The Romance of the Third World of Yitian

Chapter 30

At ten o'clock in the evening, outside the duty room on the third floor of the First Affiliated Hospital.

"Ma'am, who are you looking for?" The little nurse asked politely, while secretly looking into the duty room.Director Zhou has just finished a ten-hour operation, so she must be very tired, but she must not be disturbed by others.

However, the woman in front of her with her arms folded, her shoulder-length curly hair permed, wearing sunglasses, and stepping on sky-high heights was really powerful, and the little nurse who didn't have much work experience really didn't know how to stop this aggressive-looking strong woman.

However, she looks really good-looking.While thinking silently, the little nurse asked again, "Who are you looking for?"

The strong woman was forced to withdraw from her contemplation, her pupils were fixed in front of her eyes, she frowned slightly in dissatisfaction, but it was such a slight change that made the little nurse tremble timidly.She had no choice but to lower her voice, "I'm looking for Zhi-cough, Director Zhou of the Thoracic Surgery Department, is she in there?"

"No, Director Zhou is not on duty today." The little nurse had just finished speaking, when she saw the strong woman frowning again, she felt that the atmosphere was frozen, and hurriedly stammered: "You, what do you want to do with her? "

At this time, the head nurse who was in a hurry glanced at her inadvertently as she passed by, stood still immediately, stuffed the documents in her arms into the hands of the little nurse, waved her to leave, and stood in front of the strong woman with a straight face Said: "Ms. Zhao, I said that you should go to the psychiatric department for your problem, and now is not the right time. If you really need help, you should go to register first." The head nurse paused and repeated, "In the psychiatric department. "

"I don't think psychiatry can solve my problems." Ms. Zhao said coldly, with a strange emotion in her voice, "Besides, I just want to see her again."

The head nurse frowned, feeling helpless for the patient's unreasonable attitude, "You have seen it yesterday, and the matter didn't make any progress, right? The doctor's time is very precious, and no thoracic surgeon can solve your problem." The troubles caused by frequent dreams, even Director Zhou can't do it."

"She can." Ms. Zhao said stubbornly, "As long as I see her again, she will definitely remember..." After speaking, the voice gradually weakened, and endless disappointment flashed in the eyes behind the sunglasses, as if the last time It will be a big blow to her.

Seeing that she was silent in the middle of her speech, the head nurse sighed, calmed down, and asked, "You and Director Zhou knew each other before?"

"Well, a long, long time ago," Ms. Zhao said, "but she forgot."

The head nurse thought for a while, and hit the nail on the head, "So you're not here to see a doctor, right?"

"Uh..." Ms. Zhao smiled awkwardly, "You can say that."

At this time, the little nurse ran over panting, "Head nurse, Director Liu is looking for you."

"I'll go right away." The head nurse glanced at the slightly embarrassed visitor, and said to the little nurse, "Go in and see how Director Zhou is doing. She said that a friend of hers came to see her for dinner." After saying that, she turned her head. Said to Ms. Zhao, "Please don't delay the doctor's work in the future." This is almost an obvious assist.

"Okay." Ms. Zhao touched the hair next to her ears embarrassingly, to cover up her red ears, "I'm just too eager and flustered."

"I understand." The head nurse showed an inscrutable and meaningful smile, turned and left.

The little nurse didn't know why, but she still knocked on the door as instructed.I haven't seen an answer for a long time, and I was about to ask, when I suddenly heard the sound of tables and chairs colliding inside, and hurriedly opened the door and ran in.They saw the woman in a white coat lying limply on the ground, seemingly unconscious.

"Director Zhou!" The little nurse was about to rush over, but someone moved faster than her.

"Zhiruo!" Ms. Zhao called out Director Zhou's name, and she was still walking vigorously on the high ground, and she walked around the rickety chair and came to Director Zhou's side with an eager look.

The little nurse followed, and quickly judged that it was a cardiac arrest. It was the first time she saw such a scene, and she quickly panicked, "CPR, eh, how do you do it, it's like this——Ms. Zhao, what are you doing?" ?”

Ms. Zhao put Director Zhou flat on the ground, knelt and sat beside her, interlocked her fingers, pressed her palms on her chest—the position of the sternum, straightened her elbows, and pressed repeatedly.The little nurse was stunned. With such a standard hand-held CPR posture, can anyone do it now?

"Stop, what are you doing, why don't you go, call someone..." Ms. Zhao glared at her through her sunglasses.

In the chaos of war, no one thought that Director Zhou, who was always in good health and could defeat a dozen gangsters with controlled knives with his bare hands, would almost die suddenly due to overwork.If it weren't for that persistent Ms. Zhao, I'm afraid it would be difficult for people to find her collapsed in the unmanned duty room immediately. If the best time for treatment is missed, all that will be left is a corpse.

All in all, it is not an exaggeration to say that Ms. Zhao is Director Zhou's savior.

Under such circumstances, Director Zhou had no choice but to adopt the head nurse's suggestion and take out the sick leave granted to her by the hospital due to the pressure of the staff to date Ms. Zhao. Of course, she herself did not agree with this statement.

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When she woke up, she was still a little dazed, obviously her last memory was on the lover with two temples and tears streaming down her cheeks, how could it turn into a snow-white ceiling when she opened her eyes again.

The people waiting to visit—especially the head nurse who forced her to eat with Ms. Zhao—chattered away, and she finally had time to collect her thoughts.

Although it is still sweet to recall the love of a lifetime together, but when I think that all the experiences may be just a big dream, I feel more helpless besides the bitterness.

Life is short and short, when two people are together, decades of time are fleeting, summed up in just a few words.It can be said to be long, because it is also decades, but she can only chew on the memories of the past in the following days. It must be the endless years of loneliness that even a second is too long.

Ever since they were together that year, their life has not been as smooth as a pool of stagnant water, not to mention the fox friends who come to the door all day to eat and drink, and the countless customs and customs of the Middle Earth, Western Regions, Persia, Mongolia, etc. The magnificent mountains and rivers, just the two of them alone have endless fun.

They often quarreled, almost always because of sexual disputes.In fact, it is not discordant, but she always wants to fight for her weak position, although the result is often even more unbearable.However, she still enjoys it without forgetting to eat, which may also be a kind of taste.

Over the past few decades, there has only been one quarrel, and that time the other party was really angry.Because she admitted frankly that she might leave this world first—because of her frailty, because of the cold that caused her childhood illness—but she didn’t want him to go with her. No one compromises.

Fortunately, she persisted until no one needed to compromise.

Until her hair was as white as snow, she finally fulfilled her promises of "holding your hand and growing old with you" and "never leave" with practical actions.

But now, why is it back to the original point?

She smiled wryly in the unoccupied ward, covering the glare of the sun with her arms, only to feel that the sockets of her eyes were extremely sore, and when she blinked again, hot tears had already slid down her face.

In such a world where everyone knows that Princess Shaomin, who is so magnificent and dares to love and hate, loves the kind-hearted young Pian Pian wholeheartedly, how can she convince herself that everything she has experienced is true? Existence, not a dream when she hovered on the edge of life and death.

How to put the heart in the chest that has fallen in love with the person who should not love so that it will not ache when alone.

She covered her face and sighed helplessly: Minmin, what should I do next?

"Why don't you think about me?" The clear and familiar voice was like a spring, watering her withered soul.

She tried her best to recall, and finally dug out the information of this difficult, troublesome, inexplicable and nonsensical patient from the distant memory fragments: she always dreamed of the life with her lover in ancient times, which was bizarre and real, such dreams Day after day, she was haunted by this patient, and finally she was overwhelmed and ran to the hospital to spread her unhappiness.

"What do you mean by thinking about you?" She took a deep breath, raised her head, and looked at the patient who had been forgotten by her for a long time. The more she looked, the more puzzled and shocked she became.

--so similar.

It's not the appearance, but the sensuality and temperament between the eyebrows and eyes, as well as the lover's unique, affectionate eyes as if embracing the whole world just by looking at her.

"My name is Zhao Min, and I'm here to see you." The other party raised his eyebrows, stretched out his hand to her, and smiled, "There is no cure for lovesickness, only you—"

"...but doctors can't fall in love with patients, so you should change your rhetoric." She also smiled.

While embracing, Zhao Min whispered in her ear, "Zhiruo, I finally found the source of the painting on that fan, so don't you think you should explain it to me? —— Or do you want to experience it for yourself? Let’s talk about the specific embodiment of modern technology in sex? To be honest, since I gradually regained my memory, I really want to try those things on you.”

"...Listen to my explanation, don't be impulsive."

The little nurse who happened to pass by was horrified to find that Director Zhou, who had always been calm and composed, showed a look of panic and pleading.And his face was completely red, his eyes were full of shyness, but he seemed very happy and relieved.

Don't understand, the little nurse shook her head and left.

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Concluding remarks:

The author who rambles nonsense, it doesn't matter if you don't read it.

In fact, the original intention of writing this article is very simple. When I was discussing the 03 version of Yitian with my classmates a month ago, the classmates commented on the head: "I'm miserable all day long."

Thinking back... I couldn't refute it, so I reread "Yitian" resolutely, determined to write a less bitter head.

The old man is really powerful. This short story depicts the love and hatred of so many people.The more I looked at it, the more I felt powerless, and I was still unable to decide on the identity of the head, so I wanted to give up for a while.

At this time, I happened to see the part where the princess in Wanfa Temple threatened the master with the Yitian sword. I thought, if the master is really stubborn, he should shout "Come, I'm not afraid of you" while hitting the sword point. right.That's right, it's ooc, but when I think about how the princess should react at that time, I can't restrain the bad taste in my heart.

The drive to describe such a scene kept me thinking about it, although I didn't use it in the end.

First, it was decided to be Min Ruowen. Since it was Min Ruo, there could not be a body with a soul occupying the master—it had to be the two of them.That is to say, through the pass.

That rebirth?

In Chapter 2, I quoted a passage from the old man: the world is subject to change, and success or failure depends on luck. Although it is about luck and luck, it is different from luck and misfortune, but in the final analysis, it is always determined by each person's original personality.

If the head of the sect was reborn directly, how much would it change the situation?Her thoughts are still bound by that era, even by Emei and Zhang Wuji.

So I thought, why not let her come to modern times for a while.She should expand her vision from a person or a sect to the world, or narrow it to herself.

So there is the setting of "the third world".

She is still weak and unwilling to face reality, but when everything has to be faced, she can finally straighten her spine and give an answer that no one can object to.

She still has the heavy sense of responsibility from the first life, but she can already make choices in her own heart and choose what she really wants.

She is still stubborn and stubborn, with a deep scheming heart, and she is also ruthless towards herself. She doesn't like to kill innocent people indiscriminately, and treats people kindly and politely... But what she is doing now is truly worthy of her heart, so there is nothing wrong with it Woolen cloth?

As for the princess, frankly speaking, I admire or even admire such a person. There are more words in the rhetoric, so I won’t repeat them here.But as the article said, because of this, I don't like the way she is desperate for Zhang Wuji.

I don't think it's worth it.But love this matter, others are not qualified to say anything.

So she just keeps going.

Anyway, in my writing, the person she is obsessed with should be someone who is equally excellent, devoted to her, worthy of her entrustment, and worthy of her efforts.

As for why the head III still can't beat the princess, there is no winning or losing in such matters as feelings (laughs). As far as the princess is concerned, it is not so much a trick as a gamble, although she is [-]% sure.As far as the head is concerned, it is a matter of course, even though she was unwilling to face it at first.

The original plan was not so much a plan as a challenge: without an outline, a chapter of about [-] words a day until the end of the twenty chapters.

As a result, the plot has reached the top of the light, and the twenty chapters will definitely not be able to be closed. I thought about it all night, and it really doesn’t work without an outline, it’s too late.So he was cruel and chopped!What ice and fire island, four daughters on a boat, what marriage, what lion slaughter meeting, all cut off!Get married on the spot after burning Wanfa Temple!

So maybe you will think that the princess's confession is hasty, there is no way, if you continue to write the original plot like that, you will die during the exam week.

I was so excited that I couldn’t fall asleep when I conceived of the modern episode—in fact, the modern episode has foreshadowed in the text, although it’s just briefly mentioned—this kind of fate completely hits the point that I am demanding as an obsessive-compulsive disorder.

Because in the text, due to current concepts, the head of the sect has no way to explain clearly to the princess.But in the episode, since the recovery of the memory from the dream by the princess is not scientific, the rebirth of the head is naturally not so incredible.This can be regarded as the final explanation to the princess.

The head of the rebirth due to cardiac arrest changed the world line to be with the princess, which caused the princess in modern times to revive her memory, search persistently, and finally saved the head's life.

Summarized in this way, there really is a feeling that it is up to you, which is the explanation of the sentence at the end of the article.

At this point, this article is over, with nearly 20 words in one month.

I am not a very mature writer. So far, I have mostly played with the mentality, so some writing pits have been pitted, and the big deal is to change my vest and continue to pit (in short, don’t rush, it’s useless...)

This is the only one that really writes with the mentality of a medium-length novel, and it is also completed in a proper way.It means a lot to me, and it's inevitable that I'm a little relieved.

Anyway, thanks for watching.