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That night, Yan Ke slept so deeply that he didn't hear the alarm clock in the morning.

He was woken up by Yu Cheng.

When he opened his eyes, he saw his uncle sitting beside him with a worried expression on his face.Seeing that he was awake, Yu Cheng took out his shift record book and opened his mouth to say something.Yan Ke suddenly remembered that the shift record hadn't been written yet, so he quickly took the notebook.As soon as he opened it, he found that his uncle had already filled in the information of the patients admitted and discharged for him yesterday.

He just needs to supplement the night special shift.

Uncle Shi suddenly patted him on the shoulder, Yan Ke was startled and looked at him in surprise.Yu Cheng was also taken aback for a moment, silently withdrew his hand, said something, then got up and left.

Yan Ke glanced at his phone, only to realize that it was time for the shift.He got up quickly, washed up in a hurry, and ran to the doctor's office with the shift record book.Everyone has been waiting.

Obviously everyone's mouths were opening and closing, but unexpectedly quiet.

Yan Ke glanced at the director guiltily, and Director Wang nodded, indicating that the shift can begin.Everyone's mouths stopped moving, and they looked at him in unison.Yan Ke opened the notebook and began to read about the patients who were admitted and discharged yesterday.

For some reason, when he was reading, someone showed a surprised look.Is there something wrong with his reading?

The whole office was very quiet, so quiet that even his voice of reading aloud could not be heard.

Yan Ke finished reading the ready-made words, raised his head, and began to describe Yang Minghuan's rescue process.In fact, there was nothing to explain. Yang Minghuan had long signed a consent form to refuse invasive treatment, and automatic discharge from the hospital was his only ending.

The so-called automatic discharge means "letting the patient die in a familiar environment", that is, to go home and wait for death.If patients are not allowed to die in the hospital, doctors do not have to report and discuss death cases, which occupies the hospital's death quota.This is good for everyone, everyone who is still alive.

After reporting about Yang Minghuan, the director said something else.After a while, the colleagues dispersed and began to prepare for the rounds.After completing the shift, Yan Ke can leave the night shift.He turned around and walked towards the locker room, the little uncle caught up and said something worried.

Yan Ke waited quietly for him to finish, and then said, "Don't worry about me."

For some reason, the people in the corridor turned their heads at the same time and looked at him in surprise.

...Why is everyone acting weird today?

Yan Ke walked and thought, and suddenly felt that the whole world is very quiet today, suitable for thinking.His mood was very calm, and there was a long-lost peace in his heart.

Until he passed the outpatient clinic, he saw patients lined up outside the clinic, and the nurse's desk was crowded with people.The triage nurse stopped the patient who was trying to squeeze in, and opened and closed her mouth. From the facial muscle movements, it could be seen that she spoke very hard and loudly.

Yan Ke looked at her and suddenly realized that the world is not quiet anymore.

It was he who lost his hearing.

what.

"what."

He opened his mouth and tried to shout a few times.Sure enough, I still couldn't hear anything.

That's not conductive deafness.It's a sensory nerve problem.

...I'm sick.

Yan Ke thought calmly: Fortunately, he was on the "Thursday Golden Class", and he could rest for three consecutive days without affecting his work on the next Monday.

On the way back, Yan Ke discovered the disadvantages of deafness.He couldn't judge the speed of the car by the noise of the engine, so he could only keep checking the dashboard to prevent himself from speeding.The horns of the vehicles behind him could not be heard either. When he was in a daze at the green light, the driver behind must have lost his temper.

He feels sorry.

Finally back to the apartment.When he entered the room, he saw Xiaolu's review materials on the table, and the sunlight came in through the window, turning the book into a warm yellow.Everything is so peaceful.

He suddenly felt tired, and he didn't even have the strength to take a shower, so he fell on the bed and fell into a deep sleep.

When I woke up, I was covered with a quilt and it was dark.He licked his dry lips, thought for a while, and didn't know what to do even if he got up, so he closed his eyes and fell asleep again.

Then wake up again.fall asleep again.wake up again.again……

Ling Lu didn't notice his strangeness until the next morning.

Zhang Xingduan told him the news of Yang Minghuan's death immediately.Ling Lu was afraid that Yan Ke would be too sad, so he rushed back to see him at noon, only to find that he was sleeping.Ling Lu felt relieved a little, covered him with the quilt and left.

Yu Cheng came at night, but Yan Ke was still awake.Ling Lu originally wanted to wake Yan Ke up for dinner, but Yu Cheng said that this was his way of escaping the pressure and he should be left alone.Ling Lu had no choice but to keep the food for him.

The next morning, Ling Lu couldn't bear it anymore.Yan Ke had slept for more than [-] hours, during which time he did not eat or drink, nor did he get out of bed or move around.Ling Lu tried to wake him up, but no matter how much he called Yan Ke, there was no response.Ling Lu panicked immediately, thinking that Yan Ke was in a coma, but luckily he woke up after pushing him with his hands.

Yan Ke opened his eyes and looked at him in confusion.

"Teacher Yan, you must eat something." Ling Lu looked at his dry and cracked lips, very worried, "At least drink some water..."

Yan Ke didn't seem to understand what he was saying, his eyes were still full of confusion.

Ling Lu felt that something was wrong with him, but anyway, eating is the most important thing now.He went to serve a bowl of porridge and brought it to Yan Ke.

Yan Ke shook his head, pushed away his rice bowl, and said loudly, "I'm not hungry!"

Ling Lu was taken aback by his voice, thought he was angry, but he didn't know why he was angry, and immediately became at a loss.Seeing this, Yan Ke showed a guilty expression on his face, and said in a low voice: "I'm sorry... I don't want to eat, I'm really not hungry."

Ling Lu asked cautiously: "Are you still going to sleep? The weather is fine today, let's go for a walk?"

Yan Ke lowered his head and said nothing.

Ling Lu waited for a while, but Yan Ke remained silent.Ling Lu had no choice but to say: "Then... I won't bother you. I'm reading in the living room, if you have anything to do..." Ling Lu suddenly remembered something, his face flushed, "If you want to hug, You can also call me. Anytime...you can."

Yan Ke still didn't respond.

The shyness in Ling Lu's heart was gradually replaced by shame, and he even began to regret saying such self-indulgent words.But Yan Ke lowered his head deeply and said nothing, which made him feel distressed again.Yan Ke must be very sad now, Yang Minghuan's death made him feel very guilty, right?What can I do for him?

Maybe he just wanted to be alone?

Or... Yu Cheng?

This thought made Ling Lu feel depressed, but he couldn't completely rule out this possibility.So he sighed and went to the balcony to call Yu Cheng.

"Teacher Yan is awake. Come and see him."

Half an hour later, Yu Cheng arrived.He saw the white porridge on the table at a glance, frowned and asked, "He doesn't eat?"

Ling Lu nodded.

Yu Cheng said displeased: "How can this be done?" Then he reheated the porridge and brought it into the bedroom.

The door was closed and even locked, Ling Lu didn't know what happened inside.It's just that when Yu Cheng came out again, the bowl in his hand was already empty.

Sure enough, when Yu Cheng went to feed him, he was willing to eat.

Ling Lu was a little upset, and couldn't read the book at all.Then he asked, "How is he now?"

"He's sick. Have you given him any medicine?"

Ling Lu was taken aback: "Not yet..."

Yu Cheng glanced at him reproachfully, took Yan Ke's medicine, and went into the bedroom again.This time he didn't close the door, so Ling Lu heard "Ake, sleep after taking the medicine".After a while, Yu Cheng came out again empty-handed.

Ling Lu asked: "He fell asleep again?"

"He's escaping from reality." Yu Cheng glanced at the date on the phone, "Let him continue to sleep today. Tomorrow you set the alarm clock, wake him up to take three meals a day, and let him take the medicine on time. I'll Go to the clinic and take good care of him."

Ling Lu smiled wryly: "He only listens to you, if I tell him to eat, he refuses to eat."

"If you don't want to eat, you can pinch his nose and pour him in. Slowly, don't pour into the trachea."

Ling Lu was taken aback. Could it be that Yu Cheng poured it like this just now?Before he had time to speak, Yu Cheng said again: "But probably not, he will have a good meal tomorrow."

Ling Lu glared at him, and hurried into Yan Ke's bedroom.Yan Ke has fallen asleep, and there is no sign of compulsion for the time being.He had to tiptoe out.

Yu Cheng mocked: "What's the matter? What do you think I did?"

Ling Lu was speechless.

Yu Cheng looked at the time, turned around and said: "I have to leave beforehand. Today is Yang Minghuan's funeral. If Yan Ke asks about this, you can say that I have already paid condolences for him and let him rest well." He seemed Thinking of something, he turned around and told him, "Don't let him go out, let alone drive. Take care of your pills and knives..."

Ling Lu hesitated and said: "He has such a good relationship with this patient, if he is prevented from attending the funeral, he may feel even more uncomfortable? If he wants to go, I can take a taxi to accompany him..."

"He's suffering from depression now, you want him to bid farewell to the corpse and visit the cremation?" Yu Cheng frowned, "Ling Lu, can you be more mature? Can you think more about him?"

Ling Lu was speechless.Yu Cheng sighed and left.

Ling Lu sat down at the dining table, distracted and unmotivated to study.

Thinking about it calmly, what Yu Cheng said made sense, but Ling Lu always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't say it.

He couldn't help but walked into Yan Ke's room again. Seeing that Yan Ke was sleeping peacefully, he felt a little relieved.When he was about to leave, he suddenly found that the trash can had been pulled to the bedside, and at least half of it was full of napkins.The paper was wet and balled up, as if it still contained...

Rice grains?

How on earth is he fed?How did he use up so much paper...and why did he lock the door?

The more Ling Lu thought about it, the more afraid he became.