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After Ye Lang heard that something happened in the thoracic surgery department, she hurried over.The scene was pretty much cleaned up, the rioters went somewhere, and the security guards guarded the thoracic surgery office in full battle.

"Where's Fuchu?" He asked Li Huiting who was busy.

"He seems to be going to bed 42, and he just informed us to get the tube for the patient." After Li Huiting finished speaking, she hurriedly contacted other doctors in the department to make preparations.

Ye Lang was stunned for a moment, what should I do at this time?He heard that Zhong Fuchu was injured.

He turned around and walked towards the ward with bed 42, just about to open the door and enter, but he saw something through the glass window and was stunned.

In the ward, Zhong Fuchu lowered his head and buried his face in the hands of the person on the bed.

It was as if he had put his whole heart in that palm.

Li Huiting and another male doctor named Zhao Xian from the Department of Thoracic Surgery came to Zhou Yu'an's ward in a hurry, with the nurse pushing the mobile operating trolley behind.

When she came in, she saw Zhong Fuchu sitting beside the hospital bed, looking down at Zhou Yu'an talking, the right hand behind him was bloodstained, but the smile on his face was light and peaceful, it made her a little bit astonished for a moment, she almost thought she was wrong .

When Zhong Fu saw them coming, he stood up and said, "I have an injury on my hand and I can't do it, so I'm sorry to bother you."

Zhao Xian is in his early forties, and is the deputy director of the Thoracic Surgery Department. He escaped the medical trouble by going out on something before, and said with a smile, "It's not troublesome, but your hands need to be dealt with quickly."

Zhou Yu'an looked at Zhong Fuchu's right hand, the blood was shocking, and hurriedly said: "You should bandage your hand first, I'm not in a hurry."

Zhong Fuchu took out the potion and gauze for his right hand for simple treatment, and urged Zhao Xian, "Get the tube for him first."

Zhao Xian agreed, and came over to lift Zhou Yu'an's shirt to take off the old bandage, and said with a smile, "I heard that you came forward to rescue the thoracic surgery department just now?"

No matter how thick-skinned Zhou Yu'an was, he couldn't afford to wear such a high hat, and repeatedly denied it: "No, no, Dr. Zhong is the one!"

At that time, he didn't hold back the troublemaker, and he was kicked upside down. Thinking about it now, it's really embarrassing.

Li Huiting said with lingering fears: "Director Shao and I were hiding behind Dr. Zhong. I was scared to death. Those people were completely crazy. They beat anyone in white clothes. If Dr. Zhong was not blocking the front, I guess it was There is no escape."

Zhou Yu'an looked at Zhong Fuchu, but he was silently staring at Zhao Xian's movements, his expression focused.

Zhao Xian took off all the gauze bandages and said, "It hurts a bit, bear with it."

Zhou Yu'an hurriedly closed his eyes, this time he must be brave and never bark again.

He said so in his heart, but when Zhao Xian pulled out the drainage tube that had been with him for many days from between his ribs, he still burst into tears from the corners of his eyes in pain, his feet curled up like spasms, his hands clenched into fists, and he endured the pain. He couldn't help letting out a few rapid groans.

It hurts so much, the gums he bites are sour, the palms are so painful that the nails are carved, and cold sweat keeps breaking out on his forehead.

At this moment, a hand suddenly held his right hand, and broke away the fingers that were tormenting his palm, wrapping it up unquestionably, with such strength that it made people feel at ease.

He opened his blurred eyes, and saw Zhong Fuchu looking down at him, the heat and strength in his palms were continuously coming from his hands.

"Call out when it hurts." Zhong Fuchu said to him.

Zhou Yu'an closed his eyes again, feeling the hand he held with Zhong Fuchu, as if the pain had miraculously disappeared from there.

He didn't cry out in pain, as if he had been injected with painkillers.

After Zhao Xian took off the drainage tube and finished everything, he finally breathed a sigh of relief. Just now, Zhong Fuchu's eyes shot at him twice, which made him more nervous than the first time he was on the operating table.

He said to Zhou Yu'an: "I will be discharged after one more day of observation in the hospital, and the stitches will be removed in a few days."

"Just observe for one day?" Zhou Yu'an blurted out.

Zhao Xian couldn't help laughing: "Don't you want to stay for a few more days?"

Zhou Yu'an looked at Zhong Fuchu, he had already let go of his hand, and the remaining warmth in his palm was gradually dissipating, so he said reluctantly: "The food here is good, the environment is also good, and it's quite comfortable to live in."

Li Huiting packed up the utensils and asked Zhong Fuchu: "Dr. Ye left? He just asked me where you are."

Zhong Fuchu frowned, "He didn't come."

Li Huiting was stunned for a while: "I saw him coming this way, maybe he left because of a temporary business."

Zhao Xian and Li Huiting left the ward quickly, Zhong Fuchu still stayed there, his eyes glanced at Zhou Yuan's loose jacket, and reminded: "Button your clothes yourself."

Zhou Yu'an looked down and saw that his jacket was open, and his ears were a little hot, so he hurriedly buttoned the buttons one by one.

"I'm leaving first. If you have any questions, just...call." Zhong Fuchu originally wanted to say ring the call bell, but after a pause, he changed to calling.

He was about to leave, but Zhou Yu'an grabbed the hem of his clothes.

"What else is there?" He stopped immediately, turned around and asked.

Zhou Yu'an got out of bed, walked around in front of Zhong Fuchu, put his hands on Zhong Fuchu's shoulders on tiptoe, tried to make himself look at him at the same level, stared at the paint on his face and said: "I haven't washed your face yet. "

Zhong Fuchu looked at Zhou Yu'an's approaching face suddenly, and took half a step back, but his leg bumped into the hospital bed, there was no way to retreat, he turned his head slightly, and said, "No need."

Zhou Yu'an stretched out his fingers and pointed at the red paint on Fuchu's face, opened his eyes wide and said, "It's really scary, it's not good for others to see."

"And it's definitely harmful to the human body." After he finished speaking, he leaned closer to Zhong Fuchu's profile, sniffed it, and gently rubbed the tip of his nose against his cheek. The pungent smell of paint made him wrinkle his face.

Standing on tiptoe, his center of gravity was a little unstable, and he was about to fall forward when Zhong Fuchu's left hand suddenly wrapped around his waist.

Zhou Yu'an looked at Zhong Fuchu in surprise, and before he could see his expression clearly, Zhong Fuchu stopped him and hugged him, and then he was lifted up and placed on the ground beside him, being gently handled like a feather.

He was stunned for a while, seeing Zhong Fuchu turned his face sideways and said: "Then hurry up."

Zhou Yu'an belatedly replied "Okay", turned around and ran to the bathroom to get things.

Zhong Fuchu sat down on the hospital bed, reached out and unbuttoned the top button of his shirt

Zhou Yu'an stood beside Zhong Fuchu, bent over and gently wiped Zhong Fuchu's face with a wet towel, squeezed a lot of facial cleanser on his hands, rubbed it together, and the foam immediately rose.

He thought it was a little amusing, and he piled a large ball of white foam on Zhong Fuchu's slightly upturned face, especially on the straight bridge of his nose, he used the foam to build a mountain peak, and he named it "Qomolangma".

He couldn't help pinching the "Mount Everest" on Zhong Fuchu's face, but Zhong Fuchu's arm was suddenly held by Zhong Fuchu. Zhong Fuchu opened his eyes and looked at him. There was no anger in his eyes, and there was even a little bit of anger in his eyes Indulging, but the strength in the hands is not small.

"I was wrong." Zhou Yu'an apologized timidly, and quickly cleaned the foam on Zhong Fuchu's face with clean water. Most of the original red paint had been washed off, leaving only a little residual mark.

"It's finished, Doctor Zhong, do you want to repay me?" Zhou Yu'an asked with a smile.

Zhong Fuchu looked at him in astonishment, he didn't expect Zhou Yu'an to have a "purpose".

"What do you want?" he asked.

"There will be a guqin concert at Zhenqin Terrace on Sunday night. I have two tickets. Can we go together?" Zhou Yu'an's face was calm, but his heart was uneasy. He didn't know if Xu Xing got the tickets, but he was afraid of inviting him later There is no chance.

Zhong Fuchu was stunned for a moment, and after some hesitation, he replied: "Okay."

Zhou Yu'an smiled instantly, his eyes were like fireworks.

The rioters have been cleared out of the hospital by the police, and several violent wounders were also taken to the police station, but I heard that there are still a few family members who made trouble at the entrance of the hospital and did not leave.

When Zhong Fuchu returned to the thoracic surgery office, several policemen were there to understand the situation.

Shao Fengwen's glasses were crushed in the chaos, and at this moment he waved to Zhong Fuchu with empty eyes: "Xiao Zhong, you came just in time, the comrades in the police told us to take notes, and you will go with me later. "

Zhong Fuchu nodded, and Li Huiting hurriedly said, "Doctor Zhong's right hand may need some stitches, and it will take a while."

Shao Fengwen looked over, only to find that there was a 5cm scab on Zhong Fuchu's right hand. He was frightened for a while, and hurriedly invited Zhong Fuchu to his seat.

"Let Xiao Guo deal with him quickly, our surgeons can't have any problems with their hands."

The object of the medical disturbance today was Shao Fengwen, the attending doctor of the deceased, who was very sorry for Zhong Fuchu's injury.When the incident happened suddenly, a group of family members came out to find him desperately. If it hadn't been for Zhong Fuchu standing in front of him, he, an old man, would have been injured today.

Everyone was in a hurry. Zhong Fuchu told the police about the situation while being treated with his right hand. A policeman asked: "I heard that a patient came forward to try to stop the family? If necessary, we may also need him to go to the police station." Make a note."

Zhong Fuchu immediately said: "This matter has nothing to do with him, he just finished the operation, he is not suitable to go out."

His tone was firm, with a clear intention of refusal. The policeman was stunned for a moment, nodded and said, "Well, I won't go looking for him."

After Zhong Fuchu left, Zhou Yu'an hurriedly called Xu Xing to urge the ticket.

"I found a relative from the Cultural Bureau in the city and got two tickets for the first row. I said, how can I thank my brother?" Xu Xing walked towards the gate of Hannan Hospital with a cigarette in his hand.

"Wow, Xu Xing, you're so good! What do you want? I can give you anything except a promise with your body."

"Hey, who wants you to promise yourself with your body." Xu Xing snorted, looked up and found a police car parked in front of the hospital, a group of people in sackcloth and filial piety were lying or sitting or throwing up on the ground, and a bunch of reporters were taking pictures with cameras, Hospital security was preventing them from entering, and it was very loud.

"I was away all afternoon. What big news happened in your hospital? Why did the police and reporters come here?" Xu Xing asked.

"Reporter? It's not because of the medical trouble in the afternoon, why is it not over yet..."

"Medical trouble?" Xu Xing didn't notice the guilty conscience in Zhou Yu'an's voice, he saw a familiar person struggling in the crowd.

"I'll come up later, hang up first." Xu Xing hung up the phone and walked towards the door.

A few flower wreaths were scattered at the entrance of the hospital, and the soot from burning paper choked people. Someone put up a black and white banner on the ground. Xu Xing looked down, and it read, "Doctor Shao Fengwen, the unethical doctor, returned my father's life." A middle-aged woman sat on the ground and patted the ground. Crying bitterly, howling so heart-piercingly, made people's temples throb.

Ye Lang was about to go out in a white coat, but was hugged tightly by the middle-aged woman, crying and begging for his life.

The police came to mediate, but the woman was very humane and refused to give in, and the police were not good at violently dragging her away.

Ye Lang frowned slightly, bent down and whispered to persuade the woman to let go, without any momentum.

Xu Xing couldn't stand it anymore, he went up and pushed the woman away, his rough actions made the policemen on the side stunned.

The woman had no choice but to let go of her hands and fell to the ground. Just as she was about to open her mouth to spray someone, she saw a tall man with tattoos on his arms squatting down. His rough eyebrows were lowered. A finger tapped her through the void, and the voice was very irritable:

"Keep your eyes open and see clearly, this Doctor Ye is not the one you are looking for."

The woman was obviously frightened, she didn't know where such a difficult person appeared, so she took a step back and went to the side crying.

Ye Lang's legs were finally free. He looked at Xu Xing in surprise, and the latter stood up and gave him a wicked smile: "Doctor Ye, we meet again."

The two walked under a tree outside the hospital. Ye Lang thanked him and asked a little embarrassedly, "Have we met before? Sorry, I'm quite forgetful."

Xu Xing stubbed out the cigarette and threw it into the trash can. There was no such threatening violence between his brows. He waved his hand and said, "It's okay. I'm just an ordinary patient. It's normal if Dr. Ye doesn't remember." He paused and laughed again road:

"I forgot to introduce myself, my name is Xu Xing, why not whistling and walking slowly Xu Xing." This is the allusion used by his grandfather when he named it, and he occasionally used it to pretend to have ink.

Ye Lang tilted her head and thought for a while, but still couldn't remember.

Xu Xing didn't expect him to remember, and kindly reminded: "Doctor Ye, you have to remember to take off your white coat when you go back later, or you will be attacked indiscriminately by those troublemakers."

Ye Lang was stunned, and said: "I came out in a hurry because I asked a friend to deliver the tickets for me, and I didn't expect them to stop me." He looked around for a while, but he didn't see the person he had made an appointment with.

Xu Xing asked: "What ticket? If you don't get it, I can ask for it for you." He didn't mind harassing the relatives of the Cultural Bureau again.

Ye Lang only thought he was being polite, and smiled: "Thank you, it's just a guqin concert, it's quite small, so I won't bother you."

Xu Xing was stunned for a while, took out two tickets in his pocket, and asked in surprise, "Is it this Guqin concert?"

Why are both of them trying to cultivate their sentiments recently?He simply wondered if he had missed some current trend.

Ye Lang opened his eyes slightly when he saw the ticket, "That's it, where did you get it? It's still a VIP seat." His friend also only got ordinary seats.

Just as Xu Xing was about to say something, he saw a young man coming over and patting Ye Lang on the shoulder: "Brother Ye, here are the tickets, as you said, the two tickets are next to each other, but they are both on the second floor. Not too good, I'm really sorry."

Ye Lang took the ticket and thanked him, talked to the friend for a while, and watched him leave.

Xu Xing stood aside and did not leave. At this moment, he shook the ticket in his hand and smiled at him: "How about it, can I get you two tickets for the first row?"

This was too much temptation for Ye Lang, he hesitated for a while, then smiled politely: "Then how can I thank you? It's hard to get this ticket, right?"

Xu Xing said generously: "You help me see a doctor, I'll get you two tickets for you, even if it's even, or you can treat me to a meal."

Ye Langxin said that you paid for the doctor's visit, but thanked him and agreed, and decided to find an opportunity to pay him for the ticket in the future.

The two added WeChat friends before saying goodbye and leaving.