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Song Dixin quickly came to his senses, walked in and said with a smile, "Dr. Zhong, we meet again. I'm here to visit my junior."

Zhong Fuchu broke away from Zhou Yu'an's hand, and seeing that they were familiar with each other, he said, "Then I won't bother you to reminisce about the past." When he turned to leave, he turned back to Song Dixin and said:

"He's going to have surgery tomorrow, so he can't eat tonight." While speaking, he glanced at the big food bag in Song Dixin's hand and Zhou Yu'an who was sitting on the bed, obviously the latter was in his credit blacklist.

Song Tixin was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly said: "Doctor Zhong, don't worry, I will let him eat this meal." After speaking, he personally sent Zhong Fuchu out of the ward.

After Zhou Yu'an and the others left, they grabbed Song Dixin and asked, "Come on quickly, how did you meet Dr. Zhong?"

Song Dixin thought for a moment and said, "Let's count him as my benefactor."

Zhou Yu'an narrowed his eyes: "I'm still your patron! I'll give you 10 minutes, and I want to know all the information about this person."

"No, no, no, protecting the privacy of guests is my professional ethics." Song Dixin's face was determined.

Zhou Yu'an snorted, full of confidence: "If you don't say anything, the principal will withdraw the capital from your studio!" Song Dixin wanted to start a studio solo from the consulting center where he worked, and the number one investor was Zhou Yu'an himself.

Song Dixin's resolute face disintegrated, he sighed heavily, and said, "I just received this guest officer, and I don't know anything about it. I only know that Dr. Zhong suffers from severe insomnia."

Insomnia?Isn't this a common problem with social animals?People like Zhou Yu'an who don't have to go to work can't understand.

Song Dixin glanced at him and asked suspiciously, "What are you thinking?"

"What, I just care about the physical and mental health of our medical staff."

"Take care of yourself first. Did you hear that? Dr. Zhong told you to keep your mouth shut tonight. I don't have time to look at you. I have work in the afternoon."

"Don't worry, I'm obedient and obedient in front of Dr. Zhong." Zhou Yu'an said without changing his expression.

Song Dixinxin said that if you were really obedient, Dr. Zhong would not be so nervous and let me take care of you just now.

The two chatted nonsense for a while, Song Dixin left soon because of work in the psychological counseling center, Xu Xing called and said he couldn't come because of something, and Zhong Fuchu didn't come again, so Zhou Yu'an had to open the takeaway software by himself.

He chose pickily for a long time, and felt that none of them were as good as Zhong Fuchu's cafeteria meal. Just when he wanted to pick one at random, Li Huiting opened the door of the ward and walked in.

"Doctor Zhong asked me to cook for you. I didn't know what you like to eat, so I ordered some light food." Li Huiting put the lunch box on Zhou Yu'an's small table.

Zhou Yu'an's spirit instantly rejuvenated, and he looked at her with bright eyes, "Dr. Zhong really said that?"

Li Huiting was caught by the light in his eyes and thought he didn't believe it, so she said: "Yes, Dr. Zhong is a very nice person. There was an old man who lost his only child in the hospital before, and he couldn't bear to pay for a nurse. Dr. Zhong hired him. , taking care of a lot of back and forth.”

Zhou Yu'an sniffled, and said pitifully, "Tell Dr. Zhong that I'm actually miserable too. I'm working alone here, my parents don't love me, and my boss is really bad."

Li Huiting was stunned for a while, then said softly, "Be strong, and everything will pass."

"..."

"Then you eat slowly, I'll go first? If you have any questions, just ring the call bell at the bedside." Li Huiting also went to check other wards.

Zhou Yu'an hurriedly said: "Shut up! Can you give me Dr. Zhong's mobile phone number? I might consult him."

Li Huiting thought about it, agreed, and the two added WeChat to each other.

During the long afternoon, Zhou Yu'an's eyes were glued to the clock, counting when Zhong Fuchu would come to make rounds, but Zhong Fuchu didn't come until after eight o'clock in the evening.

He chewed a piece of candy, but his heart was still bitter, he played games with his eyelids stretched, thinking of making a harassing phone call?

At Zhong Fuchu's home, Song Dixin sighed: "Mr. Zhong, the first step in psychological counseling is to speak frankly. This is my only request."

He and Zhong Fuchu made an appointment to have a psychological consultation tonight. In order to let Zhong Fuchu relax, the location was chosen at Zhong Fuchu's own home, but the night passed quickly, and Song Dixin's throat was smoking, and Zhong Fuchu didn't say anything. a few words.

"Why don't you write some key words?" Song Dixin took out a piece of paper and put it in front of Zhong Fuchu.

Zhong Fuchu silently picked up the pen, his eyes were dim, and his lips were tightly pressed. He paused for a long time before slowly writing two words on the paper.

Song Dixin saw that it was "mother", and he immediately guessed in his heart that most of Zhong Fuchu's heart disease originated from the psychological trauma in childhood, and it was mainly caused by his mother.

"Is there any more?" Song Dixin lowered his voice with some encouragement.

There was another silence, Song Dixin raised his eyes and found that Zhong Fuchu's entire face was gloomy, and there seemed to be a blizzard in his dark eyes.

Like a felon who has been imprisoned for a long time, he lives in this world tired of life and greedy for life. Only in an unknown corner can he slowly vent his exhaustion and boredom.

Song Dixin no longer looked into his eyes, but lowered his head to stare at the pen in Zhong Fuchu's hand, and finally the pen started up again, and wrote another word on the paper - "brother".

It's just that when writing this word, it's not like writing "mother" which is full of determination and hatred, but chaos and hesitation, as well as strong unwillingness.

Song Tixin wanted to force him to write a few more, but when he looked up, he found that Zhong Fuchu was frowning, obviously not wanting to continue.He could only accept it as soon as he saw it, and comforted him:

"Let's talk about it next time." Regardless, progress has been made today.

He glanced at the sleeping pills on the table, and the big and small Pikachu in the room, packed up his things by himself and left Zhong Fuchu's house.

On the last bus home, Song Dixin recalled the situation of Zhong Fuchu that Ye Lang had told him before.

Zhong Fuchu was adopted by Zhong Muyuan in Wanzhong's home in the summer when he was ten years old. No one knew what he had experienced before, only heard that he had many scars on his body at that time, was sullen and taciturn, and had violent tendencies.

The psychological trauma of childhood is the script of a person's life. In recent years, he has received many such patients. They often have a long-lasting and stubborn illness, and the childhood trauma has been deeply rooted in their hearts.

Time not only failed to heal the pain, but made the scars more prominent, and people who grew up with traumatic experiences are more likely to be sensitive, suspicious, like to use cold violence, and even move towards extreme indifference and personality disorder.

Zhong Fuchu has not deviated too much from the normal behavior since he came to the present, but he wrapped his heart in a cold cocoon, almost cutting off emotional communication with the outside world, self-enclosed day after day, in the muddy swamp of memory. The more you get stuck in the middle, the more you can only hurt yourself in the end.

Song Dixin thought a lot, and finally heaved a long sigh. Children who grow up in happy families are always more optimistic, cheerful and likable, just like Zhou Yu'an, but after all, not everyone can be born into a perfect family.

The lights are as dim as a misty moon. In this empty house, there are only monotonous furnishings and the main colors of black, white and gray. The only warm color is a variety of Pikachu, soft and bright.

Zhong Fuchu was still sitting in the study room, exhaustion protruding from the top of his hair and fingertips, making people dressed in rags.

He tore up the paper on the table and threw it into the trash can beside him. He was about to get up to take a shower when his phone rang.

Normally, the call at this time is an urgent matter in the hospital. He raised his spirits and looked at the phone, but it was an unfamiliar number.

"Good evening, Doctor Zhong! Guess who I am?" The voice was obviously altered on purpose, but he still knew the owner. Zhong Fuchu was pulled back from the night to the day in an instant, in a noisy hospital ward, a noisy patient .

"Zhou Yu'an, what's the matter with you?"

"Wow, you guessed too fast! I have something very important to ask you. Why don't you come to check the ward in the afternoon? I waited for a long time, until the sun was laid off and the stars went to work."

There is the background sound of the TV on the opposite side of the phone, and the noise blurs the illusion of a crowd of adults, like the epitome of fireworks of thousands of households in an ordinary small town.

Zhong Fuchu leaned back on the back of the chair, put one hand on the table, and said after a while: "Isn't there an intern doing ward rounds?"

"Then how can I do it? The surgery is going to happen tomorrow, so how can the attending doctor come to see it? After all, I am so precious." The other person said it as a matter of course and confidently.

"Not miserable?" Zhong Fuchu's voice was still cold, but with a slight smile, he remembered what Li Huiting said today.

The other party was stunned, and then said: "It's miserable, it's miserable, so Dr. Zhong cares about me, let's build a harmonious doctor-patient relationship together."

Zhong Fuchu had undergone minor surgery like Zhou Yu'an countless times, but he had never encountered such a difficult one. He thought about it, and asked along his own mind: "Then how do you feel now?"

The other side was silent for a while, and said with some complaints: "Doctor Zhong, do you only ask this question?"

Zhong Fuchu didn't think there was anything wrong with him, and asked, "Then what do you want me to say?"

"Well... For example, when will I be discharged from the hospital, when will the stitches be removed, will there be scars, will there be a recurrence...all of these are fine." The other side chatted a lot, obviously coming prepared.

Zhong Fuchu listened to him quietly, and after a while he said: "I will tell you about the problem you mentioned after the operation tomorrow."

The opposite party took a deep breath, seemed to be choked up and couldn't say anything, and finally said: "Alright then, we'll see you at the operation tomorrow."

Zhong Fuchu hummed, and wanted to hang up the phone, but the other party said, "I wish you a good night's sleep. I can entrust my health to you. Good night, Dr. Zhong."

There was only a busy tone on the phone, Zhong Fuchu looked at the phone, paused for a while, and then saved the caller number in the address book, the note was: Zhou Yu'an, bed number 42.

On bed No. 42 of the Thoracic Surgery Department of Hannan Hospital, Zhou Yuan covered his face with his hands after hanging up the phone.

Zhong Fuchu is so good-looking, he usually only pays attention to his face, and doesn't pay much attention to his voice, only to find out when he called, wow, it sounds really good.

He was secretly excited when the phone rang suddenly, he looked nervously and it turned out to be Xu Xing.

"Lolo, I have to catch a plane tomorrow to discuss a business. I'm really sorry that I can't accompany you to the operation. How about I hire you a temporary nurse?"

"Xu can't do it, I don't care about you anymore." Zhou Yu'an puffed up his face.

"Okay, okay, I can't. I'll arrange a full night service for senior nurses for you right now, do you think it's okay?"

"I don't want a nurse. I'm a miserable little white flower now. Don't make trouble for me and make me collapse."

"Bah, you are a cannibal overlord flower, the kind with thorns."

Zhou Yu'an hung up the phone without saying a word.