Dressed as the mortal enemy of the sick and charming male protagonist

It was the first time for Qi Song to taste the four words "resign to fate". He used to think that this was the most literal explanation of despair, but at this moment, he didn't know whether he still had hope for life.

He felt that he was lying on the bed, feeling light all over his body, and his thoughts were in chaos. For some reason, after returning from the trip, his spirit became worse and worse. Sometimes he even fell asleep all day long, unable to distinguish between day and night. It was dark night, but a figure flashed in his mind from time to time, but he remembered it more clearly than anything else.

He often felt the gentle touch on his cheek, which was both familiar and warm, prompting him to open his eyes hard.

When he opened his eyes, he saw Mu Tingzhou entering the door with a folder, and there was no one else in the ward.

Touching Qi Song's slightly expectant eyes, Mu Tingzhou walked to the hospital bed, "What's the matter? What are you looking at?"

Qi Song's eyes turned slightly without covering up, "I seem to feel that he is coming."

Mu Tingzhou, who was writing something in his notebook, paused, raised his eyes and said, "Him?"

Qi Song smiled and said, "If you don't know who he is, just pretend."

"Thinking too much, you didn't tell him about it, and you changed the hospital on purpose, how could he find it." Mu Tingzhou retorted.

Qi Song said: "Of course I know, just imagine it."

Mu Tingzhou glared at him angrily, "Who told you not to confess to him? If you confess, why can't he stay by your side right now?"

"Having said that, but... I still don't want to see him sad. Seeing him suffer makes me feel uncomfortable, but don't worry, I've said everything I need to say, it just depends on the time of day." question."

After Qi Song said these words, he was almost as angry as a gossamer. He no longer had the strength to look at it. He lowered his head on the pillow, and he had to listen carefully to hear his words clearly.

"Okay, don't talk anymore, I found that you talk a lot recently." Mu Tingzhou squeezed the corner of the quilt and said.

Qi Song laughed heartlessly, "Speaking of which, I suddenly remembered that I haven't eaten the gourd chicken that Shen Ci bought for me that day. I really want to eat it all the time. It's a pity."

"Do you still want to eat?" Mu Tingzhou's eyes flickered slightly, and he asked in a slow voice.

Qi Song smiled and said: "Doctor Mu, you are still a doctor, have you forgotten that I am a person undergoing surgery, and I can't eat indiscriminately."

"It's not as serious as you said. Since you want to eat, I can give you a privilege."

Qi Song really didn't expect the serious Mu Tingzhou to say such a thing, and looked at him with wide eyes in disbelief.

"Are you serious?"

"When did I tell a lie?"

It's true that he didn't say much, but he was a little caught off guard by the sudden change of the person who always regarded him very strictly.

"Old Mu, it's okay. Today is very good, but usually he is still putting on airs. If you are like this, can Jiang Xu stand you?"

Looking at the pretendingly relaxed smile on his face, Mu Tingzhou couldn't help but secretly sighed.

"Eat salty radish and don't worry about it. You still care about Jiang Xu? Do you still want to eat that chicken?"

Qi Song showed a gossiping expression, but suddenly remembered something, and said in a lost tone: "Oh, I just said that casually, I saw that gourd chicken when Shen Ci and I were traveling in that city, and it was just a whim at the time. , how could it be sold here."

"You keep your mouth shut and say a lot. Since you can't let him go, why do you do it again? If you feel bad, he will feel bad too."

Qi Song was silent for a moment, and a sad expression quickly slipped across his face, "What nonsense, I just thought of this suddenly, and I don't feel too bad."

"Is it really?"