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In the emergency room of Hannan Hospital, the doctors and nurses in the emergency department were in a hurry to give first aid to the patients on the emergency bed.

On the way to the ambulance transfer, the emergency doctor had already done simple pumping and decompression, but the patient was discovered later after the onset of shock. The pleural gas was severe, and it is still difficult to breathe.

Zhao Xian was about to get off work, and was pulled over by the emergency department to assist in the rescue. At this time, he was anxiously directing everyone. Zhou Yu'an on the bed was still in a coma, but luckily he was able to breathe smoothly.

"Director Zhao, Dr. Zhong is here, do you see?" A little nurse ran over and asked Zhao Xian in a low voice. Zhong Fuchu is not a member of the hospital's medical staff now, and she wondered if he could be allowed into the operating room.

"Come here so soon? Let him in! What's the point of asking!" Zhao Xian put down the needle in his hand and checked the time. Only 10 minutes had passed. Could it be that Zhong Fuchu flew over?

"Oh ok." The little nurse hurried out.

The director of the emergency department, who was gasping for Zhou Yuan, frowned and said, "This is not in compliance with the rules."

"I'll take care of it." Zhao Xian inexplicably felt that even if he didn't allow Zhong Fuchu to come in, that person would force his way in.

When Zhong Fuchu came in, he had already put on the sterile gown and surgical cap in a hurry, but there was a lot of sweat on his forehead. The little nurse at the side subconsciously wanted to wipe it off for him, but before he could wipe it off, a tall figure flashed inside.

Zhao Xian was adjusting the one-way valve device on Zhou Yu'an's chest. When he looked up, he found that Zhong Fuchu had arrived beside the hospital bed. He was about to say hello, but he saw that Zhong Fuchu didn't look at anyone, and his anxious eyes were fixed on the patient's face. On the next day, his normally indifferent eyes turned red in an instant. At that moment, he almost thought that Zhong Fuchu would cry, so he couldn't help but froze.

Zhong Fuchu came out of the restaurant and drove directly to Hannan Hospital. He didn't care about speeding on many roads, and almost rear-ended another car. At this moment, he saw the silent person on the bed, and he couldn't believe it. , that would be Zhou Yu'an who he didn't dare to think about, but couldn't help thinking about it.

The pale face was swollen, the eyes that were always bent were closed tightly in pain, the soft and rosy lips turned blue and purple, and the hands that played the piano since childhood were missing a piece of nails, and the fingers were pitifully curled up, bloodstained glaringly .

Heat rushed to the eyes directly, the Adam's apple rolled with burning pain, the heart seemed to be tightly strangled by a fine wire, and cut into loose pieces, Zhong Fuchu turned his face sideways and closed his eyes.

"How is he?" He tried his best to suppress his emotions before asking, but he didn't know how hoarse his voice was.

Zhao Xian felt that Zhong Fuchu was a little strange, but he didn't ask any more questions. He was busy with his hands and said: "It's too dangerous! The left lung is compressed by 80%, the right lung is compressed by 60%, concurrent pneumonia, and a large amount of mediastinal emphysema, Subcutaneous emphysema and pleural effusion, the trachea and heart are all displaced to the healthy side! If it is delayed for a while, it may suffocate to death."

He was talking about his illness, but he saw Zhong Fuchu suddenly lowered his head, raised his hand and pinched the bridge of his nose, and with the other hand tightly clutched the railing of the hospital bed, so hard that his joints turned white.

"Hurry up and help Dr. Zhong to rest." Zhao Xian felt that Zhong Fuchu was not in the right state, so he quickly gave the nurse at the side a wink.

"No need." Zhong Fuchu shook his head, forced himself to think calmly, looked at Zhao Xian with red eyes, every word seemed to be grinded out of his throat, "Give him drainage first, if it still leaks If the gas is severe, then thoracoscopic repair and pleural adhesions will be performed.”

Looking at Zhong Fuchu's expression, Zhao Xian was startled for a moment. He had never seen Zhong Fuchu lose his composure, as if the patient was his dearest relative. He hesitated and said, "Why don't you come here?" Operate him."

The director of the emergency department looked at Zhao Xian in surprise, and whispered: "Will the director not pursue it?" Zhong Fuchu is no longer a doctor in their hospital.

Zhao Xiangang was about to say that he was responsible for what happened, but was interrupted by Zhong Fuchu: "Sorry, I can't do it."

Zhao Xian was stunned for a moment, wanting to say what surgery Zhong Fuchu couldn't do, but he saw Zhong Fuchu lowered his head, looked at the person on the bed, carefully holding the scalpel with those hands that had held the scalpel so many times. Holding the patient's injured right hand is like holding the most precious and fragile treasure in the world.

"Doctor Zhao, please come for the operation."

Zhao Xian glanced at the two people on the bed and beside the bed, wiped away the strange feeling in his heart, and hurriedly began to arrange the operation.

During the whole operation, Zhong Fuchu stood aside, from that position he could see the operation process clearly, the wound, the blood, the scalpel, the cold pipe... He stared at it motionless, his finger bones ached.

The temperature of the air conditioner in the operating room was extremely cold, but the little nurse wiped the sweat of the doctor who was staring at the operation many times. That person seemed to be more focused and nervous than the doctor who was performing the operation.

Zhao Xian was pressed down by a heavy gaze from the beginning to the end, and he felt that he was lucky that his hands did not tremble. After three hours, the operation was successfully completed, and he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"He is out of danger, and we need to continue to observe him in the future. He had undergone an operation before, and the recurrence rate was as high as 50%. Now he is undergoing another surgery not long ago, and the recurrence rate will reach 80%." Zhao Xian took off his gloves and looked at the patient. When Zhong Fuchu was still staring at the people on the operating table, thinking that Zhong Fuchu naturally knew about these things, he asked instead:

"By the way, Xiao Zhong, do you know his family members? Although the first aid is fine without signing the operation agreement, it's better to inform the family members to come over. After all, he still needs to be hospitalized and someone needs to take care of him."

Only then did Zhong Fuchu look away from Zhou Yu'an's face, he turned around and took the gauze and potion, treated the wound on Zhou Yu'an's hand, and said, "No, I'm his family."

Now everyone in the operating room looked at Zhong Fuchu. Some people thought it was no wonder that Dr. Zhong was so nervous just now. Some people knew a little about the situation, such as Zhao Xian. He was shocked. Zhong Fuchu was born in an orphanage. This loved one?

After treating the wound, Zhong Fuchu finally took the time to ask the director of the emergency department: "Director Liu, where was he sent from?"

The director of the emergency department was packing up the surgical equipment, and said, "It's a call from a place called Tanghuang, and our people also picked up the patients from there."

A young nurse said: "Majestic? Isn't it a famous nightclub?" After she finished speaking, she felt that something was wrong. She glanced at Zhong Fuchu, and sure enough, the man's face darkened a lot.

"It's normal for young people to like to go to these places to play, but they shouldn't drink so much alcohol. Maybe they are in a bad mood and use alcohol to relieve their worries." The director of the emergency department has a son who loves to play, so he smiled at Zhong Fuchu said in relief.

Zhong Fuchu didn't speak, stretched out his hand and touched Zhou Yu'an's face, the swelling had subsided a lot, but the cyanosis of his lips had not completely subsided, he thanked everyone and pushed the hospital bed out of the emergency room.

Tang Lin has been waiting outside, prepared to leave several times, but finally stayed, he felt somewhat guilty, if he hadn't left Zhou Yuan alone in the room, or had gone back to see him earlier, he might not have let Zhou Yuan so sick.

When he was drowsy in a chair, the door of the emergency room opened suddenly, and he woke up suddenly. He saw a tall doctor who hadn't taken off the sterile clothes pushing the hospital bed out.

Tang Lin hurried over to see Zhou Yu'an on the hospital bed, his complexion was much better than when he was sent in, he was relieved, and asked the doctor pushing the bed: "Doctor, is he all right?"

Zhong Fuchu glanced at this man, and frowned slightly. From this man of about his stature, he smelled the smell of a sensual place, alcohol, cigarettes, and powder, which made people feel uncomfortable.

"You sent him here?" Zhong Fuchu didn't answer his question, he saw the work badge on this person's chest, it was the "magnificent" person.

Tang Lin felt that the doctor's tone was a little strange. It wasn't the kind of condescending look down on him, but a heavy vigilance.

He looked at the doctor carefully, but was taken aback because the person in front of him looked somewhat similar to him, although he didn't want to admit that he was not as handsome as him.

"Yes, Young Master Zhou suddenly fell ill in our store. I called the ambulance." Tang Lin said, trying to take out a cigarette from his pocket, but thought it was the hospital and stopped.

Zhong Fuchu frowned even more when he heard the title "Young Master Zhou", and asked in a deep voice, "Why didn't you find out about his illness earlier?"

Tang Lin felt that the doctor's tone was a bit unusual, but he thought it was the doctor who was blaming them for not sending them to the doctor in time, so he said, "This is indeed our negligence. I was the one who sent Zhou Shao back to bed to rest. I didn't expect him to Sudden onset, he was already in a coma when he was discovered."

"Send him back to bed to rest?" The doctor's face darkened instantly, and his voice was cold.

Tang Lin has been around for many years, and he immediately heard the implication. He squinted his eyes and looked at the doctor for a while, then suddenly thought of something, smiled and said:

"Will the hospital ask such detailed questions now? I'm a dignified employee. Young Master Zhou is my guest tonight. He asked me to serve him by name, so what's wrong with sending him to rest?"

His words were full of ambiguity, and it turned out that the doctor's face was extremely pale.

Zhong Fuchu stared at this person for a while, then sneered suddenly, pushed the bed and continued to walk to the ward.

He didn't quite believe that Zhou Yu'an would willingly degenerate to go to nightclubs to have fun, and he didn't really want to hear a person of unknown origin tell lies.

He just wants Zhou Yu'an to get well soon, and then...

"Is your surname Zhong?" Tang Lin suddenly ran to the hospital bed and asked.

Zhong Fuchu didn't give him a look, and continued walking.

"Actually, Young Master Zhou came here tonight to ask our boss for something." Tang Lin had a crumpled cigarette in his mouth, and was not surprised to find that Zhong Fuchu's footsteps paused.

"What do you want?" Zhong Fuchu couldn't help asking.

Tang Lin held the cigarette in his hand, sighed, and said, "A man surnamed Zhong, I forgot what his name is. It seems to be because of his work in this hospital."

His footsteps came to a sudden stop, Zhong Fuchu froze on the spot, unable to move any further, holding the railing on top of the hospital bed with both hands, lowered his head to stare at the sleeping person on the bed, his throat tightened for a while.

"He was drank a lot of alcohol and said a lot of nasty things. He almost got angry halfway through, but in the end he tried his best to endure it. Our boss also agreed to what he asked for."

"I just sent him to rest and didn't do anything to him, but he seemed to recognize me as that person, crying and asking me why I still ignored him in my dream."

"I've never seen any young master be so humble, so humble that people like me can't help being soft-hearted."

"Are you that Dr. Zhong?"

"He must love you very much."

When Zhou Yuan woke up, his field of vision was snow-white. He stared blankly at the ceiling for a long time before realizing that he was in the hospital. He looked around and found that this ward was exactly the same as the one he lived in in Hannan Hospital. Even the clock on the wall is the same.

He was wearing a brand new hospital gown, with a transparent tube connected to his chest and a water bottle, which was the drainage bottle he hated the most.

At that moment, he almost thought that he had traveled back to the time when he went to Hannan Hospital for the first time. Zhong Fuchu was his doctor and he was Zhong Fuchu's patient. Everything hadn't started yet, but he was still full of expectations.

There was a sudden pain in his chest, and he couldn't help but snorted, closing his eyes and waiting for the pain to subside.

It would be great if he could really travel back. He will chase Zhong Fuchu again, face his family bravely before his mother finds them out, and become strong as soon as possible to protect his lover and their hard-won love.

Unfortunately, there is no time machine in this world. He closed his eyes and let out a long sigh, thinking about what happened last night, not knowing why he was sent to the hospital.

"What are you sighing for?" A voice from a dream suddenly came from above his head.

He opened his eyes suddenly, and saw Zhong Fuchu looking down at him with a faint smile in his eyes.

He couldn't believe it, and stared blankly at the person he had missed for a long time with his eyes wide open, seeing the delicate halo surrounded by the sunlight around him, seeing the tenderness he hadn't seen for a long time hidden in his sharp eyebrows and eyes, seeing the tenderness he hadn't seen for a long time. He slowly reached out and stroked his face gently.

Everything is beautiful like a dream.

However, Zhong Fuchu felt a burst of wetness on his hands. He hurriedly moved his hands away, and saw Zhou Yu'an was crying with eyes wide open, without blinking, letting the endless tears flow down the corners of his eyes to the pillow, silently. A large piece of it was wet.

At that moment, he really felt the pain in his heart, leaned over and gently lifted Zhou Yu'an from the bed, hugged him into his arms and asked, "Why are you crying?"

Zhou Yu'an rested his head on Zhong Fuchu's shoulder, and cried louder: "Where's your white coat?" Seeing Zhong Fuchu's surprise, most of his clothes were gone when he saw that he could have no clothes to wear, But Zhong Fuchu couldn't live without a white coat.

Zhong Fuchu was stunned. Fu Ning suddenly found him this morning and sincerely apologized for his dismissal, asking him to continue to return to the Thoracic Surgery Department of Hannan Hospital and be promoted to the deputy director of the Thoracic Surgery Department.

At that time, he did not refuse, but said that he would wait for a person's decision.

Now is the time to ask that person for their opinion.

Zhong Fuchu held Zhou Yu'an's face with his hands, let him look at him, and said in a low voice: "I need you to help me make a decision, can you?"

Zhou Yu'an's small face was wrapped in his palm, and he looked at him blankly, with tears hanging on his long eyelashes, and whispered, "Can I help you make a decision?"

Zhong Fuchu felt a pang of sadness in his heart. In the past, Zhou Yu'an would have agreed by nodding his head, but now he was so sincere and fearful. He gently wiped away the teardrop on his eyelashes with his thumb, and said:

"Now I have two job options. One is the deputy director of the thoracic surgery department of Hannan Hospital, and the other is the director of the thoracic surgery department of Tzu Chi Hospital. Which one do you think is better?"

He is unwilling to disappoint Zhou Yu'an's efforts for him.

Zhou Yu'an's eyes lit up, Hannan Hospital really withdrew the decision to dismiss him, but he hurriedly lowered his eyes to avoid being seen to be wrong, and said softly: "I have to think carefully, this decision is too important."

He didn't want Zhong Fuchu to know about his begging for him.

Zhong Fuchu put down his hand, took out the porridge he bought just now, and said, "No hurry, just give me the answer within today, and eat something first."

Zhou Yu'an looked at the porridge in his hand in confusion, Zhong Fuchu had already scooped up a spoonful and handed it to his mouth, but he didn't open his mouth to eat it.

"Don't like it?" Zhong Fuchu asked.

Zhou Yu'an shook his head, he wanted to pinch his fingers, but found that his right index finger was bandaged, so he put down his hand and muttered softly, "I think it's too unreal."

When Zhong Fuchu saw that finger, his heart tightened, and he couldn't hear it clearly, "Huh?"

"Didn't you say that you would never talk to me again?" Zhou Yuan sat on the bed with his head down, his voice was as low as a mosquito humming, and his mouth was full of bitterness, "You also said that you will find someone you like in the future." , who also likes you."

He remembered clearly how Zhong Fuchu said these words to him so unfeelingly that day, every word was turned over and over again in his heart, and it hurt when he thought about it.

Like a hamster crouching in a corner, he put his hands on his belly, hiding his soft belly, as if he would not hear the ruthless answer again.

But in the next second, his injured right hand was put into a warm palm.

"Zhou Yu'an."

Zhou Yu'an looked up subconsciously, but was stunned for a moment, he had never seen Zhong Fuchu show such an expression to him, he couldn't explain clearly, but felt sore and swollen in his heart, like a fallen leaf, in the cold wind Floating into the hot spring.

"Do you still like me?"

Zhong Fuchu actually asked him this question, he was startled, suddenly felt wronged to the extreme, and a little angry.

"You are too much, how much I like you, don't you know?!"

He couldn't help but glared at Zhong Fuchu angrily, but saw Zhong Fuchu smile at him, leaned over and said in his ear:

"Since you like me, the person I like and also likes me is only you in this world."

With a bang, Zhou Yuan heard fireworks going off in his head again, causing his head to suffer from a lack of blood supply, as if returning to the first confession, but after a while he calmed down again.

"Am I terminally ill?" Zhou Yu'an thought of a possibility, his face turned pale instantly.

Zhong Fuchu didn't follow Zhou Yu'an's rhythm at all, and said in a daze, "Of course not, he will recover after a period of time by concentrating on self-cultivation."

"Then why did you suddenly change your mind?"

Zhong Fuchu felt a little bit bitter when he heard the words. Before he said he liked Zhou Yuan, Zhou Yuan was only happy, but now he became so unconfident. He thought for a while and said:

"Because you are so annoying, I have to watch all the time."

Zhou Yu'an tilted his head in doubt, feeling that there was still something wrong, and said, "Could it be that I was too worry-free before, and you didn't want me? Then in the future, should I worry less or..."

Before he finished speaking, his lips were sucked, and the back of his head was clasped firmly by a hand. He opened his eyes in a daze, looking at Zhong Fuchu's face who was close at hand.

"Open your mouth."

Zhou Yu'an opened his mouth obediently, and his tongue penetrated into the mouth in an instant, and every soft place was carefully swept over. He couldn't help reaching out to hug Zhong Fuchu's broad back, and unconsciously scratched his back with his fingers, resulting in more intense sucking and turning of his lips and tongue.

When he was finally let go, he was panting, completely forgetting what he asked before.

"Can we eat now?"

Zhou Yu'an saw that Zhong Fuchu picked up the bowl of porridge again with his usual expression, and nodded with a blushing face.

The temperature of the porridge was just right, Zhong Fuchu fed him the porridge spoon by spoon, Zhou Yuan ate it obediently, but he still felt a little dazed and unreal in his heart, feeling that everything was like a dream.

The difficult times of these days passed in his mind, and he suddenly thought of a question that had been hidden in his heart for a long time, so he asked:

"Fuchu, I ask you a question, don't be angry with me."

Zhong Fuchu only felt that Zhou Yu'an was cautious and pitiful, and sighed: "Why am I angry about a question?"

Zhou Yu'an took a deep breath and said, "Do you like me because of other people? For example, do you like me because I look like a person?"

Zhong Fuchu didn't expect him to ask this question, and asked, "Which person are you talking about?"

"It's... the person in the photo in your room." The more Zhou Yuan spoke, the more confident he became. He was afraid that Zhong Fuchu would scold him for thinking too much, but he said he didn't care about Lu Yan, but he still cared a little bit in his heart.

Only then did Zhong Fuchu realize that he was asking about Zhong Yuan, and said helplessly, "Why do you think so?"

Knowing that Zhong Fuchu said this, Zhou Yu'an showed that his liking for him had nothing to do with Zhong Yuan, and the pebbles in his heart were swept away, and he said embarrassedly: "It's okay, I think too much myself."

But Zhong Fuchu suddenly said: "Zhong Yuan is very similar to my younger brother, so I take more care of him."

Zhou Yu'an was stunned, "Do you have a younger brother?"

A faint smile appeared in Zhong Fuchu's eyes, and he said in a low voice, "Yes, I have a younger brother, and he is the cutest kid in the world."

It was the first time Zhou Yuan heard him talk about this matter, and asked curiously: "Then where is your brother now?"

"I lost him before." Zhong Fuchu said after a pause.

Zhou Yu'an let out a sigh, and said worriedly: "Then what happened after that?"

Zhong Fuchu suddenly hugged him into his arms, and whispered:

"I found him, and he is still the cutest kid in the world."