day and the young people who were determined to serve the country on the operating table on this day.

"...Sister-in-law." The familiar voice trembled her heart.

Shen Xi knew that he was not optimistic, but still smiling, leaned down and said softly: "Speak less and rest well. There may be surgery next."

There were doubts in Fu Tonglin’s brown eyes. He was dull, slowly rolling his eyes, looking at her, looking at the wall and the ground, and was unable to see the whole picture of the operating room, but he still recognized where it was: The doctor..." He laughed.

"Well," she also laughed and said softly, "You didn't treat the wound well. Did your military doctor handle it? I really want to scold him for you."

"that person……"

Little Fifth Master pursed his mouth and smiled, with tears in his eyes: "No. Sister-in-law... or scold me, I'll take it for him."

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