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Zhou Yuan began to reflect on himself after he was exhausted.

He and Zhong Fuchu had nothing but a bad memory, he had no position to get angry at all, and it was only natural for Zhong Fuchu to see patients.

Li Huiting came over to do the rounds, and seeing him like this, she smiled and said, "You've been having a lot of emotional ups and downs recently."

"My favorite brother-in-law is ruined, can I not be angry?"

Li Huiting was stunned for a moment before realizing it. She walked over and whispered, "Did you see Dr. Zhong's ex-girlfriend too? Our hospital's heart is broken."

Zhou Yu'an's eyes widened suddenly, and he asked loudly, "Ex-girlfriend?"

Chen Mufei hissed, and said: "Aren't you talking about that very beautiful Miss Chen? Her father has transferred to our hospital today, and Dr. Zhong has been busy from the beginning to the end."

It's over, it's really an ex-girlfriend, Zhou Yu'an's heart sinks like a plumb weight.

Li Huiting is still gossiping: "I heard that they are college classmates, the only girlfriend Dr. Zhong has ever dated, and now they suddenly show up, and the two of them will be resurrected if they can't get along." She glanced at Zhou Yu'an, and found that his face was extremely ugly, and comforted:

"Your sister is not very old, so why worry, there are plenty of good opportunities."

Zhou Yu'an murmured in his heart: You don't understand, this is my boyfriend!

Zhong Fuchu rejected Chen Mufei's offer to invite him to dinner again. When he returned to the office, he saw Li Huiting gossip about himself with several other interns, so he knocked on the door with a sullen face and raised his index finger.

The gossipers dispersed, and Li Huiting said tremblingly, "Sorry, Dr. Zhong, we're just really curious..."

"This is a hospital, I hope you can remember."

Li Huiting quickly lowered her head to the ground, it was really unlucky to be caught on the spot.

Zhong Fuchu sat down and took a sip of water. Li Huiting quietly looked at his face, it seemed that he was not too angry, and she was slightly relieved.

She was just about to sneak away when Zhong Fuchu suddenly asked, "How about bed No. 42?"

She was stunned for a moment, not knowing why Zhong Fuchu asked Zhou Yu'an about such minor surgery patients, and said: "Just now I went to make rounds, there is nothing wrong, but I am not in a good mood."

Zhong Fuchu put down the water glass, tilted his head slightly, "Still unhappy?"

Li Huiting didn't notice the strangeness in his words. Thinking of the reason why Zhou Yu'an was angry, she couldn't help laughing and said, "Because his 'plan to find a brother-in-law' failed."

Zhong Fuchu frowned: "Brother-in-law?"

"He wanted to introduce you to his sister, but seeing your ex-girlfriend came back, he thought he had no chance."

Zhong Fuchu didn't speak for a long while, Li Huiting observed his face, gloomy, and felt that something was wrong, as expected, Zhong Fuchu said to her: "Go back and write a self-criticism, reflect on what should be said and what should not be said in the hospital."

Li Huiting turned pale with shock, she didn't dare to intercede with a depressed face, she really couldn't figure out why Zhong Fuchu suddenly became angry again.

After Zhong Fuchu had a meal with Ye Lang in the cafeteria at noon, he packed a copy and prepared to take it away.

"That patient of yours doesn't look like he has no money, why don't you hire a nurse yourself?" Ye Lang couldn't help complaining.

"You're not used to being taken care of by strangers." Zhong Fuchu went to the vending machine to buy a bottle of yogurt.

"Then why are you so used to being taken care of by you?" Ye Lang blurted out, feeling a little regretful.

Zhong Fuchu turned his head and glanced at him, without saying anything, bent down and took out the yogurt.

"I heard that Chen Mufei came to see you?" Ye Lang had no choice but to change the subject.

"How many people know about this?" Zhong Fuchu was a little speechless, he almost forgot himself, but he didn't expect others to remember it clearly.

Ye Lang smiled wryly: "We were all surprised when you got together with her that year. I thought you wouldn't agree to her." There were too many girls chasing Zhong Fuchu in college, and neither he nor Zhong Fuchu had the same relationship. Seriously.

Zhong Fuchu didn't say a word. At that time, Chen Mufei was chasing too closely, and he was too annoyed. Finally, he agreed to try for a month. Afterwards, it proved that he couldn't put others in his heart at all.

Seeing his expression, Ye Lang knew that he had no intentions for Chen Mufei, so he asked instead, "How is Grandpa Lu recently?"

He had met Lu Lingjiu a few times, and knew that this well-known artist in Wenhua City took great care of Zhong Fuchu. Unfortunately, the old man was widowed in his early years, and his younger generation lived abroad all year round. When he was seriously ill, only Zhong Fuchu was hired besides the nurse. Fuchu often takes care of him.

"The situation is not very good." Zhong Fuchu frowned. Lu Lingjiu was already in the late stage of lung cancer. Although he underwent surgery, it took a lot of damage to his body, and there was not much time left.

After Zhong Fuchu and Ye Lang said goodbye, they went straight to Zhou Yuan's ward, but saw him and Xu Xingzheng talking with a smile through the glass window on the door, with a sumptuous lunch in front of them.

He turned and left, gave the yogurt to the interns, and threw the rice into the trash can.

"I'm sorry for you these few days, and let you suffer here alone, what do you want brother to buy for you?" Xu Xing brought a large pack of condolence snacks and threw them on the bedside table.

"I want you to do me a favor." Zhou Yu'an took the opportunity to ask.

"Okay, just mention whatever you ask for."

"I found out on the Internet that there was a guqin concert at Zhenqintai a few days ago, but the tickets were sold out, so you can get me two VIP tickets." Zhou Yuan showed Xu Xing the concert information on his phone, he knew Xu Xing's way wide.

Xu Xing scanned Zhou Yu'an from head to toe with strange eyes, and said in a strange voice: "Zhou Yu'an, are you doing surgery to modify your soul? And you're playing such elegant music?"

Zhou Yu'an snorted: "It doesn't make sense with you country bumpkin, I'll watch it with my Zhong Ziqi."

Xu Xing didn't know who Zhong Ziqi was, but he knew a guy with the surname Zhong, so he crossed his arms and squinted and said, "You haven't given up on that doctor yet, have you? When I came today, I saw him with a beautiful woman." Qingqing me."

Zhou Yu'an looked at him suddenly: "Are you sure?"

Xu Xing let out a sigh of relief under the stare: "Oh, there is no love for me, but that beauty can't love that man at first sight, you have to believe my eyes of playing Hua Cong for many years, a man is so affectionately loved by a beauty Look at it, it's hard not to be tempted, unless it's curved."

Zhou Yu'an snorted and said, "So what, I'm also a handsome guy, and I can also be affectionate!"

Xu Xing was blind, waved his hand and said: "You can do whatever you want!"

In the afternoon Xu Xing left again, Zhou Yu'an's anger towards Zhong Fuchu in the morning had long since disappeared, and he started to move around again, wanting to ask Zhong Fuchu if he had time to watch the concert.

He quietly slipped out of the ward with the drainage bottle in hand. Before he got there, he heard a mess of noise. Someone said on the road, "Someone in the Thoracic Surgery Department is making trouble."

Zhou Yu'an shuddered, and trotted over quickly.

The hall outside the thoracic surgery office was crowded with people, wreaths were placed all over the floor, and white posters were pasted everywhere on the walls. Before Zhou Yuan could see clearly what was written, he was knocked down by the crowd behind him.

There were so many people in front of him that he couldn't see clearly what was going on. He only heard someone yelling to call the police, and someone shouting for death.

"The thoracic surgeon died, and the family members came over to make trouble!"

"I heard that Director Shao performed the operation. He died after being transferred from here. I don't know whose responsibility it is."

"Director Shao didn't let them turn around before, but they wanted to turn around, and the dead people came back to make trouble."

"They seem to have blocked a few doctors in there."

Zhou Yu'an listened to the conversation of the people next to him, alarm bells rang in his heart, where is Zhong Fuchu?Will it also be blocked in it?

He thought of the news about doctors who had been hacked to death that he had seen before, and he felt anxious for a moment, and tiptoed to look for Zhong Fuchu's figure.

Suddenly, a woman's shrill cry erupted from the crowd in front of her: "You killed my father, what are you paying for!" The hysteria made one's scalp tingle.

Then came the sound of several heavy objects falling to the ground, which sounded like sharp metal weapons. The crowd screamed several times, and some people chanted "Killed people, hacked people", and many people began to back away to avoid being hurt.

Only Zhou Yu'an was still rushing forward. He heard someone say: "A doctor was cut down and bled!" He pushed aside the crowd anxiously, and was squeezed here and there with the drainage bottle.

The ground was sprayed with a lot of red paint, the bloody footprints all over the place were shocking, and there were people burning paper money nearby, gray smoke rose into the air, and the good hospital became a mourning hall.

He finally ran to the front, and his heart almost jumped out when he saw it.

Zhong Fuchu was blocked in the innermost part, the white coat in front of him was dyed red, a lot of red liquid was splashed on his face, and blood was still dripping from his right hand.

The directors of the Thoracic Surgery Department, Shao Fengwen and Li Huiting, were guarded behind him, squatting on the ground with their heads in their arms, in a state of embarrassment.

A middle-aged woman at Zhong Fuchu's feet was holding on to his trousers desperately, tearing and yelling hoarsely at the same time, and several young men in sackcloth and filial piety were holding iron pipes in their hands, confronting him without moving forward, as if being forced His expression was calm, and he didn't dare to step forward to hit someone.

Zhou Yu'an was also frightened by Zhong Fuchu.

He stared at the troublemaker confronting him, his eyes were dark and gloomy, his originally stern brows were now full of hostility, blood dripped from the distinct knuckles of his right hand, and splashed on the ground .

In addition, he was covered in blood, and he looked as if he was about to kill someone in the next second.

Zhou Yu'an froze in place, he had never seen Zhong Fuchu like this before, it was too dangerous, he couldn't help being a little scared.

Suddenly, there was a young man swinging an iron pipe in front of him and ran towards Zhong Fuchu. Zhou Yu'an's heart constricted. After a moment, he turned around angrily, and saw that Zhou Yu'an, who was obstructing behind him, was weak and weak, so he kicked him to the ground.

The drainage bottle broke away from the tube with a bang, and rolled on the ground for a long time, leaving only the drainage tube still connected to his left chest. Zhou Yuan curled up on the ground like a lobster whose lines had been removed, and screamed loudly. Everyone couldn't help but take a step back.

His whole face was wrinkled in pain, his chest seemed to be torn apart, and he was crying out for pain with trembling lips, when he heard another scream from the ground next to him, it was from the young man who kicked him.

He curled up on the ground and looked at the young man, only to see that the man was also lying on his back in pain, his right wrist was slowly run over by a leather shoe, the iron pipe in his hand fell to the side with a clang, and another The leather shoes kicked away.

Then the pair of leather shoes stopped in front of his eyes, and in the next second a tall figure came down and picked him up from the ground.

"The doctor has killed! The doctor has killed!" The other rioters yelled loudly, blocking Zhong Fuchu from letting him go, and some people videotaped the whole process, as if they had grasped something shocking.

Zhou Yu'an grabbed Zhong Fuchu's collar, his teeth chattered from pain, and said, "Doctor Zhong, if I die, please remember that there is a man named Zhou Yu'an..."

"Shut up." Zhong Fuchu interrupted in a cold voice, and walked out with him in his arms.

Someone rushed up and held up an iron pipe to stop him, but they were stern and stern, cursing: "Doctor Dog! You! You haven't given an explanation yet!"

"roll."

When Zhou Yu'an heard Zhong Fuchu utter this word, his voice was low and sharp, but it contained a full signal of danger.The troublemaker on the opposite side stared wide-eyed, but he didn't dare to come up for a while.

The security guards of the hospital finally rushed up and controlled all the troublemakers. The doctors who had been hiding aside all the time went to help the terrified Shao Fengwen.

Li Huiting's hair was messy, and she still didn't forget to worry about her teacher. She looked at Zhong Fuchu's back and hurriedly shouted: "Doctor Zhong, your hand..."

But saw Zhong Fuchu holding Zhou Yu'an and leaving without looking back.

Hearing the shout, Zhou Yu'an whispered: "Doctor Zhong, are you okay?" He grinned in pain, resting his head on Zhong Fuchu's shoulder, he could only see his clean jaw.

Zhong Fuchu didn't speak, Zhou Yu'an always felt that Zhong Fuchu seemed to have some emotions brewing, and he was about to rush like a storm, which made him feel a little fear besides the pain.

He was carried all the way to the ward by Zhong Fuchu, and then he was thrown heavily on the bed. Zhou Yuan couldn't help but groaned. He looked at Zhong Fuchu aggrievedly, and complained: "You hurt me!"

But Zhong Fuchu suddenly leaned over and grabbed his collar, lifting him up like a chicken.His face was full of gloomy, and the anger between the sharp eyebrows was full, and he said coldly: "Aren't you very good at being a hero? How dare you still be afraid of pain?"

Zhou Yu'an was stunned by the fierceness, he was pulled up by the collar, looked at Zhong Fuchu with blank and innocent eyes, and hiccupped inadvertently.

Zhong Fuchu loosened his collar in an instant, and Zhou Yuan fell back on the bed. He saw Zhong Fuchu's bloody right hand tightly clenched the railing of the bed. The person in charge immediately came over to get the tube, every word was wrapped in a layer of anger.

Zhou Yu'an knew that he was angry, angry like never before, he was too timid to speak for a while, he endured it for a long time, and then said in a very small voice:

"Should I pick it up now? Then I'm going to be discharged from the hospital early?"

Zhong Fuchu looked at him when he heard the words, and the sneer in his eyes was even worse, "I think you want to leave today."

Zhou Yu'an shook his head like a rattle, "No! I don't want to be discharged from the hospital, I want to stay with you for a few more days!"

Zhong Fuchu froze, then turned his head, as if controlling his emotions.Zhou Yu'an thought he wasn't angry anymore, but he blamed him in a deep voice, every word was aggressive:

"So many people didn't show up, what are you doing? Are you taller or stronger than others?!"

Height is a pain for Zhou Yu'an, he retorted softly: "I'm not short either, only 180 cm away from 3.8!"

Zhong Fuchu ignored him, and directly lifted his shirt. As expected, there was already blood on the left chest tube, and his face became more gloomy, as if he wanted to continue to teach him a lesson.

Zhou Yu'an shrank his shoulders, pulled Zhong Fuchu's clothes, lowered his eyelashes and said in a low voice: "I saw someone was going to beat you, so I rushed up... Doctor Zhong, I know I was wrong, don't be fierce I'm done, okay?"

He looked up, his eyes were moist and clear, the eyelashes still had teardrops from the pain just now, his voice was soft and soft, like the down on a swan's neck.

Zhong Fuchu clenched his right hand tightly, his nails were carved into the flesh, mixed with blood.He tilted his head, his voice was a little dry and hoarse, and he couldn't speak for a while.

Zhou Yu'an quietly looked at him, but he could only see his side face, and his Adam's apple that heaved heavily.He suddenly panicked and was upset when he heard Zhong Fuchu say:

"I'm a doctor, and I've been prepared to face this situation at any time. You just finished the operation. Who gave you the courage to deal with them? Have you ever thought about the consequences?"

Zhong Fuchu's voice was hoarse and hoarse, not as sharp as before, but mixed with subtle waves.He looked at Zhou Yu'an, and in his eyes was an ailment that he hadn't even noticed.

Faced with the censure of the patient's family members, the doctor can only fight back. Once he fights back, he will be made a big fuss.The moral balance held them high, and they had to suffer in silence.

During the riot just now, it's not that no one wanted to help them, but the scene was chaotic, and everyone was afraid that Chi Yu would be harmed, and everyone was cautious and blameless.

Only this person, inexplicable, makes people feel at a loss.

Seeing that his tone softened, Zhou Yu'an came out courageous again, puffed his face and filled with righteous indignation: "What's wrong with the doctor? The doctor will be beaten passively? Can the patient watch his doctor being beaten indifferently? And it's not your responsibility, it's them making trouble for no reason. , and even hurt people, if it were me, I would beat him back hard!"

He raised his head to fight the injustice, and spoke clearly and logically, without thinking about whether he could win or not, and he didn't notice that the anger in Zhong Fuchu's brows gradually dissipated, and his eyes softened slightly.

After Zhou Yu'an finished speaking, he glanced at Zhong Fuchu's white coat that was stained red with paint, looked away and whispered: "Can you take off your clothes, I feel a little dizzy."

Zhong Fuchu took off the coat that was sprayed with red paint, revealing the black shirt inside, and Zhou Yu'an quickly glanced at it.

The pain was not as bad as before, and he became more courageous, so he sat up and grabbed Zhong Fuchu's left hand, pulling it towards him. Zhong Fuchu didn't break free, but bent down to look at him obediently.

Zhou Yu'an looked into his eyes, he had never seen the emotion there before, like a bottomless pool of water, he was startled, turned his eyes away, and said softly:

"The red paint on your face also makes me terrified, like blood." He pulled a few tissues and wiped Zhong Fuchu's face carefully, breathing lightly on his face.

Such a pretty face should be clean.

"Oh, it seems that it can't be wiped off, just wait, I'll wash it for you with my facial cleanser." Zhou Yu'an wanted to get out of bed to get facial cleanser, but Zhong Fuchu held his hand tightly.

He looked at Zhong Fuchu suspiciously, but saw that Zhong Fuchu suddenly lowered his head and buried his face in his palm, motionless.

Fortunately, it was just a false alarm, but I still have lingering fears.

He squeezed Zhou Yu'an's hand tightly, and said in a deep voice:

"You are not allowed to show off your abilities in the future, do you understand?"

"Know it!"

Zhou Yu'an sat obediently and didn't move, but his palms were hot, and his arms burned to his face.