In many wards of the hospital, the lights are turned off, dark, like a big wooden box.
However, the light in the top ward was on. Wu Mian saw the light from a distance with Chu Zhixi on his back, like a shining crown in jianxie hospital.
"Why don''t you turn off the lights when you go?" Wu Mian said with some unhappiness.
"Is there anyone else practicing wearing protective clothing?"
"I don''t think so. Go and have a look." Wu Mian said.
"I''ll come down."
"No," said Wu Mian with a smile, "I close my eyes and you show me the way."
"Hahaha, what if you fall?"
"I''m sure I won''t make mistakes. It depends on your ability to guide the way." Wu Mian said, "my execution is first-class."
Chu Zhixi''s nose was sour. He held back his tears and tried to say with a smile, "brother, have you closed your eyes?"
"Closed." Wu Mian said softly.
"Move forward, 10 steps, 70 cm per step, and turn 22 degrees to the right..."
While playing, they entered the sword association hospital.
Chu Zhixi showed the way perfectly, Wu Mian performed accurately and entered the hospital like walking on the ground.
During the Chinese new year, there was no one in the hospital. The lights in the hall were on. Wu Mian''s big toe shoes with snow stepped on the marble floor and made a creaking sound.
After opening the elevator and entering, Chu Zhixi jumped down with a smile.
"Brother, I just thought of a question."
"What?"
"It''s winter now. What if the new virus recombines with the influenza virus?"
"The old headmaster is also thinking about it. Don''t think about your cerebellar bag. Be careful not to think too much."
Chu Zhixi glanced at Wu Mian.
"Are there any other measures?"
"To build a new infectious disease hospital, the first one is estimated to have started now. It is called huoshenshan hospital."
"Oh." Chu Zhixi sighed.
Wu Mian took a deep look at her and saw that Chu Zhixi didn''t speak. Wu Mian didn''t say anything.
Silence is better than sound.
About to leave, maybe a parting is forever, and any words seem so meaningless.
When I came to the training ward, a figure flashed inside.
"Who''s there?" Wu Mian shouted from a distance.
He was afraid that he and Chu Zhixi would suddenly appear and frighten the people inside.
"Ah? Miss Wu? Are you here?"
A voice came out.
"Li Qiong? Why are you still there?" Wu Mian asked, holding Chu Zhixi''s hand and strode in.
"I''m wondering what to do with my hair." Li Qiong came out of the house, wearing protective clothing but no headgear, and was fiddling with her hair.
"Those who didn''t go home for dinner during the Chinese New Year." Wu Mian scolded slightly.
"Yes, Miss Wu," said Li Qiong hurriedly, "I didn''t come until 12 o''clock."
"Oh."
"I compare your videos and find that I can''t speed up because of my hair. It''s OK to turn it up, but the hair will fall out occasionally, which may cause communication." Li Qiong said with some sadness.
"Brother, go check the warehouse." Chu Zhixi smiled. "I teach Li Qiong how to protect her hair. I have experience."
"OK." Wu Mian knew it was inconvenient, so he patted Chu Zhixi on the shoulder, "then I''ll pick you up later."
Seeing Wu Mian turning away, Chu Zhixi asked, "I have a way."
"Professor Chu, you..."
"How old are you?"
“27。”
"Then we are the same age. No matter what, you can call me Xiao Xi." Chu Zhixi said with a smile, "Li Qiong, can you take out your bag? The kind of neurosurgery."
"Wait a minute, I''ll get it."
When it comes to neurosurgery, Li Qiong knows what Chu Zhixi means.
Do you really want to do this?
Li Qiong hesitated.
Beautiful hair is Li Qiong''s pride. Her hair is long and silky. It''s also because the hair quality is too good, so it can''t be tied.
When Li Qiong left, Chu Zhixi took off her coat and looked at her fuzzy shadow in the glass window. Her fingers rolled the ends of her hair and her heart was thinking.
Soon, Li Qiong took back the leather bag for neurosurgery.
"Li Qiong, do you know the situation is very serious this time?" Chu Zhixi asked softly.
"I know, Mr. Wu said," I saw the message sent by the people who asked for help in micro-blog and tiktok these days. "Li Qiong''s expression was dim." it can be dangerous again. "
"Yes, I can''t help it." Chu Zhixi picked up the leather knife and smiled. "Once upon a time, the performance was ten yuan. When I went out of the emergency room, the nurse was too busy. I prepared the skin for the patient every time."
Li Qiong looked at Chu Zhixi and was puzzled. Professor Chu, are you going to shave your hair? Don''t even discuss it? At least ask for your own opinion.
Although I won''t refuse.
"At that time, I had 12 neurosurgery operations at most one night, and my brother had 16, all of which were my skin." Chu Zhixi stood in front of the window. Outside was the black and steep old Gua mountain, with a blurred reflection, but she was skilled. After installing the blade, she fell on her left forehead.
"Professor Chu!" said Li Qiong in surprise.
"Well, the leather preparation is actually very simple." Chu Zhixi didn''t hesitate. His technique was smooth, like he had done countless times before, and a wisp of green silk fell on his shoulder.
Li Qiong covered her mouth.
Chu Zhixi is getting married and has less than half a month... And now she''s shaving her head.
"I just learned that a doctor in my elder martial sister''s hospital was infected by the virus because he opened his goggles a little and dissipated the water vapor." Chu Zhixi said, shaving half of his hair.
Even if you shave your own head, the technique is still proficient without any stagnation.
But Chu Zhixi had a faint smile on his face, but tears came out.
"So, on the way here, I thought that my hair should not be kept, otherwise it will increase the possibility of infection. The virus is too fierce this time, and any negligence will lead to a big mistake."
"Professor Chu... You won''t go."
"How could it be, man, ha ha." Chu Zhixi''s hand was getting faster and faster. He kept soaking the hair root with soap, and then cut off his hair with a leather knife.
Wisps of green silk and tears fell on the shoulders and the ground.
"When my hair achieves waist length brother, brother, brother, I want to keep my hair." then brother turned a particularly conventional saying - "I am fond of my hair and waist." although my brother said it was vulgar, I liked it. After 6 years, he still did not stay until he got married.
"..." Li Qiong stared at Chu Zhixi''s back.
"Li Qiong, fetch me some warm water and I''ll wash my broken hair." Chu Zhixi said.
"Oh." Li Qiong looked at Chu Zhixi blankly and didn''t move.
"Li Qiong, you set me up." Chu Zhixi had shaved his beautiful hair, which was shorter than Wu Mian''s.
She wiped away her tears, looked at Li Qiong with a smile, lowered her head and said, "I''m especially willing to dish my brother''s inch. Now I can dish myself."