It's night.

Lan Yu is waiting anxiously at the door of the hospital.

The hospital has been quarantined and no one can enter.

A sense of despair, rising from the bottom of my heart, like that year's car accident.

Birth, old age and death are inevitable.

It is said that doctors' mobile phones are about to be confiscated, but several patients' mobile phones are still in use, so they can report safety to their families.

Lan Yu looks down at the sweaty mobile phone in his palm.

It's a blank, not even a text message.

There are passers-by walking around in a hurry, wearing a big mask: "it's terrible It is said that no vaccine has been developed so far. The mortality rate is very high! "

"Oh, come home quickly. Don't go to a crowded place for a while. If you can't get it right, you will get sick!"

“....”

Lan Yu's fingers trembled, and called Meng Xingzhou.

The phone rang a lot before it was picked up.

"It's me." Meng Xingzhou's voice was tired.

Blue rain opened his mouth and his voice began to choke: "you How are you doing? "

"I'm fine." Meng Xingzhou said briefly, "I'll hang up if there's nothing to do."

"I love you." Lan Yu spoke very fast, as if he didn't have a chance to say it again. "I love you very much. Thank you for your kindness to me these years. Even if I don't have a place, I'm still happy. "

there is no one to talk in the earpiece, only the heavy breathing sound.

Meng Xingzhou didn't know when to hang up and didn't say anything.

He looked at Qing Juan's gentle doctor and asked, "doctor he Is there a life-threatening condition? "

He Jia smiled: "any disease may be life-threatening."

"Yes." Meng Xingzhou smiled, "do you need my mobile phone?"

"No, thank you."

Meng Xingzhou knows that most of it is to avoid cross infection. In the early stage of influenza, no one knows how many ways of transmission there are.

Thinking about it, he turned off his cell phone and handed it in.

Lying on his back, he was in a peaceful mood before the unknown death.

The parents have some support. After Lan Yu and him are cut off, there will be people to rely on.

Good, that's good.

Just Why do you feel sad?

-

he Jiayu and several respiratory experts studied all afternoon and returned to his small room.

A clean, white, segregated room.

There are pens and paper on the bedside table for all the doctors.

He Jia wanted to sit on the bed and write, but his legs were long and this position was not easy. He got out of bed, knelt on the ground and began to write with a stroke.

Bequeath.

In front of every disease, the doctor who takes the lead in the most dangerous edge is often the so-called "help the wounded".

But they may not be able to save their lives.

Handsome and fluent handwriting only wrote three lines, but seemed to use all his strength. He Jia meets the hook lip and smiles gently.

Fold the paper and put it into the envelope. He Jia rubs his temple.

Bang -

the movement from the window startled him.

Turn around, he Jia meets the whole person to be stunned.

In the cold moonlight, Su Xiaomo, wearing a hat and a big mask, stepped on the windowsill outside.

He Jia's face changed. It's the 17th floor!

When he passed by, he dared not speak out, so he grinded his teeth and said, "are you crazy? What are you playing with

Su Xiaomo points to the pressure hanging from her body, afraid that he can't hear it clearly, roars: "Feng Feng borrowed it for me from the cast! Very strong! Really! "

.... Idiot!

He Jiayu's eyes were moist in an instant.