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In the ward, Zhou Yu'an fell asleep again, and Ye Lang looked at the extra box of lunch he had packed, and said helplessly, "It seems that the beating was for nothing."

Zhong Fuchu glanced at Zhou Yu'an who was sleeping soundly on the bed, and said softly: "He has plenty of food here, he won't be hungry."

Ye Lang wasn't actually worried that Zhou Yu'an had nothing to eat. He looked at Zhong Fuchu and asked curiously, "You seem to know him very well? Have you known each other before?" In my impression, Zhong Fuchu seldom had private conversations with patients. contacts.

Zhong Fuchu was silent for a while, and found a suitable reason: "He is Song Dixin's junior."

Ye Lang suddenly said: "So that's how it is." After a pause, he asked, "How do you get along with Dr. Song? Has he been to your house once before?"

Zhong Fuchu was ambiguous: "It's okay."

Ye Lang knew that they had made no substantial progress, and he felt a little complicated.

He accompanied Zhong Fuchu in his office after lunch before going back.

A rainstorm started inexplicably in the summer afternoon, Zhong Fuchu moved the green plants on the window sill back to the table, he stared at the green in front of him, thinking about what Zhou Yuan said on the hospital bed.

He is not completely dull, and he can feel his love for other men and women to some extent, but those flying emotions are just froth to him, not worth watching.

People in pain are prone to attachment to rescuers beyond pain.

But these enthusiasms ebb and flow like floods, coming and going without a shadow.He was not in the mood to pay attention to Zhou Yu'an's whim.

Zhou Yuan woke up again not long after he fell asleep. When he woke up, he found that there was no one in the ward except him.

No excitement, no hospitality, only the damn drainage bottle still attached to him.

He opened WeChat, and Li Huiting sent him a picture with the caption: "Your bullae".

The blood red in the photo startled him. He sent an emoji with running water pouring into his eyes, and replied: "It looks like a fish bubble, it's disgusting. Fortunately, I didn't see the real thing."

Li Huiting replied: "Doctor Zhong said you dare not read it, so we didn't plan to show it to you."

Zhou Yu'an smiled, and replied: "Doctor Zhong is the little roundworm in my stomach!"

Just smiling, the little roundworm opened the door of the ward and walked in.

Zhou Yu'an's eyes lit up first, then darkened again, like a light turned on and off, his tone was a bit sad, and the ending sound was very long:

"When I woke up there was no one there."

This is acting like a baby without a stand. Everyone in the hospital has their own job, and no one can make a special trip to accompany him.

Zhong Fuchu pursed his lips slightly, as if he wanted to justify something, but in the end he just said: "The drainage tube will be taken the day after tomorrow, and we must continue to pay attention to it in the next two days. The diet must be light."

Zhou Yu'an let out a listless sigh, and asked, "Then when will I be discharged from the hospital?"

"Four days later." Zhong Fuchu looked at him with a frustrated face, and continued: "If you recover quickly, you can do it a day earlier."

Zhou Yu'an turned his head to look at Zhong Fuchu, wondering: "Why do you have to advance? I don't want to advance."

Zhong Fuchu was startled, and then heard him continue: "I want to stay longer, because I..." Zhou Yu'an's usual slick tongue suddenly got stuck, Zhong Fuchu looked down at him, and pressed his fingers on the edge of the bed on the railing.

"Because I don't want to work! Xu Xing is a capitalist who squeezes me, a proletarian worker, to work for him after leaving the hospital. It's better to lie down comfortably in the hospital."

Zhou Yu'an looked at Zhong Fuchu with a smile, but found that Zhong Fuchu looked a little disappointed?

Zhong Fuchu turned his gaze away and warned: "Even after you leave the hospital, you should not overwork, let alone do strenuous exercise. You'd better tell your friend clearly."

Zhou Yu'an raised his face and nodded obediently, Zhong Fuchu's appearance of patiently exhorting him was completely gone from his usual indifference, as if he was his elder brother.

On a whim, he asked, "Hey, Doctor Zhong, do you have a younger brother?"

Zhong Fuchu's face instantly turned cold, and the little softness disappeared.

"No."

The answer was short and crisp, as if denying something that disgusted him.

Zhou Yu'an was baffled, just about to ask him what's wrong, Zhong Fuchu turned and walked out.

Did he say something wrong?Zhou Yu'an couldn't figure it out, but he asked a trivial question, why did Zhong Fuchu react so strongly?

When Zhong Fuchu returned to the office, Li Huiting found that his complexion was not very good, and she felt a little uneasy, but she still came up and whispered: "Doctor Zhong, Director Shao and the family members of bed No. 23 had a quarrel."

Shao Fengwen is the director of the Thoracic Surgery Department. He is a bit rigid and stubborn. Some time ago, he resisted all opinions and accepted a male lung cancer patient who was transferred from the county hospital below. The patient was nearly 80 years old, his lung cancer had reached stage IIIa, and he had lymph node metastasis. Surgery is risky.

A few days ago, Shao Fengwen performed a thoracotomy, and the result of the operation was a success, but today the family members suddenly clamored to be transferred to another hospital.

"The family members think that the hospitalization fees here are too expensive, and the hospital does not arrange nursing beds for the family members, clamoring to be transferred back to the county hospital." Li Huiting said.

Zhong Fuchu frowned even more when he heard the words. The patient in bed 23 is not in a good condition, and it is not suitable to be transferred to another hospital. The family members are making such a fuss, and they just want to be cheap and save the hospitalization fee. He asked in a deep voice:

"now what?"

Li Huiting sighed and said: "Director Shao is also angry, so he simply told them to turn around. I heard that they are already on their way back."

Zhong Fuchu didn't agree with it in his heart. If something went wrong when he went back, the family members might have to hold Hannan Hospital accountable, but now that it's done, he can't.

"One more thing. Grandpa Lu just woke up for a while, and his condition is better than before." Li Huiting knew that Zhong Fuchu had been taking care of the seriously ill old man. Appear.

"I'll go and see him." Zhong Fuchu's expression improved a lot when he heard that, he glanced at the piano case in the corner, turned around and walked out in a hurry.

Li Huiting breathed a sigh of relief. Her teacher is good at everything, but she is always cold, making it difficult to see through her mood.

She remembered that when she first entered Hannan Hospital as an intern last year, she was assigned to Zhong Fuchu to take care of her, which made other female interns envious.

But soon she found that it was not as beautiful as she had imagined. Zhong Fuchu was extremely strict and couldn't tolerate any sand in his eyes. He didn't know how to curse, but as long as he looked at her, she would be terrified.

She practiced here for a year, and she rarely saw Zhong Fuchu gathering or talking with other doctors. He only regarded his work as work, and he was absolutely responsible for the patients, but he didn't have any more interactions, except for the children and the elderly. Very gentle, others are treated equally.

When it was time to get off work, a tall young woman appeared at the door of the thoracic surgery office. Li Huiting was about to go out when she looked up and saw her. She was stunned and asked politely, "Hello, who are you looking for?"

The woman's makeup was exquisite, but it couldn't hide her gaunt face. She lifted the corner of her mouth and smiled, and asked, "Is Dr. Zhong Fuchu here? I'm his college classmate, Chen Mufei."

The first time Li Huiting saw Zhong Fuchu had a friend other than Ye Lang come to him, she was a beautiful classmate, and said enthusiastically, "Wait a minute, Dr. Zhong is undergoing surgery and will be back soon."

Chen Mufei sat down on the chair with a small bag, and Li Huiting poured her a glass of water.

Gossip spread like wildfire, and gossip news was the loudest. Hannan Hospital was originally an affiliated hospital of Wenhua University.What's more, Zhong Fuchu has always been the center of women's gossip, and a little trouble can quickly start a prairie fire.

When Zhong Fuchu returned to the office and saw Chen Mufei, the latter had become his rumored ex-girlfriend.

It is indeed an ex-girlfriend. They dated briefly for a month when they were in college. Back then, the medical department knew about the love history of this pair of courtyard grass and courtyard flower.

Seeing him coming in, Chen Mufei quickly stood up, brushed her hair and said with a smile: "Fuchu, long time no see, do you remember me?"

Zhong Fuchu didn't show surprise or surprise, and said flatly: "How are you doing recently?"

Chen Mufei didn't mind his indifference, she just smiled wryly, as if her life was not going well, she said, "Do you have time tonight? I want to treat you to dinner."

Zhong Fuchu agreed, since he was a classmate after all, he knew that Chen Mufei must be asking him for something urgent.

In the evening, Zhou Yu'an ordered takeaway by himself, but the deliveryman lost his way among the complicated hospital corridors, so he had to go out to find it by himself.

The takeaway guy was a young man who was not proficient at work on the first day of work. When he saw Zhou Yu'an coming over wearing a hospital gown and carrying a drainage bottle, he was shocked, bowed and said sorry several times, and nearly fell to his knees.

A lot of people around looked over, making Zhou Yu'an very embarrassed, as if he made things difficult on purpose.

"It's okay, who hasn't had the first time? Besides, I have no problem with my actions. Look, I'm still alive and kicking."

As he spoke, he raised his arms and jumped a few times, but the sudden pain caused his face to contort for a moment.

"Zhou Yu'an!"

Zhou Yu'an was startled by the sudden voice, he turned his head to look, Zhong Fuchu was walking towards him, followed by a bright woman.

Zhong Fuchu stood in front of him, staring at him condescendingly, the anger in his cold eyes was clear, and his words were a lesson: "You just want to stay in the hospital for a few more days?!"

Zhou Yu'an didn't see Zhong Fu lose his temper at first, he was stunned for a moment, he opened his eyes wide, and said blankly: "Yes." Didn't he just want to stay for a few more days?

As a result, seeing Zhong Fuchu's face became even more stinky with his own eyes, his shoulders shrank, and he didn't dare to speak, only to remember that Zhong Fuchu had told him many times not to move around, and the few times he jumped was obviously arrested. with.

Seeing this posture, the delivery man's legs went limp, and he said tremblingly, "This takeaway..." He held the takeaway in both hands, hesitating who to give it to.

Zhong Fuchu directly took it over, glanced at the order above, his eyes suddenly became more gloomy, he took a step closer to Zhou Yu'an, and his tone was cold and sharp:

"Malatang? Didn't I tell you that the diet should be light?!"

Zhou Yu'an was quietly observing the woman next to Zhong Fuchu. She was good-looking and in good shape, and she was looking at Zhong Fuchu "with affection".

He didn't know where he felt sullen, and he raised his chin and retorted: "I made a note that it's not spicy, and I added red dates in it, it's very healthy!" His eyes widened, and he was clearly righteous.

Chen Mufei couldn't help laughing, lightly grabbed Zhong Fuchu's sleeve, and said in a warm voice: "Fuchu, don't be angry." After saying that, she winked at the delivery man, who ran away in a hurry.

The tone and posture seemed to be that of Zhong Fuchu's wife who just entered the door. Zhou Yu'an clenched his fists and stood upright like a door panel, which was almost a door god.

Chen Mufei said softly to Zhou Yuan again: "Fuchu is also caring about you, just pay more attention in the future."

"He doesn't care about his body, who cares?"

Zhong Fuchu's tone was indifferent, he stared at Zhou Yu'an with serious eyes, seeing that he didn't make a sound, he knew that he was being angry, so he smiled angrily.

Zhou Yu'an raised his head abruptly, his eyes flushed.

He was not happy when he woke up after the operation. Zhong Fuchu's face was inexplicably black before, but now he was attacking him in front of a suspicious woman. He was very wronged and said loudly:

"The people who care about me are ranked from here to ***, and you are not missing!"

Zhong Fuchu looked into Zhou Yu'an's red eyes, was stunned for a moment, the anger on his face faded a lot, and said coldly: "Go back to the ward."

Zhou Yu'an lowered his eyelashes, picked up his drainage bottle and strode away, even his back was puffed up, like a walking puffer fish.

Zhong Fuchu watched him walk to the end of the corridor before turning around and throwing the takeaway in his hand into the trash can.

Looking at his expression, Chen Mufei thought that Zhong Fuchu had changed a lot after not seeing him for so many years.

The Zhong Fuchu in her memory was very indifferent to everything. The whole court knew that she was chasing him back then, he was going to die or live. In the end, Zhong Fuchu agreed to try together, but it was a pity that in less than a month he So they broke up. During this period, they didn't look like a pair of lovers at all. She was not as attractive to him as a medical book.

In the restaurant near the hospital, Chen Mufei tried hard to talk about some memories from her college days. Seeing that Zhong Fuchu was not in the mood, she simply got to the point:

"Fuchu, my father was diagnosed with a malignant tumor of the mediastinum some time ago. The doctor said that there is little hope for a cure. I am thinking of your thoracic surgery department at Hannan Hospital. My family is willing to give everything to cure my father's illness, or... to extend it for a few more years."

Chen Mufei said that she couldn't control her emotions afterward. The anguish and pain of these days couldn't help showing up in front of her former lover. She stretched out her hand to suppress the tears from the corners of her eyes.

Zhong Fuchu handed her a tissue, asked some specific diagnostic information, and made a rough judgment in his heart.

Malignant tumors of the mediastinum are not easy to treat. The tumors contain many large blood vessels and spread quickly. The course of the disease is generally short, and Chen Mufei's father's tumor has already developed to an advanced stage.

Zhong Fuchu reassured: "In any case, I still have to try my best. I will help you arrange a bed, and contact the experienced doctors in the hospital to study it. The sooner you transfer to the hospital, the better."

Chen Mufei didn't expect him to agree so quickly, and promised to arrange everything, she looked at Zhong Fuchu with some surprise, there was a bit of anticipation and enthusiasm in her eyes that she didn't realize.

"Fuchu, how can I thank you..."

However, Zhong Fuchu seemed to understand her expression in an instant. His eyes were distant and his tone was cold. "If it were other students, I would do the same. You don't have to thank me."

The eagerness in Chen Mufei's eyes gradually cooled down, she put on a decent smile again, and said, "It's better to be an old classmate."

Zhong Fuchu is like this, he has clear boundaries with everyone, and doesn't give others any hope.If he is ruthless, he never plays with people's feelings. If he is affectionate, he has never seen him worrying about anyone, never forgetting.

At the end of the dinner, Zhong Fuchu rejected Chen Mufei's request to pay the bill, and asked the waiter to pack another light meal, and paid for it himself.

"Is it bringing food for the family?" Chen Mufei didn't know anything about Zhong Fuchu's current life, and thought he already had a family, so she couldn't help asking.

Zhong Fuchu said: "No, it's for patients."

Chen Mufei was stunned, thinking of the young man who was reprimanded by Zhong Fuchu in the hospital just now, and asked: "Is it for the patient who ordered takeaway just now? He doesn't seem to have dinner." The dinner was thrown away by Zhong Fuchu .

Zhong Fuchu nodded, and said, "It's inconvenient for him to be hospitalized alone." His tone was much more casual than when he spoke to her just now.

Chen Mufei smiled, Zhong Fuchu hadn't changed, he was still as hard-spoken and soft-hearted.