Through the past and the present, I regard you as the king

The following days were very ordinary, ordinary to boring.

The home has returned to its previous deserted appearance, the kitchen is empty, the refrigerator is empty, and the guest bedroom is even more empty.The dirty clothes were rolled in the washing machine, and two or three sparse ones were hung on the balcony.

Mu Feng put all his energy into his work again, took on a lot of work, and visited each ward without touching the ground every day.Corey received thank-you letters and banners one after another, saying that Dr. Mu has been particularly concerned about patients recently, with noble medical ethics, excellent medical ethics, and rejuvenating hands.Later, the leaders of the hospital also heard about it, and they praised Mu Feng by name at the regular meeting. Together with the director of surgery, he said that he is good at leading people and is worth learning from all departments.

This made Zhao Qin and the others envious.

Zhao Qin also asked Mu Feng behind his back if he planned to apply for a professional title, that's why he worked so hard.

Mu Feng smiled and said nothing.

Ever since Nian Qi left, he always felt that he had too much energy. Whether it was eating or sleeping, whenever he was free, he couldn't help thinking about Nian Qi.Thinking about where he was and what he was doing, sometimes when he walked to the door of the room where Nianqi lived, he would be dazed for a moment, not daring to go in, and not wanting to leave, so he just stared blankly at every wrinkle on his bed.

He thought of the movement of twenty-seven sleeping on it and turning over, the lines of his abdominal muscles stretched when he got up and stretched, and his fiery body temperature.

Then he suddenly came back to his senses, and an impulse surged in his heart, clamoring to call Nianqi and listen to his authentic voice.However, he still held back and didn't fight in the end.

If you can't fight, you will want to go to him if you fight.

Mu Feng knew that he was sick, lovesickness, very serious, and there was no cure.So I buried myself between the hospital and the patients, using busyness as a placebo to keep myself from being idle.

After working so exhaustingly for almost a month, Zhao Qin pulled him on the scale and lost several catties. Mu Feng looked at the number and could only think that he still had two medical records that he hadn't finished writing.

"Do you need to work so hard?" Zhao Qin asked while eating the chocolate that the little nurse gave him, "Actually, you still want to get a professional title?"

Sure enough, let him be sure, Mu Feng was called by the director just after he got off the scale, and he was talking about this title.

After finishing speaking, the director took a sip of tea and asked, "Xiao Mu, tell me what you think."

Sitting across from the director's desk, Mu Fengduan really didn't have any ideas in his stomach.He knows that he has low qualifications, and there are several seniors who entered the hospital earlier than him. In terms of qualifications, Zhao Qin can overwhelm him. He reached out for it.

It's not that I won't fight anymore, it's just that I'm still young, so it's okay to wait two years longer.He still understands the truth that rushing ahead will be unpleasant.

"I still want to practice for another two years, and I don't plan to declare my title now." Mu Feng said truthfully.

The director laughed and said, "There is no need to let this matter go, let the capable ones live!"

"Really, Dr. Zhang and Dr. Wang should have declared according to their qualifications. We have too many talents in our hospital. They are proficient in business and have excellent professional skills. After all, I am still young, and I have to learn some things from you and everyone. study."

"Hmm..." Hearing what Mu Feng said, the director pretended to think about it, but actually heaved a sigh of relief.Some people are happy and some are worried when it comes to job title evaluation. Zhang and Wang have really delayed this opportunity until now. If Mu Feng really intends to make a killing, it will not be easy to handle.

Now it's much easier. The director An Xin sipped his tea and said, "Xiao Mu, you won't take that long. You have performed outstandingly recently, and your superiors are very optimistic about you. Even if you don't declare this time, you can succeed next time. "

Mu Feng smiled politely.

"Since you want to exercise again, I won't force you, ah, once there is any latest news from above, I will tell you in time!" The director smiled and nodded, very satisfied with Mu Feng's general knowledge.

Mu Feng thanked him and had a few polite words with the director before he was released.

After returning to the office and finishing writing the two medical records, a call came from the operating room to confirm the operation time with him.Mu Feng was so busy that he was almost confused, and then he remembered that he had made an appointment at [-] o'clock this afternoon, which was a laparoscope.

Looking through the patient's medical record, he found that a blood test report hadn't come back yet. He calculated the time, and it might not be able to catch up with the delivery in batches, so he got up and went to the laboratory to urge him in person.

Qi Shaochuan happened to be off duty, and it was a young doctor who had just joined the job who was looking for a report for him.

While standing at the window and waiting for the results, Mu Feng saw a tall and thin man coming up from the stairs, wearing a mask, obviously indoors with large framed sunglasses hanging on the bridge of his nose.

He looked up at the sign, and then walked towards Mu Feng with a clear goal. He also leaned on the window to ask if there was any result of his examination, with one foot on the ground, and his fingers dangling on the countertop.

Because it was getting closer, a pungent but familiar scent of perfume wafted through.

Mu Feng frowned, it's really a narrow road to the enemy, this smell coupled with this body shape and movement, isn't it the flame.It's just that he recognized it without a glance, except that Yanhuo had made a little disguise, and it was more because he was wearing something so normal, as normal as an ordinary singer - white casual leather shoes, ankle pants , a plain slim-fit shirt with a lapel jacket, and even the long-winded necklace and earrings were taken off.

Mu Feng almost thought that he had admitted the wrong person.

When Yanhuo saw the person next to him, he pulled down his sunglasses a little, recognized him immediately, and greeted him with a smile: "Hey, Doctor Mu?"

"..." Mu Feng wanted to turn around and walk away.

"Don't run away, I won't do anything to you." Yanhuo didn't move, but looked around, "Where's your servant, isn't he here today?"

Mu Feng raised his eyebrows, "Are you afraid of him?"

"Hey," Yanhuo pushed on his sunglasses, "I'm afraid of him, the beating hurts so much, the aftertaste is so far..."

At this time, two report cards popped out of the window, but Mu Feng didn't answer.The two each took their own reports and looked down. Mu Feng felt relieved when he saw that the patient's blood test was normal and there was no problem with the operation.

But Yanhuo frowned, coughed twice, and handed the inspection report to Mu Feng.

"Help me, what do these arrows mean?"

Mu Feng thought to himself that you are sick and go to a specialist doctor, why are you looking for me, but he still glanced at him, and asked him, "What's wrong with you?"

"I started to have a sore throat the day before yesterday," Yan Huo said while pinching the flesh in his throat, "it's nothing serious, but yesterday my manager found out and forced me to come for a checkup."

After reading the results of the blood test, Mu Feng said, "It's a bit of inflammation, maybe it's pharyngitis or tonsillitis, although the blood picture doesn't look very high... But let's see a specialist, aren't you a singer? Your voice should be very important, right?" .”

Yanhuo smiled, "Are you concerned about me?"

Immediately followed by a sharp glance.

"Hey, are you on fire?" After a while, Mu Feng suddenly asked, "I saw your news before, so what..."

"Fengxing concert." Yanhuo said for him.

"Oh, probably." Anyway, Mu Feng didn't care whose concert it was, he looked at Yanhuo again, with sunglasses and a mask, standard celebrity streetwear, "You seem... different from before? "

Yanhuo smiled wryly, "Yes, I'm thinking about it, didn't I make a bet with you at Carrefour that day?"

Mu Feng didn't expect him to remember this, "..."

"For you, after I went back, I made a special trip to find an agent, and asked him to help me find a place, or any other opportunity, I want to perform." The five-year contract signed by the company is about to expire, and the manager has taken over the newcomer, so he doesn't care much about me anymore, but I really want to sing." He stared at Mu Feng for a while, with straight eyes You can feel it through the jet-black lenses, and Hao doesn't hide it.

"At that time, not to mention punk-style albums, I couldn't even get enough of a piece of entertainment variety show, and the songs I wrote couldn't be sold. The higher-ups didn't even think about what else I could tap. .”

Yanhuo leaned against the wall, and continued: "In the past, if you think you can terminate the contract, you can terminate the contract. At worst, you can go back to fight fists, or sing in the clouds. When the contract was terminated, I remembered what you said, and I was not reconciled." He paused, "Because I found that what you said was too true, I am not a punk material at all."

"...And then?" Mu Feng raised his hand to check the time, it was still early for the operation.

"Then I got the hang of it," Yanhuo laughed, "I dug out the songs I wrote before, perfected the score and lyrics, and begged people to let me sing a few lines at Fengxing's pre-show warm-up."

Mu Feng raised his eyes, "Is it on fire?"

"It's not popular, it can only be regarded as earning attention, at least to restore my decadent image with no future development. That's..." He looked at Mu Feng, "The bet with you is completely defeated, I may not be able to sing It's punk."

Mu Feng really wanted to say that this is really gratifying and congratulatory, but he still took into account his depressed mood and sighed, "It's pretty good now."

Yanhuo nodded helplessly, he didn't want to talk about it anymore, and instead asked, "What about your little friend, I remember he is very attached to you, if he sees us together, he will definitely explode."

"...he went to fend for himself."

"separated?"

Mu Feng: "...No"

Yanhuo saw that he was obviously unwilling to say more. After a while, he glanced at the time and knew that it was Mu Feng's working time. It was inconvenient to disturb him any longer, so he swallowed all the words consciously, "Then let's talk next time. I'll go to the doctor to prescribe medicine", and then waved goodbye.

Don't talk anymore, Mu Feng thought.