Resu will blow up [Quick Transmigration]

Lu Jia pushed the candy to the side with his tongue like Fang Zhuo did before, except for a bulging bump on his cheek, there was no unnecessary expression on his face.

Seeing the man on the opposite side staring at him, he opened his mouth after a while, "Doctor Zhao, what's wrong."

Fang burning heart infarction.

Paralyzed, well-behaved, he suddenly kissed his relatives, causing him to have a heart attack, and now he is ashamed to ask him what's wrong.The most exasperating thing is that he can't even beat him. As for oral education...

Lu Jia couldn't understand the anger and shame of ordinary people. He was just very, very, very simple and wanted the candy in his mouth.

Being sick is good, and you can do whatever you want.

Fang Zhuo took a deep breath, "Lu Jia, I don't want this kind of thing to happen again."

Lu Jia didn't even say "oh", put his hands in his pockets, turned around and left.

Fang Zhuo had knives in his eyes, wishing he could poke that back to pieces, he always felt that this kid was even more thief than before.

The cicada outside the window was calling dead, dead, and he nervously took out his mobile phone to look at it. Fortunately, it was okay, there was no second kiss to make love, otherwise he could really die with the cicada.

The passing nurse saw Fang Zhuo's face was dark, and approached cautiously, "Doctor Zhao, what's wrong with you?"

Fang Zhuo shook his head tiredly, "It's fine."

Fortunately, Lu Jia didn't get sick all the time, but intermittently and occasionally, and he stayed quietly in the ward for the next day.

During Fang Zhuo's rounds, he went to take a peek, and Xiao Lu's younger brother was doing the head job.

In the afternoon of the next day, the nurse knocked on the door suddenly, "The dean asked you to go, Lu Jia's father is here."

Fang Zhuo was a little sleepy at first, but suddenly regained his energy, "I'll go right away."

Lu Jia's father's name is Lu Pingfeng, he is 47 this year, he is the boss of a big company, he has a lot of style and momentum.

The dean made a cup of tea and handed it over, "Doctor Zhao will be here soon."

Lu Pingfeng nodded, "Where did this Dr. Zhao work before?"

"People's Hospital." The director said, "He has a good temper and good professional ability. It is thanks to him that Lu Jian can speak."

As soon as the voice fell, there was a knock on the door.

The dean said please come in, Fang Zhuo opened the door and walked in, and saw a low-profile version of Lu Jian's face, no need to guess, this must be Lu Jia's father.

Lu Pingfeng stood up with a smile, and stretched out a hand, "Hello, Doctor Zhao, I am Lu Jia's father."

Fang Zhuo shook hands with him, "Mr. Lu, hello."

Lu Pingfeng let go of his hands, sat back on the sofa, and pushed the tea that the dean had just made to Fang Zhuo, "I came today to ask about Lu Jia's situation, and the dean said that he has shown signs of improvement recently? "

Fang Zhuo lowered his eyes and turned his teacup, "There is indeed a little bit."

Lu Pingfeng came here with great hopes, "one thing" is obviously not satisfactory.

He leaned back and crossed his legs, "Doctor Zhao, please explain in detail."

Fang Zhuo looked at the reflection in the teacup, thinking that since the other party came, why should he dig some materials today.

He quietly touched the head of the dean with his foot and said, "It's like this. Although Lu Jia is willing to speak, he can only give simple answers every time. It may take some time to talk."

The dean gave Fang Zhuo a surprised look, and without making a sound, he lowered his head and drank tea silently.

Lu Pingfeng was judging the authenticity of Fang Zhuo's words, "Other than that, nothing else?"

Fang Zhuo said: "No."

Lu Pingfeng stopped talking, and the atmosphere in the office obviously began to freeze.

After an unknown amount of time, he suddenly chuckled, "At least I can see a little hope."

Both Fang Zhuo and the dean broke out in a cold sweat from the smile.

Lu Pingfeng turned away the sharpness in his eyes, "I never thought Dr. Zhao would have such abilities at such a young age. You must know that Lu Jia has never said a word to me since he was ten years old."

Fang Zhuo smiled modestly, "Mr. Lu is too much."

Lu Pingfeng stood up, brushed off the non-existent dust on his clothes, "Can Dr. Zhao take me to see him?"

"Of course." Fang Zhuo stood up and led the way.

This father gave Fang Zhuo a very strange feeling, especially when talking about Lu Jia, he couldn't hear the concern a father should have for his son, but he cared very much about whether Lu Jia spoke or not.

I don't know if there is gold hidden in Lu Jia's silent mouth.

Lu Jia sat in the room and fiddled with his skull.

Fang Zhuo saw that he pasted an unknown blood-red material on the "skeleton" bit by bit, very meticulously. Although he knew that it was not real flesh and blood, he couldn't help but tremble in his heart.

It wasn't the first time the dean saw this scene, he was quite calm, and the one who reacted the most was undoubtedly Lu Jia and his father.

When he saw that realistic head, Lu Pingfeng's expression changed immediately, and he almost rushed into the bathroom to vomit.

He turned his face away, and his tone was a little angry, "What the hell are you messing with all day long! Throw it away!"

When Lu Jia heard the last sentence, he stopped his hands and raised his head. The psychological pressure caused by those eyes was no less than that of Lu Pingfeng, and even more creepy.

"What kind of eyes are you looking at?" Lu Pingfeng was very repulsive to Lu Jia's hobbies, "It's because you do these messy things all day long that your illness can't get better."

Fang Zhuo frowned, speaking logically, hobbies have nothing to do with illness, this is prejudice.

Seeing that he was about to open his mouth, the dean quickly tugged and shook his head.

Fang Zhuo pursed his lips and looked at Lu Jia.

He never looked at himself from the beginning to the end, and he never stood up and called "Doctor Zhao". He closed his own space and would not react to anything outside, no matter good or bad.

Father Lu's face alternated between black, white and green, and he was so angry that he vomited blood, but there was nothing he could do about his son.

To be honest, Fang Zhuo admired this move very much, it hurts [-] enemies and zero damage to himself.

Quite powerful.

Lu Pingfeng said a few more words angrily, his eyes fell on the skull, the more he looked at it, the more disgusting he became, and the more he looked at it, the more his scalp became hairy.I don't know what he thought of, but he even trembled.

Although he concealed it well, Fang Zhuo could still clearly see that his neck was covered with goosebumps.

The voice of Lu Pingfeng alone echoed in the room, and Fang Zhuo and the dean were drowsy.

When he got tired, Fang Zhuo tried his best to cheer up, "Mr. Zhao, can I talk to you about Lu Jia's condition alone?"

It happened that Lu Pingfeng also wanted to go out to breathe, so he nodded and agreed, "Let's go."

The two left, and the dean stayed in the room.

He looked at Lu Jia and smiled, "Your boy treats his father like an enemy, but he is kind to Dr. Zhao."

Lu Jia put the skull on the coffee table, facing himself, and took out an eyeball from his trouser pocket, which was vivid. He moved gently and stuffed the eyeball into the socket of the skull.

The dean narrowed his eyes. The last time he told Dr. Zhao that those eyes looked like him, he still didn't believe it. They were carved out of the same mold.

Fang Zhuo and Lu Pingfeng came to the stairwell of the emergency exit.

Lu Pingfeng took out a cigarette, "Do you mind?"

Fang Zhuo said that he didn't mind, and said straight to the point, "Mr. Lu, to treat any disease, you need to find the cause before you can prescribe the right medicine."

Lu Pingfeng looked at him and said nothing.

Fang Zhuo had no choice but to bite the bullet and continued: "I want to know what happened to Lu Jia. Lu Jia refuses to tell, but I believe you must know."

Lu Pingfeng took a puff of smoke, "I believe Dr. Zhao can treat my son even if he doesn't know the reason."

"I didn't mean to inquire about the privacy of the Lu family." Fang Zhuo explained, "I just want to help Lu Jia get out of the shadows and return to a normal life."

"I don't know." Lu Pingfeng said firmly.

What a liar.

Fang Zhuo opened his eyes wide in surprise, "You don't know either?"

"I'm busy with business, and I'm not at home all year round, so I don't know much about family affairs." Lu Pingfeng paused, "But as a father, I naturally hope that my son will recover as soon as possible, so Lu Jia asked Dr. Zhao."

Fang Zhuo didn't expect to meet an opponent. This person's acting skills are obviously more skilled than his, and the feelings come as soon as they are said, and they are almost integrated into the bone marrow. I admire him.

He nodded again and again, "Don't worry, Mr. Lu, I will do my best."

Lu Pingfeng took out a card from the inner pocket of his suit.

Fang Zhuo: "..."

Fang Zhuo spoke righteously, his face flushed, "Mr. Lu, you are insulting me!"

Lu Pingfeng didn't expect his reaction to be so big, as if if he handed it an inch forward, he would jump off the building and commit suicide, so he had to take the card back.

"Sorry, I was abrupt."

Fang Zhuo took a deep breath, and the anger of being offended still persisted, "I still have to do the ward rounds, so I'll leave first. If Mr. Lu has anything to do, you can call me."

He took out a pen and paper from his white coat, wrote down a series of numbers and handed them over, turned around and left, the soles of his feet were windy, and even the air was full of anger.

Along the way, whoever saw him gave way.

Fang Zhuo closed the office door with his backhand, feeling agitated, "I think I played an upright doctor."

233: [...It's okay. 】

Fang Zhuo was not happy, "Is it just okay?"

233: [Very good. 】

Fang Zhuo felt relieved. During the ward rounds, he was smiling the whole time. Even Dr. Qian was infected by him, and asked him if something good happened to him.

Fang Zhuo looked at Huoshaoyun in the distance, "I feel like I'm one step closer to my dream."

Doctor Qian couldn't understand, so he pressed Fang Zhuo's shoulder and said sincerely, "Congratulations."

Fang Zhuo hooked his shoulder with his backhand, "Come on, I'll treat you tonight and eat crayfish."

Dr. Qian stepped forward with one leg, then retracted it, and looked behind Fang Zhuo without saying a word.

Fang Zhuo turned his head away, Lu Jia was already approaching, reached out to grab his wrist, and took it away from Dr. Qian's shoulder.

Dr. Qian stepped back tactfully, rubbing his chin to observe the two of them.

Lu Jia's face did not fluctuate, but from the bulging veins on the hand he held Dr. Zhao, it could be seen that he was angry.

good phenomenon.

Lu Jia grabbed his shirt, wiped Fang Zhuo's palms, and said inexplicably, "12 hours and 30 minutes."

Fang Zhuo let out a "Huh?"

Lu Jia continued to wipe, "I haven't seen you for 12 hours and 30 minutes."

Fang Zhuo comforted him, "I planned to go back to see you after get off work."

He patted Lu Jia's hand, "Good boy, let go of your hand first."

Lu Jia let go and saw a circle of red marks on the man's fair wrist.

Fang Zhuo felt sorry for himself, he blew, his eyelids trembled, and saw a finger stretched out and poked on his wrist.

Lu Jia said, "It's pretty."

What's so interesting about this, this aesthetic is whizzing, Fang Zhuo put his hand in his pocket and hid it, then changed the subject, "Did you come out to say hello to the nurse?"

"No." Lu Jia said, "I am neither a patient nor a prisoner."

Fang Zhuo was slightly surprised, and found that there was a trace of seriousness on the boy's face. He twirled his fingers in his pocket, and he couldn't hold back any of them. He took out his hand again and rubbed Lu Jian's hair.

"Well, you're not."

Lu Jia just stood there expressionless, without any resistance.

Dr. Qian was shocked. This was the second time he saw the two of them together, and the shock he received was bigger and more intense than the last time.

He coughed a few times, "Doctor Zhao, shall we go out?"

Fang Zhuo nodded, "Of course."

In order to take care of the patients, the meals in the cafeteria are mainly light. He has already started to feel weak, and he is afraid that his life will not be long. Only spicy food can continue his life.

Lu Jia captured a message and repeated Fang Zhuo's words, "You just said you will go back to see me after get off work."

Fang Zhuo felt guilty, "I want to go out with Dr. Qian, and I'll be back soon."

Lu Jian stopped talking.

The air also will be still.

Dr. Qian lost all interest in watching a good show, and became inexplicably nervous. Apart from being eerie, there was also something indescribable about Lu Jia, which made people feel very dangerous.

Not to mention that doctors and nurses are wary of him, even patients who are slow to perceive the outside world will make a detour when they see him.

Fang Zhuo's heart was trembling, and he compromised.

Knowing that it was impossible to take Lu Jian out, he discussed with Dr. Qian, "How about we order takeaway?"

Dr. Qian has no objection.

Fortunately, there happened to be a shop nearby. Considering his appetite, Fang Zhuo ordered three servings, and they were delivered within 10 minutes, with two bottles of beer included.

He brought two stools from the office next door, borrowed a basin from the cafeteria, dumped all the crayfish together, gave Dr. Qian and Lu Jian gloves, stuck their buttocks to the stools, and started eating.

Lu Jian had never eaten it, but saw that the doctor ate it deliciously, so he wanted to try it too. After he learned how to peel three, he entered a state of super proficiency.

Fang Zhuo opened his numbing and spicy mouth, and stared blankly at his hand speed that was so fast that he was about to fly.

Lu Jia focused on two things, glanced at his red lips, and stuffed a shrimp through it.

Fang Zhuo subconsciously opened his mouth, and accidentally sipped the young man's finger with his lips.

The soft and warm touch reminded Lu Jia of that dream, of the softness of the tip of his tongue when he ate candy before, his thick black eyelashes trembled slightly, and his fingers pushed in.

Fang Zhuo held that finger in his mouth, and was stunned. Doctor Qian also looked horrified, completely unaware of why he developed like this after eating a small dragon.

Lu Jia's fingers stirred wantonly, Fang Zhuo grabbed his hand and pulled it out, "Lu Jia!"

Lu Jia stared at his wet finger in a daze.

Fang Zhuo endured the embarrassment, wiped his finger clean, and pushed him off the table, "There is a tablet over there, go and play by yourself."

Lu Jia was very obedient, sitting on the edge of the bed, just in time to see the man's position.

People are gone, but the atmosphere on the table can't go back.

Dr. Qian's movement of peeling the shrimp became stiff, and he kept glancing at the person opposite him. After a long time of hard work, he finally couldn't hold back.

"you……"

Fang Zhuo stared at him, don't ask me, I don't know anything.

Dr. Qian couldn't understand the connotation, "You, are you in a relationship?"

The shrimp in his mouth was frightened and slid down. Fang Zhuo suddenly opened his eyes wide and clutched his neck in pain.

Doctor Qian reacted quickly and was about to make a move when a pair of arms passed through Fang Zhuo's armpit first.

One of Lu Jian's fists rested on Fang Zhuo's abdomen, and the other hand clenched the fist, and suddenly squeezed him towards him. After repeated five or six times, the piece of white shrimp meat coughed from his throat. go out.

He let go, sat back on the bed and continued playing with the tablet.

The doctor who passed by death still loves crayfish. He greeted Dr. Qian, "Don't be dazed, keep eating."

Dr. Qian admired his optimism, held up the bottle and they blew on each other, "You haven't answered my question just now."

Fang Zhuo took a sip of shrimp yellow, "It's nothing."

It was almost ten o'clock, when the two finished playing, Fang Zhuo sent the drunk Dr. Qian back to the dormitory, went downstairs for a walk, and prepared to go back to the inpatient department.

When he was about to go upstairs, he met a man.

In the Fifth Hospital, some patients have good family conditions, and the family members will hire some senior nurses from other places to take care of them. This man is one of them.

"Doctor Zhao."

As soon as the other party opened his mouth, Fang Zhuo recognized that this was the elder brother who was talking about his ass in the toilet yesterday afternoon.

The corner of his mouth pressed down, "What's the matter?"

The man noticed his vigilance and laughed, "It seems that Dr. Zhao doesn't like me very much."

This kind of person got more and more enthusiastic, Fang Zhuo walked away, the man stood still, stared at the upturned butt, swallowed, laughed and scratched his head, followed into the inpatient department.

That night, something happened in the hospital, and a living person was lost.

The one lost happened to be the person Fang Zhuo met in the afternoon.

The man was in charge of taking care of a patient suffering from hallucinations. After the patient took the medicine, he needed a nurse to chat with him. After waiting for a long time but no one came, he asked the nurse to help find him.

Several nurses on duty searched the entire inpatient department, but they couldn't find anyone. They were worried that something might happen, so they reported it to the hospital.

The doctor who had already fallen asleep, under the leadership of the dean, expanded the search area from the inpatient department to the surrounding woods.

They finally found him at three o'clock in the morning under a pile of rotten leaves.

The man was seriously injured, his face was covered with blood, when he was carried out, he suddenly woke up, saw Fang Zhuo who was holding a flashlight to help guide people, the man stared at him, pointed his hand, and said something vaguely If so, he fainted again.

Fang Zhuo suddenly became the focus of everyone.

Someone speculated, "Doctor Zhao, did you take care of this person?"

"I don't know him." Fang Zhuo was a little annoyed.

"No, you're lying." Someone jumped out from nowhere, pointed at him and said, "At night, I clearly saw you two talking downstairs in the inpatient department."

As soon as the words came out, the surroundings began to discuss.

"Before you talked to me, we also had no intersection." Fang Zhuo smiled, "Next time I have an accident, I just say you did it."

"You!" The man blushed with anger.

The dean hurriedly stood up and yelled, so as not to continue the dispute between the two, he asked the rest to go back to rest first, and called Fang Zhuo to the office alone.

"what happened?"

"I want to know too, Dean."

A person who was sleeping soundly was suddenly called up to look for someone, just look for someone, and even made a fuss.

Fang Zhuo said: "Also, I didn't leave the room at all tonight, and the monitoring can prove it."

After speaking, I froze for a moment, and a figure flashed in my mind.

The dean thought about it for a while. The nurse had a round waist and thick shoulders. Dr. Zhao was no match for him. "Go back and sleep for a while. When someone wakes up, everything will be clear."

Fang Zhuo ran back to the inpatient department.

He didn't go upstairs, but went to the monitoring room on the first floor. On the entire sixth floor, no one came out except him.

In the ward, Lu Jiaping was lying on the bed.

Fang Zhuo stood by the bed for a while, then suddenly said: "I saw your eyelashes moving, stop pretending, get up."

Lu Jia opened his eyes and pursed his lips, "Doctor Zhao, I beat him."

Maybe it was because the moonlight outside the window was so beautiful, Fang Zhuo felt that the boy's eyes were shining brightly, and he didn't blame him for the strangeness, but asked: "Does it hurt?"

The light in Lu Jian's eyes was spreading.

He sat up suddenly, raised his face and stared at Fang Zhuo for half a minute, and said a word indifferently.

"pain."