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Wenhua City is out of breath as soon as five or six in the afternoon.

Xu Xing slammed the steering wheel hard, yelled fuck, turned his head to look at the person holding his chest in the passenger seat, and couldn't help mocking:

"As for what, Xizi still holds her heart."

"I'm holding my lungs." Zhou Yu'an, who was sitting on the side, was in real pain. He put his hand on his left chest, cold sweat covered his fair forehead, and his voice was weak like a mosquito's humming.

"If you hadn't forced me to play basketball, I wouldn't have..." Before finishing speaking, he began to cough violently.

Xu Xing's arrogance immediately went down. Zhou Yu'an came back from the United States in June to help him take care of the new company. He was feeling unwell. Yesterday he took someone to Wenhua University to play basketball with a group of college students. After returning home at night, Zhou Yu'an felt chest pain all the time. It got worse and worse today, Xu Xing saw that something was wrong and rushed him to the hospital.

"Mayor Wenhua is really fucking sick. Dig here, dig there, and the city will be blocked." Xu Xing could only vent his restless anger on the mayor.

Zhou Yu'an lowered the car window halfway, and the cool summer evening wind poured in, but he still felt chest tightness and shortness of breath, and he disappeared halfway through his breath, accompanied by a stinging pain like a needle.

He has not been in good health since he was a child, but he loves to play and be active. For this reason, he often ran to the hospital, which caused his mother to worry a lot.Thinking of this, he hastily reminded:

"Xu Xing, please don't tell my mother, she had a great time in France, if she found out, she would have to fly back overnight."

"Don't worry, I won't tell anyone about your parents. Even if you have an operation, I'll take care of you." Xu Xing naturally didn't dare to tell Zhou Yu'an's mother that the woman named Mingyan was out of bed. The famous pet son and caress about every detail.

"Don't curse me, I won't have an operation even if I'm killed." Zhou Yu'an's face turned paler when he heard the operation, God knows how afraid he is of pain.

The two stopped and stopped on the road for nearly an hour. Zhou Yu'an felt that his life was about to die, and finally arrived at Hannan Hospital after seven o'clock.

Xu Xing drove the car around the corners of the parking lot and searched for a space for a long time. He finally found a spot in front of him. He was about to step on the accelerator to get there first, but he was caught by a black Audi.

The anger accumulated all the way broke out completely, regardless of the first-come-first-served rule, Xu Xing cursed, drove the car to the side of the Audi and stopped, jumped out of the car and slammed the door.

"Didn't you see that I want to stop? Rob your mother?" The owner of the Audi car couldn't help but cursed before Xu Xing got down.

Zhou Yu Anxin said it was not good, Xu Xing was simply making trouble out of no reason, but he was in so much pain that he waited for a while before opening the car door, and when he got out of the car, he saw a tall young man getting off the Audi.

He was stunned in place with a pale face. The man was nearly 1.9 meters tall, with a black piano case on his back. His facial features were sharp and stern, and his eyes were especially sharp, showing a sharp and cold light in the twilight.

Like a beam of light on the point of a knife, and seems to have seen it.

The owner of the Audi car didn't pay attention to Xu Xing who was burning with anger. He locked the car unmoved, and then walked out at a leisurely pace. He just glanced at Zhou Yu'an when he passed by, frowning slightly, his eyes darkened. Without emotion, Zhou Yu'an was taken aback.

"Pull what, who does he think he is?!" It was the first time that Xu Xinghuo was completely ignored at such a young age. If Zhou Yu'an hadn't been in a hurry to see a doctor, he would definitely go up and fight.

"Why are you in a daze, are you stupid?" Xu Xing patted Next Zhou Yu'an on the shoulder.

Zhou Yuan came back to his senses, the pain in his chest pulled him back to this scorching evening, and then he was helped by Xu Xing to the emergency department.

"You have a pneumothorax most likely. Whether you need surgery or not, let the thoracic surgeon take a look." The doctor in the emergency department showed Zhou Yu'an's film and yawned after seeing it, with a calm expression on his face. Write down a few strokes in a hurry on the list and hand it to Xu Xing.

"What is pneumothorax? Do you really need surgery?" Zhou Yu'an asked in surprise.

"To put it simply, after you exercise strenuously, the alveoli in the left lung rupture, and the air in the lungs escapes into the pleural cavity and accumulates air. But even if you have surgery now, it is not too big, so you don't have to be too nervous. It will be fine in a few days."

When Xu Xing heard that it was because of strenuous exercise, his complexion was a little uneasy. He scratched his hair and said to Zhou Yu'an:

"If you really need surgery, I'll make a special trip to accompany you. The company's affairs can't be done in a day or two."

Seeing Xu Xing's annoyed face, Zhou Yu'an gritted his teeth and pretended to be relaxed, "Isn't it just a minor operation? I haven't experienced anything since I was a child, so why should I be afraid?"

How could Xu Xing not know that this ancestor grew up in a honey pot, and cried for a long time at the slightest bump, and now the big words he said were all paper tigers, but he didn't expose them.

When the two came to the Department of Thoracic Surgery, the nurse said that the doctor was on shift and would be here soon.Just as Zhou Yu'an and Xu Xing sat down, the door was opened again before the stools were warmed up.

Zhou Yu'an was bent over in pain, and when he looked up, he found that the doctor who came in was the man he met when he parked the car just now, but he was wearing a clean white coat, which softened the cold breath on his body a lot, like a doctor. The sharp sword is wrapped in heavy silk thread.

He glanced at Zhou Yu'an who was sitting on the chair, and sat down behind the table without any surprise.

Xu Xing was even more surprised. He moved his lips and wanted to say something, but he held back, and just slapped the X-ray film taken by Zhou Yuan on the table with some strength.

Zhou Yu'an quietly looked at the doctor's badge, Zhong Fuchu?The name is so strange.

"The doctor in the emergency department said that an operation might be needed, Dr. Zhong, what do you think?" He was already in pain and almost shrank into a shrimp, staring nervously at the doctor in front of him, afraid that he would say "yes".

Zhong Fuchu looked at the X-ray for a while, lowered his head and wrote something in the medical record, and said in a cold voice: "The left pneumothorax, the lung tissue has been compressed by 80%, it is very likely that an operation is required, you should go for a CT first. "

This voice is really nice, like the male protagonist of a medical drama, Zhou Yu'an was a little lost in thought, and only after a while did he say in surprise: "Do you really need an operation?"

Zhong Fuchu was not surprised by this kind of question. He didn't seem to have much patience to explain the pathology. He just tapped the table with his right index finger and urged, "Get a CT first."

"Ah ok, I'll go right away."

Zhou Yu'an had no choice but to go for another CT scan. Xu Xing couldn't help scolding Zhong Fuchu on the way, but Zhou Yu'an ignored it. He had a strange feeling in his heart.

He always felt that he had seen Zhong Fuchu somewhere, as if it was a long time ago, and it seemed that it was not a few years.

But this name was completely unfamiliar to him.

The pain in his chest made him unable to dig deep into his memory, so he had no choice but to put this question aside, go for a CT scan, and then bring the film back to the Department of Thoracic Surgery for Zhong Fuchu to look at.

After watching the film for a while, Zhong Fuchu said, "There is a bulla in the upper lobe of the left lung, which must be surgically removed."

Xu Xing taunted suspiciously: "You surgeons have always been black, so you don't want to find ways to make money?" He heard that many surgeons made minor ailments worse and lied to patients for surgery, not to mention that he had been with you just now. The man had an altercation, even if it was one-sided.

Zhong Fuchu looked at Xu Xing when he heard the words, with a bit of sarcasm in his eyes: "You can choose to go to another hospital for diagnosis."

Who doesn't know that Hannan Hospital is the affiliated hospital of Wenhua University and the best tertiary hospital in Wenhua City.

Xu Xing was taken aback by him for a moment, and became annoyed belatedly. Just as he was about to scold back, he saw Zhou Yu'an resting his chin on the table in disappointment, squeezing out a bitter smile, and two small pouts on his cheeks. Dimple, said repeatedly: "I will do it, I will do it!"

Zhong Fuchu glanced at his wrinkled face in pain, and said calmly: "Intubation and drainage tonight, surgery in two days, are there any immediate family members?"

Zhou Yuan wondered: "My parents are abroad, can a friend sign for me?"

"Yes, but you need to sign a power of attorney."

Zhou Yu'an and Xu Xing breathed a sigh of relief at the same time, it would be best not to alarm Zhou Yu'an's mother.

Zhou Yu'an was quickly arranged to live in the ward, he changed into a hospital gown, lay on the bed and ate the fruit Xu Xing bought.

"I've bought all the daily necessities. You can be the emperor for a few days. You won't be able to enjoy my uncle's service in the future." Xu Xing wiped the sweat from his forehead. He just went down to the supermarket to buy a bunch of things for the hospital. , this ancestor is happy to relax and enjoy life.

"There is no such miserable emperor as me in the world." Zhou Yu'an snorted softly, and then said, "Little Xu, it's forbidden to shoot videos."

When he was in high school, he fell and broke his leg. He cried in pain in the school infirmary, and was photographed by Xu Xing and spread everywhere, which ruined his reputation as a school grassroots.

Xu Xing laughed angrily, responded with a "chat", and asked again: "Your Majesty, how about I call some of your brothers in Wenhua City to visit you? Doesn't that Wu Haoyu know you?"

Zhou Yu'an quickly shook his head: "I haven't contacted him for a long time, don't tell him."

Wu Haoyu is four years older than him. Because of his father, the two often played together when they were young. Later, the Wu family moved to Wenhua City to develop a business. When he was 13 years old, he was angry with his family and "run away from home" to live in Wu's house. for a while.

But at that time, some unpleasant things happened, and the two had a dispute. Although they did not break up their friendship, they also became estranged a lot.

What's the matter?For a moment, a seemingly unknown light flashed in his mind, but it slipped away unpredictably.

He gave up thinking, but suddenly thought of Zhong Fuchu, and said, "Do you think that handsome doctor will perform the operation on me? Maybe I can be happier then."

Xu Xing frowned: "I am such a handsome guy dangling in front of you, can you still see other men?" He has long known Zhou Yu'an's sexual orientation, and he was very depressed for a while, but now he can even be without any scruples kidding himself.

Knowing that he was joking, Zhou Yu'an smiled contemptuously and said, "Just your looks? It's far behind." Xu Xing is also a handsome guy, very good at flirting, but compared to Dr. Zhong's looks, it's really not enough.

As soon as the words were finished, the door of the ward was suddenly opened, and three doctors walked in. The first one was Zhong Fuchu, and the nurse behind him was pushing a mobile operating trolley.

Zhou Yu'an quickly threw away the core, and said nervously, "Do you want to intubate now?"

He just learned that intubation does not need to go to the operating room, it can be done in the ward. He thought it would be easy, but seeing the situation, he was a little uncertain.

The anesthetist was a short male doctor with crooked eyebrows and smiling eyes. He said with a smile, "Yes, first make an incision on the side of your chest, and then insert the tube into your chest cavity."

The assistant doctor was a young female intern. She glanced at the anesthesiologist reproachfully, and smiled at Zhou Yu'an: "Don't listen to his exaggeration. The wound is not big, and the tube is very thin, so it won't hurt very much."

But as soon as Zhou Yuan thought of a tube being inserted into his body, goosebumps scrambled to stand up. He clenched his hands into fists, forcibly holding back the momentum of a strong man breaking his wrists, and said through gritted teeth: "Then insert it lightly, don't insert it crookedly." gone."

Everyone else laughed, except Zhong Fuchu.

Zhong Fuchu had already started to make preparations, and he was indifferent to everything in front of him. He coughed lightly, and everyone immediately fell silent.He quickly put on his gloves and picked up a scalpel.

Zhou Yu'an always felt that he saw the cold light on the knife, just like Zhong Fuchu's eyes.

Xu Xing stood beside him like an ant on a hot pot. He was not afraid of anything in his life, but he was afraid of seeing blood, so he couldn't help saying goodbye: "I'll wait for you outside, you... hold on." After speaking, he hurriedly evacuated from the ward.

Zhou Yu'an secretly scolded Xu Xing for being unreliable, when the nurse came up to take off his clothes, he hurriedly grabbed the corner of his clothes, hesitantly asked: "What if I move around?" He was really worried that he would kick his legs broke the tube free.

The nurse smiled sweetly: "We will hold you down."

Zhou Yuan still felt scared, his eyes were a little red, he looked at Zhong Fuchu, and the latter also looked at him, but his eyes were as indifferent as before, and now he was even slightly impatient, and said coldly:

"Are you ready?"

Zhou Yu'an resigned himself to his fate, and he became even more nervous when asked by Zhong Fuchu.

The nurse unbuttoned his shirt and said with a smile: "Brother, your skin is really good, what brand of shower gel do you use?"

Zhou Yu'an's ears turned red with embarrassment. Although he knew that the nurse was helping to relieve his tension, it was still very strange for a man to be praised for his skin.

The anesthesiologist applied local anesthesia on his left chest, which actually didn't hurt much, but Zhou Yuping clenched his teeth and clenched his fists, his feet were straightened, like a guinea pig being tested.

"It won't hurt after taking the anesthetic." Seeing that he was nervous, the anesthesiologist comforted him.

Zhou Yu'an was a little suspicious: "Really?"

Zhong Fuchu, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said: "Close your eyes." If his voice were softer, it would seem that he was caring for the patient, but it's a pity that his tone was an unquestionable order.

Zhou Yu'an froze for a moment, then looked at Zhong Fuchu, his face was still expressionless, but his eyes were not so cold.

He obediently closed his eyes.

After a while, the place where the anesthesia was given had no sensation, and he asked with his eyes still closed, "Have you guys started yet?"

The anesthetist replied, "A hole has been dug into your chest."

Zhou Yu'an was taken aback by his description, but then said happily: "It doesn't seem to hurt at all!"

After speaking, he opened his eyes, but the first thing he saw was long eyelashes. He was stunned for a moment, only to realize that his face was very close to Zhong Fuchu's.

Zhong Fuchu bent over and buried his head in the operation on his chest, his straight nose faced the light, like a clear and steep snow peak under the sun, and the eyebrows formed by the shadow of swords and swords were softened by the long eyelashes, making them poetic and picturesque.

Zhou Yu'an stared blankly, he thought, the intubation is not bad, but ignored Zhong Fuchu's next move.

Immediately afterwards, a tragic cry resounded through the ward.

Later, Xu Xing recalled the experience of waiting outside the ward that day, saying that he thought a monkey had been run over by a car when he heard the cry.