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Zhou Yu'an was startled, then suddenly smiled with his eyes bent, the more he smiled, the happier he became.

Some people scolded others, but they also scolded themselves.

Zhong Fuchu frowned and looked at Zhou Yu'an who kept laughing, turned around and left in a hurry without saying anything, saw that Zhou Yu'an didn't follow after walking for a while, turned around and urged: "Come here and remove the stitches." His voice was deep, as if a little angry .

Zhou Yu'an hurriedly followed, and said with a flattering smile, "You will definitely regret your evaluation of me today, believe it or not?"

Zhong Fuchu just glanced at him blankly and said, "Really?"

This question was a bit strange, it sounded like an affirmative sentence, Zhou Yu'an puffed up his face.

The thread removal was really fast, Zhong Fuchu was especially fast, he used scissors to pull out the thread knot in a few strokes, before Zhou Yu'an even had time to cry out for it.

"Go back and pay attention to the care, don't pull the wound." Zhong Fuchu took off his gloves, and glanced at Zhou Yu'an's almost healed chest wound. The new skin was light red, which was particularly conspicuous in the fair complexion. He looked away in a blink of an eye. look.

Zhou Yu'an said hello, bowed his head and buttoned his coat, he was still thinking about Lu Yan, and asked, "Have you known Lu Yan for a long time?"

Zhong Fuchu frowned, his expression was not very good-looking, he paused and said: "My master is his grandfather." And he was still a high school classmate, but he really didn't want to talk about this history.

Zhou Yu'an blinked his eyes, smiled and said, "Being a teacher for one day and being a father for life, then your seniority is older than Lu Yan." After thinking about it, he shook his head violently: "No, no, I'm from Lu Yan. Brother, isn't he a generation younger than you."

Zhong Fuchu frowned even deeper, rolled up the medical records and knocked heavily on Zhou Yuan's head, and said in a cold voice, "You can go."

Zhou Yu'an touched his head, felt that Zhong Fuchu seemed to be angry again, and smiled at him: "Doctor Zhong, do you really hate Lu Yan?"

Zhong Fuchu opened the door and looked at him, as if asking him to go out.

Zhou Yu'an stood up reluctantly, and he suddenly realized that the operation was really over until now, and he would no longer be Zhong Fuchu's patient in the future.

The two of them walked outside together, passing the open-air balcony on the way, there were still many children playing there, looking innocent and carefree, the cool wind blowing made Zhou Yu'an squint his eyes comfortably, and Zhong Fuchu's white coat beside him was also slightly covered. Blowing, shining white in the sun.

He suddenly remembered that on the first day of hospitalization, he had seen Zhong Fuchu smile at a little girl here, and he had done a stupid thing here, maybe that little boy would occasionally think of someone who couldn't Soaring brother.

Immediately afterwards, the following incidents, like the tide rising and receding, suddenly calmed his heart, as if the two of them walked side by side like this a long time ago, maybe the breeze was good, or the sunshine was good, he Not nervous at all, with a relaxed smile on the corner of his mouth, he said to Zhong Fuchu:

"Doctor Zhong, do you have time this Saturday?" After a pause, he continued, "I have something extremely important to tell you." How important is it?It is so important that it concerns Zhong Fuchu's evaluation of his aesthetics.

Zhong Fuchu stopped and looked at him, interrupting his superficial calm, his heartstrings suddenly tensed, he had to stop and looked back nervously.

Childish voices and crisp birdsong whirled into a fresh tune behind him, and the clear sunlight made Zhong Fuchu's profound facial features clearer, his eyes were falling on himself, and it was hard to tell what temperature it was.

After an unbearable silence.

"It's okay if you don't have time." Zhou Yu'an showed two dimples with a smile, but felt a little bitter in his heart, "I'm free any day, so you come to set a time, okay?"

Zhong Fuchu answered irrelevantly, "That day was very important to me."

Zhou Yu'an was startled, nodded and said, "I know, that day is your birthday."

He didn't know the real importance of that day at that time, but it suddenly occurred to him that maybe Zhong Fuchu would spend his birthday with his family every year, and he might not necessarily want to be with himself whom he hadn't known for a long time.

"Is that okay on Sunday?" he backed off.

Zhong Fuchu suddenly smiled, a very faint smile, but it was deeper than ever before in his eyes, like the morning sun suddenly illuminating a dark attic, he said:

"Just on Saturday."

And at this time the other side of the hospital.

"Doctor Ye, I was lucky enough to see your skills last time. I wonder if you have practiced before?" Xu Xing followed Ye Lang out of Zhong Muyuan's ward, thinking about the fighting training he had participated in during this period, and deliberately looking for common topics .

Ye Lang still had that polite smile, and said humbly, "That's ridiculous, but it's just that I've been stronger since I was a child, and with the special nature of my work, I can't say I'm great."

Xu Xing took a few glances at Ye Lang's figure, it was tall and straight, not burly, not at all like someone who lifts iron all the time, so he joked, "How much strength? How many kilograms can you lift?"

Ye Lang raised his eyebrows, and rarely said proudly: "It's no problem to lift Mr. Xu up."

"..." Xu Xing was confused for a while, and continued: "Then no one dared to bully you when you were young, right? After all, they couldn't beat you."

Ye Lang restrained her smile when she heard the words, paused and smiled again: "No, I have a very good friend, so no one dares to bully me."

Xu Xing sighed, why did he mention this friend again, nine out of ten it is that Zhong Fuchu.

"Doctor Ye, do you have time on the weekend? I want to invite you..." Xu Xing was about to invite Ye Lang to a meal when he saw a little nurse running over in a hurry with his hat crooked, and said anxiously to Ye Lang:

"Doctor Ye, the uncle on bed 56 and the uncle on bed 57 are fighting!"

Ye Lang frowned, and muttered softly: "How do you beat one with a broken leg and one with a broken arm?" Then he smiled and said to Xu Xing: "Mr. Xu is sorry, I have to take care of something, see you next time."

After finishing speaking, he followed the nurse and ran away quickly. When Xu Xing heard that Ye Lang was in trouble, he also ran over with the mentality of when he didn't make a move at this time.

When the three of them ran to the ward, there were already some people watching the excitement outside the door, and a few nurses were trying to persuade them to fight.

Xu Xing took a look, okay, this is not a fight, he didn't need to make a move at all, just two old men with broken arms and legs smashed things at each other, the chess pieces fell to the ground, their faces were red like two roosters, and they compared each other and scolded each other loud.

However, Ye Lang changed from his friendly smile before, and his face was slightly gloomy. He pushed aside the crowd and walked in. He glanced at the messy chess pieces on the ground, and then set his eyes on the two uncles.

The old man with a broken leg on the bed bowed his head when he saw him, and the old man with a broken arm who was yelling at him with one hand on his hip also returned to the hospital bed in an instant.

"The two of you are really in a good mood. There was a fight in my orthopedics department. If you think you don't have enough broken bones, I can help you." Ye Lang walked to the bed of the two with a sneer, holding his hands on the railing of the hospital bed. , The joints are distinct and strong.

Xu Xing looked at Ye Lang now, raised his eyebrows, and said nothing else, this majestic aura really made him a little scared, but also a little unspeakably excited.

"Doctor Ye, I was wrong, it was him! He is a stinky chess player, if he doesn't win the game, I will still scold me!" The man with the broken leg complained, pointing at the person in the next bed.

The old man with a broken arm is obviously a violent person, pointing at the old man with a good arm and scolding: "Who are you yelling at?! You have the nerve to call me a stinky chess player just a few times? Who doesn't know you..."

"Enough!" Ye Lang shouted coldly.

The two uncles fell silent instantly, and looked at Ye Lang with embarrassing expressions.

The spectators saw that there was no more excitement at this time, and they all left one after another. Xu Xing stood at the door with his arms folded, and said with a smile: "How about this big man with a broken arm... oh, the old man inside, let's watch the next round with me." See? If you win, it means that you are not the stinky chess basket he said."

Ye Lang turned around to look at him, his gaze was a bit disapproving. This old man on bed 57 is a chess fan with average chess skills, but he has a hot temper. Over and over, everyone shouted and beat him, which made him quite uneasy.

"Small boy, you don't know the heights of the sky and the depths of the earth." The old man with a broken arm snorted coldly, "You didn't know where to wear crotch pants when I was killing all directions! Don't lose too ugly and call me grandpa later!"

Xu Xing thought to himself that this uncle was quite a secondary school student, so he walked in with a smile, patted Ye Lang on the shoulder, and whispered in his ear: "Don't worry."

Ye Lang looked at him and sighed.

The uncle with a broken leg was happy to see the result, and provided the two with a new set of chess.

A chess game started, attracting a lot of people to watch, some were still disabled and sat in wheelchairs with crutches, and those who had been insulted and ridiculed by the broken arms stood behind Xu Xing to make moves, Xu Xing was so annoying, He used some crooked tricks to interrupt his train of thought.

Ye Lang glanced at Xu Xing's frowning, coughed lightly at the group of onlookers, and the patients all fell silent.

This game of chess can be said to be very tragic, the man with broken arms scratched his ears and cheeks as if his body was covered with fleas, every time he wanted to regret the game, he withdrew his hand under the direct gaze of Ye Lang's smile.

On the other hand, Xu Xing, who was on the opposite side, was calm and relaxed, raising his eyebrows and smiling at Ye Lang when he was free.

The chess watcher muttered and chuckled quietly, and the old man with a broken leg on the bed exalted and said, "I can't even beat a kid, so I have the nerve to boast that I am the number one chess player in the orthopedics department."

The man with a broken arm saw that this chess game was doomed to lose. When he heard that he was ridiculed, he was so angry that he wanted to lift the chessboard again, but Ye Lang pressed his shoulders. The only smiling doctor he was afraid of smiled at him and said: "Master, would you like to bet?" Give up?"

Xu Xing clapped his hands, stood up, and said in a haughty tone, "Accepted", leaving the blushing uncle behind, walking outside with his arms around Ye Lang's shoulders.

"I didn't expect that Mr. Xu was not talking on paper." Ye Lang smiled, and calmly broke free from Xu Xing's arm.

Xu Xing suddenly remembered the way he talked about chess in front of Zhong Muyuan before, and felt that Ye Lang's words were a bit mocking, and said seriously: "I won the runner-up of the National Chess Youth Championship when I was young."

Ye Lang walked in the direction of the office, and said with a smile, "After you said that, I suddenly remembered that I also participated in this competition many years ago."

Xu Xing's eyes lit up, and he asked, "How's the ranking?"

Ye Lang glanced at him with a smile, a bit of ridicule flashed in his eyes, and said:

"champion."