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