Chapter 813 The Late Patient

Summer always passes quickly, in a hurry, and in a state of disorientation.

After a whole summer of treatment, Ning Tao's symptoms did not improve. Zhang Wenwen's confusion spread from summer to winter. In the past six months, he almost regarded Huayuanqiao Community Health Center as his second workplace. He ran here every week, and did not miss a single day except for the emergency surgery on the day of Zhinan Affiliated Hospital.

The sunlight was faint and listlessly hit the windows on the fifth floor. It was the winter solstice, and the weather in Raohai was dry and clear without any dampness and coldness in the south in winter. Such weather was very abnormal for the city of Raohai.

Usually, before December, winter rain often disturbed winter plums. When winter plums in the north bloom, the branches are dry and thin, also known as dry branch plums. When the snow falls, the plums are appreciated after the snow, and they are also called snow plums. When we arrived at Raohai, although we could see winter plums planted in the city, we could not find any traces of dry branches and snow. They looked more like rain plums, with small flowers covered with rain. Most of the people who stood in the cold drizzle and admired the flowers with umbrellas were lovers with warm hearts. Most people would not have such leisure and leisure.

But this year was different. The sun was shining brightly every day when the New Year was approaching. There was no rain for more than ten consecutive days, which made the earth flat and people's hearts flat.

Since Chu Sisi added a vinyl record player to Muchun's clinic, this place has become a music clinic. Music therapy has also been used by Muchun in the treatment of patients again and again, with great results, but this method still has no effect on Ning Tao.

Zhang Wenwen is also a vinyl lover. Every Friday afternoon when he comes to the Huayuanqiao Psychological and Physical Department, he will bring a vinyl record and clamp it by his side, like a book. The last time was a Baroque classical music, and this time it was Dvorak's Ninth Symphony.

"Let's talk about today's treatment method." Zhang Wenwen put down the needle, leaned against the door with his hands in his pockets.

Chu Sisi closed the notebook and relaxed his shoulders towards Zhang Wenwen, "Doctor Zhang is really more punctual than the patient."

"Doctor Chu, don't help Mu Chun change the subject. I'm waiting for our Director Mu to talk about his new plan."

Mu Chun put down the book and sighed, "Well, as usual."

"Haha, I lost, I lost, I lost." Zhang Wenwen laughed, with a little petty pride on his lips.

"Lost? Did you bet?" Chu Sisi was curious.

"You guessed it right."

Chu Sisi shook her head, "I don't believe it, the teacher never gambles."

"This time is an exception. I forced him to do it, but the stakes are not big." Zhang Wenwen became more and more proud as he spoke, and looked up at the clock. Five minutes had passed since Ning Tao was supposed to appear, so he was a little worried in his heart, worried that Ning Tao had something wrong on the way.

"Five minutes have passed. He won't drive himself again."

After Zhang Wenwen finished speaking, Mu Chun also put down the book and looked at the time, then opened the book again, turned to the page he had just read, and then laughed foolishly.

"Laugh? Mu Chun, don't you want to call Ning Tao?"

"No." Mu Chun refused.

Chu Sisi was a little worried. In the past six months, Ning Tao has never been late for follow-up visits. Although he was only five minutes late, Chu Sisi was a little nervous for a patient who never came late.

"Teacher, nothing will really happen, right?"

"I don't know."

"I think I'm sure to win. If I win, Dr. Chu, do you want to have dinner together?" Zhang Wenwen smiled handsomely, victory was in sight, and Mu Chun was sure to lose this time.

Although their bet was the same no matter who won or lost, Zhang Wenwen's mood was particularly bright when he thought of winning Mu Chun.

The wind was not cold, and the light was long. After Ning Tao got off the train at Huayuanqiao Station, he walked south along Qingtian Road. As long as he walked slowly, the world he saw was not incomprehensible. Although the surrounding scenes were colorless, they were not distorted and messy and could not be pieced together correctly. If he used a metaphor to describe the world he saw, it would be a charcoal sketch world, with thick and thin outlines, but clear boundaries between objects, which would not cause too much trouble in his life. Of course, this refers to most of the time when his condition did not suddenly worsen.

He was supposed to appear in Muchun's outpatient clinic at the appointed time, but Ning Tao changed his mind. A familiar convenience store door opening sound came from a distance. Ning Tao quickened his pace and walked into the store. Because he walked too fast, he almost bumped into an old lady with limited mobility.

He said sorry, but his eyes quickly swept across the shelves. It took some effort to finally find what he wanted in the black and white outlines. It was a bag of colorful potato chips, with a rich red stew flavor, sea salt original flavor, barbecue flavor, spicy flavor... Ning Tao couldn't see clearly, so he simply took two bags. When he took the third bag, he couldn't hold it anymore.

The clerk kindly handed him the basket, "Sir, please put it here so that you can get more."

"Thank you." Ning Tao put the potato chips into the basket, and when he saw that it was not full, he took a few more bags. This time, not only did he fill the basket, but it was also much higher than the original height of the basket.

"Buy so many potato chips." The clerk said casually when checking out out of work habit.

"Well, how many bags?" Ning Tao asked.

"Twelve bags, I'll put two bags for you."

"Wait, I'll get some more."

"Eh? Oh, okay, I don't know if there is enough on the shelf. Generally, there is not much space. I'll give you some more, or I'll take some directly from you. Do you have any flavor requirements?"

"Same flavor as these twelve bags, thank you." Ning Tao said, and took out his phone to pay. This simple action would have taken Ning Tao a lot of time. When he looked at the phone screen, the world would become unstable, and dense black curved lines would appear on the screen. He needed to find the payment page quickly to reduce the time his eyes stayed on the screen, so that the world would not break up quickly.

The clerk quickly returned to the cash register with two bags of potato chips and handed the four bags to Ning Tao.

"192 yuan."

"Okay, thank you."

"Is there a park or something nearby?" Ning Tao asked.

"Go straight along Qingtian Road, there is a stadium near Qingtian Primary School, and the stadium is connected to a small park." The clerk answered enthusiastically.

"Okay, thank you."

Ning Tao carried four bags of potato chips, which were swollen but not heavy. He was not familiar with this area, but according to the clerk, he just had to walk along Qingtian Road.

The sun shone through rows of pruned sycamore trees. The road became wider and brighter. There were not many pedestrians on the road, but the festive atmosphere was getting stronger. New couplets and red decorative lanterns were hung outside the shops. Although Ning Tao could not see the red color, he seemed to be able to vaguely see some smudged red, like red camellia flowers falling among ink-and-wash landscapes.