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Xu Xing just got goosebumps from Zhou Yuan's phone call, and soon received Ye Lang's WeChat.

"I can't go due to something, so I don't need to help you buy tickets, thank you."

Xu Xing fucked again, and asked:

"Is it because of working overtime?"

"Yes, sorry."

"Why are you sorry to me? It's okay. I'll give you the ticket. It's not too late to go tomorrow if you're free."

The other party didn't speak any more, Xu Xing felt a little uncomfortable, he actually took an extra one from the back row, and wanted to follow him tomorrow night to have a look.

"Just be the supervisor Zhou Yu'an, lest he flood the theater with a tsunami." He said to himself.

The next day, Zhou Yuan was discharged from the hospital on Friday. He took off his hospital gown and put on his original set of clothes. Finally, he felt handsome again, and hurried to the thoracic surgery office.

"Hey, I'm here to see Dr. Zhong again." The nurse knew him well.

"Yeah, isn't Dr. Zhong here?"

"I'm going for surgery, just sit here and wait." The nurse pointed to the chair beside her, and went about her own business again.

Zhou Yu'an thanked him, sat down on the chair, and started playing mobile games.

Not long after, the sound of high heels knocking on the ground came from far to near, and Chen Mufei also came in, carrying a box of cherries in her hand. The nurse from before greeted her warmly, exchanged a few words, and even poured a glass of water herself.

"Miss Chen, just wait a little longer, Dr. Zhong will be back soon." The nurse smiled attentively.

Zhou Yu'an glanced at the well-dressed woman, and flicked his fingers on the screen of the mobile phone. Gameover, he scratched his hair a little annoyed.

Chen Mufei sat down next to Zhou Yu'an, smiled politely, and said, "Are you also looking for Dr. Zhong?"

Zhou Yu'an sat up straight and smiled cutely: "Yes, I'm going to be discharged from the hospital, and Dr. Zhong asked me to come here."

"Congratulations on being discharged from the hospital." Chen Mufei smiled, brushed her hair, and asked again: "Are you Fuchu's friend? I think you have a good relationship."

Zhou Yu'an was a little annoyed when he heard the word "Fu Chu", but he still smiled on his face: "Actually, he is my future brother-in-law."

Chen Mufei's face changed slightly, and she asked, "Your sister and Dr. Zhong?"

"Yeah, my younger sister graduated from Princeton University. She is good-looking, has a beautiful singing voice, and can play the piano well. She has a date with Dr. Zhong tomorrow night."

Chen Mufei smiled a little stiffly, and complimented: "Your sister's condition is really good."

She sat for a while, then stood up and said to the nurse, "I suddenly remembered something else. The fruit is here. If Dr. Zhong comes back, can you tell him for me?"

The nurse hurriedly agreed, and Chen Mufei said goodbye to Zhou Yu'an and left in a hurry.

Zhou Yu'an played the game in a refreshed mood, and the nurse couldn't help gossiping: "Is your sister really Dr. Zhong's girlfriend?"

"Not yet, but soon." Zhou Yu'an vowed.

As he was talking, he saw Zhong Fuchu walk in and asked him, "What's going on?"

"...It's nothing, just...I'm going to be discharged from the hospital soon." Zhou Yuanteng stood up and pinched his fingers tightly. Fortunately, the nurse didn't say much.

Zhong Fuchu took a look at the clothes on Zhou Yu'an's body, and realized that he was really going to be discharged from the hospital. He suppressed the inexplicable emotions in his heart, walked slowly to the table and sat down, and said, "Come over next Thursday to remove the stitches."

Zhou Yu'an moved the chair next to Zhong Fuchu, sat down and put his hands on his cheeks, nodding obediently.

"After discharge from the hospital, no smoking and alcohol, pay attention to sleep, and refrain from strenuous exercise, or you will easily relapse, remember?" Zhong Fuchu looked at the medical records in his hand, and told Zhou Yu'an.

"It's okay to relapse, so Dr. Zhong and I can meet on the operating table again." Zhou Yu'an lay on the table, turned to look at Zhong Fuchu, joking.

Unexpectedly, Zhong Fuchu turned his head to stare at him, his face turned cold instantly, and his voice was also wrapped in coldness: "You are not allowed to say such words."

Zhou Yu'an faltered, shrank his head, and whispered while picking at the table: "I just wanted to visit you in the hospital."

Zhong Fuchu squeezed the pen in his hand tightly, paused for a while, and then whispered: "Aren't we going to see you tomorrow night?"

Zhou Yu'an's eyes widened suddenly, he was very happy when he mentioned this, tomorrow is Saturday, and he will go to the concert with Zhong Fuchu tonight!He felt like he was on a roller coaster and rushed to the top with a swish.

But what about after the concert?The two of them didn't meet each other, but Ye Lang and Chen Mufei, a childhood sweetheart and an ex-girlfriend, circled around Zhong Fuchu every day, and the roller coaster derailed and fell to the ground with a bang.

Zhong Fu looked through the medical records at the beginning, and from the corner of his eyes, he saw Zhou Yu'an was like a tire that was inflated and then leaked, as if he was changing his face as quickly as a Sichuan opera, and he felt a little funny.

Zhou Yu'an glanced at the box of cherries on the ground, and felt even more uncomfortable. If he wasn't comfortable, he had to speak out, so he put his hand on the medical record in front of Zhong Fuchu, cleared his throat and said:

"Doctor Zhong, I have something to say from the bottom of my heart, I don't know if I should say it or not."

Zhong Fuchu glanced at Zhou Yu'an's hand, took it aside and continued to read the medical records, and said, "Tell me."

"It's not popular to reunite with childhood sweethearts and broken mirrors now!"

Zhong Fuchu was puzzled and asked, "So?"

Zhou Yu'an lowered his head and scratched at the table, his ears were red, "So you have to keep up with the trend, now the fashion continues to lead, a match made in heaven, such as so-and-so and so-and-so..."

After he finished speaking, he buried his head in his arms in embarrassment, and waited for a long time but there was no response. Quietly raised his eyes, Zhong Fuchu ignored him at all, and wrote with a pen in his spare time. Laughing or not, it's really annoying!

Before Xu Xing went to pick up Zhou Yuan, he went to the orthopedics department and gave Ye Lang two tickets. Ye Lang wanted to refuse, but Xu Xing slapped the tickets on the table and said:

"Doctor Song, I don't have elegant friends. It would be a waste to leave the ticket here. It's better to let you make your own choice."

Ye Lang smiled bitterly: "But I can't go, it's also a waste."

Xu Xing raised his eyebrows: "Where can it be? If it can be given to Dr. Song, it is not a waste. Even if it becomes two pieces of waste paper, it is still valuable waste paper."

Ye Lang was startled, he was really not good at refusing, so he left one ticket and returned the other to Xu Xing.

Xu Xing took the ticket and asked, "Did you plan to go see it with your girlfriend?"

Ye Lang shook his head: "It's a friend, but he already has an appointment tomorrow night."

Xu Xing guessed that this was the real reason why Ye Lang decided not to go, rather than working overtime, he said: "Your friend is too unreliable, how can I let you go?"

Ye Lang lowered her head slightly, and said after a while: "I don't blame him, it's because I didn't talk to him first."

Xu Xing didn't understand the twists and turns, anyway, he gave away the ticket, he said goodbye to Ye Lang, and went to the thoracic surgery department to pick up Zhou Yu'an.

Zhou Yu'an told him that he was in the thoracic surgery office. As soon as he entered, he saw the boy stuck to Zhong Fuchu's desk like a puppy, limp and boneless, and Zhong Fuchu looked very "cold".

It was really the water splashed by the married son, a big piece of hot face stuck to the cold butt, Xu Xing strode over to pinch Zhou Yu'an's nape, hummed: "Don't you want to go back?" Zhou Yu'an frowned Head screaming.

Xu Xing said hello to Zhong Fuchu who was at the side, "Doctor Zhong, I have troubled you for the past few days." But he found that Zhong Fuchu was staring at his hand with gloomy eyes.

Xu Xing let go of his hand without knowing why, Zhou Yuan turned around and strangled his neck, "Who is your son! I don't have a father like you!"

The two have often scuffled together since they were young, and it's always a little drizzle.

"Zhou Yu'an." Zhong Fuchu said suddenly, his voice neither soft nor heavy.

Zhou Yu'an seemed to have been pressed the off button, and immediately sat down on the chair obediently and looked at Zhong Fuchu, with both hands on his knees and fluttering eyelashes, "Huh?"

Zhong Fuchu handed him a piece of A4 paper: "This is the precautions after leaving the hospital, you put it away."

Zhou Yu'an took it over with both hands solemnly as if receiving an imperial edict, and found that the paper was written by Zhong Fuchu himself, with one, two, three, four columns clearly written, just like his own characters, beautiful beyond borders.

It turns out that Zhong Fuchu has been writing this just now.

He smirked and said, "I will definitely obey!"

Xu Xing was so tired that he pushed Zhou Yu'an: "Let's go."

"Doctor Zhong, you have worked hard these days!" Zhou Yu'an stood up, and Zhong Fuchu was looking at him, he was nervous for a moment, and suddenly bowed.

Zhong Fuchu also stood up, as if he didn't expect Zhou Yu'an to bow, and was speechless for a moment.

Zhou Yu'an felt that there was something wrong with his mind, so he said "see you tomorrow", and hurriedly dragged Xu Xing away.

"The paper is going to be seen through by you, so what?" Xu Xing was driving the car, looking at Zhou Yu'an holding the paper and staring at it, very disgusted.

"I want to take it back and frame it, and reflect on myself three times a day." Zhou Yu'an blew, but he was not willing to fold it.

"By the way, do you have any plans for tomorrow night?" Zhou Yu'an asked Xu Xing.

"...Yes, I asked some buddies out for a drink."

"Haha, it's too miserable. It's like this if you don't have a date. You can only drink to relieve your worries." Zhou Yu'an snorted.

Xu Xing snorted and said, "It's as if you have something. Dr. Renzhong is obviously not interested in you."

"I'm so interesting, how could he be uninterested in me." Zhou Yu'an refused to accept.

In the early morning of the next day, Zhou Yu'an went to the barber shop to have a good haircut, then went back to the residence and searched through the closet for a long time, when Xu Xing frowned.

"Do you want Brother Xing to lend you the car?" Xu Xing threw the Porsche car keys in his hand.

Zhou Yu'an shook his head quickly, "No, then Dr. Zhong won't send me home." His abacus jingled.

"Then you might as well just stay at Zhong's house, I can't hold your overflowing love here."

"Hey, you have a good idea." Zhou Yu'an gave a thumbs up.

In the afternoon Zhou Yuan went out, dressed like a high school student and sat on the bus, his face was tender, and the aunt next to him asked him how his grades were and what university he wanted to go to.

Zhou Yu'an nonsense said: "I want to enter the Department of Medicine of Wenhua University."

"Wenhua University is good. Don't you all say 'Love is at Wenhua University'? As soon as spring comes and the pear blossoms are all over the campus, even monks will want to fall in love." Thinking of the girlfriend Zhong Fuchu talked about when he was in college.

Alas, why did I go to the United States to study in the first place?

He got out of the car and went straight to the appointed place, but found that the sky was cloudy, it was probably going to rain, so he went to a nearby convenience store to buy an umbrella.

At five o'clock, Zhong Fuchu took off his uniform, picked up the car keys and prepared to go out. Zhao Xian asked, "Doctor Zhong left so early today?"

"I have something to do tonight."

Zhao Xian chuckled twice: "Isn't it because I'm going on a date." Now the courtyard has spread the word about Zhong Fuchu and his ex-girlfriend.

Li Huiting looked up at them, with gossip burning in her eyes.

Zhong Fuchu knew what they were thinking, and denied, "No, it's just a concert."

"Isn't this a date?" Zhao Xian smiled with his mouth crooked, and continued, "Then we'll wait for your good news."

If Zhong Fuchu from Hannan Hospital really had a girlfriend, that would be big news.

Zhong Fuchu ignored him, turned around and left the office, and walked towards the outside of the hospital.

As soon as Wenhua City reached this point, he was stuck in a traffic jam. He was stuck in a traffic jam. He checked the time, and it was already 05:30. He was afraid that he would be late.

Will Zhou Yu'an be angry?He thought casually, maybe, but he would be happy soon.

At this time, the phone rang, it was Song Dixin's call.

"Mr. Zhong, do you have time for consultation tonight?" Song Dixin is more anxious about business than Ye Lang.

"Sorry, I have an appointment tonight."

Song Dixin paused, smiled maliciously, and asked, "Oh? Is it a date? Then I'm happy for you."

Zhong Fuchu wondered why these people thought he was going on a date, frowned and said, "It's not a date."

Song Dixin thought he was embarrassed, lowered his voice and asked: "You don't usually go out, it must be not easy to go out, is this a 'beautiful story' with you tonight?"

Zhong Fuchu tapped the steering wheel with his left index finger, and said after a while, "Maybe."

Song Dixin noticed the ambiguity in his words and asked, "Then let me ask you a few questions. Do you feel particularly relaxed when you are with her?"

"meeting."

"Would you resent her physical contact?"

"will not."

"Would you want to reach out to her? I mean, like holding hands, hugging, even kissing."

Zhong Fuchu didn't give a straightforward answer this time, he rubbed his fingers on the steering wheel unconsciously, staring at the car in front of him in a daze.

Song Dixin continued: "Touch can convey emotions. Since she is your 'beautiful story', you have to learn to trust her, take the initiative to approach her, and even try more physical touch. Of course, if she doesn't feel disgusted circumstances."

He originally wanted to do physical contact exercises for Zhong Fuchu, but he felt that Zhong Fuchu would definitely not be worthy.

Zhong Fuchu paused for a while before saying, "Okay."

At this time, the stagnant traffic started slowly again, Zhong Fuchu and Song Dixin said goodbye, hung up the phone, and drove the car forward.

There was still space in the parking lot of the shopping mall, so he locked the car and walked to the agreed entrance of the shopping mall.

Dark lead-colored clouds hung low over the city, as if a rainstorm was brewing, but the weekend night was still bustling with people. He stood under the lamppost, looking for Zhou Yu'an's figure in the endless stream.

This kind of waiting is not common for him. He is clearly standing alone in the crowd of people coming and going, but he doesn't seem to be lonely.

He took out his mobile phone, opened the address book, and slid to "Zhou Yuan in bed No. 42". After pausing for a while, he changed the note to "Zhou Yuan". Just when he was about to press the call button, he heard a call from the side A woman's voice.

"Lolo, I've arrived in Wenhua City, where are you?"

He looked over subconsciously, but completely froze in place, his nails carved into his palm.

The dusk fades, the night invades, 20 years of time suddenly surge in the distance, the surrounding people are still unbroken, the neon will be bright, and the blurred faces in the memory are suddenly clear, overlapping with the face in front of the eyes.

The woman in front of her was wearing a purple suit, and her well-maintained face made her look like she was only in her early forties, but the expensive pearl necklace still couldn't hide the traces of time on her neck.

She was wearing a pair of stiletto high heels, standing under the opposite lamp post, holding a shopping bag in her hand, and was making a phone call on her mobile phone.

"I just came out of the mall and bought you some things that you have liked since you were a child."

"Dinner with colleagues at night, let's have fun first, don't drink too much alcohol, let someone take you back if it's too late, I'll come and see you tomorrow, be good."

The woman hung up the phone with what could be called a benevolent smile on the corner of her mouth. She was about to leave when she noticed a tall man staring at her from the corner of her eye. Deterred by her hatred, she couldn't help but took two steps back, her high heels slammed heavily on the ground, making a sharp sound.

If there is any substance in that gaze, it seems that he has a deep hatred with her, and is killing her inch by inch.

A sense of unease and fear welled up in her, but she was overwhelmed by the irritation of being offended.

"Crazy!" The woman glared at him viciously, scolded sharply, and left with her shopping bag.