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Come up.

He Qing shook his head: "No, you two have your own problems."

He Zhuohong smiled with relief.

"You've grown up," he said, "and there were things you couldn't understand. Do you remember the operation I was punished for?"

He Qing nodded. He Zhuohong was investigated because of a surgical error, and the whole hospital knew about it.That was the beginning of his nights out and repeated complaints.

He Zhuohong said: "I am not responsible for that operation."

He Qing's hand holding the cup suddenly tightened.

He Zhuohong didn't go any further. He Qing is in his 20s, and he understands what he should understand after talking so much today.

The last sentence He Zhuohong said during that meal was "Take good care of your mother from now on".

The author has something to say:

The contradiction between doctors and patients has existed for so many years, please do not substitute into the third dimension.

Every field has light and dark sides, please do not substitute into three dimensions.

Everyone is complicated, and so is He Zhuohong. He has difficulties, but he did give up on becoming a good doctor.

He Qinghui is braver and stronger than him.

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## Chapter 70

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People still can't curse themselves for being sick. Lin Weizhen lay on the bed, feeling like he was burning into a fireball.On the way home from the hospital that night, he coughed uncontrollably. When he woke up the next day, he was obviously dizzy.

But he couldn't let go of He Qing's state, and always wanted to spend more time with him.

"Don't come here," He Qing said on the phone, "I'll find you tomorrow."

"No," Lin Weizhen's nasal voice was heavy, and he sounded pitiful, "Then I won't see you today, I'm going."

He Qing was helpless, and was afraid that he would run over because he was really sick, and the trip would definitely make things worse.He coaxed softly: "Then I'll go at night, don't run around."

Lin Weizhen didn't insist anymore when he got the words, mainly because he really didn't have the energy to toss about, and he slept in the dark at home.He Qing went to the door and pressed the doorbell for 5 minutes, but no one came to open it. He frowned subconsciously. Just as he was about to make a call, he heard the door lock "click".

Lin Weizhen leaned on the wall and smiled at him: "It's so late, I thought you wouldn't come."

"It's not easy to change the evening shift," He Qing turned around and locked the door, "Why didn't I promise you..."

Before he finished speaking, Lin Weizhen suddenly approached from behind, leaning his chin on He Qing's shoulder, and said softly, "I've been waiting for a long time."

The breath is hot, the face is hot, and the person is also hot.He Qing felt that something was wrong, so he quickly turned around and raised his hand to touch Lin Weizhen's forehead, his face sank: "How much?"

Lin Weizhen was dizzy and his brain became dull. After thinking for a while, he said, "I measured 38 in the morning."

He Qing directly threw the bag on the ground, dragged him into the room, and saw the thermometer on the table again.The thermometer is old-fashioned, and I haven't thrown it back yet. After a closer look, it is indeed 38 degrees.

He Qing handed it over: "Measure again."

Lin Weizhen bit his lip, took a sneak peek at He Qing, then lowered his head and muttered, "Why are you so fierce?"

He was already sick, and his whole body was wilting, and it seemed even more pitiful to say this.He Qing said "I don't have one" stuck in his throat and swallowed it back, softened his tone, and repeated: "Can you measure it again?"

Lin Weizhen was amused by this serious deception, and simply pushed forward: "Then come here."

He Qing responded to every request at the moment, squatted down and got closer, and could see his own shadow in Lin Weizhen's eyes.

"You estimate it's over 38 degrees now," He Qing said, "It's easy to burn at night, so let's measure it again."

Lin Weizhen looked at him and smiled, then took He Qing's face with both hands, and kissed directly on the forehead: "Good darling."

A very hot kiss, like a child's prank.

He Qing was stunned for two seconds, and when he recovered, he saw that Lin Weizhen had already clamped the thermometer under his armpit, and was taking out his mobile phone to set the countdown.

He Qing lowered his head and smiled, thinking: "I still have the mind to do this, I'm not stupid."

After a few minutes, He Qing couldn't laugh anymore, and the thermometer showed 38 degrees nine, and if he continued like this, he would have to go to the hospital.

He Qing said, "Have you taken any medicine since you had a fever?"

He Qing's complexion is not very good, now it's Lin Weizhen who has a guilty conscience, poor one who has a high fever and has to find a way to coax others: "I didn't eat, I thought I could resist it."

He Qing asked again "Did you have dinner tonight", and the answer was still "No".

It's not realistic to be able to eat like this.

He Qing was helpless and distressed. Before he could say the next sentence, Lin Weizhen said first: "Didn't I wait for Bian Que to come and treat me?"

He Qing's thoughtful words were blocked again, and he opened his mouth several times without saying anything, thinking: "Bian Que is so mad at you."

Lin Weizhen was forced into the quilt, and honestly explained his diet and movement trajectory before and after the fever.

In fact, it is not a big problem. The temperature difference between morning and evening is large in this season. If you are a little tired, you will easily catch a cold and have a fever.He Qing went to boil a pot of water first, poured it into a cup to dry, and then asked Lin Weizhen if he had antipyretics at home.

Lin Weizhen thought for a while: "I forgot where to put the three drawers on the lower left of the bookcase. I don't usually get sick..."

Unconvincing sophistry.

"The last night," He Qing said in an unquestionable tone, "If you still have the fever tomorrow, go to the hospital."

Lin Weizhen let out an aggrieved "Oh".

He Qing was angry while thinking that he couldn't let this person live by himself for a long time, and it would be fine to cook nine out of ten meals as dark dishes. After all, there is a school cafeteria now, and the company should also have a cafeteria after work.But what's the point of tossing around like this if you don't watch yourself carry it when you're sick?

There were indeed three drawers at the bottom left of the bookcase, and He Qing opened them one by one. The first one didn't have antipyretics, but was full of sundries, including glasses cases, small notepads, utility knives, and rulers.The second drawer is full of documents, densely printed in French on A4 paper, some are ordered, some are in bulk, several empty document bags are pressed underneath, and there are no traces of antipyretics.

It should be the last one. He Qing opened it while thinking, and found a small medicine box. The medicine box is transparent. At a glance, there are Ganmaoling Granules and common anti-inflammatory drugs.

He Qing took out the medicine box and was about to close the drawer when he suddenly saw a notebook.

"To He Qing" is written on the notebook.

Those three words were written in pencil, as if they had been traced several times.The book is very old, it looks like it has been used for more than three or five years, there are many small notes inside, some of the notes are half pressed inside, and the other half is exposed, it is like poking your head, baring its teeth and claws to seduce He Clear curiosity.

He Qing took a few deep breaths, forced himself to close the drawer, but couldn't resist pulling it open.

The closest people also have their own space. He is very clear that he never asks Lin Weizhen about some things.It's not a gentleman's way to look at other people's things without permission.

But He Qing was too curious, and the thought of "just flipping through it" couldn't get rid of in his mind, and didn't the cover say "To He Qing"?

Does it mean that I can watch it sooner or later?

As if being possessed by something else, He Qing gently raised his hand and flipped a page casually.

"2XXX, March 3th."

He Qing held his breath subconsciously. This time was the third year of high school, and Lin Weizhen, who wrote this page, was in the third year of high school.

"Write a three-line poem today."

"I told myself,

When I miss you, I brush the questions,

So I brush the questions every day. "

He Qing was amused by the earthy smell coming to his face.After being together for so long, he almost forgot that Lin Weizhen had a long period of unrequited love before he confessed his love to each other.The old book suddenly became heavier, and it was full of sincerity, which was never dusted by the years.

"2XXX, March 8th."

"It's still 10 minutes before the departure of the high-speed rail. Fortunately, there is no need to separate each other by a thousand kilometers."

It was the first time to take the high-speed train to S City, and the ideals and loved ones were all in that place.

"2XXX, March 1th."

This day is very long, and there are a few excerpts from books in the middle.He Qing suddenly realized that the world in Lin Weizhen's eyes might be different.

He found it very novel.

"It's almost Chinese New Year, my aunt is watching a medical drama at home every night, Zhang Zixuan is not interested, so let me watch it with her.

In fact, I really want to watch it, and I really want to know what doctors do every day.

Patients regard doctors as gods, but doctors are too helpless. I can only guess the mood of doctors or medical students. They will probably be confused sometimes.

To a certain extent, doctors are indeed gods, gods who fight against death.There are successes and failures in the struggle, and there will be too many obstacles from external forces in society.But they are still not ordinary. Every time they save a person, it seems that there is an extra star in the sky.

The doctor himself is also a star, the sky is full of stars, and the world will be brighter.

He Qing is also a person who wants to be a star. "

To be a star.

Lin Weizhen's voice unconsciously appeared in He Qing's ear, as if he was not reading this passage, but Lin Weizhen told him with a smile at that time: "He Qing, you are my star."

The suppressed pain in the past few days suddenly dissipated a lot. The words "my heart is cold, I can't continue to study" and "I'm not a target" are getting farther and farther away from him, and even the meal I just had with He Zhuohong It's as far away as my previous life.

I can't fucking learn anymore.

People always have to look forward.

What's more, there is Lin Weizhen in front of that road.

He Qing's heart was sore and warm, he closed the book without turning it back, and carefully put it back to its original place.He opened the medicine box, and there were indeed fever-reducing tablets in it, but they had expired.

He Qing slowly