New year greeting

When Song Xinyuan was about to go further, Feng Deng grabbed his neck, pressed him on the sofa, and said with blood in his mouth, "You still haven't made any progress. You only think about this kind of thing in your mind, and you have grown a head for nothing."

"pain."

Song Xinyuan groaned, tears quickly filled his eyes, and the tears kept sliding down the corners of his eyes into his temples, his nose was red, and he looked extremely pitiful.

Feng Deng caught a glimpse of blood on the gauze on Song Xinyuan's left arm, which was pressed by himself.He let go of his hand, stood up and said, "It's up to you."

These four words not only mocked Song Xinyuan's absurd behavior at the moment, but also insinuated that Song Xinyuan helped him block the knife.

"Yes, I asked for it myself," Song Xinyuan asked meaningfully, "Will you make me feel more uncomfortable?"

In an instant, the atmosphere became ambiguous.Feng Deng felt that Song Xinyuan was hopeless, so he still seduced himself at such a time.

Song Xinyuan seemed to know what he was thinking, and sat up cross-legged, showing a shameless smile: "Anyway, you are short of someone, and your occupation is special, and you don't usually have time to find someone. Why don't you consider me? During the few months I've been staying here , play whatever you want, don’t worry about me pestering you, and I’ll break up with you when I leave.”

If Zhao Yan were here, he would definitely be anxious for him: Brother Xinyuan, you are too stupid to chase people like this, you are too stupid to love!

It's a pity that Song Xinyuan forgot to consult a love expert. He thought he had nothing but his body, so he went in the wrong direction.

"How many people have you looked for? Have you taken protective measures?" Feng Deng's face was cold, with disgust in his tone, "I thought you were different from Song Yanqing, but it turned out that I overestimated you."

"I can find whoever I like. I find 365 men a year, day and night, can you control me? Why do you interfere with my private life? Who are you?" Song Xinyuan heard Feng Deng mention his father, and asked Unhappy, he snapped back like a cannonball, and added later, "You left me first." He choked up with sobs, his eyes turned red, as if he had been greatly wronged.

Feng Deng heard that he was talking angry, and his expression softened a little: "Before doing things, think about your mother."

"Don't be hypocritical, you know very well that my mother died a long time ago." Song Xinyuan looked at him suspiciously, "Why, do you want to be my mother?"

"..." Feng Deng reconfirmed that Song Xinyuan did not come to get back with him, but to find fault with him, "It's unreasonable."

"You are the only one who can use idioms? I can, too. It's unbelievable, irresponsible, malicious, no—"

Feng Deng covered Song Xinyuan's mouth with his hand, half of his face under his palm was soft and wet, and the owner of the face glared at him angrily.Suddenly, he felt numb in the palm of his hand and put it down reflexively.

The strange touch woke him up, he calmed down for a moment, and found that he was arguing with Song Xinyuan, and almost lost his mind, he thought, he couldn't stay with Song Xinyuan anymore, otherwise he would be abducted into the ditch by Song Xinyuan without knowing it.He turned around and was about to go back to the room, at this moment, Song Xinyuan's cell phone rang, and it happened to be on the coffee table next to him.

"Whose phone number?" Song Xinyuan asked lying down.

Feng Deng squinted at him: "It's Director Kong."

"Help me bring it here, my hand hurts."

One of his arms was broken, and the other was injured because of Feng Deng. Even though he was pretending to be pitiful, he was arrogant.Feng Deng glanced at his bleeding wound, sat back down again, handed him the phone, and helped him get through the call by the way.

Song Xinyuan pressed the speakerphone and greeted Kong Zhuo: "Hey, Director Kong, how are you doing?"

His voice was clear and peaceful, without a trace of fragility, and he was a different person from before.Feng Deng suddenly remembered that Song Xinyuan was an actor with many faces, and he didn't know which side was real and which side was acted out.

"It's okay, Xiao Song, it is said that you were injured again, are you okay?" Kong Zhuo asked.

"It's okay, it's almost fine." Song Xinyuan opened his eyes and said nonsense.

"That's it. I'm calling to tell you that the shooting location for the exterior scene has been confirmed. It's in a county in Qianyang City. It's closer to the hospital, so you don't have to run around. The house has been built, the props are complete, and the other characters are ready. Once the actors are settled, when the funds are in place, we can find a good day to start the film.”

"Surgical Storm" has two filming locations, one is the interior, which was mainly shot in the sub-district of the Affiliated Hospital of Qianyang University; the other is the exterior, which needs to find another location.

Kong Zhuo continued: "I heard from Jia Yingjun that your 20-day internship results are very good, so I want to shorten your study period from three months to two months, and in the remaining month, I will conduct intensive training with everyone. what do you think?"

Song Xinyuan naturally didn't dare to have an opinion. After all, if he stayed for one more day, he wasted one more day of funds. But this news was bad news for him, because in this way, he and Feng Deng would only have forty days left to live together, but his revenge The plan went nowhere.

"Very good, I also want to meet up with you soon." Song Xinyuan said with a strong smile.Feng Deng kept staring at him, and found that his expression had changed, but his voice remained the same.

"Okay, have you memorized all the lines? The lines of medical dramas are hard to memorize. Work harder. If there is anything you don't understand, ask Dr. Feng. He is an expert. By the way, is Dr. Feng by your side?"

"Memorize it, he's here." Song Xinyuan handed the phone to Feng Deng.

"Hello, Director Kong, I'm Feng Deng."

"Hey, Dr. Feng, I'm sorry to disturb you so late. I don't know how you get along with Xinyuan. He didn't cause you any trouble, did he? If he's doing something wrong, you can just teach him."

Feng Deng raised his head, met Song Xinyuan's gaze, and replied, "Okay."

"After Xinyuan recovers, I would like to trouble Dr. Feng to teach Xinyuan to perform operations, teach him to direct assistants and nurses, and teach him to treat patients. Our script has a lot of operations. If he enters the set without learning how to operate, he will definitely die. It's a joke, so please take care of it."

"You don't need to be polite, this is my job."

"Thanks, that's it for now. We'll meet and talk when we have time."

"Ah."

Kong Zhuo nagged Song Xinyuan a few words before hanging up the phone.Song Xinyuan put away his phone, stood up, and was stopped by Feng Deng after a few steps.

"sit down."

"What are you doing?" Song Xinyuan had an anxiety attack, he was in no mood to pay attention to Feng Deng, and just wanted to go back to his room to think about his plan.

Feng Deng found a medicine box from the cabinet under the TV, returned to the sofa, and said flatly, "Take the medicine."

Song Xinyuan understood that Feng Deng's change of attitude towards him was due to Kong Zhuo's phone call, but he pushed Feng Deng further and further away after working hard for so long, and couldn't help feeling a little annoyed.

"What do you mean?" He sat next to Feng Deng, with his knees next to Feng Deng's, stretched out his left hand, deliberately misinterpreting Feng Deng's behavior, "You don't fall in love with me, do you? Don't, I just want to Fuck you, si—"

Feng Deng ignored him, put his arm on his leg, untied the gauze, washed off the blood with an alcohol swab, wiped the wound with iodine, and finally bandaged him up again.

Song Xinyuan looked at Feng Deng's focused expression, gritted his teeth, and used his trump card: "Doctor Feng, I really want to see you fuck me in a white coat...Damn, take it easy, it hurts like hell!"

"Deserving it."

"Sorry, I was wrong."

Song Xinyuan apologized in a low voice, his tone was quite disappointed, and after Feng Deng finished bandaging, he ran back to the bedroom unhappy.

Feng Deng packed the medicine box, thoughtful.He found that Song Xinyuan was always moody when he was alone with him, which was completely different from that in front of others, which made him unpredictable.

In the second bedroom separated by a wall, Song Xinyuan was lying on the bed, biting his fingers unwillingly.He knows that if a person likes another person, no matter what the situation is, he will not be willing to let the other person hurt. Feng Deng tortured him repeatedly tonight, telling him to recognize the facts. Feng Deng no longer cares about his feelings, let him Cry, let him yell without frowning.

Song Xinyuan was sad for a while, and tried to avoid Feng Deng for the next few days.On Monday, Zhao Yan's surgery was on the agenda.Only by performing a tonsillectomy and sending it to the pathology department for examination can it be determined whether he has a malignant tumor.

Before the operation, Zhao Yan's mood was not stable.Feng Deng said that the operation may cause damage to the vocal cords, and he is convinced of this.He clamored to refuse the operation and wanted to delay it for a while. In the afternoon, he suddenly had a fever and coughed up blood, which frightened Lu Tengda and the others.

In the viewing room, Feng Deng pointed to Zhao Yan's film and said, "The tonsil tumor is enlarged and must be removed as soon as possible to avoid metastasis."

Lu Tengda nodded desperately: "Qianqianqian, you are a doctor, you decide."

"Okay, get him to sign right away, and the surgery will start at three o'clock." Feng Deng handed the drafted surgery consent form to Lu Tengda, turned around and went out to do pre-operative preparations.

Song Xinyuan persuaded Zhao Yan for a long time in Zhao Yan's ward, and finally persuaded Zhao Yan to sign.Zhao Yan leaned against the head of the bed, slowly wrote down his name, as if going to the execution ground, and said with a pale face, "Don't forget to buy me fried chicken."

Song Xinyuan smiled: "When you recover from illness, I will buy meat and fry it for you. You can eat as much as you want."

"We have to wait for your hand to heal." Zhao Yan became happy, and his complexion was quite rosy.

After three o'clock, Zhao Yan was pushed into the operating room.Song Xinyuan also followed in to observe Feng Deng's operation.Zhao Yan was injected with anesthetics all over his body and lay quietly on the hospital bed.His surgery uses plasma technology, which reduces pain and saves time.Feng Deng is the chief surgeon. Just in case, director Liang Shizhang personally helped him.In the evening, they successfully completed the operation.

When Feng Deng walked out of the operating room, Lu Tengda stood up: "Doctor Feng, how is Zhao Yan?"

"In a coma, the operation was a success. The tumor has been sent to pathology, please wait patiently for the inspection report in the next week."

"Okay, okay, thank you for your hard work, Dr. Feng, Zhao Yan is a bit willful and likes to make trouble for no reason, but he has a good heart, please bear with me."

"It's okay," Feng Deng thought of the lie he told to intimidate Zhao Yan, and he rarely told him gently, "You can eat nine hours after the operation, and you can't eat spicy food in the near future. Tell him not to stay up late, take medicine on time, and talk less. "

Lu Tengda nodded again and again, and secretly praised: Dr. Feng is really a cold-faced and warm-hearted person.

Feng Deng finished a surgery today and got off work early to go home.Song Xinyuan and Feng Deng staggered the time and stayed up until ten o'clock in the evening before leaving the hospital.He was walking alone on the road, the phone in his trouser pocket vibrating constantly.

He hesitated for a moment, took out his phone, and pressed the answer button tremblingly: "Hello."

"Please, don't transfer money to me, let me go," a vicissitudes of life and mean voice came to my ears, with disgust and indifference, "I think of your father when I see your name. Are you deliberately letting me I'm having a hard time? It's not enough for your father to kill my son, so do you want me to sicken me for him? "

The other party hung up the phone after finishing speaking, unwilling to give Song Xinyuan any chance to apologize.Song Xinyuan sat on a bench by the roadside in despair, holding his mobile phone.It began to rain in the sky, and the light rain fell on his face, far less heavy than the rain five years ago.

Five years ago, his father, Song Yanqing, "killed" a young man due to an operation error, and was sued by the patient's family.Feng Deng was an assistant in that operation, and should have been jointly and severally responsible, but a group of photos made him a victim, and someone saved him.

Anyone who saw those photos would be shocked. Song Yanqing, a well-known professor at Qianda University and a candidate for the president of Qianda Affiliated Hospital, is outright gay. What's even more hateful is that he sexually harassed his students.

In the photo, Song Yanqing hugged Feng Deng from behind. From the eyes of bystanders, it was obvious that he wanted to molest Feng Deng.At that time, although the Internet was not as developed as it is now, people's words were awesome, and it was passed around, and this incident became "Song Yanqing sexually assaulted a male student".

Soon afterwards, Feng Deng got his professional title and was promoted from resident doctor to attending physician.Others said that Feng Deng was a complete white-eyed wolf with a knife in his back. When Song Xinyuan confronted him, he didn't deny it, and even offered to break up.

Song Yanqing's medical malpractice lawsuit has been going on for more than a year.Soon after being detained, Song Yanqing was found to be suffering from severe depression and tried to commit suicide several times. This did not arouse the judge's sympathy, but it meant that he probably had the operation while he was ill, which was an added crime.In the end, Feng Deng testified in court for the plaintiff, exposing that Song Yanqing used the wrong medicine and caused the patient's death, and sent Song Yanqing to "death row".Song Yanqing was ruined from then on, her medical qualification certificate was revoked, and she was sentenced to three years in prison.

Fortunately, Li Mingzhou's family relied on the relationship to reduce the news reports, so that Song Xinyuan survived those days, but he still couldn't avoid being viewed with colored glasses by acquaintances.Therefore, he almost cut off contact with everyone, dropped out of school, sold his house, left Song Yanqing in prison, and fled Qianyang City.

He thinks it is too easy to be a model, he always thinks back to the past, recalls Feng Deng, and always has nightmares, so he is willing to be deceived and becomes a trainee in a small company. He also insisted on staying, as if he had found a dreamland, where no one knew him, and no one pointed to him and said, "Look, this is the son of the murderer who sexually assaulted male students."

At that time, no matter how others talked about Song Yanqing or cursed Song Yanqing, Song Xinyuan turned a blind eye to it and listened to it.

Because his dad was the best person in the world to him.

The author says:

Just pretend they kissed.