Incurable

Chapter 1

In summer in June, the rainy season is approaching.

Under the black sky, the patter of rain was like a huge loom, and the raindrops were woven, and soon the dry ground was woven and moist.

On the wet ground, the wheels of the flat car slid quickly, splashing a string of water drops, accompanied by the patient's family and doctors crying anxiously.

Mu Wan held an umbrella and carried a box of hot porridge. The heat in the porridge radiated through the paper box, dispelling the gloomy coldness in the busy hospital hall.

"I'm here, what floor are you on?" Mu Wan put away the umbrella and walked across the crowd towards the elevator.

On the phone, Lin Wei said the number of floors and the ward number. Mu Wan responded one by one and looked up. The elevator had just moved up to the 12th floor, and there was still some time to go down.

The rain outside is getting heavier and heavier, and car accidents are prone to happen on rainy days. On the newly-advanced flat car, many patients with trauma are covered in blood.

The patient's painful groaning, the crying of family members, and the voices of doctors and nurses were mixed together, and a lively sadness rose up in the hall.

Lin Wei was still talking about something, Mu Wan responded softly, and followed a patient into the noisy and busy ward next to her.

This ward is very large, with a thick iron door open, and people are in it to and fro, and a few whites of white shuttle through it, like a meteor in the sky.

Mu Wan glanced a few times, and the depression inside made her a little uncomfortable. She closed her eyes and prepared to continue waiting for the elevator. At the moment of retracting, the eyes froze in a certain direction.

In the chaotic ward, there was a place that was exceptionally quiet. Two bandaged men and women were standing in front of a hospital bed. Lying on the hospital bed was a boy covered in blood. The boy's eyes were closed, his face was blue and lifeless.

On the other side of the bed stood a doctor and a nurse. The two did not treat the boy. The nurse lowered his head slightly and his eyes were a little red. The male doctor next to her bent his body slightly and held the boy's **** hands.

The doctors appearance is very eye-catching, with high eyebrows, clear eyes, a straight nose, and thin lips that are slightly pursed, like bamboo leaves washed by rain, hidden in the dense bamboo forest, but there are no leaves. The leaves are distinct, delicate and clear. There is a transcendent temperament in him, like the focus of a stop in the chaos, and like a distant mountain independent of the chaos, unsurpassed, arrogant and lonely.

He held the boy's hand, and the cuffs of his white coat were stained with a little blood or two, which gradually faded. He didn't care, his slender fingers wrapped the boy's hand, his eyebrows drooping, and his expression calm.

The depression just now eased slightly, and Mu Wan blinked his eyelashes and remembered a scene.

A few years ago, in the waiting hall of the railway station, a passenger died suddenly. This is how a monk held the passenger who died suddenly and was doing him a super life.

There is no shortage of deaths in the hospital, but when the doctor released the boy's hand and placed the white bra on the boy's head, and the men and women next to him were crying bitterly, Mu Wan's heart was slightly cold.

At the same time, the doctor seemed to be aware of her gaze and looked up.

His eyes were calm and deep, and he swept lightly, like a bamboo forest wind swept across his heart, Mu Wan was slightly startled, and withdrew his gaze.