Acting as a substitute

There was a distance between Building No. [-] and No. [-]. Yuan Jiayi rushed back to the department in the cold autumn wind, and spent most of the day nestled in a chair, his teeth still chattering.

Picking up the thermos cup and pouring several mouthfuls of hot water, he checked the time again, grabbed his meal card and rushed to the cafeteria.

After the meal time, there was not much food left in the cafeteria. Yuan Jiayi ordered two steamed buns that were still warm, and sat in the corner near the door with the boiled water in the thermos, and ate them voraciously.

If it wasn't for the operation in the afternoon and the need to maintain sufficient physical strength, he really wouldn't be bothered to brave the cold wind to eat here.

He eats very fast, but his appearance is very good-looking. He holds the steamed buns in both hands, and when he closes his mouth to chew, the pear dimples on his cheeks are faintly visible.

Some of the family members of patients who had finished eating packed porridge and side dishes and went back to the ward. They saw the handsome male doctor who was eating alone at the door from afar, and wished he could go upstairs and push the old father who was bedridden in the wheelchair down to strike up a conversation.

The warm sunlight in the afternoon can make people lazy most. Many patients who are waiting for the test results in the afternoon have nowhere to go in this huge hospital, so they sit in the empty cafeteria to pass the time.

With nothing to do, the abrupt white coat at the door became their conversation after dinner.

"Huh? Do you think that doctor looks like Sheng Lan?"

"Sheng Lan? Will Sheng Lan eat steamed buns in this chilly canteen?"

"Maybe it's a new film, maybe? Their whereabouts are kept secret. You can see that he has a new hairstyle and looks better. A man's appearance should be verified by a short hair."

"No way. Although the doctor is good-looking, he looks like a nerd. He doesn't have the aura of Sheng Lan...it shouldn't be him."

"Really? I don't believe it, I still want to go and have a look."

"Be careful that his bodyguard rushes out in the dark and knocks you out on the spot. Sheng Lan is not the same as an ordinary traffic kid. I heard that his family is super..."

The nerd without aura faintly noticed other people's eyes, looked up vigilantly, and accidentally crossed the eyes with the two girls who were secretly talking about him, then lowered his head in a daze and started to eat in a hurry.

Yuan Jiayi couldn't bear the pressure until he was so entangled by the eyes of the people around him that he couldn't bear the pressure, so he put on his mask and fled out of the cafeteria in embarrassment.

Returning to the rest room, he stuffed the remaining half of the steamed bun into a bag and stuffed it into his schoolbag. He barely closed his eyes and rested for a while, when he was woken up again by the second assistant to make preoperative preparations.

Yuan Jiayi fumbled for two pills in the drawer and swallowed them into his stomach, finally recovering from his sluggish state.

The operation took a little longer than expected and lasted more than four hours. When he changed his clothes and walked out, his knees were already stiff and painful even when he turned back.

Dragging his body full of exhaustion, he went to the hospital to take a look at the patient in charge, and then Yuan Jiayi opened the back door of the hospital with his schoolbag on his back.

The evening in Beicheng was bustling and noisy, and the sky hadn't completely dimmed yet. The red lights along the street reflected Yuan Jiayi's bewildered face without any resistance. The belt only seemed to be more out of place with the city.

Returning to the apartment to take out the luggage, I thought I would take a few more buses to get there, but after looking at the map, I found that there was no bus that could reach the address sent to him by Assistant Bo Shenyan.

Standing downstairs and struggling for a long time, Yuan Jiayi finally gritted his teeth and clumsily selected a cheap taxi on the mobile phone software.

After a long time, at last the second when Yuan Jiayi's mask was blown off his face by the cold wind, an oil-to-gas taxi slowly drove up in front of him.

"Master, is it okay to put the luggage on the floor of the back seat? I have wiped the wheels."

Yuan Jiayi pushed down his glasses, raised his mobile phone and squinted to check the license plate number of the taxi, and after confirming that it was correct, he turned his head and greeted the driver with a smile.

"Come on, leave it alone."

Seeing Yuan Jiayi's pleasing face, the driver only waved him to get in the car quickly.

"Hey, thank you."

Borrowing the warmth of the bright yellow street lamps on both sides of the driveway, Yuan Jiayi's mind was complicated, and he was a little drowsy because of the headache, but his thoughts were still drawn to yesterday at the Sheng's mansion.

When he received the call, he had just returned to the office after checking the house, hurried to Sheng's house, stood quietly in the living room on the first floor and listened for a long time before he realized that he was going to get married.

For so many years, he allowed the Sheng family to oppress and exploit him physically and psychologically, hoping that one day he could rescue his mother who was firmly controlled by Sheng Jianghe, but he didn't expect that now even he was about to be trapped up.

soon?Yuan Jiayi thought of this and sneered.

His life has been locked up from the very beginning, isn't it?

Sheng Jianghe never allowed Yuan Jiayi to show disobedient words and expressions. Seeing his reluctance, he was so angry that he picked up a huge glass ashtray and threw it directly at Yuan Jiayi's shoulder.

After the ashtray hit Yuan Jiayi's shoulder, part of its kinetic energy was dissipated, and it landed on the long-haired carpet, rolling around a few times.

"Bastard, let you marry the young master of the Bo family, that's to think highly of you! Don't be ashamed!"

Sheng Jianghe was puzzled, and turned his head to look for something that he was good at. He was about to beat him up to teach him a lesson, but was stopped by Sheng Lan softly.

"Father, if Shen Yan sees you after you beat him, what will you think of our family?"

Yuan Jiayi had never been so grateful to Sheng Lan.

As long as Sheng Lan opened his mouth, Sheng Jianghe almost listened to him, and he put down the cigar box he was about to throw in his hand: "My ancestors of the Sheng family suffered eight lifetimes of bad luck before they gave birth to such a thing as you! You and you That bitch, Yuan Miao, is a virtue!"

Originally thought that he was already invulnerable, but in the face of such undisguised curses from his biological father, Yuan Jiayi lowered his eyelashes resignedly, held back the coughing from his itchy throat, and said stubbornly: "Please Don't talk about mom like that."

"Rebelled you bastard!"

Sheng Jianghe couldn't bear it any longer, he stood up and grabbed the yellow rosewood walking stick beside the sofa, and slammed it on Yuan Jiayi's back.

Although Sheng Jianghe, who is obsessed with nourishing his body all day long, is over fifty years old, compared to Yuan Jiayi, who almost lives in the operating room every day and cannot exercise diligently, his physical strength is not inferior to him at all.

Yuan Jiayi took a deep breath in pain, gritted his teeth and endured the stick, "Didn't the previous marriage contract be agreed... It was my brother who went, why did it change to let me go?"

His words touched on the pain points of the Sheng family couple. Mrs. Sheng Song Jiaoyan who was sitting beside her was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. She patted the table furiously and cursed: "You little white-eyed wolf, our Sheng family has raised you for so many years. , for you to study, for you to eat and wear, and in the end it is for you to treat us like this?"

Sheng Lan nestled on the sofa, with an unpredictable expression, and said coldly, "Then do you want Yuan Miao to live?"

Just this one sentence made Yuan Jiayi's face pale instantly, he slumped his shoulders, and said awkwardly: "...I'm sorry, I'm going to get married."

In his life, he never had the right to say no.

Thinking of the merciless stick yesterday, Yuan Jiayi's back suddenly felt pain again.

The movement of leaning on the seat relaxed and straightened slowly, clenched his hands into fists, put them together on his knees and looked at the front windshield, trying to blend his eyes into the busy traffic, as if by doing so, he would not be so lonely.

The car drove towards the suburbs for a long time, Yuan Jiayi straightened his back from the beginning to the end, admiring the lights of Beicheng intently, the light reflected by the lens was bright, and his eyes were also bright.

"Here we are," the driver put on the handbrake, turned around and said to Yuan Jiayi, "Young man, you look like a star, you can earn a lot of money in this job, right?"

Yuan Jiayi smiled wryly, and pointed to the bulging cloth suitcase, "Haha... have you ever seen a star in such a mess like me?"

"Hey, you look so good-looking, you will definitely become popular," Yuan Jiayi was very surprised by the sudden Mandarin of the driver, "Let's take a photo together, and I can show off to my buddies when you become popular. "

Yuan Jiayi opened his mouth in a daze, and was almost moved to tears by the driver's flashing lights, "...then I wish you a prosperous business."

As soon as he got out of the car, the suitcase that had been with him all the way for many years seemed dissatisfied with the embarrassing evaluation given to it by the owner. Forehead.

Before he got up, he heard the whimpering of a suspected small animal in the withered grass.

Yuan Jiayi listened attentively, stood up and gradually approached the source of the voice.

"Uh-uh-uh-"

After peeling the grass, I heard it more clearly.

He turned on the flashlight of his mobile phone and carefully shone it. When he saw the scene in the grass, he couldn't help but widen his eyes in surprise.

A pup dog that couldn't be held by one hand was struggling painfully in a puddle of gasoline. Hearing its powerless moaning, it was estimated that it had been frozen here for a long time.

In this case, the owner probably thought it was ugly and discarded it here.

Yuan Jiayi held the pup in both hands distressedly, and rolled up his sleeves distressedly to wipe off the oil stains on his eyelids.

Although Gouzi was not small in size, he was still a milk doll, his eyes covered with a layer of blue film blinked curiously at Yuan Jiayi's face.

"Hey, little thing, why did you just meet me?" Yuan Jiayi sighed, seeing the pup howling with hunger, he had to stretch out a finger for it to suck, "So many people with families don't you know?" Pick, why do you have to pick the one in front of me?"

The pup was sucking happily, but seemed to understand what he said, and sobbed sadly again.

Yuan Jiayi softened his voice, and lightly poked its belly, "Okay, okay, let's go home together."