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The incident at the hospital the next day was suppressed, many news and videos were deleted overnight, and the family members who made the incident did not come to the hospital again. Some people rumored that the old director took action.

Zhong Fuchu's right hand was injured, Shao Fengwen asked him for three days' leave, but he went out early in the morning, after parking the car, he went to a dessert shop near the hospital, bought a small box of cakes, and went to I bought a carton of milk from the fresh milk shop next to me.

"Oh, Dr. Zhong actually eats such sweet things, do you still want to give them away?" Zhao Xian glanced at the box in Zhong Fuchu's hand, and smiled smugly.

"This is a new product from the store down there, Doctor Zhong, can I exchange my Sixi steamed stuffed bun with you?" Li Huiting also joined in. She likes these sweets the most.

Zhong Fuchu put the cake box farther away, and said calmly, "What about your last review?"

Li Huiting's smile froze, and she was about to slip away with the buns when Zhong Fuchu called out: "Go and take these to bed number 42."

"Oh okay." Li Huiting thought to herself why didn't you deliver it yourself, but she still picked up the cake and milk.

As soon as she stepped out of the office, she bumped into Zhou Yu'an head-on.

"There's no need to deliver, the Lord is here." Li Huiting stuffed the cake and milk into Zhou Yu'an's hands, and said with a smile, "This is from Doctor Zhong."

Zhou Yu'an took it over in a daze, looked at Zhong Fuchu, but saw him say: "Desserts are on sale, so I bought them by the way."

Li Huiting leaned into Zhou Yu'an's ear, and said softly, "That store is extremely expensive, and it never offers discounts."

"Review." Zhong Fuchu said abruptly inside.

Li Huiting shrank her neck and walked away, Zhou Yu'an's mouth almost curled up to the sky, walked up to Zhong Fuchu and said, "I feel like I owe Dr. Zhong a lot of money. I will treat you to dinner and come back, okay?"

Zhao Xian stood up and went to the inpatient department, and said with a smile: "Every time our department has a dinner party, Dr. Zhong doesn't go, it's harder than going to heaven to invite him to dinner."

Zhong Fuchu tapped on the table with a pen, glanced at Zhao Xian, Zhao Xian quickly put away his smile and left.

Zhou Yu'an didn't notice this, he sat down on the chair next to Zhong Fuchu, opened the cake box, inside was a piece of very delicate matcha cake, it had a very light fragrance, and it didn't smell greasy at all.

He picked up a fork and forked a piece, ate it in one mouthful, narrowed his eyes, and let out a very comfortable hum.

Zhong Fu felt relieved when he first saw that he liked to eat. He felt unwell when he stepped into the dessert shop in the morning, especially those shop assistants who looked at him strangely.

"Does Dr. Zhong eat?" Zhou Yu'an forked another piece and handed it to Zhong Fuchu, "It's delicious."

Zhong Fuchu leaned back, stood up and said, "No, I'm going to the clinic."

"I'm going too!" Zhou Yu'an hurriedly stuffed the piece of cake into his mouth, and started eating the rest desperately.

Seeing him devouring so much for the first time, Zhong Fu sighed slightly in his heart, sat down and said, "Eat slowly."

After Zhou Yu'an finished making the cake, he choked up and said, "Let's go to the clinic."

Zhong Fuchu glanced at the cream on the corner of his mouth, endured it, and took out a piece of paper and handed it to Zhou Yu'an.

Holding the milk in one hand and the fork in the other, Zhou Yuan licked the corners of his mouth, rolled a little bit of butter into his mouth with the tip of his tongue, then buried his whole face in Zhong Fuchu's palm, and wiped all the cream on the corners of his mouth.

"Okay."

Zhong Fuchu glanced at the paper towel, crumpled it into a ball and threw it into the trash can.

There were a lot of people seeing a doctor in the morning, so Zhou Yuan grabbed the last seat in the first row in the waiting area, just in time to see Zhong Fuchu in the door.

He kept watching, and he didn't feel bored, but the more he watched, the more he felt that it was not easy for a doctor. He faced all kinds of patients every day, and he might be scolded and beaten at any time.Zhong Fuchu was originally a man of few words, but he had to keep talking to the patients. For some elderly people whose ears were hard to hear, he would repeat them over and over again.

He was worried that Zhong Fuchu would not be able to use his right hand, but he found that he could write with his left hand, and it seemed smooth.

Sitting next to Zhou Yu'an was a father and son who came to see a doctor. The son was in his thirties. He looked at Zhong Fuchu who was sitting in the clinic, and said suspiciously: "This doctor is too young, he must not have much experience, who knows if he can see him?" I'm seriously ill. Dad, why don't we register as a director again?"

Zhou Yu'an was startled when he heard it, turned his head and hummed: "What's wrong with being young? Don't you allow people with high IQs? My illness was cured by Dr. Zhong, and there is no problem at all."

The man didn't expect that there was a doctor who was an idiot fan: "Hey, you are cured, so why come to see a doctor?"

"Who said I went to see a doctor? I'm waiting for my future partner!"

At this moment, the nurse called for the next one, and that person glared at Zhou Yuan, and helped his father to walk over.

After a while, another pair of mother and daughter sat next to her. The mother in her 50s looked at Zhong Fuchu with her head, and said to her daughter: "The young doctor is very good. You can take the initiative later, and ask for a phone number or WeChat." something."

"Mom, can you not get excited when you see a man? The beautiful female nurses in the hospital are lined up, can they see me." The daughter complained in a low voice.

"He's married, the doctor you mentioned." Zhou Yu'an, who was sitting by the side, crossed his legs and said with arms folded.

The mother and daughter gave him a strange look, then turned around and ignored him.

Zhou Yuan thought that Zhong Fuchu was really a scourge, even if he caught up with him in the future, he would have to be in a fighting state all the time.

After a while, a nurse came out and said to Zhou Yu'an: "Doctor Zhong asked me to tell you that the air conditioner here is low, so it's better to go back to the ward."

Zhou Yu'an's eyes lit up, and he leaned over to look at Zhong Fuchu who was sitting in the door, and Zhong Fuchu was also looking at him.

He waved at Zhong Fuchu, but Zhong Fuchu turned away and went to see the patient.

Not long after, he received a text message from Zhong Fuchu, with only two words: go back.

Zhou Yu'an glanced at Zhong Fuchu who was still talking to the patient, and replied in the text message: No.

After that, Zhong Fuchu didn't reply to the text message, and he didn't look outside again.

Zhou Yu'an leaned on the back of the chair, took a screenshot of Zhong Fuchu's text message, and clicked a heart in the album to save it.

After playing games for a while, he was so sleepy that he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

"I have a niece who is in good condition. She is 27 years old and works as a teacher in an experimental elementary school...I heard that you are married? Do you have any brothers in the family?" The aunt looked at the blushing face Daughter, ask the doctor sitting across from you.

"Doctor Zhong isn't married yet, who did you hear that from?" The nurse came in just in time to hear it. She was used to this scene and couldn't help laughing.

The aunt pointed to the door excitedly: "A young man outside said it. Fortunately, I believed it. It was a lie! Dr. Zhong, my niece and daughter are all good-looking..."

Zhong Fuchu looked at Zhou Yuan who was sleeping on the bench outside the door, tapped the table with his fingers, and interrupted: "You go for a CT first."

"Oh...Okay, then I'll talk to you later when I get back." The aunt was helped out by her daughter with her face bare.

"I'm going to call the next patient in." The little nurse hurriedly wanted to go out, but was stopped by Zhong Fuchu: "Wait, I'll go out for a while."

Zhong Fuchu took out a white coat from the cabinet and walked up to Zhou Yu'an. He didn't know what he had dreamed of and was smiling with his head tilted. Zhou Yu'an grabbed his arm.

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Zhong Fuchu struggled lightly, but Zhou Yuan didn't let go, his hand was not weak, he couldn't help wondering if Zhou Yuan was pretending to sleep.

"Zhou Yu'an." Zhong Fuchu's voice was very low, he had to go back to the outpatient clinic, so he didn't have time to mess around with him here.

But Zhou Yu'an ignored him, still holding tightly in his hands, Zhong Fuchu had no choice but to slowly open it finger by finger under the strange eyes of others, and then covered the clothes again.

Zhou Yu'an dreamed that the director of Hannan Hospital issued him a VIP inpatient card, promising that he could live in the hospital for the rest of his life and see Zhong Fuchu every day.

Zhong Fuchu had already finished the outpatient clinic. He walked to Zhou Yu'an's side and saw that the man was tilting his head up and giggling. He yelled several times but didn't wake him up. He just sat down beside him and turned to look at Zhou Yu'an, fascinated .

Zhou Yuan was woken up by the ringing of the phone. He opened his eyes and found that he was covered with a white coat, and Zhong Fuchu who was standing next to him was answering the phone, and looked down at him while talking.

"I'll come to the cafeteria later, you eat first."

Zhong Fuchu hung up the phone, looked at Zhou Yuan who was still out of state, and asked, "Can I go?"

Zhou Yu'an nodded ignorantly, picked up the white coat on his body, stood up in a daze, and asked, "Is this yours?"

Zhong Fuchu said: "I haven't worn the old ones much."

Zhou Yuan's sleepiness was swept away, and he asked excitedly: "Then can I wear it?"

Zhong Fuchu didn't know what was going on in this man's head every day, but seeing his expectant look, he finally nodded in agreement.

Zhou Yu'an immediately put on the white uniform, the clothes were too big for him, the sleeves grew a lot, and his hands were tucked into the sleeves, plus he looked small, like an intern who hadn't graduated yet.

He turned around in a circle, regretting that he didn't study medicine at the beginning, and he had to say that uniforms make people more attractive, and he especially liked Zhong Fuchu who saw through the white coat.

When Zhong Fu first saw him, he looked around like a schoolboy in new clothes showing off, and urged in a low voice: "Let's go."

Zhou Yu'an followed him and walked towards the cafeteria. On the way, he tugged on Zhong Fuchu's sleeve and said in a serious manner:

"Doctor Zhong, I'm going to make a ward round today. The patient in bed 42 asked me to bring you a word."

Zhong Fuchu walked in front slowly with his pockets in his pocket, and asked casually, "What did he say?"

Zhou Yu'an looked up at Zhong Fuchu, coughed lightly, and said seriously: "Bed No. 42 said that he likes Dr. Zhong very much, and may come to disturb your work frequently in the future. I hope you don't mind."

Zhong Fuchu stopped, but didn't turn his head to look at him. He paused for a while before saying, "I don't mind if you tell him." There was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

Then he walked forward again, Zhou Yu'an looked at his back, and rolled his eyes with a smile.

"I will definitely pass it on to him!"

Ye Lang saw Zhong Fuchu at a glance in the cafeteria, and then saw the person next to him who was also wearing a white coat, talking to Zhong Fuchu with his head raised.

Zhong Fuchu saw Ye Lang and walked over with Zhou Yu'an.

"Hello, I'm Zhou Yu'an, and I'm Dr. Zhong's patient. Are you Dr. Ye Lang?" Zhou Yu'an greeted with a familiar smile. "Childhood sweetheart" is also very curious.

Ye Lang glanced at his ill-fitting uniform, and said, "I'm Ye Lang, a friend of Fuchu's."

Zhou Yuan felt sour in his heart. There was a huge difference between a patient and a friend. He turned to Zhong Fuchu and said, "Doctor Zhong, can I also call you by your name directly?"

Zhong Fuchu's expression was indifferent, but his tone was casual: "It's up to you."

"Fuchu! Fuchu! Fuchu!" Zhou Yu'an yelled at Zhong Fuchu a few times, and thought it was quite enjoyable, but suddenly Zhong Fuchu grabbed his shoulders and carried him into his arms.

There was an old man walking tremblingly with a dinner plate behind him, a lot of soup was spilled from the soup bowl, almost splashed on Zhou Yu'an, the old man said sorry.

Zhou Yu'an said it was okay, and brought the plate for the old man, and sent it to the old man to sit down at the table.

Ye Lang glanced at Zhou Yu'an, and said to Zhong Fuchu: "Do you think he looks a bit like Zhong Yuan?"

The two dimples, demeanor, and demeanor are very similar to that Zhong Yuan who always has crooked eyebrows and chirping.

Zhong Fuchu frowned, and said, "It's not like that at all."

Ye Lang wanted to say something, but Zhou Yu'an came over, with bright light in his eyes, pointing to a window and said excitedly to Zhong Fuchu: "I saw spicy crayfish! I want to eat this."

In the past few days, Zhong Fuchu has been fed only green vegetables and rice porridge, and his mouth has long been tasteless.

"No, you can't eat it yet." Zhong Fuchu took out the meal card and walked to another meal window.

"Come on, brother Fuchu, I'll just eat a little bit."

Zhou Yu'an begged to no avail, so he followed Zhong Fuchu to make an assault, and suddenly reached out to snatch the meal card in his hand, but Zhong Fuchu held it a little higher as if he had eyes behind his back, so Zhou Yu'an tiptoed I couldn't reach it with my feet, so I had to say with a bitter face: "Then I won't eat."

Only then did Zhong Fuchu pass the meal card to Zhou Yu'an, seeing him listless like a puppy whose bone had been robbed, he raised his left hand and rubbed his head naturally.

Ye Lang looked at them, but didn't follow, and went to another window.

The three of them sat down in the cafeteria, and Ye Lang said to Zhong Fuchu: "Fuchu, did you call grandpa yesterday? If he sees the news, he will definitely be worried about you."

"I called him and briefly told him about the situation."

"Grandpa often told us to be careful in the hospital before, but now some things can be prevented without being careful."

Listening to their conversation, Zhou Yu'an felt like an outsider. Could it be that these two, like Calabash Baby, have a common grandfather?Or is it that the relationship between the two is so good that grandpa doesn't know each other?

But grandpa is the same as father, how can he bark casually!

He quietly looked at Ye Lang. This man was handsome and handsome, just a little bit worse than him. When he talked to Zhong Fuchu, his eyebrows and eyes were gentle, and Zhong Fuchu's attitude was not cold at all. He can be said to be one day and one place.

Zhong Fuchu was about to continue talking to Ye Lang, but seeing Zhou Yu'an staring at Ye Lang in a daze, he frowned and said coldly, "Eat well."

You're so fierce, I didn't see you didn't eat well.

Zhou Yu'an lowered his head and used chopsticks to pick up a piece of green vegetable leaf on the plate, his mouth was bitter and his heart was also bitter.

Who doesn't have a childhood sweetheart anymore.

Zhou Yu'an quietly sent a text message to Xu Xing: Your bamboo horse is very unhappy.

Xu Qingmei was very face-saving, so she immediately called and asked:

"Lolo, who bullied you?"

"Brother Xing, didn't mom tell you not to worry about me too much, I'm fine in the hospital by myself."

There was an eerie silence for three seconds, "Zhou Yu'an, if you are kidnapped, just say the password."

"Grandma asked us to go back to her place to play next month. Remember to call grandma, she misses you."

Xu Xing cursed and hung up the phone quickly. Zhou Yuan looked at Zhong Fuchu, but saw that Zhong Fuchu didn't respond at all, and lowered his head angrily torturing the eggplant on the plate.

Ye Lang, on the other hand, still asked softly, "Are you leaving the hospital tomorrow?"

"Yes, yes, because on Saturday the day after tomorrow, Dr. Zhong and I made an appointment to go to a concert." Zhou Yu'an said words that had no causal relationship, and then turned to ask Zhong Fuchu:

"Doctor Zhong, what time do you get off work the night after tomorrow? Let's make an appointment to meet at Aude Mall on Liyuan Road. The restaurant I ordered is there."

"You can leave at five o'clock." Zhong Fuchu didn't have to go to work these few days.

"Then let's meet there at six o'clock!"

Ye Lang stopped his chopsticks and asked, "Where are you going the day after tomorrow?" He was just about to talk to Zhong Fuchu about the concert.

Zhou Yu'an felt that he had won the game, and said happily: "A guqin concert, at the pillow platform."

Ye Lang's complexion suddenly changed, he buried his head to eat, but the two of them didn't notice.