Acting as a substitute

"Give me a cigarette."

Yuan Jiayi pointed to Wenger's pocket, and his light-colored pupils stared at the gardenia buds that fell from the branches to the ground at his feet.

It was accidentally crushed by Wenger, as if unwilling to accept that he had lost his qualifications before opening it, and desperately released its little remaining smell.

Wenger took out a cigarette case and took out one and handed it to Yuan Jiayi, his eyes followed his eyes and fell on the tip of his shoe.

Like being electrocuted, Wenger hurriedly moved away, as if he had committed some heinous crime, squatted down and stuffed the flower back into the bushes, in order to let its soul rest and not blame it anymore Own.

After standing up, he couldn't help but feel a little ridiculous.

He is an old man who is almost 40 years old, but because of a look in the eyes of the person he likes, he is reduced to atone for a flower.

It felt like he suddenly understood Wen Ao's insistence on the little star.

There is no reason to love someone.

He is also good, and he is also bad.

Even if I know how ridiculous I am, I don't want to admit it.

Yuan Jiayi's fingers are very beautiful, and the appearance of holding a cigarette makes Wenger want to make a sculpture according to this model and put it at home to admire.

He held the cigarette between his ring finger and little finger, opened the lid of the lighter with his index finger and thumb, and flicked it lightly to release the fire. He pressed the filter tip between his lips with his palm down, and turned up his palm to light the cigarette.

This set of movements is smooth and flowing, not at all like smoking for the first time.

Before Yuan Jiayi took a sip, he saw the suspicion flashing in Wenger's eyes, and couldn't help but smile.

Then he used the facts to prove to Wenger that he was indeed the first time.

"Cough cough cough cough cough cough vomit—cough cough cough cough..."

"Forget it...Jiayi, there's no need..."

Wenger hurriedly took the cigarette and put it out by the courtyard wall, and supported Yuan Jiayi, who was coughing faintly, to sit on a small stool beside the flowers.

Yuan Jiayi covered his mouth in embarrassment, trying to cough softly, lest he wake up Yuan Xi who was sleeping soundly inside.

He coughed and coughed, and tears welled up in the corners of his eyes.

"Jiayi..."

Wenger sighed distressedly, took out the tissue that Yuan Jiayi always kept in his pocket to wipe Yuan Xi's saliva, and handed it to him.

From a few years ago, the first time he saw Yuan Jiayi, he was full of affection for this young man who always exudes tenderness and warmth.

He thought that he could be tricked into going to bed smoothly, then he would be wiped clean, and finally he would be given a huge sum of money according to the previous rules.

Who would have imagined that he, the dignified President Wen, would fall, completely fascinated by Yuan Jiayi's always "I smile at you but I don't like you", for a person who can almost be concluded that he can't get it However, Wenger is willing to let his heart and body be loyal to Yuan Jiayi, no matter what kind of coquettish bitch can climb into his bed again.

He felt that he was the one who was a hundred times more stupid than Bo Shenyan who didn't know how to cherish.

Yuan Jiayi only took a sip, and the choking was not serious. After taking a breath, he slowly leaned against the uneven courtyard wall and looked up at the sky. He didn't know what he was thinking in his bright pupils.

"Do you want to meet him?"

asked Wenger.

"..." Yuan Jiayi was stunned for a moment, then pursed his lips, "...when I can pick up the scalpel again."

"Wait until then."

Maybe there will never be such a day.

Wenger nodded and said nothing.

It was he himself who pushed Yuan Jiayi out again, just when he was about to see hope.

I don't know how long the two of them stayed in the yard before Wenger picked up Yuan Jiayi, who was leaning against the wall and fell asleep, back to the bedroom, put him on the bed and covered him with the quilt, and then walked to Yuan Xi's small bed I checked to see if she needed a diaper change.

After the busy work of the father and daughter, the sky began to brighten up.

Wenger simply put aside his official business that could be delayed as much as possible, and despite his assistant's every possible way to persuade him to stay, he insisted on coming to Yucheng, and found the place where Yuan Jiayi had told him that he often bought clothes.

Being able to stay with Yuan Jiayi this afternoon is happier than signing a contract worth hundreds of millions.

He has plenty of money, but the time he can spend with Yuan Jiayi is limited.

In fact, thinking about it this way, he is still very happy. After all, he has been by Yuan Jiayi's side for so long. Yuan Jiayi's short-cut hair, adopted daughter, and the recovery of the wound were all completed under his witness.

But Bo Shenyan, that little bastard, didn't see anything.

But having owned it for two years should be enough.

For the rest of the night, Wenger sat by the bed and watched Yuan Jiayi sleep.

The years may have really forgotten him, so that he still has a bit of childishness when he is about to reach his thirties, so that even though he has experienced so many hardships, he can still treat life gently.

Yuan Xi probably was hungry after sleeping all night, kicking his calves and starting to wave his arms, judging by his posture, he was about to start crying in the next second.

Wenger didn't have time to appreciate Yuan Jiayi, so he quickly stood up and picked up the soft fat baby, "Shh, little fat girl, let your father sleep for a while."

He frowned and looked at the powdered milk on the table, hesitantly said, "...Uncle Wen made milk for you?"

A few minutes later, Yuan Xi cried loudly while holding the baby bottle. Yuan Jiayi was so startled that he sat up in a cold sweat, with a few tired wrinkles remaining on his eyelids, so he came over with his slippers and picked her up.

"Xixi, Xixi, hug me, dad," Yuan Jiayi glanced at Wenger whose suit was covered in milk stains, and raised his eyebrows at him suspiciously.

"?"what's the situation?

"The temperature may be a little lower," Wenger cleared his throat, "...I was thinking about letting you sleep a little longer."

Yuan Jiayi smiled, "It's okay Brother Wen, I've been used to it for a long time."

Wenger, who had something important to do, drove away in a hurry before having breakfast, Yuan Jiayi had no choice but to give up even if he felt sorry.

After the meal, Zhou Yunxin came to help him with Yuan Xi again, with a slightly evasive expression, as if he wanted to ask something.

Yuan Jiayi never took the initiative to ask others what they didn't want to say. After taking out the gift bought for Zhou Yunxin yesterday and giving it to her, he quickly left the house and rushed to work at the health center in the town.

Just over two hours after arriving at the unit, there was a sudden screech of brakes outside the door. Yuan Jiayi stopped the pen in his hand and looked out.

The people in the car seemed to be very sick. After turning off the ignition, they stayed in the car for a long time before they sat up straight from the prone steering wheel.

Then he opened the door and staggered out of the car.

The other doctors were having lunch and sleeping at this time, and Yuan Jiayi was the only one who was studying on the table alone. When he heard the sound, he took off the stethoscope hanging around his neck and put it in his pocket, then raised his leg and went out to help the man.

"What's wrong with you?"

The man's eye sockets are sunken, and the dark circles under his eyes are extremely heavy. One can tell at a glance that it is not caused by fatigue in the ordinary sense, and his figure can be said to be skinny.

"I have a fever, I have a fever... My body hurts, give me an injection..." The man grabbed Yuan Jiayi's arm, sweating profusely, "Just let me stop the pain soon..."

You can tell that the man is indeed having a fever without having to test the temperature, but Yuan Jiayi still went through the usual procedure to write down the diagnosis, and walked to the medicine cabinet with a few strokes of paper to add the medicine.

This patient doesn't look normal.

Yuan Jiayi bowed his head and flicked the ampoule, used the syringe to draw out the liquid medicine inside, occasionally raised his eyes from the reflection on the glass cabinet, and looked at the surprisingly pale patient lying on the bed behind him.

He adjusted the medicine and walked to the man, took out the tourniquet from the pocket of his white coat, and bent down to hold the man's wrist.

The coldness of the tentacles made Yuan Jiayi couldn't help but take a closer look at him.

It doesn't look like it's just a symptom of a fever.

somewhat familiar...

rather like...

"doctor……"

The man bared his sinister white teeth, but smiled flatteringly at Yuan Jiayi.

"Well, please speak."

Yuan Jiayi's hand that gave him the injection paused, his eyes fixed on his, and he was also looking at him seriously.

The tourniquet stretched out his blood vessels, and Yuan Jiayi could see that the man didn't seem to want to fight now, so he tore it off for him to let the blood flow back to smooth, and waited for him to finish speaking.

"Doctor, do you have mexadone?" the man asked in a low voice.

Yuan Jiayi frowned.

meth|sad|one... what does he want this for.

This drug is usually used as a detoxification or replacement maintenance treatment for opioid dependence.

Seeing Yuan Jiayi's hesitant expression, the man hastily grabbed Yuan Jiayi's arm again, clenching his wrist so hard that it turned red.

"Pethidine, pethidine is also fine... Please doctor..." He took something out of his pocket and stuffed it into Yuan Jiayi's white coat, "Please... ..."

Yuan Jiayi pressed the pocket to prevent him from stuffing things in, and at the same time glanced sideways at what he was holding in his hand.

What caught my eye was a stack of pink banknotes, with traces of some liquid drying up on it.

Out of surprise, Yuan Jiayi arched his knuckles and fiddled briefly, and found that there were more than a dozen sheets with the stain and the paper was crumpled.

He felt that his conjecture could basically be finalized.

Yuan Miao was poisoned by drugs, so he couldn't just watch such people still appear around him.

It is actually very simple to get methadone. You can get it at the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention in major cities at any time with your fingerprint identification. You don’t have to go to the health center in this small town to ask for it.

Now that he understands methadone, he also understands the significance of the existence of this drug. Naturally, he does not know how to obtain the drug is the easiest way.

Just because he refuses to expose his identity as a drug addict to receive drugs openly is enough to prove that he wants to relapse.

Because he has no intention of quitting drugs.

As long as he's relapsed, there's been buying and selling of drugs.

In addition, this person does not want to be recorded by the system.

Therefore, the person in front of him is more like another identity than taking drugs.

drug dealer.

The author has something to say: God, are day and night really two minds?

How did I say that kind of moaning last night, wanting e, wanting to vomit

Why am I so sick. (It’s hard for you old babies to coax me, hahaha, why am I such a dog?)

Woke up this morning with a headache, damn it, I'm going to get some medicine.

Thank you for watching, bow~

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