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Zhou Yu'an woke up early in the morning the next day, with his chest stuck to his back and hungry, waiting anxiously for Zhong Fuchu to come to the ward round to explain the operation, but only a nurse came in and said to him: "Your operation is in the third , and a few more hours."

Zhou Yu'an asked, "Where's Dr. Zhong?"

The nurse replied: "He is operating in the operating room. Dr. Zhong performed the first two operations of yours. He probably won't have time to come."

Zhou Yu'an was like a balloon that quickly leaked air, and became sluggish.

In the past, every time he was sick and hospitalized, his relatives and friends would come to see him. He had never been so lonely.He decided to hide this surgery himself, so he could only suffer from it.

He waited lonely on the bed for several hours, only waiting for Song Dixin to call him. The two chatted for about ten minutes.

"Yu'an, tell me the truth, you are not interested in Dr. Zhong, are you?" Zhou Yu'an still sought psychological counseling from him when he discovered his sexual orientation during college.

"Am I so obvious?" Zhou Yu'an sighed.

"You almost yelled in my ear with a trumpet." Song Dixin said helplessly, "I don't know him very well, but I think you two are actually quite inappropriate, and your personalities are too far apart."

He could only remind him vaguely in this way, fearing that Zhou Yu'an, a naive bastard with a lack of brain, would hurt Zhong Fuchu's heart.

"Where is it inappropriate? We designed it by nature, seamlessly, with one radish and one hole..." Zhou Yuan was unconvinced, and messy words were flying all over the sky.

"Do you still remember the radish you liked in college? Isn't it just a whim? Besides, you are sick and hospitalized now, and it is easy to feel dependent on your doctor, but that doesn't mean..."

Zhou Yu'an was listening to Teacher Song's earnest words, when he saw the door of the ward opened and Zhong Fuchu walked in.

He hurriedly said to Song Dixin: "Brother Xiaoxin, I'm going to have an operation, let's talk next time." Then he quickly hung up the phone and looked at Zhong Fuchu with bright eyes, as if he was not going to have an operation but to receive an award.

Zhong Fuchu seemed to have just come off the operating table, the sterile cap on his head had not been taken off, and he was wearing a sterile mask, only showing a pair of tired eyes, and said succinctly to him:

"Follow me to the operating room."

Zhou Yu'an was overjoyed, obediently followed Zhong Fuchu with the drainage bottle.

The operating room is on the first floor, they entered the elevator, Zhou Yu'an asked: "Doctor Zhong, how long will the operation take?"

"Usually more than an hour."

"Will I be awake during the surgery?"

"Under general anesthesia, you will sleep until the operation is over."

Zhou Yuan breathed a sigh of relief and at the same time regretted that he could not see Zhong Fuchu when he was undergoing surgery. Thinking that after he was discharged from the hospital, it would be even more difficult for the two to meet each other, he couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

Zhong Fuchu glanced at Zhou Yu'an's gloomy expression, lowered his voice and said, "It will pass soon."

Zhou Yu'an was stunned for a moment, then realized that Zhong Fuchu was comforting him, he became happy again, raised his head and smiled, "I'm not nervous at all."

With crooked eyes and shallow dimples, Zhong Fuchu glanced at him and said nothing.

But when Zhou Yuan was led to the operating room by Zhong Fuchu, he couldn't help gasping.

The operating room is very large and consists of multiple separate operating rooms, where many doctors are performing operations in full swing. At first glance, it looks like a large slaughterhouse.

Zhou Yu'an's face collapsed in an instant, he was led by the nurse to his own slaughtering platform, and he lay down on it with great difficulty.

While Zhong Fuchu went to the side to wash his hands and put on a sterile surgical gown and gloves, Li Huiting came up to help him put on a new sterile cap and mask.

They had just finished an operation before, and there was a period of rest in between. It is reasonable to say that Zhong Fuchu could take a rest for a while, but she went up and brought the patient down by herself. She was a little surprised and asked:

"Is there something wrong with the patient in bed 42?"

Zhong Fuchu shook his head, turned around and walked towards the operating table, Li Huiting had no choice but to follow.

Zhou Yu'an was lying on the operating table. The anesthetist was the same doctor who was intubated before. He bent his eyes and said with a smile, "Hi, we meet again. Today we provide general anesthesia service. You can have a good sleep."

"I won't sleep till night, will I?"

"No, sleep for about half an hour after the operation, and then you will be pushed to the anesthesia recovery room, which is full of people who are in a coma like you. When you wake up, a nurse will send you back to the ward. "

"From what you describe, why does it look so much like a mortuary??" Zhou Yu'an thought about that scene, feeling cold in his heart.

The anesthesiologist laughed for a while, and then said: "Oh, yes, if you are under general anesthesia, you may talk nonsense after waking up, so be careful that I overhear you."

Zhou Yu'an felt that he was joking, and also joked: "That's not okay, what should I do if I tell the bank card password?"

The anesthetist wanted to say something more, but seeing Zhong Fuchu approaching, he stopped talking and carefully prepared the anesthetic.

It was the first time Zhou Yu'an saw Zhong Fuchu wearing a green surgical gown, with only a pair of eyes exposed all over his body, he looked into it, the depth was bottomless, but he seemed to be able to see his figure in the light.

Zhong Fuchu didn't look at him, and concentrated on making preoperative preparations.

Everything in the operating room was in order, except for Zhou Yu'an's ups and downs, he stared at Zhong Fuchu for a while, and couldn't help but say:

"Doctor Zhong, will you leave after the operation? I don't want to stay alone in the morgue...anesthesia recovery room."

His eyes were big and round, and the corners of his eyes drooped slightly. At this time, there was something pitiful about him, which made it hard to refuse.

Zhong Fuchu lowered his head to look at him, but his eyes were indifferent, and he answered the wrong question: "Close your eyes."

In other words, shut him up.

Zhou Yu'an thought he was worried that he would be nervous with his eyes open, so he curled his mouth and said, "I'm not afraid."

Zhong Fuchu lowered his eyes and looked at him, without saying a word, he raised his head and let the anesthesiologist administer anesthesia.

The anesthesiologist injected the anesthetic into Zhou Yu'an's body, then picked up an anesthesia mask, and smiled at Zhou Yu'an: "Goodbye, dear friend."

Before Zhou Yu'an could react, he was covered with a mask, rolled his eyes and passed out.

This operation is not a major surgery that requires a thoracotomy. It only needs to make a small incision on the left chest wall and put a full thoracoscope in. The medical camera will project the situation in the chest cavity to a large display screen.

The surgeon would occasionally chat to relieve stress during the operation. Li Huiting was an assistant beside her. She stared at the display screen, which showed the color picture of Zhou Yuan's chest cavity, and said:

"The bullae can be photographed as a souvenir for him."

The anesthetist smiled and said, "It's better to let him see the bulla cut off by Dr. Zhong with his own eyes. It's rosy and shiny, and it's very beautiful."

Zhong Fuchu, who had been silent all this time, said at this time: "No need, he dare not look."

Li Huiting said with a smile: "Yu'an is really timid and afraid of pain, but he is handsome, I think he is very cute." She has been getting along with Zhou Yu'an these days.

The anesthesiologist took a look at Li Huiting and pretended to be jealous: "Miss, am I not cute? If it was between me and him, which one would you choose?"

Li Huiting rolled her eyes: "You are not as good-looking or cuter as him, of course I choose him."

Zhong Fuchu coughed lightly, and the two fell silent instantly.

More than an hour later, the operation was completed. It was almost noon, and all the operations scheduled in the morning were over.The nurses came up and pushed the hospital bed to the anesthesia recovery room. The doctors took off their surgical gowns, washed their hands and planned to go to lunch.

Li Huiting made an appointment with the anesthesiologist to go to the cafeteria, and seeing Zhong Fuchu was still there, she asked, "Isn't Dr. Zhong going to the cafeteria?"

Zhong Fuchu took a few sips of water, shook his head and said, "I'll go and have a look." Then he turned and walked towards the anesthesia recovery room.

The anesthesiologist smiled at Li Huiting, who was stunned, "Let me just say, Dr. Zhong is still going to see him."

In the anesthesia recovery room, there were many patients who were not yet awakened, and several nurses were looking after them. When they saw Zhong Fuchu coming in, they were surprised and said, "Doctor Zhong, is there something wrong with the operation?"

Zhong Fuchu walked to one of the beds and said, "It's okay, just to take a look." The nurse had no choice but to let go of her doubts and leave.

Zhou Yu'an was lying on the hospital bed with a peaceful expression, only her long curly eyelashes trembled occasionally.

In Zhong Fuchu's impression, this person is always talking, laughing, crying, speaking confidently, talking pitifully... Now that he finally calmed down, he felt that something was missing.

Like the larks at seven or eight o'clock, they scream violently on the windowsill, happily pecking at every clean sleep, but if they fly away, people feel that the morning is not the same morning.

The phone rang, it was Ye Lang's call.

"Fuchu, why didn't you come to the cafeteria?"

"You eat first, I have a patient here who has no one to take care of."

Ye Lang sighed: "There are so many nurses, why do you do it yourself." He paused, and then said: "It's too late and there's nothing left to eat in the cafeteria, how about this, I'll pack it up for you."

Zhong Fuchu thought for a while and said, "Let's make two copies, the patient hasn't eaten yet."

"Okay, I want to see which poor ghost it is, and the family doesn't come to take care of it after the operation."

Zhong Fuchu hung up the phone, stood by the hospital bed and watched the news on his mobile phone. After watching for a long time, he heard a soft hum. He looked down and found that Zhou Yu'an's eyelids rolled a few times, and he was about to wake up.

"Doctor Zhong?" Zhou Yu'an slightly opened his eyes, looking at Zhong Fuchu in confusion.

Seemingly conscious, Zhong Fuchu planned to push the bed back to the ward, but the nurse at the side came up to help with winks, but he refused.

"Doctor Zhong, where are you taking me to play?" Zhou Yu'an tried hard to open his eyes, but the eyelids were so heavy that they were about to close again.

Zhong Fuchu ignored his nonsense, and pushed the hospital bed out of the anesthesia and recovery room. He is tall and has long legs, so it is very easy to push, just like pushing a shopping cart in a supermarket.

"Driver, you are driving too fast! Can you slow down?" Zhou Yu'an said in surprise.

"..." People in the corridor looked over one after another. Driver Zhong pushed the hospital bed into the special elevator, and heaved a sigh of relief after quickly closing the elevator door.

There was no one else in the elevator, Zhou Yu'an looked at the elevator light on the top of the circle in a daze, and then turned to see Zhong Fuchu standing aside, he was confused for a while, and asked:

"Doctor Zhong? Are you here for rounds?"

Zhong Fuchu looked down at him and hummed perfunctorily.

The lights of the elevator were a bit strong, Zhou Yuan squinted his eyes, and suddenly said:

"Do you want to know my bank card password?"

Zhong Fuchu received a text message, and while reading it, he casually replied: "I don't want to."

"The password is my birthday reversed."

"..." Zhong Fuchu was thinking about whether he could use something to plug his mouth.

Zhou Yu'an suddenly asked again: "Do you have a girlfriend? If not, I'll introduce you to one. Apart from gender, everything else is fine."

Zhong Fuchu continued to look at the phone and ignored him.

Zhou Yu'an didn't hear any response, so he was quiet for two seconds, and then said:

"I think Brother Xiaoxin is wrong."

Zhong Fuchu didn't react, and asked unconsciously: "What's wrong?"

"He said that we are not suitable, and I firmly oppose it." Zhou Yuan wrinkled his nose.

With a sound of "ding", the elevator door opened, and Zhong Fuchu pushed Zhou Yuan to the ward.

"I think we are super suitable, what do you think?" Zhou Yu'an continued.

"Inappropriate." Zhong Fuchu couldn't help but said.

"Yes, I think it's appropriate too." Zhou Yu'an didn't listen at all.

Zhong Fuchu stopped talking, he saw Ye Lang coming with a lunch box.

Ye Lang walked over to look at Zhou Yu'an, saw that his eyes were open, thought he was awake, and said, "Hello, I'm Ye Lang."

"We are perfect, a match made in heaven, right Dr. Zhong?"

Ye Lang looked at Zhong Fuchu with a look of astonishment, the latter turned his head away and said, "Don't pay attention to him."