Chapter 807: Upright Rain

Nothing is more mundane than death, and nothing is more ubiquitous than emotion.

Affect, Emotion, Feeling and even Love can all be counted as emotions. In summary, emotion can be described as a general term for a series of subjective conscious experiences, including psychological and physiological states that are synthesized by a variety of feelings, thoughts and behaviors.

Emotions bring about a series of behaviors, which in turn affect people's feelings. Physiological changes are also affected by emotions. A person who smiles often is more likely to have a longer and healthier outlook, and a person who is depressed for a long time is more likely to have a longer and healthier outlook. People may suffer from a range of physical ailments.

Some people's emotions are depicted on their faces, such as those who have been depressed for a long time, have tight eye corners, dull complexion, and severe hair loss. Because these people cannot effectively coexist with their emotions, their bodies bear extra unbearable pressure, which accumulates into diseases. It’s hard to say that over time, I don’t know why my health is deteriorating, and why the work I was once able to do has become so difficult now.

There are also some people who are good at expressing their emotions externally. Their emotions are like rivers pouring down from the sky. This river was originally a river in the sky. They slop down and flow into the house of the human heart, using emotions as a channel. Going down the river has to go up the river, which can sometimes be exhausting and sometimes return without success.

People have become the carrier of this passage. On the one hand, they cannot let the river of the sky flow thousands of miles, and on the other hand, they cannot break their own wings and let themselves rush to the deserted beach.

Just like that, just like that, those who need more interaction spend all their energy and efforts, but the emotional river will not disappear. It keeps flowing and people are exhausted.

Sometimes I scoop a bowl of sugar from the river and eat the sweet stuff, which makes me happy and feels better.

Sometimes what you get from the river through fire and water is a bowl of soil, which tastes bitter, depressed, and beaten.

The hot summer has not yet arrived, and in the warm sunshine of late spring and the trickling rain, people's emotions always need to be confessed, confessed to themselves or hidden by themselves.

Muchun looked at the scars on the nurse's hands and didn't say much. However, the two girls around him seemed to be frightened and stopped gossiping. Instead, they became a little sympathetic and nervous.

"Teacher, what is this?" Chu Sisi asked.

"Well, it was left after being cut open by something. It seems like it happened more than once."

"More than once?"

Muchun nodded. The first cut was a little above the left and started from there, but the second cut started from near the middle. It seemed that the two cuts were connected. Judging from the state of the scar, , one of them should appear earlier than the other.

"You can tell this at a glance?" Liu Tiantian was a little impressed, "So she committed suicide twice?"

Chu Sisi took the phone with a solemn expression and looked at it twice, then whispered: "Weird."

"What's weird?"

"Tiantian, look, according to normal logic, you wouldn't want others to know that you have committed suicide, right? Why would she post such a picture? Or is it not hers at all?"

"It must have been her, and the wound was clearly left exposed on purpose."

"You simply said that she deliberately let people see that her wounds were healed."

The two of them talked to each other, "This is getting more and more interesting, Doctor Mu, why are you the only one who can see this picture?"

"No." When Liu Tiantian said this, Mu Chun felt a cold feeling on his back, as if an iron hand with scars patted his back. He came back to his senses and sighed, "Hey, you are so That’s right. This is a patient from our Department of Psychosomatics, but he doesn’t get proper medical treatment. He insists on seeking treatment from the deputy director and the surgery department. How can he possibly be cured?”

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, didn't I look for Dr. Mu? It was Dr. Mu who ignored her, and this circle of friends obviously meant for the director to see it. It's a pity that the director refused me thousands of miles away. Dr. Shen just gave her the chance. Did you add a patient yourself?"

Mu Chun looked a little worried. He turned his back to the window. The two connected wounds snaked into a line of orange light in the blue and white sky, as if they were about to tear a hole in the sky from the invisible back. , his thoughts drifted away a little, and then a flash of pain flashed in his chest.

Throughout the afternoon, Mu Chun patiently answered the questions that Chu Sisi had encountered recently. It started to rain heavily just before get off work. The windows outside the corridor had not been repaired, and the west wind made a lot of screaming and banging sounds. Due to the bad weather, it is understandable that patients who originally made appointments failed to return on time. Patients without emergencies will naturally not come to the hospital. For doctors, the benefit of rain is sometimes equivalent to having fewer patients.

This is only true for small hospitals, but the situation in large hospitals is similar year after year and the same day after day. The footsteps of patients in the big hospital beat a haggard rhythm. One sound was life, the next was death.

Life and death have become so close, but they cannot be brought together, unlike those two wounds. I don't know whether it is because of the owner's weakness or the doctor's too hasty suturing. They come together innocently, pulling two things that have been separated for a long time together. It forms a depressing melody that seems far away yet very close at a glance.

Life is so vulnerable but you still have to be strong.

The rain, which had taken a short break, stood solemnly between heaven and earth again at 10 o'clock in the evening. Mu Chun thought of an unforgettable night that a friend who worked in the emergency department had told him. In his description, it was also raining upright that night. Mu Chun expressed doubts. As long as there was a little wind, it would be difficult for the rain to stand upright in the air. If the raindrops were large and heavy, they would fall to the ground quickly and decisively without any worries. If there was wind, the rain would dance wildly with the wind. It was the same everywhere on the earth. The rain that seemed to stand between heaven and earth was more like the rain in the poet's pen, which was personified.

The doctor said that the rain that night seemed to stand solemnly between heaven and earth. This was also very strange. The emergency room was busy and closed. How could he see the upright rain? Maybe his memory processed the weather that night to match the tragic and unforgettable night that the emergency doctors could not explain.

That night, as if cursed, the patients who came one after another either had lost too much blood or had black and purple faces. Some had been dead for several hours, while some still had body temperature and were wailing in pain because none of their bones were intact. Those people didn't know each other, but it was as if they had agreed to leave on the same night. That night, there were all such patients.

The rain that night seemed to be the doctor's mourning, and the rain outside the window this night seemed to be the beginning of some kind of mourning.