Chapter 51: I want to make him bow down to me.

51 chapters "I want him to bow down to me", 52 chapters "sink into the abyss with him", 53 chapters "want him in my palm" were reported and had to be replaced with the first draft of the empty extras, not the text setting. Please do not buy these three chapters if you are not interested in the draft.

There are many draft versions of the case book before and after, but because I was not satisfied with the writing, they were all deleted and rewritten, 52, 53 is the beginning of the draft on the science fiction style, 51 chapter is a small ma literature version of the draft, before the mouth, there are sisters curious, so put out a beginning ...... original character name is not called Yu He Qingcheng Xie , in order to prevent stringing, I almost every rewrite will change the name of the main character once. The draft I will use word to replace Yu He Qingcheng Xie , but there may be a replacement for the missing problem, do not mind ......

Extra to the draft of the medical case book small ma literature

Everyone has an ugly scar, but that's also where the hot blood flows.

--Wedge

In the year 2030, autumn, in the city of Shanghai, on the Juxian Mountain, red maples like blood, there is a company is a group building. This company is probably an agency, quite crazy, a team of adults in a pair of pants, while running and yelling -

"Work hard! Struggle! You can do it! I can do it! We can do it!"

"One, one, one, two, one! For a better tomorrow! Fight like a wolf! Luxury homes, beautiful women, and making big money!"

"Yay!!!"

An old man carrying an incense bag and crutches saw them running past like this, shook his head repeatedly, and said in a low, pained voice: "It's not like that! It's not like that! Alas!"

As a matter of fact, there is nothing wrong with a mammoth marathon, although the slogans shouted are crude and harmless.

But the reason why the old man lamented is because this Gathering Immortal Mountain is not an ordinary mountain. Listen to the name, gather immortality, gather what immortality? Take a look at the top of the mountain "nine springs rest in peace" big sign door will know - the dead ancestors, the immortal after death.

This is a cemetery mountain, more than a decade ago on the Internet popular phrase, called the grave bouncing, to the year now the famous phrase has basically realized, is the form has changed slightly, into the grave group construction. It is because many people are tired of life, and spiritually entertained to death, has reached the point where even the deceased are no longer respected.

The year 2030 is a time when the turn of the century is only thirty years away.

Everything looks the same as twenty or thirty years ago, civilization and technology seem to be on track to develop rapidly, the masses of people are busy and numb, two points and a line, repeat every day. But unlike before, in this era, one interest group has completed the accumulation of untouchable huge funds, monopolizing all walks of life. Ordinary people in front of these consortia, like an ant trying to shake a tree, a mantis, no longer have the ability to hiss. Grief, grievances, pain, often just to the throat, was silently snuffed out.

People have also become accustomed to this silent, beasts are locked up the first day called captivity, was locked up for a year, that is called bred.

The plutocrats are keeping the elite, keeping the grassroots, emasculating the personality and spirit, and then making the best use of it. At first, this phenomenon was still controlled by the state, but now, in fact, many countries have felt powerless about it.

Even in places unseen by society, there are dark experiments far beyond the imagination of the general public that are being quietly conducted by these consortia ......

But these dark experiments, often the consortium whitewash, ordinary people who can see the truth?

See also just move your fingers to send two homogenous remarks, easily defused by the consortium PR, thinking that is a luxury, people do not have time to stop for the truth.

The social machine is running too fast, which screw is a little slack, it will derail out, everyone tensed up the body, allowing the heavy burden from their shells crushed.

They work, live, work, live, grow old slowly in the shackles of 996 and 007, and then die, like a pile of scrapped machine parts, dropping a new top at any time.

Are there still spiritually focused, civilized people?

Yes.

The bosses care a lot about that.

The old man sweeping the tomb huffed and puffed as he climbed to the top of the hill, where there was an old Jizo King temple. The trail was narrow and the parking lot was built next to the temple, even though it was not so architecturally appropriate.

At this moment, many luxury cars are parked in this usually deserted and cold parking lot.

The atmosphere here is very different from that team of group building mammoths just now, and the gathering seems to be a number of svelte and dignified big consortium bosses.

"Ah, Mr. Zhang, you're here too."

"The anniversary of Mr. He's death, how can I not come, alas ...... think of the past with Mr. and Mrs. He doing projects together, so many years have passed, I am still sad ah."

"Yes, such a good man, how much slander he suffered when he was alive, but before he passed away, he donated a large sum of money for charity, alas! May the spring rest in peace, the spring rest in peace!"

Each of the two veterans touched the handkerchiefs prepared long ago, red eyes in unison, wiping tears.

It turned out that the owners of the luxury cars had come to attend the Jizo puja of a deceased person named Jiwei He, who had been dead for twelve years.

Twelve years ago, Jiwei He was a wealthy business tycoon who stirred up the storm. It is said that when the He family was at its peak, it used to dominate both the black and white sectors of Kowloon Island, and Jiwei He himself was even respected as the "godfather" of Kowloon Island.

However, for some reason, in 2018, Jiwei He suddenly set himself on fire in a private hospital, and his wife and children were burned to death together with him, and all three of them became ashes and were led back to his hometown of Huzhou for burial. Today is the anniversary of his death, even though the rain is pouring down, it can't stop all the "filial sons and grandsons" from coming to pay their respects.

After all, Jiwei He is dead, but his family's business in mainland China, Shi He Pharmaceuticals, is still strong. Any fool knows that he can meet the head of Shi He Pharmaceuticals here, so it is false to pay respect to the man who died 12 years ago, but it is true to please the bosses of the family consortium.

The puja was counted by the master and was to start at 1:08 pm.

At exactly one o'clock, the front of this old Jizo Wang Bodhisattva temple was already crowded with people. Some of them are in real estate, some are technology companies ...... and some are leaders of comprehensive consortia, sardine can-like pestle in the square in front of the main hall, black umbrellas on the ground to hold up a thick cloud.

People took the opportunity to exchange pleasantries and talk, and after a few tears were falsely shed, they sincerely began to exchange feelings.

"Mr. Zhao, I've heard a lot about you."

"Ah ah old week ah, it's been a long time no see!"

......

No one noticed that there was a black business car that had long been parked outside the temple in the cemetery park in Shanghai, yet the door was slow to open.

The car was parked in a good position, looking out from the inside to get a good view of the front of the temple.

The most advanced intelligent business car of 2030 has already achieved a mature driverless function. Therefore this business car does not have a driver, only in sitting two young people.

One of the young people is very famous, Ling Yan, a director who has won many awards abroad at a young age and has just returned to China in the past two years.

The other young man is not much famous, but he is tall and handsome, with deep eyebrow contours, straight nose and thin lips, and a gentle, laid-back air, not inferior to those of the bright and shiny stars. This moment he is sideways, lazily looking out the window.

Ling Yan smiled at the young man and said, "Young master. Are you sure you don't want to get off?"

"It's good that I came, what's the point of getting off." The youth was a bit gangly, "Waiting for these to come to the grave to hand me a business card?"

"Hahahaha, that's true. Then you'd better sit down." Ling Yan smiled playfully and crossed his legs, "Aiya, Shi He is just great, he can actually make the puja all into a chamber of commerce. I admire you, I admire you. But then again, is there even one person in this group who is genuinely here to pay respect to Mr. He?"

"There will be one." The youth said lightly, "The person is not here yet, you should be able to see it if you wait a little longer."

At 1:08, the temple's puja bell rang and the wooden fish was empty.

"The supreme and profound and subtle Dharma, which is difficult to encounter in a hundred million lifetimes, I now see and hear and receive, and wish to understand the true meaning of the Buddha ......"

The Buddha's voice passed through the curtain of pouring rain, and the green smoke in the incense burner rose in a dazzling manner.

"As I heard, at one time the Buddha was in grieved heaven. Speak for the mother, when the ten directions of the infinite world ......"

Under the black umbrella, black-clad kneeling, pressed a piece, as if the ink tide.

The puja lasted for more than half an hour, and after the chanting was over, those bosses and noblewomen came forward one by one and lit incense for worship. The rest of the people who did not have a turn gathered in twos and threes, standing under the umbrella and whispering.

When the people finished worshipping one after another, the puja will rest, suddenly a cab cut through the rain curtain, braking sharply in the rainstorm, the ear-piercing sound of the wheels scratching the ground attracted the people present to look. The car door opened and closed with a bang, and a man in a hospital lab coat came out of it, looking like he was in a hurry, without even an umbrella.

Just then, thunder roared, purple lightning cracked the sky, and in the dim heavy rain, the lightning illuminated the clear, thin face of the visitor.

That is a man who looks about thirty-five or thirty-six, because of long-term research academic, not much sun, the skin looks pale and bloodless. But he does not look frail at all, on the contrary, his eyes are biting, there is a macho majesty, bookishness is also very heavy, flowing with the unique high self-importance of the reader.

But the strange thing is that the more he does, the more indescribably beautiful he is, as if people can think of soft water when they see hard ice.

Or even, think of the bogeyman.

The youth inside the car folded his fingers, only then languidly topped a smile mark, but the eyes were morbidly cold, all without warmth: "Really mourning people came."

After saying that, he instructed the AI: "Open the window."

The windows were immediately lowered, and the sound of pouring rain instantly filled the eardrums.

Also coming through were the whispers of people who saw the visitor: "Is this ...... Qingcheng Xie ?"

"Why is he here too? What is his relationship with Mr. He ......"

The hall full of eyes swept, the man named Qingcheng Xie, but it seems that nothing heard, nothing seen, as if those watching the whispers, eyes, too, are not on his clothes.

He walked straight to the Buddha Hall, put his hands together, and bowed to the Master.

"I am Jiwei He's friend, the twelve-year festival, and I have come to offer him an incense burner."

The Zen master handed him the incense, and he calmly took the burning incense, raised it high above his head, closed his eyes, and worshipped the fall.

He stained with rain and wet shirt cuffs, revealing a thin wrist, you can see the skin under the light blue veins, and the skin on the ebony sandalwood Buddhist beads. Strangled in the hand, from a distance, like a rope of bondage.

Straighten up.

Inserted incense, worshiped three more times, and turned around.

Clasping his hands together to the Master, he said, "Many thanks."

This time his face was facing the nanny car that the youth was sitting in. When the thin light green smoke blew across his face, the youth saw the face of the man standing under the tiled eaves.

Although the man's appearance today, has aged a bit, thirty-six or seven years old, has long been not what is worth the trouble to play with the age. But his face is still handsome, can clearly see the shadow of more than a decade ago.

Yu He looked at him and couldn't help but remember many years ago, when he was still a child -

It was Qingcheng Xie, the man who once looked at him with a trash-like look. No, perhaps that's too polite a description.

Qingcheng Xie simply did not even bother to lift his eyes to look at him, only treating him as a madman, as a child who is in the way and should not live.

He dislikes him, tramples on him, ignores him.

And now, this man once again appeared in front of him, still the same unperturbed bones, cold as if the eyes can never see into anyone.

The youth's heart suddenly tickled very slightly.

He glanced down at the location of his heart, seemingly slightly surprised by the momentary strange sensation just now, but his expression remained indifferent, as if he did not care about anything.

Ling Yan sensed something was wrong and asked, "What's wrong?"

The young man's light brown eyes shone with some malignant luster, elegant appearance, but the look of gangster: "Nothing, just look at him beautiful, suddenly quite want to make friends with him."

"...... Poof!!!" Ling Yan was drinking water and almost spewed out when he heard the words, "Cough cough cough, it can't be the friend I understand, right?"

"Hmm?"

"You're sick! He can be your father at this age!"

"Just looking for a good time, as long as you find it interesting, what people can not." The youth faded.

"......" Ling Yan said, "You can save your breath, look at this-"

The eyes swept over Qingcheng Xie's long legs and broad shoulders, javelin-like straight back, bitingly sharp eyes, and that stalwart, manly face.

"At first glance, he's not to be messed with, how do you play him?"

The young man put his hand on his cheek, thought for a while, lazily said: "Just, so play."

Ling Yan : "Shit, you're not serious ...... this person does not meet your aesthetics at all, you want to play you also find a type you like ah! For example, Dr. Su kind of intellectual elegance and gentle initiative ...... Speaking of which, don't you like Dr. Su?"

"I don't have a favorite." The youth interrupted him.

Ling Yan is silent.

The bastard said the same thing, he has known him for so long, never felt that this person has moved to anything sincere, although the youth is always svelte yuppie, often with a smile, good at disguise, but his smile is very perfunctory, his blood is cold, smile will not diffuse into the eyes.

At this point, Qingcheng Xie had finished paying his respects and was leaving.

He walked down the steps in the crowd's complex gaze, this kind of bookish to the extreme, the temperament is often very dark and cold. He stood in the depths of these crowds in black dresses, like a wisp of blossom in the night, noble and white, but can attract the most attention.

The youth looked at his departing back, the soft, calm eyes, gradually became playful.

Ling Yan saw this situation and could not help but say: "Hey, hey, hey, young master, really! Forget it! You'd better give up this idea while you can, it's too difficult, look at his arrogant look, he doesn't even bother to look at people directly, he won't care about you."

The youth laughed, "It is very difficult. But he may not ignore me."

He turned his head, looking at the crowd that was gradually dispersing after the puja, and his eyes fell through the rain to the Jiwei He's longevity tablet in front of the Earth Store Bodhisattva temple.

"As long as I tell him who I am."

Chapter 2

The day after the anniversary of Jiwei He's death.

In front of a bed in the emergency department of the First Affiliated Hospital of Shanghai University, a group of doctors and nurses in white coats gathered. At the head of the group was Wei Liu, director of the Emergency Department, a middle-aged female doctor in her early forties, who shone a flashlight into the patient's pupils, examined the injuries of the patient, and said to the nurse beside her:

"Request a neurosurgical consultation."

"Good!"

The resuscitation was going on intensely, and suddenly Dr. Xiao Xiong shouted, "Director Liu! The patient is in respiratory distress! Ventricular fibrillation!"

All the values on the monitor began to fluctuate ominously, blood pressure blood oxygen heart rate straight down, 70...50 ......

Accompanying the patient was his fiancée to be, today was the day the two took wedding photos, only to have the last photo taken after a truck carrying cargo suddenly drove out of control, her husband pushed her out of the way, but was hit in the head by a falling steel bar from the truck.

The bride was still wearing a white wedding dress, but the beaded and diamond gown had been stained with her husband's blood, and she cried out in the emergency room: "Doctor! Doctors, save her! Save him!"

"Families please calm down, please go wait outside!"

"Prepare for adrenaline administration!"

The bride was completely devastated, she couldn't hear any sound, tears blossomed her delicate makeup, she tried her best to jump to the bed and hold her husband's hand: "We're getting married next week, he's going to marry me next week ...... please... ...please please please ......!"

The Emergency Department nurse had to desperately stop her, the medicine was ready, and the young nurse, who had not yet seen life and death, tearfully carried the bride to the side.

"Adrenaline 1 mg, static push!"

"Yes!"

"Quiet push complete!"

"Defibrillator!"

The defibrillator was pushed in, and Director Liu commanded in a sober, cold and tense manner, "Charge 200 joules and prepare to defibrillate."

The assistant quickly debugged the equipment: "Charging 200 joules, over!"

Director Liu took over the defibrillator: "All personnel leave the bedside!"

"200 joules defibrillation, once!"

"Bang--!"

The defibrillator is heavily bounced in front of the patient's chest.

Drip-drop-drop-

Cold sweat oozed from the forehead of every rescuer, and all of them stared at the fluctuating values on the monitor, their hearts hanging in the air.

"One more time."

"Yes! Charging 200 joules, over!"

"Get out of the way!"

Bang--!

Once again, the electric shock pops, Liu director of the sweat beads down the eyelashes, straight into the eyes, but she was unaware of it, not blinking at the display on the screen, eyes were dyed a scarlet red.

"Please ...... please ......"

The bride's shrill and desperate cries were just outside the emergency curtain, but they still couldn't cover up the long ticking of the instruments as if they were pronouncing a sentence. The intern doctor Xiong cried and looked towards Wei Liu, who was still giving CPR to the patient, and choked in a small voice: "Director ......"

Time passed and the heart rate still did not recover.

Footsteps came from outside the ward, and the young nurse sent to invite someone from the neurosurgery department ran in anxiously, "Director Liu, Director Xie is here!"

The pale blue curtain was pulled open and in walked Dr. Qingcheng Xie, a neurosurgeon in his thirties, 180 years tall, with broad shoulders and a strong back, who was working.

Qingcheng Xie is almost walking with the wind, the white coat tightly buttoned still hem fluttering. He wore a mask, revealing steely black eyebrows and sharp eyes, cold and hard eyebrows, he looked different from all the doctors in the emergency department, only sobriety between the eyebrows, without any personal feelings.

When the doctors at the Emergency Department met him, they all just nodded and didn't say anything more. Only intern Bear, who didn't know his temperament, choked up and said to him, "Director Xie, this patient was in a car accident, and he-"

Qingcheng Xie did not hear her out, only looked at the patient's head and then at the vitals.

"CT."

"Here it is."

Qingcheng Xie took the film from the Emergency Department nurse and quickly finished reading it. He gave the film back to the nurse and shook his head.

"It hurts too much."

Wei Liu turned a deaf ear to Qingcheng Xie's judgment and gritted his teeth, "Thirty minutes have not yet arrived, Little Bear, change hands! ...... cubs?"

The more the intern doctor cub cries, the more he froze in place and did not respond.

Wei Liu stared at her, another doctor next to her immediately stepped forward and took over the CPR from Dr. Liu's chief doctor, pressing on the patient's chest and ribs with folded hands, "Hold on!"

Qingcheng Xie looked at their busy situation and then looked up at the clock hanging on the wall.

Thirty minutes passed quickly.

Wei Liu finally stopped the compressions at her chest and ribs, sweat dripping down her face as she hung her head almost disheveledly low and whispered, "Call time of death."

Bear choked with tears sound, can hardly speak: "Death, time of death, 17:09 pm."

It was the first time she faced such a tragic and sudden death, and after she finished, she couldn't help but cry out loud.

"Don't cry ......"

Her brothers and sisters comforted her.

Bear is still biting his lip: "Ooooooooooooooooo ......"

Qingcheng Xie glanced at her, and that look of utter indifference to life and death made the new doctor's heart jolt, followed by boundless shock and indignation.

"You, why are you looking at me like that?"

Qingcheng Xie originally did not intend to speak, but I did not expect the young doctor was not afraid of the tiger, actually sticking his neck at him angrily asked. Since she asked, he also has nothing to detour, simply said: "You such, not suitable for emergency medicine."

He took his eyes off the bear and said to Wei Liu, who was tired and exhausted:

"If there are no other patients to consult, I'll go back to God's outside."

Wei Liu tensed his face, did not even bother to look at him, nodded, Qingcheng Xie on the head did not look back and left. The woman who received the news of her husband's death outside cried and fainted on the ground, the entire Emergency Department was filled with the pungent smell of blood and medical supplies, the family's cries, the silent doctors ...... heart of flesh and blood as the trembling of everything, did not let Qingcheng Xie stop his footsteps.

The words "healer's kindness" are simply not reflected in him.

At the turn of the shift, the tap water in the disinfection area was flowing in a rushing stream.

The body had already been temporarily transported to the morgue, and after communicating with the family, the doctors of the Emergency Department were doing the rest of the aftercare work. They all look very tired, especially Dr. Xiong, although she is a doctor, but in fact is only a young girl in her early twenties, see such a life and death, still can not be at peace with the heart, from time to time sobbing, pull two pieces of paper to twist the snot.

"Alas, little bear, do not be sad again, you and director Xie learn a lesson, he is more sensible ah, do not cry ha, you cry we also follow more difficult ah."

Director Wei Liu was taking off his surgical gloves and plucked out a glance at them, "What should she learn? Is the neurosurgery one sane?"

The deputy director of Emergency Department advised her, "Sister Liu, you should say less, there are many people here."

Wei Liu, a straight shooter, glared at him: "Why should I say less? His attitude is not for people to say! He is not rational, it is called ruthless! Oh, nothing before leaving also lectured our department doctors, saying 'you such, not suitable for emergency medicine', really take himself as a father he also, he has done emergency medicine? He knows what ah."

The doctors then all stopped talking.

The neurosurgery doctor Xie, the people in the hospital privately or call him Xie Dad, or call him medical equipment. Almost everyone knows that he is calm to mean, sensible to ruthless, sharp to cold-blooded. Although the doctor is work, but people are not grass, who can easily cut their feelings?

Qingcheng Xie, however, can.

Because he had been outspoken and said he didn't like the job of a doctor at all.

No one can see in him the compassion that doctors have, he is like an expensive and advanced medical device, doing his own thing steadily and accurately, dealing with death, but not moving and indifferent to the sadness and happiness that happens in the hospital. He is just a highly skilled neurosurgeon, as a proof of his superior intelligence. Other than that, there seems to be no other thoughts.

"I just wonder how this kind of person's private life is like." Wei Liu director, although highly skilled in medicine, kind and responsible, but for all the people who point their fingers at her department, she has to scold back, "How did his wife see him in the first place, really hit the ghost."

Xiong: "Director Xie is still married?"

"Tied ah, but this is not a divorce? The wife ran to the hospital leadership side, said the whole day does not release people, and he did not have time to negotiate a divorce agreement." Wei Liu snickered, "If you want me to say, deserved it."

As they passed by the window in the neurosurgery corridor, they saw a sturdy back.

Qingcheng Xie was standing in the sunset sunlight with his back to them, talking on his cell phone alone.

[small ma literature version of the draft put here ...... anyway later did not write so ...... this version is not good, I have deleted ...... the next opportunity to write small ma literature ......]