The story that Qin Fu and Jiang Huai listened to

Qin Fu looked coldly at the doctor across the table who just got off work from the hospital.

The doctor rolled his eyes in his heart, what the hell, and showed his face to the attending doctor.

The doctor took off his glasses, wiped them, put them on again, and stretched out his hand to Qin Fu, saying, "Let's get to know each other again, Han Zhao, Jiang Huai's friend."

Friends, not boyfriends, Qin Fu looked slightly relaxed.

"And the current attending physician." Han Zhao added abruptly seeing Qin Fu's sigh of relief.

Current attending physician?A trace of doubt flashed in Qin Fu's eyes.He still stretched out his hand and shook Han Zhao lightly, "Hello..."

Han Zhao picked up the coffee cup on the table and interrupted him with a slight smile, "You don't need to introduce, except for Jiang Huai, I guess I know your situation best."

Qin Fu frowned slightly, he didn't like this feeling, he didn't know anything, and he was facing someone who seemed to know everything, and this person didn't seem to be able to provoke him yet.

Seeing the trace of displeasure on Qin Fu's face, Han Zhao didn't mind at all. He put down the cup in his hand, clasped his hands on the table, looked at Qin Fu and said, "I've known you for a long time too."

"Are we friends?" Qin Fu asked him suspiciously.

"No." Han Zhao simply denied it.

"You were my patient five years ago." Han Zhao went on to say, "At that time, you also suffered a serious head injury, and you were in a coma for several months. Later, you recovered but your brain was not working well. It lasted until the recent The car accident may have been a blessing in disguise for you, and your physical condition is much better now than before, as for other things..." Han Zhao paused, then continued, "It should also be better than before."

Qin Fu frowned slightly, Han Zhao's words were not what he most wanted to know. "Who is Jiang Huai Ting? Why are you treating him now? What's wrong with him?" Qin Fu asked directly.

After hearing these words, Han Zhao showed an inexplicable smile, as if he had been waiting for Qin Fu to ask.

"Do you want to see him?" Han Zhao asked suddenly.

Qin Fu was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect Han Zhao to say that suddenly. Ever since he heard that it was Han Zhaoqi who answered the phone yesterday, Qin Fu felt uncomfortable. He thought that Han Zhao might stop him from seeing him, but he didn't expect it to go so smoothly.

"En?" Seeing that Qin Fu didn't respond, Han Zhao raised his eyebrows and continued to ask.

"I don't know if it's suitable now." Qin Fu said slowly, "Seeing him now is probably the same as seeing a brand new stranger. I don't know... what attitude to use, and what kind of relationship we had before. what happened……"

In fact, Qin Fu also knew in his heart that he could meet Jiang Huai with the attitude of being polite to strangers, but he didn't want to.Although he knows only a handful of things in his heart now, He Mi, his mother, and Han Zhao are all telling himself intentionally or unintentionally that Jiang Huai is a very important person.He didn't want to treat a person who spent so much painting for himself with the attitude of treating strangers, not to mention, he seemed to be sick.

Hearing Qin Fu's words, Han Zhao said with a dazed expression, "He knows you'll be happy when you say that..." But then he thought, it's not once or twice that you treat him like a stranger, but Han Zhao didn't say that Say it.

Han Zhao turned his head and looked out of the glass, facing the hospital gate, and could see the building of the inpatient department from a distance. Han Zhao fixed his eyes on a window and said slowly, "Jianghuai is your lover... "

After Han Zhao finished talking, the coffee on the table was already cold. Qin Fu listened to what Han Zhao said in silence. He raised his head and looked at the building of the inpatient department. The foothold, just like the days since he was discharged from the hospital, he still feels that he can't find a sense of steadfastness and has nowhere to go.

"Qin Fu!" Han Zhao stared at the coffee cup on the table and said, "I've told you almost everything I know, but this is not your memory, it's mine. I'm just a doctor, and I can only treat your illness Look good, but it's up to you to get back what you lost, whether it's memory or people."

After finishing speaking, Han Zhao took out a mobile phone from his bag, put it on the table and pushed it to Qin Fu, "Jianghuai listened to it, you can give it to him."

Qin Fu hadn't recovered from Han Zhao's words just now, he stared blankly at the mobile phone on the table, the screen had already exploded and cracked, it should have been hit by a car accident, and there were some dirt in the gap The dirty thing was black, Qin Fu suddenly grabbed it and held it in the palm of his hand, his eyes were swollen, and he felt sad for a while.

"I think..." Qin Fu's voice became hoarse, "Go and see him first..."