Perfect Two

For a moment, he found that he had finally developed another extreme mood, which was completely opposite to the previous state.This was beyond his previous experience, and it was not what he expected, it appeared suddenly.

So, I don't know how to deal with it.

My thoughts unconsciously began to recall every moment in the past, from the time I had memory to the present, to the tiny branches that just sprouted—it was still very strange, and I never had such emotional needs in the most embarrassing moment. There is no psychology of wanting to grab a person.

Fu Zhou thinks that when he was to that extent for Yang Tian, ​​he never had such a passionate and urgent desire.It was natural for him and Yang Tian to live together, there was a big hand pushing behind him, and all the progress and directions were within the expectation of that invisible big hand.

So everything is natural and as it should be.

At that time, Fu Zhou always felt that he should live in the same house with Yang Tian, ​​eat with him, and discuss all the knowledge in life with him.Even at that moment, they have not met, they are still two strangers.Then wait for a while, we will see each other one day, and then we will enter the track of living together.

"Living with Yang Tian" is not a state, but a result, an end of life.

Fu Zhou never had any doubts.Then that little bastard suddenly appeared, trying to do something beside Yang Tian, ​​wanting to fight Fu Zhou again.At that time, Fu Zhou did not have the obsession to "keep Yang Tian behind".In his point of view, Yang Tian belonged to him in the first place, they were still living together, and there was no problem at all.

The problem was that little bastard, he was in the wrong place.At that time, Fu Zhou just wanted to "drive him out of our lives".

This is very different from how it feels now.

To tell the difference...Fu Zhou's fingertips brushed across Cheng Xirong's cheeks, and Cheng Xirong's skin immediately left a few red marks, reflecting the fair skin very conspicuously.There are some red blood streaks on the edge, which are rarely seen at ordinary times, and it only showed up when he was emotional, making him look pink.

Very attractive color.

A "predatory" mentality that has never been there before, because this person is completely aroused.

Fu Zhou recalled what he had experienced, "Stubborn as a donkey", this is everyone's evaluation of him.But his persistence is limited to his own bottom line. Besides, he has shown indifference since he was very young.However, his bottom line is very low, and there are not many things that he can insist on, only a few, most of which are centered on his own feelings.For the rest, he has been avoiding them all the time, always compromising and retreating.

That's why that little bastard was allowed to enter the Fu's family, allowing him to have his own world.That's why I moved out of the house and left that environment completely to that child.That's why something happened later, and the choice disappeared completely.

He didn't contact his helpless mother, didn't admit his relationship with the Fu family, and avoided contact with Yang Tian.Keep your head down and do your own thing and live alone.

He was actually very negative, even when he saw Cheng Xirong back then, the young man had some charming thoughts in his heart, and he just chewed and savored it in his heart.Then there is no more.

Most of the time, what he needs is a state of "satisfying himself", to make himself feel comfortable.Whether it's secretly taking pictures of Cheng Xirong, or later collecting objects used by Cheng Xirong, it's just a kind of self-satisfaction.

This state has lasted for many years, and at this moment...

changed.

Fu Zhou didn't want to close the door and entertain himself anymore.He wanted a double arrow interaction, wanted to keep this person by his side.

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This kind of mood is a bit delicate, it is not suitable to be placed in the sun, it cannot be spread out, and it cannot be seen by others.Nor should it be noticed.

It was wet in itself, with the aquatic plants under the water surface, and the fishy smell covered the whole body, entangled and indistinguishable.These are the distracting thoughts that arise from the dark corners, and they can only stay in the silt that belongs to them, without being able to see the sunlight.

Fu Zhou knows what is good and what is bad, knows what can be expressed, and clearly understands what words should be hidden - besides, for him, he thinks more than he does, knowing good and bad does not prevent him from thinking , I will not take the initiative to express it when I think of it.Generally speaking, he converges inward without distinction, ponders everything in his heart, and rarely speaks.

It's just that in the current situation, if Fu Zhou didn't open his mouth, the conversation seemed to be broken, and there was no way to continue.Cheng Xirong's state is not right, his mood is not stable, he is floating in the air.After Cheng Xirong said that sentence, he stopped talking and froze in place, not even responding to Fu Zhou scratching his face.

There is a reaction.When Fu Zhou's nails scraped across his face, he flinched instinctively, and turned his head in a very small arc to the side, trying to hide.But he didn't know what he was thinking of. He just made a movement, but he was stuck in place, his neck froze, and he didn't move again.

Not stupid, not lost in thought.He was sober, rational and in control, but he just let Fu Zhou toss his face without any response—maybe not responding itself is a way of responding.

Just don't know what he was thinking.

Fu Zhou let go of his fingers, and began to rub Cheng Xirong's face with his fingertips, regretting that he lost his mind just now, and it didn't matter how serious it was.In the past, Cheng Xirong had rough skin and thick flesh, and when he rolled down the stairs during filming, his skin was scratched a little - he still couldn't tell, because his skin color was not fair after all.When he was young, he took a straightforward and straightforward path, but later he moved closer to the image of a tough guy, standing upright at all times, as if he had an indestructible body.

It is true that he has also encountered several situations, big and small, at most it was a cut in the flesh, and he didn't even make news, and it was all up to the sharp eyes of the fans to find out.Fu Zhou would also follow his news in private, always thinking that he should be regarded as a lucky person, the one that fate favors very much.

I didn't expect to save up for a big one, to shock everyone's attention and make people unable to recover.In the past, he didn't like to talk about this kind of thing as a topic, but in the end it occupied the headlines of all news websites and stayed there for so long.

Therefore, the biggest winner is fate itself, and no one can bear it.

Now, he changed into a new shell and returned to this world.Fu Zhou couldn't help but think, this is also a sign of good luck, right?Not everyone can be resurrected from the dead, and such things as soul possession have only been seen in his case until now.

Fate has been kind to him, he has suffered and suffered, but the final result is not bad.Death and life are important matters, and the rest can be endured.

So thank fate.Fu Zhou emphasized it himself, really, very grateful.

It's just that compared with before, this person in front of me is really different.

It's too tender.It is difficult to connect this body with Cheng Xirong, who is in his 30s. There is no way to build a bridge between them. It is basically two worlds that cannot communicate with each other.Fu Zhou also looked at the materials of Cheng Xirong at each stage since his debut, and the people in those old photos are much different from the one in front of him.

Even the 20-year-old Cheng Xirong is not so young and fair, like a child.It will turn red when you touch it a little bit, and it will come out from the white tenderness, and it will become a pink person.

When I close my eyes, I am full of joy and enjoyment. I love this feeling from the bottom of my heart.When you open your eyes and look at this person, you will still feel a little strange and uncomfortable—even if the two of you have lived together for a long time.

It's just that Fu Zhou is good at patience and is also used to pretending, never revealing his thoughts.So on the surface it looks the same, he is still calm and calm.

The room was quiet, Cheng Xirong's breathing was very shallow and irregular, occasionally a sound could be heard.What was left was Fu Zhou's own breathing and his own heartbeat.

It feels like there's still a lot to say, and there's still a lot that hasn't been said.For a while, those questions seemed unnecessary.It's not important, don't worry too much about it.

Fu Zhou pressed his fingertips on Cheng Xirong's face to cover a red mark, and asked in a low voice, "Why don't you hide?"

Cheng Xirong turned his head away, shook off Fu Zhou's hand, and turned to the other side.It's just that he still didn't open his mouth, and his mouth was tightly squeezed, as if he was resisting something.

The two have their own concerns, and both have some complexes that cannot be disclosed to the public. The entanglement in the bottom of their hearts has become a dead knot, which is difficult to untie.

The atmosphere is a bit cold.

It stands to reason that now is the time for tenderness. They had just had intimate contact, and the two became the closest people in the world, leaving their own marks on each other's body.Whether it's lying together and talking about love, or the trivial things of life, in short, that charming dream should continue, and there will be a moment of joy left.

Unfortunately not.

Fu Zhou looked at Cheng Xirong, who was lying on his side on the bed, looking at the dark gap under the curtain.After a moment of stalemate, Cheng Xirong spoke first: "I don't have any appetite, I feel a little uncomfortable, I want to lie down for a while. You eat by yourself."

The implication is "Go out, I want to stay by myself for a while, don't disturb me".For Cheng Xirong's usual habits and style, this is already a very euphemistic way of expressing it, which is rare.At the end, there was a reassuring sentence, with a bit of concern, as if he was concerned about the mood of the people around him.

It's rare to see him have a careful side, apart from his own emotions, he has a little attention to pay attention to other people.Cheng Xirong himself felt that he had tried his best, and that he was able to achieve this level of thoroughness was the result of his restraint and his attempts to do so.

No matter how much he said, he didn't have the heart to do it. He didn't want to cover up and completely violate his own heart.

He thought, I'm just such a person, I don't have a good temper, I'm straight and aggressive, I really can't get along well with him for a long time.My friends think I'm nice because I'm fun and can get along with everyone.But what about a partner?

It's kind of disgusting.

Negativity weighed down on him, pulling him down from the clouds and down to the ground.This was not enough, the soreness all over his body affected his emotions, he continued to tug and tug, while reminding him how he came to be in his current situation, and then dragged him into the mud.

So there is that sentence.

Don't be patient, don't be patient with me.When you are not satisfied, just say it directly, and then walk away from me.Let's get together and get together, let's have a good time.

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It was completely driven by emotions, because there was a villain wandering in my heart, leading Cheng Xirong to that position.Cheng Xirong himself couldn't resist, he couldn't do anything, he could only let that villain do whatever he wanted.

Let that person open his mouth and say something like that.He also let the villain circle his head, stay where he was, and let Fu Zhou catch him.Everything seems to have nothing to do with me, it is another person doing these things.It's like borrowing someone else's shell, and that person uses his own body to do what he wants to do.

I am just a bystander.

It's just that the villain seems to be satisfied after doing these things, and has no more extravagant demands.He turned around and jumped off the cliff, disappearing completely.

Cheng Xirong regained control of this body and regained control over his emotions.Then...he felt a little uncomfortable.

Although intellectually it is very clear that this is all a game I set up, it is what I said, and it is also what I did.But he always has the feeling that he is cleaning up the mess for others, he is very aggrieved, and the whole person is not smooth.

He thought, what am I doing here?Am I begging Fu Zhou?I want to beg him to stay, stay with me?Why do I put myself in such a humble position?

Who can't live without it!You still have to live, so why put on such a low profile?

Do I love him very much?No.Then why should I?

The more I thought about it, the more I felt that I was talking too much, I said things I shouldn't have said, and expressed feelings that shouldn't exist.Then the mood got worse.It has nothing to do with Fu Zhou, he just doesn't like himself like this, it's hard to convince himself to admit his behavior, and he can't accept himself doing such a thing.

It doesn't matter who the other party is, if it's anyone else, he will feel like this - no, if it wasn't for Fu Zhou, he probably wouldn't have said such a sentence, and he wouldn't put himself in the position of a supplicant above the position.

Cheng Xirong was caught in a conflict, as if turning his face against others, he didn't want to face it after speaking.He wanted to keep a little distance from Fu Zhou, and wanted to stay by himself for a while to calm down.

As a result, Fu Zhou lowered his head and watched for a while, then remained silent without saying anything, and the room was quiet.After that, Fu Zhou suddenly leaned over, and without further ado, he lifted Cheng Xirong up.

Cheng Xirong was not prepared at all, his body flew into the air, and suddenly lost weight, his face changed with fright: "What are you doing?"

"Change the sheets. Cleaning is also required. You can stay elsewhere for a while."

Cheng Xirong: "..."

Who was it that said you were not in a hurry?Who is it that says rest is enough and then cleaning?How long has it been before and after, and it will change as soon as it is said, isn't this speed too fast?

When the thought came to this point, Cheng Xirong thought again, and felt that he couldn't look at Fu Zhou that way either.It was me who turned my face first, and my attitude changed a lot before and after. I am very clear about my mood.Probably because of this, Fu Zhou was not happy.

If you are not happy, you have to find something to do. I didn't see that this guy still has such a way to hold his breath.In the past, he was obedient and obedient, no matter how much he rubbed, he had no complaints or temper, and never confronted others.Now it's good, let him succeed, but it's even more rampant.

It seems to be close.The layer of alienation that was always separated before was finally broken, and there was no need to wear that false mask anymore.Do whatever you want, express your mood, and release your truest self.These are only for the closest people to watch, and no one else is allowed to touch them.

But is this good?Cheng Xirong couldn't figure it out.He knew that after he revealed his identity, the relationship between the two would definitely deteriorate.No matter whether it is good or bad, at least you can't just be a "companion" as you wish.

Maybe it's more of a "partner".With one more word, the situation before and after is very different, which means that there is an extra layer of bondage between each other, and at the same time, there is an extra responsibility.Cheng Xirong himself can't tell whether this is what he wants, or whether he rejects it.

He simply stopped talking and didn't resist, Cheng Xirong let Fu Zhou carry him to the next door.The room was not ventilated, Cheng Zi did not turn on the ventilation fan after sleeping, the projection room was a bit stuffy, and there were some smells that should not belong to this home.Cheng Xirong was thrown on the sofa. The other party's movements were not gentle, and when his body hit the soft sponge, he lost his balance.

The hand that threw him down stretched out again, and helped him on his shoulder.

Cheng Xirong suddenly found it funny.

Fu Zhou was still sullen, but he couldn't hold back after all, and asked, "What are you laughing at?"

"Neuropathy."

Both are.

Fu Zhou thought he was referring to him, but Cheng Xirong meant that he was very nervous with a tigerish face and temper at the moment.As a result, his face became even more gloomy, the corners of his mouth tightened, and there was a faint trace, casting a shadow.

Cheng Xirong sighed and said to himself, "Is it an endocrine or hormone problem? Is there something wrong with this shell? Why am I so hard to control myself?"

Fu Zhou was stunned, and he stood there blankly and asked back, "What?"

"I didn't do it on purpose, um... I mean just now. I couldn't control myself. I couldn't control my temper before, but it's even harder when I'm in this body. I often feel like a bitter woman, with very bad emotions. Stability is also very negative, especially negative. I have noticed it myself. Could it be because of the heart?"

Speaking of the latter, he actually discussed academic issues in a serious manner, as if he had a serious attitude of "discussing the matter as it stands".It seems that they are really discussing this problem, and want to seek an answer or solution.Apart from that, there is no other meaning.

Fu Zhou stood opposite Cheng Xirong, pondered for a while, then nodded and said, "Maybe."

Then, what was supposed to be a sulking situation between the two of them was simply passed over, and the outlines of each other's thoughts were covered by a handful of dirt, making it difficult for each other to see clearly.Are you still angry?May be.But no one mentioned it, pretending it didn't happen.At the moment when they are still very harmonious and entangled with each other, tenderness is the closest person.

Whitewash the peace.It's peaceful anyway.

Cheng Xirong raised his hand, pressed his forehead hard, and took a deep breath: "I guess I can't adapt to this shell, it's too bad, my internal organs are uncomfortable, and my spirit is not good. Seriously, I've never felt so bad, it's not 'more energy than energy' at all, and now I don't even have that energy. I can't bring it up, my whole body is collapsed."

Fu Zhou asked nonchalantly, "What do you want to do?"

"Huh? What?"

Fu Zhou said very seriously: "The part you lack, leave it to me. I will make up for it."

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Cheng Xirong was silent for a few seconds, then laughed again.As if he heard some novel joke, he was trembling with joy, his shoulders shrugged, and he fell to the back of the sofa, his whole body curled up into a ball.

Fu Zhou confessed his feelings in earnest, with great emotion, and gave this promise with special focus.He thinks this is a lifetime thing, I am willing to do it, and I will definitely continue to do it, I want to be an object that this person can trust and rely on.

In the end, I gave it out sincerely, and was laughed at.Fu Zhou couldn't even understand what this smile meant, ridicule?sneer?Or something else?So much so that the blood surged up, Fu Zhou felt his scalp was numb, and even his cheeks were a little hot.

"why are you laughing?"

Cheng Xirong half-sighed: "You..."

He didn't say anything after that, but that long sigh, which showed some feeling that he had lost his mind.It wasn't ridicule, it seemed a little helpless, and then he took a step back and compromised.

Fu Zhou couldn't help but began to think: "Is it helpless to me? Is that also a compromise to me?"

In that case, that's going in a good direction, right?I am approaching the result I want, step by step towards the future I am looking forward to.This is good.

It was a consolation.Pretend that there is no "self-soothing" component, just pretend that everything is the truth.

Fu Zhou turned to say: "You rest here for a while, I'll go clean up."

Cheng Xirong didn't respond, the conversation ended here, and it didn't continue.Fu Zhou didn't mention the accident on the set again, didn't ask for details and details, and didn't mention Feng Yi's name, as if there was no such past.Cheng Xirong didn't ask him why he closed his eyes when he was with him.

With each other's concerns, they lived in peace and got along well.However, Cheng Xirong's low-grade fever came a little fiercely. The temperature dropped in the morning, and then became hot again in the evening.He lay sick for a few days and changed his medicine several times. After taking the medicine, the root of his tongue became bitter and he lost his appetite.Originally thin, after such a toss, he almost lost his human shape.

Fu Zhou was heartbroken, and dragged him to the hospital, but Cheng Xirong was like a puppet, with no spontaneous reaction at all.Fu Zhou was startled, and leaned over to find that Cheng Xirong's eyes were open, but no matter whether he talked to him or slapped him, there was no response.

Just 2 minutes.When Fu Zhou carried him to the car and bent over to fasten his seat belt, he suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and his eyeballs moved under his eyelids.

Fu Zhou froze in place, still holding his seat belt, staring closely at Cheng Xirong.Following Cheng Xirong's breath, he held his own breath, not daring to take a breath, as if he was afraid of disturbing something.Only the chest heaved violently after running wildly, and the whole face was rarely flushed red, it seemed that he was suffocated.

Cheng Xirong looked bewildered, looked down, then looked at the surrounding environment, frowned and asked, "Did I just fall asleep? Why are I here?"

This time Fu Zhou was even more frightened.After driving all the way, Fu Zhou's expression was gloomy, his aura was also very low, and the atmosphere in the car was very tense.Cheng Xirong leaned softly on the back of the chair, tilted his head, chatting listlessly with Fu Zhou.

"I don't want to go to the hospital. Definitely going to hospital, I don't want to live there."

Fu Zhou didn't say anything, and continued to drive with his mouth tensed.

"That place is really, I feel sick and want to vomit when I think of the smell. Don't torment me, it will be fine in two days. It doesn't matter whether you go to the hospital or not."

Fu Zhou patted the horn, and the car honked frantically.A car in the side lane that was trying not to come in was stuck, with its head together, but its rear hadn't come in yet, and it parked diagonally above the dotted line.

Cheng Xirong: "...Are you suffering from Malu rage? Why are you in a hurry, and you are not in a hurry to grab the bride. Let me tell you, this is the case with colds and fevers. It is good to take medicine for seven days, and a week without medicine. There is no need to do this It's been a big battle, it's been a few days... how many days?"

After he paused, Cheng Xirong sighed himself, and said, "Let's go."

Just as he changed lanes to turn left, Fu Zhou took the time to turn his head and glance at Cheng Xirong.

Cheng Xirong was a little helpless: "I found that it is a bit difficult for me to speak."

Only then did Fu Zhou realize that his breathing was very light, but his chest heaved heavily, as if he was breathing hard, but he was doing useless work all the time, and he really got very little effective oxygen.

"Are you feeling tight in your chest?"

"A little...I'm still a little dizzy and want to sleep."

"Don't sleep!" Fu Zhou yelled, and the steering wheel shook accordingly.

Cheng Xirong was startled by the sound, and leaned on the back of the chair to rub his hands: "What's your name?"

Fu Zhou repeated: "Don't sleep, talk to me."

"No, what are you nervous about?"

Cheng Xirong himself didn't notice it at all, but felt that Fu Zhou's reaction was too exaggerated.The heart of the person next to him is hanging in his throat, and if there is any trouble, it will jump out immediately.He himself has a big heart and doesn't think this disease is weird.

After waiting for the diversion to stop, Fu Zhou leaned over, unbuckled Cheng Xirong's seat belt, and asked, "Is this better?"

Cheng Xirong took a deep breath: "Well, it's much better."

Down below, Fu Zhou drove much slower, staring at the road very vigilantly, like a newcomer on the road for the first time.Cheng Xirong joked with him, but he would reply a few words, apparently trying to keep Cheng Xirong awake.

But when he slowly drove to the hospital, Cheng Xirong still closed his eyes in a daze, his head was pulled down, and he was not very awake.Fu Zhou pushed him, and he responded indistinctly, with a stuffy "hum" in his nose, with a twist in the ending.

Unintentionally, there was a captivating sound, but it was a pity that Fu Zhou didn't have any thoughts, so he increased his strength and woke Cheng Xirong up.

"Can you walk?"

"...Nonsense. I have a fever, not a broken leg."

On the way here, Fu Zhou talked with the female doctor on the phone.Fortunately, the female doctor was on duty in the inpatient department today and asked them to go directly to her.Cheng Xirong lazily took half a step, and while walking, joked with Fu Zhou: "Just looking at your face, I can't imagine that you are so good at making friends. People who have met once or twice know each other so well. .”

Fu Zhou followed Cheng Xirong, not in a hurry now, and walked forward together slowly: "We have been in touch all the time. She is very concerned about your physical condition."

Care about me...hell I believe.A rotten girl will never look at a single person, she probably wants to see the CP interact, and she is secretly excited.It's funny to say, she may be the coldest CP in the world, she is the only one in this circle, she has no output, it all depends on her brain.

Cheng Xirong didn't expose it.It wasn't until I saw the female doctor and heard her say "Why do you have a fever", did I feel a little embarrassed and turned to look at Fu Zhou.

Fu Zhou was calm and honest, and he opened his mouth to tell the truth.

Cheng Xirong: "..."

Fu Zhou also added earnestly: "But there is medicine for him."

Cheng Xirong: "..."

You are still wronged, right?

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Not only did Cheng Xirong not expect this situation, but the female doctor probably had never seen such a situation before. She didn't react for a while, and asked in a daze, "Ah? What kind of medicine do you apply?"

But after she finished speaking, she understood, she stopped talking immediately, coughed twice in embarrassment, and changed the topic: "Then... um, that, oh, let's go get a blood test first."

Open the bill, pay the fee, draw blood, and submit for inspection.Fu Zhou was so busy running back and forth between the inpatient department and the outpatient building.In order to prevent Cheng Xirong from taking those few extra steps, he even courted the head nurse at the nurse's station and asked the nurse to give Cheng Xirong an injection directly in the inpatient department.

In this way, he was not at ease, and repeatedly emphasized to the female doctor that "he is not in good spirits and is a little hysterical."The doctor also promised in every possible way: "I will take care of him! You just have to rest assured, go there quickly, and come back quickly. It's only such a short distance in total, and you've been back long ago with all your hard work."

Fu Zhou just left, and he was still not at ease when he left.

Cheng Xirong sat comfortably in the resident doctor's office, watching several white coats typing medical records on the computer, leaning against the white wall and starting to feel sleepy again.

A family member of a patient came to the female doctor to ask about the medicine, and the female doctor explained it four times in detail before dispelling the doubts of the patient's family members.He sent the aunt out with a good voice, but when he turned his head, he saw Cheng Xirong crooked and almost collapsed.

The female doctor went up to help, shook Cheng Xirong's arm, and asked strangely: "How long have you not slept? Why are you so sleepy?"

Cheng Xirong sat up straight, moved his buttocks, and found a more comfortable posture.He didn't yawn either, and said by himself: "I was still asleep before going out. I didn't feel sleepy. I don't know why. I was just seeing the doctor and hit the delete button, and I fell asleep in the blink of an eye."

"Isn't this sleepy? Get up, I'll find a place for you."

Find a temporary escort bed.The patient and family members have all gone home and will be in for checkups the next morning.There are no new hospitalizations here, so the afternoon and evening are empty.But after having the bed, Cheng Xirong became even more lethargic, almost wanting to close his eyes when he touched the bed, without stopping at all.

But the gossip soul of the female doctor was on fire, and Cheng Xirong's tiredness couldn't stop her.Just as Cheng Xirong felt that he had fallen into the groggy darkness, he heard a curious voice in his ear and began to ask: "You and Handsome Fu... are you in that once-in-a-lifetime relationship? Or has it always been like this? "

Opening his eyes, he saw the eager and excited face of the female doctor, with a look of anticipation shining in her eyes.Cheng Xirong couldn't laugh or cry: "Are you still there?"

"Handsome Fu said, I have to take good care of you. So, until he comes back, I can't go anywhere. "

"He pays you wages?"

The female doctor said casually: "Don't tell me, he really gave me red envelopes. Oh, shhh, don't shout, people will think I accept red envelopes from the patient's family."

Cheng Xirong thought it was funny: "Isn't it?"

"Of course not. We are sending red envelopes to each other between friends. Pay attention, I don't only accept him, I also send them! Friends, isn't it normal to play like this? I'll add your WeChat, we You can play like that too."

"Is this how you usually earn money? In the name of making friends, you operate on the patient's family and the patient's body—the needle knife in the operating room, and the fake knife off the operating table."

The female doctor was not happy, but because Cheng Xirong's tone was joking, she didn't get too angry: "Why are you talking? How did I get rich?"

Cheng Xirong smiled, with no malice or good intentions: "Ask yourself, are you receiving more red envelopes, or are you giving out more?"

Female doctor: "... let's talk about you and handsome man Fu! I'm really curious. He looks so cold, and usually ignores everyone. I thought he was going to cultivate immortality What! Turned out to be very interested in you! Look, you have a fever, what’s the big deal? Hang on the liquid for two days and you’ll be fine! That’s it, he’s so anxious that he wished the hospital was run by his family. "

This speaks to Cheng Xirong's heart.He is not blind, nor is he stupid, he can see it.Fu Zhou was really in a hurry, he was so angry that he was steaming all over, and no one could get close to him.He was honking his horn on the road. At that time, Cheng Xirong felt that if he didn't want to be delayed on the road for too long, he could go down the accelerator and hit the other car directly.

I was anxious to queue up at the hospital, and I didn't have the patience to speak nicely to the nurses. It was only by my good looks that I could coax the girl at the nurse's station.He was irritable all over, and only slowed down when he was walking with him.No rush, no rhythm, just so slow.This is also thinking of himself, Cheng Xirong knows.

But Cheng Xirong didn't want to discuss this issue with others.He didn't want to think about it himself, let alone gossiping with a stranger.

"Compared to this, you still think about the matter of you accepting red envelopes from the patient's family."

The female doctor was anxious: "I said it wasn't that! Hey, why is your mouth so sharp? Don't you love money? Are you two using the money together? Who is in charge?"

This thinking is divergent enough...

Cheng Xirong didn't really want to talk, and every time he spoke, he felt very strenuous, with chest tightness and shortness of breath.He stopped talking about the red envelope topic before, and instead asked, "Don't you need to do ward rounds?"

"Just checked." After a pause, the female doctor added by herself, blocking back everything Cheng Xirong could say, "The case has also been written, and all the work has been done. I am very diligent and never procrastinate. Don't try to drive me away, I promised Handsome Fu, I can't leave."

"You might as well let him pay you! So obedient, are you a babysitter?"

The female doctor let out an "ah", suddenly thought of something, and stared at Cheng Xirong.Cheng Xirong made her feel uncomfortable looking at it, and she didn't want to rub against the hospital bedsheets, so she could only keep lying flat, and asked stiffly, "What are you looking at?"

"Why do I feel that you seem to be a little different?"

"what?"

"I didn't feel like you were alone when I saw you last time. Can you still be a living person? I always feel sharper, and seem to be more mature. Not like, not like a kid at this age."

It was because his identity was exposed, so he relaxed.Right now I don't have energy, can't get motivated, and don't care about covering up too perfectly, some of my nature will always be exposed.

After all, a person who has lived for more than 30 years is still different from a teenager.

I just didn't expect it to be seen so easily.Are you so obvious?

Cheng Xirong asked, "What's the difference?"

The female doctor thought for a long time, covered her mouth and smiled: "Being nourished by love is really different."

Cheng Xirong: "..."

If you believe her, you are out of your mind.

392

Cheng Xirong chatted with the female doctor without saying a word.A man who tried every means to make clichés, gossiped all over the sky, and didn't hide his curiosity at all.But Cheng Xirong just didn't want to talk about these topics, he interrupted three times and fooled him twice, and the remaining five times he simply didn't open his mouth and said nothing.

When Fu Zhou came back, the two talked a bunch of useless nonsense.The conversation that couldn't be reached at eight poles, the preface did not match the postscript, and the chat actually ended, and it lasted for so long.But when I think about it, I can't remember what I said, and I don't know where the topics stayed.

Cheng Xirong was already uncomfortable, and he was usually impatient. The most annoying thing was to dawdle in front of him, asking a question upside down.It all depends on the kindness of this doctor, and he has helped me a lot. Due to the embarrassment of the attack, I can only endure it.Now seeing Fu Zhou was like seeing a savior, he hurriedly said to the female doctor, "Okay, your handsome Fu is back, you go find him."

When Fu Zhou heard his name, he still pinched the report card in his hand, frowned and asked, "What?"

Perhaps because she was afraid of Fu Zhou's paralyzed face and his cold personality, the female doctor hurriedly answered, shaking her head and waving her hands, "It's nothing! You got the result? So fast?"

Fu Zhou didn't suspect anything else, nodded, handed over the test sheet in his hand, and sat down beside Cheng Xirong's bed.Fu Zhou reached out and touched Cheng Xirong's forehead, comparing it with his own forehead, there was no movement for a long time.

After walking back and forth several times, Fu Zhou started to move, and his body temperature was higher than that of Cheng Xirong.

Unable to test it out based on the feel of the hand, Fu Zhou paused for a while unwillingly, until a fine layer of sweat broke out between the palm of his hand against Cheng Xirong's forehead, which was sticky and hot.Cheng Xirong felt uncomfortable, shook his head lightly, and made a gesture of avoidance, so Fu Zhou reluctantly withdrew his hand.

The doctor was by the side. He had just read a few data, and when he looked up and saw Fu Zhou's appearance, he said helplessly, "What are you doing? If you want to measure your temperature, go to the nurse's station and get a thermometer. It's not as accurate as you can feel it like this." ?"

Fu Zhou was stunned for a moment, apparently he hadn't thought of it at all before, and only realized it after he was awakened.After the doctor finished speaking, he stood up and wanted to go out to find the nurse.

The doctor stopped Fu Zhou again: "Don't go yet. You still have to run, and I'll measure him again later. Let me tell you first, this, the high blood count is due to infection. I'll prescribe some for you." Medicine, do you want to infuse it here? Or take the prescription and find a community health center to infuse it?"

Cheng Xirong: "Go back."

Fu Zhou: "Here."

Cheng Xirong: "..."

The female doctor was also speechless: "Who are you listening to?"

Cheng Xirong was about to sit up, and said at the same time: "I will infuse, listen to me."

But before he got up, he was pushed back by Fu Zhou.Cheng Xirong had no strength, no resistance at all, his head hit the thin pillow, and he felt dizzy for a while.

Taking advantage of Cheng Xirong's breath, Fu Zhou emphasized to the doctor: "It's not appropriate to take your medicine after using your prescription. It's here, can I be hospitalized? I'll stay here today. Let’s talk about this tomorrow.”

Listening to Fu Zhou's solemn arrangement, the remaining two people were stunned for a while, looking at him like a foreign species.

Cheng Xirong: "...Are you sick?"

The female doctor nodded in agreement: "Yes, what's wrong with you? Do you think you can live in the hospital if you want? There is no bed, brother, this is someone else's bed. The person has not been discharged from the hospital yet. I am not here at the moment. For the time being Lie down for you. Maybe people will ask us for an explanation when we come back. Besides, what kind of department are we in? You just have a fever, no, he just has a fever, and he will be hospitalized on his turn? Do you want to rub off on social security?"

After talking about this point, Fu Zhou still didn't listen, he just asked to stay here for a while.It was useless to emphasize "no bed" several times. I don't know what he was nervous about, and he didn't mean to retreat at all.

After talking for a long time, the doctor couldn't stand his stubborn temper, so he asked neatly: "