Married Women's Hospital

At first, I thought it was a relapse of the patient's condition, causing her to lose her balance. After walking a few steps closer, I realized she was a girl of about sixteen or seventeen. She didn't seem to be in any distress; rather, she appeared bored and playing a balancing game. Her shoes were on the ground, her bare feet resting on the edge of the stone bench. Just as she was about to fall, she tried to lean back before tumbling forward again.

"Be careful not to fall!" I told her.

She glanced up at me, clearly not very friendly, even a little wary: "Mind your own business..."

Only then did I see her face clearly: a thin, oval face with delicate features, long eyelashes fluttering, and a slightly furrowed brow, carrying a hint of childishness and willfulness. She gave the impression of a spoiled child.

“You should listen to the doctor.” I put my hands in my pockets. “I am the doctor, so you have to listen to me. That way you’ll get better faster and be discharged sooner.”

“I’ll never leave the hospital…” The girl casually plucked a flower from beside her and tore off the petals one by one. “I’ll die here sooner or later! So what if you’re a doctor? Even a god can’t save me.”

Her tone was indifferent, completely lacking the worry often seen in patients. I was a little surprised, suddenly feeling that her expression was somewhat familiar, as if I had seen her somewhere before. Just then, a woman in a nurse’s uniform ran over from a distance, calling out as she ran, “Since…since…you child, why did you run out again?”

“Since?” I was a little confused, not understanding what the nurse meant. I saw the girl jump down from the stone bench, clap her hands, bend down to pick up her shoes from the ground, avoid the oncoming nurse, and walk barefoot into the building. The nurse stopped beside me, shaking her head helplessly as she watched my retreating figure. She sighed, "That child, she's such a worry."

She looked to be in her early thirties, with a fair complexion, her hair pulled back into her nurse's cap, making her neck appear exceptionally long. Her white nurse's uniform was spotless, radiating cleanliness.

"What disease does she have?" I couldn't help but ask.

The woman looked at me, a hint of confusion on her face, probably because I was a stranger, but she still answered, "Chronic myeloid leukemia, already in the accelerated phase. If it drags on any longer, it'll be a real shame for this child..." Her voice trailed off, filled with sorrow, "The little girl is so lovable, her background is so pitiful. Her parents are gone, and once her sister gets married, she'll be all alone..."

I fell silent for a moment. As a doctor, I understood what the accelerated phase of chronic myeloid leukemia meant; it was a type of chronic leukemia, and after the accelerated phase, there was basically no hope of a cure.

"Are you new here?" the woman asked again, looking me over and giving me a kind smile.

"Yes, I just got here." Just as I was about to introduce myself, a nurse-looking woman called from afar, "Dr. Liang, Dr. Chen wants to see you!"

The woman seemed to realize something, her eyebrows curving upwards. "Oh! It's you! I was wondering why you looked so familiar, but I couldn't quite place you. Turns out I've seen you on TV..." She extended a hand. "Su Qing, from the inpatient department, welcome, hero! I absolutely have to shake your hand..."

As I reached the corner of the corridor, I couldn't help but glance back. For some reason, I felt a deep sense of familiarity with this woman named Su Qing, like a long-time friend who had been a part of my life for a long time. At that moment, she reached the building entrance. Just as I looked away, she turned back, her tall figure disappearing behind the glass doors.

Before leaving work, I performed a post-operative check-up for a patient. As soon as I stepped out of the ward, I saw Su Qing walking towards me, carrying a cake. She had changed out of her work clothes. Seeing me, she slowed her pace. I nodded to her and greeted her, "Dr. Su, are you off work?"

Su Qing held up the cake in her hand and corrected me, "I'm not a doctor, I'm the head nurse!" She emphasized the words "head nurse" and then laughed lightly, "I am off work, but I'm not going home now. I have an important task. Today is my special care patient's birthday, and I'm going to celebrate with her."

"Special care patient?" I was taken aback, somewhat confused. Before I could react, Su Qing waved to me and said, "Let's go, you know my special care patient. She likes lively gatherings, let's go celebrate her birthday together!"

"Who?" I still didn't understand.

"Since. Didn't you meet downstairs?"

I suddenly realized that the little girl's name was "Since." I had heard Su Qing call her that a few times before, but I never expected such a strange name.

Su Qing seemed to know what I was thinking. She held up a slender finger and traced a character in the air for me to see: "The 'ji' in 'jiru' is the 'ji' of 'season,' not the 'ji' of 'siji,' understand? Her name is Ji Ran..." Suddenly realizing how awkward it sounded, she laughed again: "How could her parents give her such a name? They must have to explain it to people every day!"

Judging from her age, she was about my age, radiating cheerfulness and frankness, with an infectious energy. I followed her almost without hesitation, patted my pocket, and realized I'd forgotten my wallet in the car. I tentatively asked Su Qing, "Should I... go downstairs to get my wallet and buy her a gift?"

"No need, she won't want it even if you buy it for her. She's very stubborn, has a strong personality, and isn't greedy..." Su Qing said without turning her head.

Pushing open the door, I saw Ji Ran kneeling on the bed, head tilted back, holding a book above her head to read. I was somewhat taken aback and glanced at Su Qing. Su Qing gave me an innocent look, shrugged her shoulders, and said, "Look at her, with this kind of personality, she wouldn't be able to sit still." I quickly went over and took her book away, gently patted her back, and said sternly, "What are you doing now? Who reads like that? Do you need someone to tie you to the bed to keep you quiet?"

Ji Ran didn't talk back, grabbed Su Qing's arm and pulled her into her arms, snuggling against her, and muttered softly, "I'm bored."

Su Qing was entangled by her, her legs were against the edge of the bed, but her body was pulled forward towards the bed, her waist was stretched, and her short shirt slid up, revealing a section of her fair skin. She struggled to maintain her balance, hurriedly placing the cake on the bedside table while scolding, "You brat! Let go of me, let go of me, or I'll fall over."

Finally free, she reached out to tidy Ji Ran's disheveled bangs, saying, "I knew you were bored, so I came to celebrate your birthday with you. Look, I even brought you a guest." She gestured towards me, "This is Dr. Liang, quickly call him Uncle."

Ji Ran glanced at me, "I've seen him before, a very nosy guy..."

"Don't say that." Su Qing quickly interrupted her, "Uncle Liang is a very skilled doctor! Everyone respects him. You don't know, he just came back from Sichuan." As she spoke, she opened the cake and placed small pink candles on it.

It was clear that Su Qing cared for this girl more than just a little; her gaze on Ji Ran was filled with deep affection, just like Yan's gaze towards Jiajia.

"You really went to Sichuan?" Ji Ran knelt on the bed, craning her neck to watch the candles being lit one by one.

"Okay, don't move..." Su Qing gently pushed away Ji Ran's hand, which was trying to touch the cream. "Close your eyes and make a wish." The girl quietly closed her eyes, and Su Qing softly hummed "Happy Birthday" beside her. The candlelight flickered, creating a warm and relaxed atmosphere. For the first time, I felt completely relaxed. These past few days had been almost unbearable; I was exhausted, both physically and mentally. Sometimes, I even felt my reactions were becoming sluggish, and thinking was becoming increasingly difficult.

"Tell me, what did you wish for?" Su Qing asked with a smile after I blew out the candles.

Ji Ran paused for a moment, then said, "I hope... I can celebrate my birthday again next year..." Her face showed neither sadness nor fear, only a calm composure, a kind of open-mindedness beyond her years. Su Qing, sitting beside her, stiffened for a moment, her eyes welling with tears. She pursed her lips and said, "Don't talk nonsense, it's definitely... possible!"

"That place... must be the saddest place in the world!" Ji Ran handed me a slice of cake, asking, "There must be people crying everywhere, people searching for their loved ones every day..."

"It's not what you imagine." I patted her head. "Everyone has an unspoken understanding, carefully avoiding unhappy topics, and encouraging each other to continue living..." Ji Ran shifted her position, leaning against my shoulder, quietly eating her cake. In that instant, this little girl I had just met miraculously understood my meaning through her understanding of life, and at the same time accepted me in her own way.

Su Qing sat on the edge of the bed, one hand supporting her chin, looking at us, smiling.

It was already dark when I came out of the ward. As we exited the main gate, I asked Su Qing, "Where do you live? How about… I take you home? Wait a moment, I

'll go get my car." She shook her head, pointed to a building nearby, and said, "No need, I live in the hospital. Once you get your car, I can go home."

I was a little surprised. The place she pointed to was probably the hospital staff dormitory. It was rare for a woman her age to live in a hospital.

"See you tomorrow," she said.

I didn't answer, because just then, I suddenly saw someone walking in from outside. He was very tall, wearing a red plaid shirt and green skinny jeans.

Tong!

My head buzzed, and I suddenly lost control, completely losing my ability to think. I clenched my fists and rushed forward. Behind me, Su Qing exclaimed in surprise, "Dr. Liang, what are you doing…"

Tong hadn't noticed me at first, but was startled when I reached him. Before he could react, I had already thrown a punch, landing squarely on his face. He cried out "Ouch!" and covered his face, then instinctively took a few steps back before recognizing me. He asked in a panic, "What are you doing?"

I didn't answer, and threw another punch. Although he was retreating, he wasn't as fast as me, and he took another punch to the chest. Then, not to be outdone, he charged forward, and we wrestled. I landed several punches on him, and I also took a few hits to the face, which stung. He was taller than me, but much weaker. As soon as we made contact, he realized he was in trouble. To prevent me from throwing another punch, he grabbed my arm tightly, pushing me back while yelling, "Are you crazy? Are you sick in the head?!" I raised my knee and struck him in the stomach several times. He released his grip in pain and turned to run away.

I chased him all the way to the hospital entrance, but he had already gotten into his car. I kicked the car door a few times, pointing at him and yelling, "You bastard, get out here..." Tong hurriedly started the car, while warily watching me through the window. There was a small stall selling tea eggs by the roadside. I picked up a basin and threw it at it. The basin hit the car door and spun on the ground with a loud crash. Then I picked up a coal stove and threw it, smashing it against the car window, shattering the glass with a crash. Tong had already started the car and sped away with a roar.

People gathered around. The stall owner grabbed my clothes and demanded compensation. I stood there, my face ashen, suddenly feeling incredibly pathetic, like a clown being watched.

Just then, Su Qing ran over, quickly taking out money to pay the stall owner, anxiously asking if I was alright.

She took me to her dormitory, fetched some water, wrung out a towel and handed it to me, asking, "What happened?" I silently took the towel, not wanting to say a word. Su Qing rummaged through the drawer for medicine and came over to wipe the bruises on my face, her movements careful and gentle. She said, "How old are you? Why are you fighting like a child? Can't you handle things properly? You hurt someone, aren't you going to take responsibility?"

Two buttons were torn off my shirt, the sleeve was ripped, and my elbow was scraped, leaving a bloodstain on my white clothes. Su Qing told me to wait, saying she would go find me some clothes. I shook my head and said, "No need, I'll change when I get home." I

left her room, feeling somewhat lost. I walked to the parking lot entrance and saw several cars blocking the way, and two people arguing, seemingly about a minor collision. I sat down on the steps nearby, my mind a mess. I couldn't pinpoint what was wrong, but I just felt completely out of sorts. I sat there blankly for what seemed like an eternity. When I came to my senses, the parking lot entrance was deserted, and the surroundings were quiet.

I found the car only to realize the keys weren't on me. I had no idea when I lost them, and I searched all the way back without success. Thinking back, I remembered searching Su Qing's pockets in her room, so I went back to her dorm.

The dorm building was newly built, and Su Qing lived on the top floor. There didn't seem to be many people on that floor; the corridor didn't even have lights. Just as I reached her door, I heard a soft cry from Su Qing inside.

The cry was strange; anyone with experience would immediately understand what was happening inside. Sure enough, a man's voice followed: "Damn it, stop scratching me, okay? If you leave marks and they see this when we get back, I'll be fighting with my wife again." Immediately after, there was a creaking sound. I knew it was the sound of the metal bed; I had just sat on that bed. My impression of Su Qing was that of an extremely gentle and refined woman—gentle, kind, and generous, with impeccable manners and genuine kindness. I truly couldn't believe that such a dignified and polite woman would do such a thing!

No one spoke anymore, but the bed continued to creak, and the faint sounds of skin colliding and heavy, rapid breathing could be heard. These subtle, fragmented sounds blended together, creating an incredibly alluring ambiguity that enveloped me in the darkness. The corridor was silent, the sounds echoing in the air, swirling around me, as if mocking my ignorance of women. I suddenly felt an urge to kick the door open, burst in, and loudly berate the adulterous couple, cursing their lewdness and shamelessness.

I knew it had nothing to do with me; all I had to do was stand there and wait for them to finish, then go in and retrieve my keys. But the sounds pierced me like needles, seemingly reminding me: Yan and that bastard, too, had once lay naked in bed doing the same shameless things.

In this world, are there any people truly trustworthy? Are there any feelings truly worthy of belief?

The sounds intensified, interspersed with a woman's moans, the colliding of skin becoming crisper, foreshadowing the passion within, steadily building towards its climax. My phone suddenly rang, its shrill sound echoing in the quiet corridor. I quickly pulled out my phone and answered, backing away as I spoke. The noise inside the room abruptly ceased, as if someone had suddenly choked me. Then, I heard Su Qing's almost panicked voice: "Who is it?"

I didn't answer, retreating to the corner of the corridor. It was Yan calling, asking when I was coming home. I told her I'd be home soon, and then my daughter's voice came through the phone: "Daddy..." Yan was instructing her, "Say 'Daddy' home, eat, eat..."

Just as she hung up, Su Qing's door opened, and a short, stout man rushed out. As he passed me, he gave me a fawning nod. I watched him disappear around the corner of the stairs, expressionless, like watching a stray dog fleeing in defeat.

The light streaming in from the open door carved a long, distorted cube in the darkness. Then Su Qing leaned out, peering in my direction. I hesitated for a moment, then said to her, "Car keys..."

She responded and turned to go inside.

After waiting a long time without her coming out, I went over and saw her sitting on the edge of the bed, wearing a knee-length long shirt, holding my car keys in a daze. I didn't go in, nor did I urge her—speaking might only make things more awkward. After a while, she looked up at me and asked, "Why didn't you come in?"

I couldn't explain why, and I felt that if I didn't go in, she might misunderstand it as contempt. After a pause, I went in anyway.

The bed was a mess; the sheets were crumpled, the pillow lay across the middle, and the trash can at the foot of the bed was topped with tissues that had clearly just been put in. The air was thick with a lewd atmosphere. I kept my lips tightly shut, suppressing the urge to speak. I was afraid that if I opened my mouth, I would say something that would make her even more ashamed.

She fiddled with the keys in her hand, and after a while, said, "The person who was here just now was Director Xie from our hospital." "

Hmm," I said.

"Don't you think... I'm... lewd?" She looked up and stared directly at me.

I didn't know how to answer her; I'm not one to lie. But she was still looking at me, seemingly very concerned about my answer. I thought for a moment and said, "What were you doing this for? Did you want some excitement?"

She stood up and rummaged through the drawer, her buttocks sticking out, her long shirt pulled up a little, and from my angle, her full, straight legs were completely exposed. The thin fabric clung to her skin, revealing her perfectly curved body in a way that was both alluring and concealing.

I hadn't noticed before that beneath her elegant attire lay such a body brimming with desire.

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