她两手紧紧攥着包带，局促紧张，她自己都不知道自己在紧张什么。                                                                                傅明琰眯着眼，“苏苏，这世上，除了爱情，我们还有很多事要做。如果你介意我，你回心内，我辞职。”                                                                                “不是因为你，在哪里都是为了救人，一样的。”前挡玻璃上树影婆娑，随风摆动，像一幅剪影画。                                                                                只可惜看得见，摸不到。                                                                                虚幻一场。                                                                                “既然不是因为我，那就回去。你的双手是用来挽救更多的生命，而不是延迟生命体征，在急诊，你的专业特长是没有出路的。”                                                                                苏韵沉默。                                                                                傅明琰又问：“苏苏，你的梦想你还记得吗？”                                                                                苏韵看着车窗外，偶尔有夜跑的人经过，周围冷冷清清。                                                                                梦想？                                                                                她怎么会忘？                                                                                傅明琰烟瘾又犯了，他坐起来，从兜里掏出烟，推门下车。                                                                                苏韵也下来，站在他不远处。                                                                                “你怎么学抽烟了？”                                                                                傅明琰看她一眼，“有段时间很忙，夜里困，就抽烟