Picking the stars

The hospital is always a place with constant flow of people.

It was raining heavily. The traffic flow in and out of the hospital was too heavy and blocked. There were traffic policemen wearing raincoats and directing traffic in the rain, but the effect was very low. The traffic was still very blocked and they couldn’t get in or retreat, so they were so crowded. In the rain, the main entrance was tightly blocked.

Who is not in a hurry to come to the hospital? There are a few grumpy drivers who simply opened the car window, poked their heads out and yelled.

Pei Ji looked at the opening and closing mouths of the few people through the car window and rain curtain, and then estimated the situation. It was estimated that it would not be able to get through for a while, so he simply found a parking space on the side of the road and walked in.

The rain hit the ground, converged into water, washed the ground, and accumulated a low-lying pond.

Pei Ji is tall, holding an umbrella, and looking for a higher place to walk, but still wet his shoes and trouser legs.

She was holding a mobile phone in her hand, and there was a map on the screen. There were two points on the map, one representing her and the other representing Song Er.

When she just parked the car, Song Wei shared her location using WeChat.

Pei Ji glanced at the screen as she walked. There were still some distance between the two points on the screen. She had to walk straight along the road in front of her. When it came to the end, she turned left and turned into a small path.

This hospital is so big that the sirens of ambulances can be heard from far away every once in a while.

There are two rows of plane trees planted on both sides of the road, and people walking in a hurry, braving the rain, walk quickly.

Pei Ji walked through the rain, walked to the end of the road, and turned into that path.

This is a small garden behind the inpatient department of the hospital. The rain is pouring, of course there is no one at this time.

The two points on the phone screen are getting closer and closer, and they are about to be met.

Pei Ji saw Song Wei sitting on a bench outside the inpatient department. There was a stretch of eaves above the benches, but the rain was so heavy that the eaves wouldn't do much, and sometimes fine rain drifted in.

Song Er's skirt was wet.

Pei Ji slowed down after seeing her sitting there in a hurry. She walked up to Song Ye, leaned the umbrella forward, and put Song Ye under the umbrella.

Song Er heard the footsteps, she heard someone approaching, heard the person stop in front of her, and then the fine rain that drifted to her from time to time was blocked.

Song Wei knew who was here, she subconsciously raised her head, but there was still nothing in front of her. She couldn't see that person.

The originally depressed heart suddenly sank to the bottom.

"Professor." Song Er called out.

She was wearing a mask, and most of her face was hidden. Her expression was not visible. The exposed eyes were faint amber, clean and clear, but there was no light.

Pei Ji looked down at her and asked, "How did you come?"

The rain is so heavy, the car is hard to call, how did she get to the hospital.

"Let my friend send me here." To be precise, she was sent by her agent, Shen Zhizhou. She explained why she didn't tell her, "You are so busy and I don't want to interrupt your work, so I asked a friend to send me off. The doctor made an appointment early in the morning."

Pei Ji swept around: "Where are your friends?"

"I'll let her go first." Song Wei lowered his eyebrows lightly, "Am I still disturbing you? I should ask my friend to send me back."

She thought that when Pei Ji asked where the person who sent her was, she was dissatisfied that she let her come here to pick her up in the heavy rain. Actually not. Pei Ji wanted to ask that friend what the doctor said.

Domestic doctors take care of patients' emotions, so when they talk about their illness, they will tell their family members or friends in more detail, and then they will choose to tell the patients euphemistically, or conceal it directly.

"You didn't bother me." Pei Ji said.

Song Er seemed to be comforted a little. She stretched out her hand cautiously, touched the corner of Pei Ji's clothes, gently grasped it in her hand, and said, "Actually, she can send me back. But the result of the examination is not very good, I am very I'm afraid, I want to see you right away, I want you to pick me up."

After she finished speaking, she paused, wanting to hear Pei Ji's reaction, but only heard the sound of rain.

The rain is too loud and noisy, but if there is only the sound of rain between heaven and earth, it will create a sense of loneliness inexplicably.

Song Yi was a little disappointed: "I'm really scared, I'm afraid I will never see. I still have a lot to do. I want to write a lot of songs and sing it to everyone. I want to see the world again. I want to Look..."

When she said this, she stopped, did not go on, just grabbed Pei Jiyi's hand tightly.

What to look at? Pei Ji was puzzled, but she didn't ask.

Most people would choose to comfort when they heard this kind of worry and fear, but Pei Ji couldn't say "it will be okay" because she hadn't read the medical certificate and didn't know what was going on with Song Er.

She can only say: "Tell me in advance next time and I will accompany you."

When Song Wei heard her say this, the corners of his lips were curled up, but he still cared about Pei Ji's work and said, "But you are very busy, so I can come by myself."

"I'll come with you." Pei Ji insisted.

Most of the haze in my heart dissipated at once. Song Er agreed.

The rain is so heavy, there is only one umbrella, and a single person may not be able to keep it wet at all, let alone two people. But Song Er felt that he hadn't been showered at all. The small and small world opened up by the umbrella can hold Song Wei firmly in it and protect her from a little wind and rain.

However, Song Wei couldn't feel at ease. She grabbed Pei Ji's wrist and shook it: "Pei Ji, you support yourself more."

The umbrella is so big that she can't get it, and it must be Pei Ji who gets it.

Pei Ji said: "The umbrella is very big."

She was lying and half of her body was wet. But she still tried her best to support Song Er with an umbrella. Song Wei is not stupid, she certainly knows that Pei Ji is lying, but Pei Ji is not the kind of person who can be persuaded.

Song Er wanted to walk as fast as possible, but there was water on the ground. She couldn't see it and couldn't walk fast at all.

She regretted now that she shouldn't have called Pei Ji so willfully.

Song Er regrets and feels guilty.

Pei Ji suddenly said, "Which doctor's account did you call?"

Song Er subconsciously replied: "Dr. Zhao Mingyang." Zhao Mingyang's eye surgery is of the first-class level in the country, and his account is difficult to hang.

"Why don't you hang up Professor Li Shengbai?"

Pei Ji's voice was still very flat and straightforward, drifting into Song Er's ears with the sound of rain.

This question is a bit naive. Song Er had to answer her seriously: "Professor Li Shengbai's number can hardly be hung up. It's too difficult. I tried it, but even his people can't get in touch."

Zhao Mingyang is a first-class expert, and Li Shengbai is the top one in the first-class. His account is not even rich.

Pei Ji did have channels to contact Li Shengbai, but she did not convince Li Shengbai to accept one more patient. Pei Ji is not used to talking about things that are not sure.

So she didn't mention it, but just said "Um": "You will show me the medical certificate later."

"Good." Song Er agreed.

The topic came to an end, and the two people under the umbrella fell silent again.

Song Wei's attention returned to the fact that Pei Ji was getting wet. She tried to touch Pei Ji's body on the other side, and Pei Ji opened his mouth again: "What do you want to eat at night?"

If she suddenly asked Song Er which doctor's number he had, and Song Er didn't hear it, she would have reacted now.

Pei Ji is deliberately looking for something to talk to her. She didn't want her to think about it, didn't want her to worry about her, and didn't want her to feel guilty about it, so she kept talking to her.

It's just that she is too bad at finding topics, and her tone is too blunt, and she can easily be seen through.

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I'm late.

good night.