time is with you

Chapter 5 You Are the Best Meeting in the World (1)
Mei Ran's mother, Mu Rong, suffered from congenital heart disease and had always been weak. After insisting on giving birth to her daughter, her condition became worse and worse, and she died before she was 40 years old.

Mei Ran was only 17 years old at that time, and half of her best years were spent in the hospital.It was also raining that night, and she and her father Mei Hongyuan were waiting outside the emergency room. Before that, the doctor had issued critical illness notices time and time again.

She had thought that such a day would come sooner or later, but she didn't expect it to come so soon. When the doctor came out with heavy steps to let them in to see the patient for the last time, Mei Ran almost collapsed at that moment.

It was her father who had half-armed her with weak legs. This tall and silent man seemed to have aged 20 years overnight. "Be strong, we will go see your mother off at the end."

But Mei Ran could clearly feel the force of his hand on her shoulder, even trembling slightly, she couldn't say "yes", she could only nod with a sob.

The mother on the hospital bed was still breathing her last breath. She didn't even have the strength to hold the hands of the two people she loved the most. Big tears oozed from the corners of her eyes, but she tried hard to smile , "Think about it, don't cry, mom wants to...listen to you singing that song again."

"When I was at my best,
It was my luck to meet you,

You are the best encounter in the world. "

In the melodious singing, Mu Rong slowly closed her eyes.

"Think about it, your mother is gone."

"She didn't!" Mei Ran sang over and over again with red eyes, "When I was the most beautiful..." until her voice became hoarse and she could no longer utter a sound.

Mom, you once said that music can do miracles, but why...why didn't you stay?

Why can't I save a person's life even though I have worked so hard to become a doctor?
The sky did not dare to answer her words, nor did the earth dare to answer.

Mei Ran felt bitter again, she raised her head and took a sip of wine. Following this movement, she caught a glimpse of a shadow slowly enveloping her.

Out of the corner of his eye was a stern side face, the man's brows were slightly frowned, his thin lips were pursed into a straight line, those beautiful eyes just looked at her quietly, still bottomless, without any waves .

"Ans..." Mei Ran almost blurted out, but she quickly realized, "Mr. Fu?"

At this time, at this place, how could he appear?
Fu Shijin didn't say anything, and looked thoughtfully at the scattered wine bottles next to her, frowning even deeper.

At this moment, a handful of bright car lights shone over. Mei Ran covered her eyes with her hands, and suddenly heard him say, "Get up, I'll take you home."

It was obviously a summer night, although it had rained, but his voice seemed to have been frozen in an ice cellar.

Mei Ran shivered, she didn't know whether it was the embarrassment of being knocked out by the patient, or because of drinking, her cheeks were quickly stained with two blushes, and her reaction was a little slow, so she answered "Oh" in a daze.

Fu Shijin unlocked the car, motioned for her to sit in first, and then disappeared.Mei Ran waited for a long time and didn't see him come back. Looking around, she didn't expect to see him bending down to pick up the wine bottle she had drunk and put it into a bag.

Such a man, even if he is doing such movements, looks pleasing to the eye. Mei Ran's gaze seemed to be drawn by his back, watching the series of flowing movements, her cheeks suddenly seemed to be burned. Hot.

When he sat in and turned his slender body to her side, Mei Ran felt that she couldn't even control her heartbeat.

"Put your seat belt on."

Mei Ran was stunned for three seconds by the strange and clear male breath, "Oh... oh!"

Fu Shijin waited for her to fasten her seat belt before slowly starting the car. He drove through three intersections in silence before he seemed to remember to ask, "Where do you live?"

"Huajing Garden."

Downstairs in the building, Zhou Yimiao stood behind a pillar holding an umbrella, staring deeply at the direction in which the black car was leaving, and he sighed softly after a long time.

Through the thickening rain curtain, he seemed to see the village in the deep mountains where he lived many years ago. His father braved the heavy rain to plow the fields on the mountainside. Seeing that night, he was holding a book, seeing the dawn with the dizzy yellow bean light, and his legs were swollen from mosquito bites...

Zhou Yimiao slowly closed his eyes. As the only college student in the village, or even in the village, and later became a heart surgeon with a scalpel in a large urban hospital, the envious eyes of his family members who return home every year are still vivid in his memory.

"A Miao, you really look good on your father! You are so young, you are amazing!"

"A Miao, now that your leg is completely out of the mud, you will be a person in a big city from now on!"

But he was very clear about one fact: no matter how good he was, the gap between them was still too great. Just the moon phase watch she was wearing on her hand would not be able to afford it with his salary for a year.

Give up, Zhou Yimiao, no matter how hard you try, you will never be good enough for her.

The screen of the phone lit up, and Zhou Yimiao opened WeChat and began to write: "Junior Sister, I heard what happened in the morning, are you okay? No matter what you do, Senior Brother will always support you, go to bed early, good night."

It's safer to return to the identity of senior brother, at least...he can still silently guard her by the side.

After clicking send, he put away his phone and walked into the rain, his back was lonely and silent.

The two rows of street lights stretched into the distance, the air was misty, and the car seemed to be moving smoothly in a river of lights. Just after crossing a bridge, the big raindrops began to "crack" down.

"It's raining harder." Mei Ran said softly.

The man drove the car seriously, but only gave a soft "hmm".

An unspeakable silence lay between the two of them. Mei Ran was not considered talkative, especially when facing such an indifferent and taciturn man, she couldn't find anything to talk about.

Fortunately, her father's call relieved her embarrassment a little. Mei Ran held the connected cell phone and called softly, "Dad."

"Think about it, I heard that you had some unpleasantness with the patient's family in the hospital today?"

The car was so quiet, and the voice on the other end of the phone could be heard very clearly. Mei Ran glanced at the side from the corner of her eye, and lowered her voice, "How many pairs of eyes have you put by my side? I can't hide anything from you."

Mei Hongyuan had already heard the ins and outs of the matter from the secretary, and he just smiled lightly, "Okay, Dad believes that you will take care of it properly. Have you taken the supplements that Secretary Wang sent you?"

Mei Ran touched her nose with a guilty conscience, "I ate...a little bit."

Over there, she began to speak earnestly again, and Mei Ran listened very carefully, so she didn't notice that the hand holding the steering wheel of the man next to her suddenly froze, and a few veins appeared on the back of his hand.

"Old Mei," she suddenly sighed, "Are you in menopause again, why are you so wordy?"

There was a pause on the other end before there was a sound, "What day is next Saturday, do you remember?"

"Ah?" Mei Ran snickered, with a playfulness rarely seen in her eyes, "I don't seem to remember what day it is."

"Pay attention to safety on the way home. I have socializing later, so that's all for now."

"Entertainment? Let me tell you, you are not allowed to drink..." However, a person who has just been drunk cannot justly ask others not to drink, let alone there was a "witness" on the spot, Mei Ran's voice weakened , "Dad, drinking alcohol is not good for your health, please drink less."

After hanging up the phone, Mei Ran felt even more guilty, and didn't dare to look aside again.

Just now, the corner of his lips was...was he smiling?

As the rain gradually subsided, Mei Ran was closing her eyes and resting her mind, when the phone beeped again, and a new message came in.

Fu Shijin heard the voice and looked over subconsciously. The words "Senior Brother Zhou" clearly appeared on the screen, and he looked away lightly.

Mei Ran replied the message, and the car also turned into Huajing Garden Community, and parked steadily beside the fountain.

At the beginning of the Chinese lanterns, every household lights up a group of orange or white lights, which complement each other, like clusters of bonfires deep in the forest.

Open the car door, the scent of flowers crushed by the rain swims from all directions, soaked in the slightly cool air, it is indescribably refreshing.

At this time, Mei Ran's alcoholic strength gradually increased, her legs were limp and weak, and she was about to fall to the ground, but fortunately, a hand was stretched out and quickly grabbed her.

"Are you okay?"

Listening to the deep voice, Mei Ran felt that she was three points more drunk, and nodded, "It's okay."

Feeling wrong again, I shook my head, "I'm... fine."

Fu Shijin glanced at her with deep eyes, "I'll take you up."

The next day, when Mei Ran woke up, her mind was still a little fuzzy, she only remembered the man's last sentence to send her up, but she couldn't remember the rest, and she didn't know if she had thanked him?
Ansel, Fu Shijin, he really doesn't remember her.

Mei Ran was precocious since she was a child, and went to school earlier than the average person. If there was no accident with her mother, she should have gone further and further on the road of music, but unfortunately, life does not have such an if.

She finally came out of that sadness, but she didn't know that during her lowest period, the word MR became popular with the song "You Are the Best Meeting in the World", and the well-known songwriter in the circle at that time Ansel also found her.

Because of her mother's death, Mei Ran was not so interested in music. At that time, she had transferred from the music department to the clinical medicine department, but this man tried to persuade her again and again, and she was finally moved by his persistence and patience. Songkou agreed to cooperate with him... Unfortunately, in her year, another accident happened.

My father's business is getting bigger and bigger, and the tree is so big that it attracts the wind. I don't know how many people are jealous. Although the absurd kidnapping lasted only half an hour and ended, Mei Ran still paid a big price. Her right wrist was seriously injured. After treatment, but later her hands still feel difficult even to hold heavy objects.

How important are hands to a piano player?How important is it to a person who is preparing to study for a postgraduate study in cardiac surgery and who will use a scalpel to save lives in the future?

Since then, Mei Ran from the Department of Clinical Medicine has gone abroad, and MR, who is proficient in various musical instruments, has become a legend that has disappeared in the music world.

That inexplicable sense of loss flooded Mei Ran's heart again. When she was in the car, she even thought about it a little, and didn't try to disguise her voice in front of him, but he didn't seem to respond at all.

He may have forgotten the agreement back then, and in that case, she must have forgotten it too.

Forget the guilt that has been entangled in my heart for seven years.

Finding Fu Shijin's contact information from the hospital communication system, Mei Ran calmly sent him a message:
— Mr. Fu, thank you for sending me back last night.

After saving the number, Mei Ran got out of bed to freshen up, and when she came back, she found that she had already replied.

Fu Shijin: "You're welcome, how are you going to repay me?"

Made a mistake?
Mei Ran checked the number again, it was correct.But she was still not sure, so she replied again: "May I ask who you are?"

After a while, the phone sang cheerfully in her hand, and Mei Ran connected it with breathless concentration, her heart beating faster every time.

"Doctor Mei," the voice from the other end was extremely hoarse, "I'm Fu Shijin."

"Senior sister, why are you so dazed so early in the morning?"

Mei Ran thought and thought, but still asked the question in her heart, "Tell me, for a person like Fu Shijin, would he be short of a meal?"

"There is definitely no shortage!" Tian Tian replied without hesitation, "He even donated [-] million without any hesitation, how could he be short of a meal?"

"Really?" Mei Ran thought absent-mindedly: Then why did he ask me to invite him to dinner, and why did he call to say so?

"I didn't expect my male god to also use Weibo, and he has more than 1000 million fans, but he is so low-key, there are only a few ten Weibo posts, and the number of followers is still 0..."

Mei Ran was so distracted that she didn't hear the little assistant's chatter.

The number of outpatients gradually increased, and the two began to get busy. Mei Ran was taking the patient's pulse when she suddenly heard a commotion outside.

The little assistant who went out to inquire about the situation rushed back angrily, "Sister, the granddaughter of the old lady broke into the hospital with some reporters and said she wanted to ask for an explanation for what happened yesterday. Now a group of people are stopped by the security guards. If you don’t give it to that woman, you’ll just mess around on the spot..."

In today's social environment, the relationship between doctors and patients is becoming more and more tense, and incidents of medical troubles are almost common, but "doctors beat people by hand" is much newer. These few media that have heard the news sent people early in the morning to carry " "Long guns, short guns" stood guard at the entrance of the hospital.

Mei Ran calmly lowered her head and wrote the prescription, signed it, and told the nurse to take the patient to the pharmacy to pick up the medicine, then stood up, "Let's go out and have a look."

She didn't want to make her feel ashamed, but she couldn't help it, she just insisted on it.

Unexpectedly, Zhou Yi Miao, who hurried over, stopped her before she walked out of the door, "Junior Sister, don't go."

He didn't seem to sleep very well last night, his face was haggard, and there were clear bloodshot eyes in his eyes.

"Yes, Senior Sister," the little assistant also persuaded, "She brought the reporter here just to make things bigger and attract people's attention. If you go out, that's not in line with her wishes!"

Mei Ran also had her own considerations in her heart, "If I don't go out, they probably won't let it go."

Of course Zhou Yimiao also thought of this, "I have communicated with the higher-ups, and the hospital will come forward to resolve this matter."

However, unexpectedly, the farce ended before the "hospital" came forward.

It turned out that another group of reporters who successfully broke into the hospital interviewed yesterday's witnesses and found out the ins and outs.

This is not the "doctor beating" incident on the headlines of the Nengbo social edition news, this is simply turning black and white!It turned out that the doctor not only helped the patient pay for the medicine and hired a nurse, but also taught the unfilial granddaughter a lesson for the patient after her death.That slap was really well deserved, it might not be so simple if he was replaced...

The three journalists outside who were stopped by the security guards didn't seem to be a big deal. They didn't cover the core news and were politely bombarded. They could only post some specious news on the portal website and earn some gimmicks by exaggerating the headlines.

"According to insiders...the reporter interviewed the victim Qian...the specific situation, the reporter will conduct further follow-up reports."

Although the news does not have any substantive content, in today's era when the relationship between doctors and patients is so sensitive, one can imagine the sensation caused by the news of "doctor beating patient".

One stone caused a thousand waves, and under the guidance of public opinion, the public generally favored the weaker victims and crusaded against the hospital one after another... At a time when everyone was criticizing and criticizing, and the mood was particularly high, a post posted by a well-known forum moderator was like a boat slowly into the public eye.

The person who posted the post, Mr. Zhen and Fake, poured out hundreds of words, expressing his admiration for a certain doctor who was on the cusp of the storm. He also specifically pointed out that the so-called victim "Qian" had a lot of inside information about what he accused. Contact the parties concerned, and reserve the right to legal proceedings against certain media websites that make false statements.

It's hard to tell if it's real or fake, but what really caught my attention were the replies below the post:

Marilyn Mengtu: Isn't this Zhao the famous Qian ZZ from our technical school?I can't go to Pengcier at the intersection of the street, why did I go to the doctor this time?

Mary Su broke the sky: We are so destined upstairs, let's talk about what's going on!
Marilyn Mengtu: This girl is notoriously bad in our school. I used to share a dormitory with her, but I couldn't take it anymore and moved out.Her grandma was a street sweeper at the gate of our school. She must be vain and inferior. She never wanted to see her grandma, and told her to die quickly so as not to drag herself down. Why do you think there are such heartless people? !Half a month ago, I saw with my own eyes that the two had an argument on the side of the road. She pushed her grandma to the ground... and left... gone..., it was passers-by who sent her to the hospital Yes, yesterday I heard that the old man has passed away [Dianwa] I hope she is well in heaven.

(End of this chapter)