She is the Third Kind of Stunning

"How about sleeping with me?"

Counting it carefully, Jian Qing said to accompany him to sleep no less than 5 times, and every time he said it, it would be fine if Lu Yinxi refused.

From the beginning, Lu Yinxi resisted scolding, but now he has become accustomed to it, and these words have become deaf ears.

She let out a cry: "Quack."

Jian Qing didn't understand, so she turned her head and looked at her like a fool.

Lu Yinxi smiled and explained: "I was boiled in warm water."

Jian Qing understood what she meant, looked at her smile, let go of her hand, leaned towards her face, traced the arc of her eyebrows with her fingertips, and said, "Good night."

No longer ask to accompany. Sleep.

Lu Yinxi stood at the door of her bedroom and responded softly, "Good night."

The next day was the last day of Lu Yinxi's internship in the hospital, and Director Yan's pathology report came out.

Originally, the attached pathology report took a week to come out, but the staff in the hospital naturally had a green channel. Before the report on the computer was completed, the director of the pathology department threw a phone call to Jian Qing: "Squamous cell carcinoma of the nasopharynx, Lung adenocarcinoma…”

If the lung lesion is metastatic cancer, then the lung should also be squamous cell carcinoma. If not, it means that the lung is the primary cancer.

Jian Qing found Aunt Xu and talked: "It is a double primary cancer. Nasopharyngeal carcinoma is sensitive to radiotherapy and needs to be transferred to the radiotherapy department for treatment. The lung lesions can be surgically removed. Tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, we will arrange a multidisciplinary consultation. You go with us."

Aunt Yan said: "Old Yan has been working in Fuyiyi for more than 20 years. He trusts you, and I trust you too. He always listens to the doctor's arrangement. I will cooperate with any work that needs my cooperation."

It is said that a long illness becomes a doctor. In just two or three days, when Jian Qing communicated with Director Yan's wife, Aunt Xu, Aunt Xu was able to follow the doctor's words and explained TNM staging, puncture, radiotherapy and chemotherapy clearly and logically.

A few days ago, she was still beating her husband and crying wife in public. Now her eye sockets are still red and swollen, but like many family members of cancer patients, for the sake of her family and for knowing the disease inside out, she was forced to study and instill the knowledge of those cancer patients. Knowledge.

Some old patients, or family members with patients at home, encountered questions that students hesitated to answer during ward rounds, and they would smile and ask questions from the hospital bed.

In the relationship between doctors and patients, sometimes family members act as a bridge of communication. When a patient is unconscious, bedridden, or facing emergency treatment, it is not only the luck of the patient to meet a family member who is clear, calm and expressive. , It is also the doctor's luck.

At noon on the last day of the internship, Lu Yinxi and Jian Qing brought fruits to visit Yan Miaomiao who was hospitalized in the Department of Hepatobiliary and Pancreatic Surgery.

Yan Miaomiao was sitting on the hospital bed with a small desk on top of the bed, and she was typing papers on the keyboard.

Jian Qing moved a stool and sat down: "Don't be too tired."

Yan Miaomiao sighed: "The people in the scientific research department called me every day to urge me, saying that it should be sent to the Health and Medical Commission for stamping last month, because I delayed it for more than half a month."

Lu Yinxi leaned over to read, and it was written about the topic of tertiary diagnosis and treatment and referral from upper and lower level hospitals.

Yan Miaomiao pinched Lu Yinxi's cheek: "What wind brought the two of you here today?"

Lu Yinxi grinned: "I'm going to end my internship."

"The big star is going back to filming? Remember to introduce me to some handsome guys in your circle, Xiao Xianrou."

Jian Qing glanced over coldly: "How much can your body hold?"

Yan Miaomiao was full of pride: "It's not a problem to fight thirty!"

The topic developed in a strange direction, Lu Yinxi rubbed his cheeks, and said: "There is no little fresh meat, they are all at the uncle level, but the young lady can introduce you to a few, our crew has more women than men."

Yan Miaomiao said: "Gender is not an issue."

The three of them sat together and chatted about Director Yan and the hospital for a while, then bid farewell and went back to the office to rest.

In the office, Wei Mingming and Zhang Yue murmured together about Director Chen and Director Yan.

These two directors are usually at odds with each other, and they don't see each other right. This time Director Yan was hospitalized, but Director Chen was donating money and working hard to initiate fundraising in the hospital. Director Chen came to visit Director Yan yesterday and teased him: "You It’s just that my temper is too stubborn, I told you earlier that kindness makes money! Contentment is always happy! Look at you, you are always angry, and you are sick from anger?”

Zhang Yue rubbed his nose and said, "Honestly speaking, their students want someone like Teacher Yan who is fair, and our doctor wants to be like Director Chen, who often walks by the river. There is no one who does not wet his shoes. The people above A little wider, the people below us will feel better, and we don’t have to worry about making a mistake.”

Jian Qing walked in and tapped his head with a pen: "Teach me honestly, there's nothing wrong with it."

Obviously disagree with his point of view.

Wei Mingming flattered and said, "My boss is right!"

Zhang Yue rubbed his head, gave a cut, and asked Lu Yinxi, "What do you think, little deer?"

Lu Yinxi pulled a stool and sat down, fair and just and partial: "Mr. Jian is right."

Zhang Yue took out a cake from the small refrigerator: "If you want to favor your sister so much, that brother Zhang paid for this cake by mistake?"

Wei Mingming scolded him: "Shameless, it was a 6-inch small cake that our group chipped in to buy! Are you so conscious that it's your own wish?"

The two of you came and I bickered, and Jane cleaned the cake with her hands, and asked Lu Yinxi, "Do you want to blow out the candles?"

Lu Yinxi didn't expect such a heartwarming gesture. He clasped his hands together to thank him, and said, "It's not my birthday, so I won't blow it. I want to thank—"

"No." Jian Qing directly interrupted her parting speech.

Lu Yinxi slapped his head and laughed at himself: "Occupational diseases."

I used to give some parting speeches when I received an award on the stage and when the crew broke up, I would like to thank everyone.

Jian Qing doesn't like this set of formalities, just finish eating the cake she handed over honestly.

Lu Yinxi asked Jian Qing while eating: "When is your birthday?"

Jian Qing said, "November 21."

Lu Yinxi let out a groan, and there was a little joy in his heart: "I am on October 21st, which is exactly one month away."

When you like someone, you always try to find some coincidences and similarities to prove that you are compatible with each other.

In the hospital, there were a lot of people coming and going. I saw wave after wave of interns. The people in the department really couldn’t remember too many names. Her outstanding appearance and diligent running of errands made everyone remember her. All afternoon, familiar and unfamiliar people came over and said a few words of farewell and take care.

It's okay not to say it, but as soon as I said it, I felt a strong parting atmosphere.

After get off work in the evening, Lu Yinxi actually received an anonymous love letter.

Jian Qing sneered coldly: "What year did you still write love letters?"

Lu Yinxi opened the letter with his back to her. He didn't leave a name in the letter. He just said that he was a girl and knew that he had no future. He just wanted to express his admiration and thank her for her comfort and encouragement at the beginning.

"There are quite a few people I have encouraged and comforted...Who is this handwriting?" She didn't have the slightest impression.

Jian Qing stretched out her arm, trying to grab it.

Lu Yinxi bypassed her, didn't show her, put it away and folded it, and explained: "The girl wrote to me anonymously, just because she didn't want me to know her name, and secretly put it in my bag, and she definitely didn't want others to know the content , I won’t show you.”

Jian Qing glanced at her coldly: "It's not rare to see."

Then, when she came home from get off work, she didn't say a word all the way, no matter how Lu Yinxi teased her, she still had that indifferent expression.

At night, Lu Yinxi packed her luggage and went to the study to accompany her as usual.

Jian Qing still wanted to keep her cold, but Lu Yinxi tugged at the hem of her clothes and said, "It's the last night, tomorrow afternoon, I'm going to report to the crew."

Stop ignoring people.

Jian Qing was silent for a moment, then asked: "Is everything packed?"

"It's done."

"Shut up the doors and windows at night."

"Well, I'll say goodnight to you every day."

"Is there a holiday?"

"No, once the work starts, the money will be burned, and the work cannot be stopped."

"Is the money still enough?"

"enough."

"Tomorrow afternoon, I will apply for compensatory leave and send you there."

"Ok."

Jian Qing fell silent again.

The mood of leaving and saying goodbye is completely different.

The person who leaves has unknown places to explore and new things to touch; the person who sees off stays where they are, guarding each other's memories.

Lu Yinxi said: "I will help you finish the courseware last night. Next time you take an elective course, I will listen to it."

Jian Qing said, "Okay."

By the time the courseware was finished, it was already eleven o'clock in the middle of the night.

Lu Yinxi went to the living room and poured half a cup of warm water. Jian Qing stood at the door of the bedroom, looking at her, as if waiting for her good night.

She drank water, walked over, and said goodbye softly: "Mr. Jian, good night."

Jane responded in a light voice: "Good night."

After saying good night, neither of them moved.

Standing opposite each other, their eyes are moving, and each other's faces are reflected in the pupils, hazy and hesitant to speak.

Reluctant to leave, Lu Yinxi searched his brains, trying to find some topics to delay time.

She thought a lot, remembering the last time, she squatted outside the door, hesitant to send a star lantern; remembering the last time, she stood outside the door, wanting to knock on the door to explain, but dare not explain cowardly; think of the day before yesterday At night, the kiss that fell on her forehead was cold and soft, and her heart was pounding, she was infinitely nostalgic.

I thought a lot, but there was very little I could say.

She looked at Jian Qing quietly.

Jian Qing's expression is no longer as cold as frost when she first saw her, but she is still somewhat indifferent, with a sense of alienation due to her personality.

They looked at each other silently, and the ambiguity fermented in the air. Gradually, her eyes seemed to be hooked, and Lu Yinxi couldn't look away after watching.

It was like being bewitched by a goblin, whatever she wanted, I was willing to give her.

Even if she wanted the stars in the sky at this moment, she had to find ways to get them for her.

Jian Qing stared straight at Lu Yinxi, stretched his hand behind him, unscrewed the lock of the door with his backhand, pushed it open, and pulled Lu Yinxi in.

Lu Yinxi staggered a step, entered the door, and looked around her bedroom.

The lights in the bedroom hadn't been turned on, and the room was dark.

The left wrist was wrapped in a touch of cold softness, Lu Yinxi looked down at his arm.

Jian Qing's right hand grasped her wrist, and then slowly rotated using the palm as a fulcrum, clasped her left palm, squeezed into her fingers, and clasped her fingers tightly together.

She looked up at Jian Qing.

In the half-light and half-darkness, Jian Qing's expression was dim and unclear. She took a step closer, and Lu Yinxi took a step back subconsciously, pressing his back against the open door, and then grabbed his left hand and pressed it on the left side of his head.

The overwhelming clear fragrance flooded in, and Jian Qing leaned close to her body, her scorching gaze made Lu Yinxi's face turn red and her heart beat faster.

She was pressed against the door by her, like a fish imprisoned on a cutting board, unable to move.

Jian Qing approached her, pressed her, put the tip of her nose against her nose, and rubbed gently, the strange, warm breath sprayed on her face, she closed her eyes, and gently rubbed the person in front of her .

The sound of each other's breathing became heavier, Lu Yinxi clenched the corner of Jian Qing's clothes tightly with his right hand, his mouth was dry, and he couldn't help but raise his lips, wanting to take the initiative to get close.

Unexpectedly, he kissed Fangze, and the warm breath flew away.