New year greeting

A week later, Zhao Yan's pathological examination had the results.When Feng Deng appeared in Zhao Yan's ward with the inspection report, Lu Tengda immediately stood up and looked at Feng Deng nervously: "Doctor Feng, how is Zhao Yan's condition?"

Feng Deng flipped through the report card and turned to Zhao Yan on the hospital bed: "There are abundant blood vessels and lymphocyte infiltration."

"What do you mean?" Lu Tenda asked hesitantly.

Zhao Yan closed his ears and shouted: "God, I'm not going to die—"

"His tonsil tumor is benign, and he's basically fine after it's removed, and it can be cured with medicine." Feng Deng said.

Lu Tengda heaved a sigh of relief, and patted Zhao Yan's shoulder: "Did you hear that? You're lucky, you're fine. Hurry up and raise your voice and earn money for me. I was almost scared to death by you."

"Brother Lu, you really don't love me, you only care about my money." Zhao Yan sniffed his nose. He was not very happy to hear that his life was not in danger. "Do you think I want to get sick? I am absent from "The King of Songs" For two whole weeks, Zhou Chongchao lost the ranking, I wanted to vent my anger on brother Xinyuan, but now I am ashamed."

"Ten years is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge. Think of the best, if you don't come to the hospital, you won't be able to meet Mr. Song."

"It makes sense, this is the arrangement of fate." Zhao Yan rubbed his chin, nodded in agreement, and looked at Song Xinyuan, "Brother, thank you for taking care of you for so many days, I really don't know how to repay you, or I will show you my face Yes?"

Song Xinyuan smiled and said, "You should repay Dr. Feng."

"Ouch, then I'd rather die. By the way, when can I eat your whole fried chicken?"

"Come on, I'll remove the plaster in a few days."

At this time, Feng Deng put away the inspection report, turned around and opened the door, and glanced back at Song Xinyuan: "Let's go."

Song Xinyuan was a little surprised when he realized that Feng Deng was waiting for him, but he acted very calmly, as if desensitized to Feng Deng, and walked out of the ward after talking to Zhao Yan.

In the corridor, Song Xinyuan followed Feng Deng, and as he walked, he found that Feng Deng had stopped. He took a step back and looked at Feng Deng strangely.Seeing Song Xinyuan's movements, Feng Deng raised his eyes and said, "You better take care of your arms for a while longer."

"Doctor Feng, your glasses fell off." Song Xinyuan changed the subject, reached out to help Feng Deng adjust his glasses, then withdrew his hand, and left first.

Feng Deng took off his glasses and stuffed them into his pocket, raising his eyebrows seemingly.He found that Song Xinyuan had changed recently. When getting along with him, he was a little more straightforward and alienated, not as coy as before.Feng Deng looked at the date and wondered how long Song Xinyuan could act this time.

On the day of discharge from the hospital, Zhao Yan hid in the ward and refused to leave, pestering Song Xinyuan to whisper.Song Xinyuan's plaster cast was finally removed, and the wound on his left arm gradually improved, and he looked sharp and energetic.

Zhao Yan looked at Song Xinyuan, his tone full of unwillingness: "Brother, do you like the old guy named Feng?"

Song Xinyuan was amused by Zhao Yan's address: "I used to like it, but I don't like it now. He is my ex-boyfriend. Don't tell others." Song Xinyuan confessed his secret for the first time. Seeing Zhao Yan's shocked expression, he felt a lot easier .

Zhao Yan was dubious about Song Xinyuan's words: "I've never heard you mention it. If this is the case, why don't you accept me?"

"Zhao Yan, you are a straight man, you don't need to pretend to be gay just to make me happy," Song Xinyuan shook his head, "Thank you for acting with me at this stage, I am very happy, and I am sorry, because I have used you a lot."

Zhao Yan did not expect that Song Xinyuan thought he was acting. Knowing that Song Xinyuan still liked Feng Deng, he was sad for a few seconds, and pouted his lips pretending to be calm: "I didn't pretend, I just like you and want to sleep with you. Look, I Not only is he young, but he is also handsome, has a great body, and earns a lot of money, how can he not be better than Feng Deng?"

Zhao Yan couldn't understand Song Xinyuan at that time.He didn't understand why Song Xinyuan liked Feng Deng but said he didn't like it, why he said he didn't like it but didn't see anyone else in his eyes.Song Xinyuan didn't give him a chance to learn more about it, but persuaded him perfunctorily: "You should read less novels, and don't bend yourself."

Zhao Yan sighed in his heart, and asked slowly, "Forget it if you don't believe me, then tell me, have you ever had a doi with him? How does it feel? Does it hurt?"

"I don't remember, kid, you don't even dare to say the word sex/love, so don't be curious, and hurry up and leave the hospital with your fried chicken." Song Xinyuan stuffed a bag of fried chicken into Zhao Yan, and sent Zhao Yan to the hospital. The door pushes.

"Tch, you're blushing, you're shy," Zhao Yan turned around and hugged Song Xinyuan, and said seriously, "Brother, I'm leaving, I wish you a bright future, I wish you find someone you like soon, and I wish you more happiness, When you’re sad, don’t forget I’m still there. I’ve contracted the theme song for your new drama, and I’m telling the director not to find someone else.”

Song Xinyuan's eyes became hot, he hurriedly lowered his head, and rushed away as if nothing had happened: "There's a lot of nonsense, let's go, don't come to the hospital, your voice is fine, eat less fried chicken."

"I hope to meet you on the podium one day." Zhao Yan waved his hand and left the hospital in a high-profile manner.

On the weekend, Feng Deng admitted a patient and needed to be on duty at the hospital. Song Xinyuan had no choice but to stay with him in the hospital.There are fewer medical staff than on weekdays, and the operating room is empty.

That afternoon, Feng Deng finished his work and called Song Xinyuan into an operating room.The room was quiet, except for the medical equipment and the operating table, only the two of them were standing. Feng Deng was wearing a white coat, while Song Xinyuan was wearing a green isolation suit.They don masks and sterile gloves and walk to the operating table.

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The script wrote about an operation for esophageal cancer. Song Xinyuan had already memorized the lines by heart, but he was dumbfounded when he was on the operating table.He looked at all kinds of scalpels, tweezers, rib scissors, chest openers, etc., and didn't know where to start. Although he had observed Feng Deng's surgery, he paid more attention to the patient's condition and did not pay attention to the details.

He didn't want to be underestimated by Feng Deng, so he picked up a scalpel with his right hand, looked around, saw the assistants and nurses who didn't exist, and pretended to say: "Okay, the esophageal cancer operation will start now, first—"

"The posture of holding the knife is not standard." Feng Deng suddenly appeared behind him, put his arms through his waist, held his hands, and adjusted his posture slightly. Surgery is performed through two incisions in the chest, so it is best to use finger pressure."

Song Xinyuan was in a trance for a moment, Feng Deng's breath surrounded him, Feng Deng's palm was pressed against the back of his hand, and he could touch Feng Deng's chest by leaning back a little.Intimate contact with Feng Deng was something he had been thinking about in his dreams not long ago. He had already given up, but Feng Deng indulged him for no reason at this moment, which almost made him show his feet.

"Remember?"

The low voice made his ears itch. He turned his head and found Feng Deng's handsome face very close at hand. There seemed to be a trace of pity in Feng Deng's eyes, as if he had noticed his embarrassment, but it seemed that he had nothing but help him wrong.

"Remember, thank you."

"You're welcome." Feng Deng did not leave Song Xinyuan, but pressed his hands on the countertop, half-circling Song Xinyuan in his arms.

Song Xinyuan bit his lip, trying to ignore the existence of Feng Deng, and after manipulating the air, he continued: "The cancer cells are in this part of the esophagus, we need to remove the cancer cells here, stretch the stomach, and perform gastric reconstruction surgery , give me the tweezers."

He stretched out his hand to the side, and it turned out that a pair of tweezers was actually handed to his hand.He found that Feng Deng was staring at him all the time, feeling uncomfortable and his hairs were standing on end.He rolled his eyes, picked out a handful of rib scissors and poked the "patient" in the abdomen, and was stopped by Feng Deng just as he moved a few times.

"The location is wrong."

Feng Deng held his wrist and moved it up, gestured in the air a few times, then slowly let go, rubbing his skin before letting go, leaving a piece of warmth.

It's all air, how do you know my position is wrong?Song Xinyuan was sure that Feng Deng was deliberately teasing him, rolled his eyes, and commanded: "Next, the gastric reconstruction operation will be performed, and I...wipe my sweat."

The second hand in Song Xinyuan's mind moved around twice, and before Feng Deng could cooperate, he couldn't tell what it was like, his shoulders slumped, he breathed a sigh of relief, and gave birth to another breath, like a leaf stuck in his heart, making it difficult for him to Breathing, he thought disdainfully, Feng Deng's cleanliness started too late, and he was blind. He was willing to touch his hand, but he was unwilling to wipe his sweat.

Song Xinyuan shrugged his shoulders, wanting to finish the operation scene. When he was about to change positions, one hand pinched the back of his neck. He subconsciously retracted his neck and looked back. He was getting closer and closer, he closed his eyes involuntarily, and Feng Deng's chin flashed in front of his eyes.

He is like the hero in a movie, secretly looking forward to being kissed secretly.

Naturally, Feng Deng would not kiss him, but covered his face with a wet towel, and slowly wiped his forehead, nose, and cheeks... His fingers stayed on his lips for too long through the mask, pressing him over and over again lips.

The back of Song Xinyuan's head touched Feng Deng's chest, his right eye twitched suddenly, and his heart jumped up suddenly. He didn't know whether he was abnormal or Feng Deng was abnormal.He really wanted to touch Feng Deng's chest, to confirm whether Feng Deng treated him as usual.

Feng Deng seemed to see through his mind, and soon let him go, freeing him from the torment, and instead fell into the long sea of ​​suffering.He couldn't get the answer, and lost all his strength for a moment. He lay down on the operating table for a while and glared at Feng Deng: "Is there a nurse like you who wipes the doctor's sweat?"

Feng Deng answered irrelevantly: "You sweat a lot on your face, are you hot?"

Song Xinyuan found that his back was drenched, and there was no silver 300 taels here to explain: "The weather is getting hotter and hotter, and it's getting stuffy here, so I'm going out first."

Behind him, Feng Deng wiped his hands and smiled slightly.

Song Xinyuan took off his gloves and mask and ran back to the lounge, just in time to bump into Han Le.Han Le pointed to his face and asked in surprise, "Your face is so red, do you have a fever?"

"I just came back from the outside, drying it out." Song Xinyuan said while covering his face.

"Hey, didn't you go to study with Professor Feng?" Han Le saw Feng Deng walk in and clapped his hands, "By the way, Professor Feng, I just remembered something. The person who hurt Song Xinyuan that day was the one His name is Xu Lei, he suffers from mental illness, and he was released after being detained by the police station for ten days, which made me mad. He lives near here, and I don’t know when he will get sick, so please be careful when you go home, just in case.”

"it is good."

At ten o'clock in the evening, Song Xinyuan followed Feng Deng to his residence with a look of absent-mindedness.When crossing the road, Feng Deng reached out to wrap his arms around his waist, he raised his head in confusion, and heard the sound of the motorcycle going away.

Feng Deng reminded him: "Don't look at me, look at the road."

He looked at the street lamp, then at Feng Deng, and felt that Feng Deng was very close and yet far away from him, and he felt frustrated.

He couldn't understand Feng Deng, and he couldn't handle Feng Deng. He was probably not Feng Deng's opponent. Feng Deng just gave him a little sweetness, and he almost surrendered.He has learned so many things from Feng Deng, but he still can't learn Feng Deng's calmness. Even if today is about to end, he doesn't have the courage to ask like Feng Deng - what do you want?Have you had enough fun?

He was afraid that Feng Deng was really playing with him.No, Song Xinyuan thought about it, if Feng Deng planned to play with him, then he would stay with him to the end and see who was better.

The author says:

Embodies "mutual seduction".