Heartburn

If it is said that Chi Zhao's love for Fu Nan'an before was more superficial appreciation, with a playful and curious interest, then the moment Chi Zhao took the cotton candy, Chi Zhao really felt that something was different up.The sweet and greasy sugar melted in his mouth, and his heart seemed to be crushed, soaked, and melted, and some subtle feelings took root and were about to germinate.

When he went to the psychology department to report the next day, Chi Zhao specially wore a handsome hairstyle. He knew that Fu Nan'an couldn't see it, but there was still a sense of ritual that should be there.

Chi Zhao was originally a handsome, sunny boy with a high-spirited look. He was called to the door of the psychology department office as soon as he entered.

A doctor sitting at the door asked him, "Are you the new intern?"

Chi Zhao smiled generously, with a small dimple on the corner of his mouth: "Hello, teachers, I am a new intern, my name is Chi Zhao, and I am a clinical major."

No one would dislike a serious and polite junior. There were not many people in the office. Before Fu Nan'an came, Chi Zhao quickly became acquainted with several other doctors. Enthusiastically pulled him over to ask questions.

"Are you from a big clinic?" A round-faced senior sister asked him, "Are you also here for psychological practice?"

"Well, I just added it," Chi Zhao thought for a while, but still didn't say what he knew, "It wasn't originally planned, but the school thought it was necessary, so it was added for us."

"Very good," another senior sister with a ponytail said to him enviously, "I really wanted to study clinical medicine at that time, but unfortunately my grades were a little lower and I didn't pass the exam."

"Each department has its own characteristics," Chi Zhao quickly comforted her, "The psychology department doesn't need to be on night shift, we are all envious."

"That's true," the senior sister laughed, and originally said casually, "I didn't like it before, but now that I have learned a lot, I think it's quite interesting."

Several people were chatting happily here, when there was a muffled sound on the other side, Chi Zhao looked up and found that a boy about his age had dropped the documents on the table, and the white paper was scattered all over the floor .

Chi Zhao walked over to help him pick it up together: "Are you all right?"

The boy lowered his head and sorted out the materials without speaking.

Chi Zhao handed him the materials he had picked up: "Are you also here for an internship?"

"Chen Kaiji," the boy stared at Chi Jian for a while, and then said coldly, "A senior in clinical psychology."

A very arrogant little boy, wearing hip-hop pants under the white coat, and the purple sneakers are even more eye-catching. At first glance, he looks like a young master who has been spoiled and grown up.There was a thorn in the young master's cold voice, and Chi Zhao could see his hostility towards him.

"Kaiji is here! Let's go, let's check the house," the ponytailed senior sister greeted him enthusiastically, Chen Kaiji's body stiffened, and the arrogant young master immediately stammered: "Master, senior sister Good morning."

The original source is here, Chi Zhao smiled helplessly.

The more you explain this kind of thing, the more chaotic it becomes. It is better not to explain it. Chi Zhao is not the kind of person who puts a hot face on a cold butt. He introduced himself to Chen Kaiji without saying a word, and then returned to his original position.

The ponytailed senior sister left with Chen Kaiji, and Chi Zhao remembered another important thing: "By the way, Professor Fu hasn't come yet?"

"Professor Fu Nan'an?" The round-faced senior sister explained to him, "Professor Fu has his own office, and he usually doesn't come here until the official rounds in the morning."

"What about normal times?" Chi Zhao asked, "Does he usually stay in his own office or this big office?"

"In fact, he often sees patients," the senior sister smiled helplessly. "There is no way, Professor Fu is too busy. Many patients come from other places, so they insist on seeing him."

Chi Zhao nodded: "Yes."

After all, they are from the same department, just chatting with each other, Chi Zhao found out a lot of information about Fu Nan'an, for example, he doesn't eat sweets, he likes to drink oolong tea, for example, his family lives behind the hospital Residential areas, another example...he has no date yet.

Before Zhong Yangqiu also said that he should not have a partner, Chi also had a vague feeling when he was taking care of his circle of friends, but "should" and "sure" are still different. I heard people in the department definitely say that Fu Nan'an When there is no object, Chi Zhao still can't help laughing from the bottom of his heart.

On the surface, he was still calm and unbelievable: "Really? Didn't you say that many people like Professor Fu?"

"Professor Fu has a high vision." The round-faced senior sister glanced at her mouth, "There are quite a few people who follow the professor. Those who send flowers and gifts every day, few can add his personal WeChat account."

It turned out that there were really many people chasing him!

Chi Zhao was just asking casually at first, but now the alarm bells were ringing in his heart, and he felt a sense of crisis in an instant.But then he thought about the chatting between the two from time to time, and Fu Nan'an's gentle tone, and a tinge of sweetness couldn't be restrained in his heart.

Anyway, he added Fu Nan'an's wechat, and chatted with him often!

Fu Nan'an rarely approached Chi Zhao on WeChat, but whenever Chi Zhao took the initiative to find him, he would try to reply in a timely manner. When Chi Zhao reminded him to add clothes, he would politely say thank you, and when he reported the situation, he would reply. I will gently say that I have worked hard, and occasionally ask him some professional-related questions, and he will explain by voice. The content of the chat may not be long, but I can feel that he is not perfunctory and impatient.

"What are you talking about?" The familiar sound of blind cane interrupted Chi Zhao's thoughts, and Fu Nan'an pushed the door open and walked in.

Chi Zhao stood up quickly: "Good morning, Professor Fu."

Several other doctors and nurses also greeted him one after another: "Morning, Professor.", "Morning."

Fu Nan'an didn't put on airs, and greeted the doctors and nurses one by one. Knowing that it was Chi Zhao's first day here, he made a special trip to him and asked him, "How do you feel about coming to the psychology department?"

Chi Zhao greeted Fu Nan'an on WeChat last night, so Fu Nan'an was not surprised that he came. Chi Zhao said "very good", and Fu Nan'an laughed jokingly: "I see you It's amazing, I got acquainted with the little girls in our department so quickly."

"Just chatting casually."

Chi Zhao's face became hot, and he was rarely uncomfortable. When Fu Nan'an was not around, he could ask questions without fear, but now that Fu Nan'an was in front of him, he didn't know how to speak. It was the kind of shyness unique to the person he liked.

Fu Nan'an smiled gently, and didn't continue to ask, but the senior sister on the side smiled and said, "I talked a lot, and I even talked about you, Professor Fu."

"Oh?" Fu Nan'an raised his eyebrows slightly, "What are you talking about about me?"

"Love history," the senior sister said without hesitation. Obviously, this is not the first time this topic has been discussed in the department. "Professor Fu, please tell me your love story. We all want to hear it."

Chi Zhao's face turned even redder, and he couldn't help pricking up his ears. Fu Nan'an raised his lips, and he wasn't angry but didn't answer directly. He just asked her: "Did you understand all the questions I asked you yesterday?"

"Professor, you do this every time," the senior sister pouted, "I'm not the only one who is curious... Chi Zhao also wants to know, right Chi Zhao?"

Chi Zhao was suddenly called by name, and seeing his senior sister winking at him, he had no choice but to admit: "There is a little... I want to know."

I really want to know, I don't want to be lying.

Professor Fu is too gentle, like a distant mountain that is beyond reach, Chi Zhao sometimes thinks, who will such a person burn passionately for?

He raised his eyes and stared at Fu Nan'an's eyebrows, thinking, there should be some, after all, he is in his 30s, and there are so many people who like him...

"...No." Fu Nan'an pressed his eyebrows, as if he didn't expect them to be so interested, and said helplessly, "I haven't been in a relationship before."

"Wow," the senior sister heard the answer for the first time, her eyes widened, and she blurted out a series of questions, "Has it never happened before? Why? Don't many people like you?"

"Almost, huh?"

Fu Nan'an stopped answering, and tapped the blind stick calmly, and the senior sister immediately shut up: "I'm sorry, professor, I won't ask anymore, I'll go to work now!"

"Well, let's go," Fu Nan'an ordered lightly, "Read the book carefully again, and I will ask questions during the rounds later."

The time for rounds came soon, and other interns came one after another. Chi Zhao didn't think about it anymore, and followed behind the big team with a pen to keep recording.

And when he saw Fu Nan'an's profile in his spare time, the question still flashed in his mind unconsciously - why?

He was delighted that Fu Nan'an had never been in a relationship before, and wondered why such an outstanding person would always choose to be single?

Later, some brothers and sisters secretly discussed Fu Nan'an's celibacy, and Chi Zhao listened to them, and rarely interrupted them: "Don't talk nonsense about things you don't understand."

Fu Nan'an is gentle in life, but he is rigorous and harsh at work. Maybe because Chi Zhao is new here, Fu Nan'an didn't ask him any questions in the next few days, nor did he ask other clinical students, but Every day, the interns and junior doctors who majored in psychology would ask questions, and those who could not answer were asked to copy the corresponding content from the book three times.

After being fined for copying for several days, an intern couldn't help complaining: "These questions you asked are not the point!"

Fu Nan'an looked at him indifferently, and said the golden sentence that every teacher would say: "Patients don't get sick according to the points in your book."

He said he was strict, but he did learn a lot. Chi Zhao is a clinical student, and his understanding of psychology was still at a very one-sided stage. After checking the room for a few days, Chi Zhao has a very three-dimensional understanding of the psychology department. : This is an emerging discipline and a science. There is no essential difference between psychological diseases and colds and fevers. There are traces to follow, and there is no need for discrimination and demonization.

Fu Nan'an respected the patient, so the patient also gave him absolute respect. The patients in the ward liked him very much, even though sometimes they screamed and cried bitterly when they couldn't control their emotions. Will take his hand seriously and say thank you to him.

Fu Nan'an's office is full of pennants, and behind each one is a new hope. This is the charm of the profession of a doctor, and it is also the charm of Fu Nan'an.

The fifth hospital is a general hospital, but there are quite a few patients in the psychology department. Under the leadership of a group of teachers, the daily rounds are carried out in an orderly manner. After the rounds are completed, everyone goes to work on their own. The interns were vacant.

"Go to the nearby clinic to read," Fu Nan'an ordered after the room inspection that day, "other teachers will call you if necessary."

Chi Zhao asked, "What about you?"

Fu Nan'an said, "I have a meeting to hold."

The meeting lasted from morning to night, during which Chi Zhao helped a brother run twice, and spent the rest of the time reading in the consulting room.After all, they are clinical students and have never studied psychology, so the department is not at ease with them.

But this is also beneficial. Chi Zhao borrowed a psychological textbook and carefully pondered a few chapters, and still learned a lot.

eight pm.

Fu Nan'an finally came back from the meeting.

Hearing the familiar sound of the blind cane, Chi Zhao greeted him with joy. Like a child showing off, he was about to tell Fu Nan'an what he had learned today, when he ran in front of Fu Nan'an, he suddenly found a bruise on his forehead. Bruises and bruises spread on one side of the temple, and the skin was broken in some places.

Chi Zhao was surprised: "Professor Fu, what's wrong with you? Why did you suddenly have such a big green spot on your head?"

"Is it blue?" Fu Nan'an frowned slightly, pressed his fingers lightly on the side of his forehead, and hissed softly, "No wonder it hurts so much."

Chi Zhao was a little anxious: "Where did you hit?"

"Well, I hit the door." Fu Nan'an nodded and said indifferently, "It's a regular thing, and it will be fine in two days."

Ever since he became blind, bumps and bumps have become commonplace for Fu Nan'an. After all, he is not a healthy person, and even with the help of a blind stick, it is impossible to be as sensitive as a normal person.

Fu Nan'an got used to it long ago, smiled gently and said it's okay, turned around and went into his office, but Chi Zhao didn't see it, and hurriedly borrowed iodophor and cotton swabs from the nurse's station next to him, and said anxiously: "Let me wipe it for you , all skinned."

"Do not--"

Fu Nan'an subconsciously refused, but Chi Zhao had already leaned over, the clean breath unique to young people poured into his nostrils, and the movements on his wrists were so cautious.

"It'll be fine soon," Chi Zhao was very nervous, carefully rubbing his hands to avoid hurting Fu Nan'an, his voice was trembling, "Does it hurt here?"

That movement was too gentle, like a puppy stretching out its paws, Fu Nan'an's Adam's apple moved slightly, swallowing the refusal that came to his mouth, and said, "It's okay."

Chi Zhao's movements became even slower, holding his hands together as if he was afraid that he would melt: "I'll take it easy, don't worry."

Fu Nan'an smiled gently: "Well, thank you for your hard work."

"It may hurt a little bit, bear with it."

……

"Okay, okay, it'll be fine soon."

……

Outside the door separated by a wall, Zou Anhe, who was about to push the door, had a strange expression on his face, curling his fingers on the doorknob.

It hurts a little, take it easy, bear with it... Who can tell him what is going on here? !