一一道乳沟,很深的乳沟,忽地横在眼前挡住何无疆的去路。是个三十多岁的女人,女人捂着胃部,声音发颤,医生,我胃病犯了,疼死了,求你给我开支杜冷丁吧。何无疆摇头,懒得说话,向走廊尽头的电梯口加快步伐,他并没有穿白大褂,一身便装,出差回来刚下飞机,先到科室看看几个重患者,正急着回家。这女人偏就能一眼看出他是医生,可见是个常来医院纠缠的老江湖。也许每个城市的每个医院,午夜之后都难免会出现几个这样的男女,满楼乱窜,阴魂似的,见到穿白衣的就死缠不放,千般疼万般苦,就为了讨一针杜冷丁。 A cleavage, deep cleavage, suddenly cross the front blocking what way to Xinjiang. A woman in her thirties, a woman clutching her stomach, his voice trembling, a doctor, I had a stomach ache, it hurts, and beg you to spend it. He never stopped shaking his head, too lazy to speak, to the corridor at the end of the elevator to speed up the pace, he did not wear a white coat, a casual dress, business trip just back off the plane, first to the department to see several heavy patients are anxious to go home. This woman can see at a glance he is a doctor, we can see is often entangled in the hospital lakes. Perhaps every hospital in every city, after midnight, will inevitably have several such men and women, full house scurrying, ghostly, to see the death wrapped in white, thousands of painful, so as to discuss A pinch of cold Ding.