Disciplinary Guidelines

Ji Yao's body and spirit were still in a dream, he opened his eyes in a daze, and his chest heaved violently.

It took him a full three minutes to wake up from the dream before he belatedly realized that something was wrong.He touched the quilt softly with his hands and feet, and felt a sticky and cold touch.

Ji Yao: "..."

Then he was wide awake.

A few seconds later, Ji Yao angrily took out two paper towels from the bedside table to wipe his hands, then gritted his teeth and threw the ball of paper into the trash can at the foot of the bed.

I had a sexual dream with my ex-boyfriend in the middle of the night, what the hell!

It was dark outside, Ji Yao took out his phone and looked, the Beijing time on the screen just jumped from 36:37 to [-]:[-], there was still more than an hour before dawn.

This time was neither awkward nor embarrassing, and Ji Yao was obsessed with cleanliness, so instead of lying down and continuing to sleep, he simply removed the sheets and quilt cover and stuffed it into the washing machine.

The washing machine rumbled, and Ji Yao smoothed his sweaty forehead hair. He stood in front of the washing machine and stared at the drum for a full minute and a half, before the little anger in his heart slowly subsided.

He tossed his pajamas into the hamper and went barefoot to the bathroom for a quick combat shower.

When the morning light came out, Ji Yao picked up the phone from the bedside, and then flipped through the WeChat contacts for a while, before finding a familiar profile picture and clicking in.

"Jiang Heng came to Shanghai?"

Ji Yao thought for a while, and felt that this sentence was slightly ambiguous, as if he was still obsessed with him, so he deleted this line and replaced it with "Jiang Heng is in Shanghai, do you know?"

The person on the opposite side of the dialog box is like a machine with an automatic reply at any time. As soon as he sent this line, a reminder of "typing in progress" popped up on the window.

Ji Yao waited patiently for more than a minute, but instead of waiting for a reply, he waited for a phone call.

He picked it up, turned on the speakerphone and threw the phone on the bed, then took out a set of clothes for work from the closet.

"Jiang Heng?" The person on the other side of the phone said vaguely, "He has returned to China?"

His voice didn't sound sober, the background sound was noisy and messy, and he could still hear vague male and female laughter. It was probably because he had been drinking all night in a hurry, and it wasn't over yet.

"No." The other party didn't wait for Ji Yao's answer, he realized something by himself, and asked, "How do you know that he is in Shanghai, and you two got in touch again?"

"No, my friend met him." Ji Yao made a fool of himself and asked casually, "Has he gone abroad before?"

"Ah...you don't know." The man on the other side of the phone walked a few steps to a quiet place and said, "After you two broke up, he left within a few months. I heard he was going abroad I went to study, and there was no news for more than two years."

Ji Yao buttoned up his shirt, but said nothing.

"What's the matter, can you find someone to inquire about for you?" The other party said, "It's not me. In fact, I also thought it was a pity for the two of you at the beginning. No matter what you say, you can divide it. There is no rumor at all. In our circle, find someone who knows the basics. It's not easy to get what you want, and you two have good conditions, so why not—"

"No need." Ji Yao was numb from his nagging, and simply interrupted, "Thanks, let's play with you."

After he finished speaking, he hung up the phone, buttoned up his shirt, dragged out the bed and quilt cover and hung it up, and finally went around the house and went out to work.

Ji Yao's apartment is very close to the hospital where he works, and it takes only about ten minutes to walk. When Ji Yao arrived at the hospital and punched his card, it was only about [-]:[-].

However, the general surgery department is in turmoil at all times. Just as Ji Yao took the millet porridge from the Dafan aunt, before he had time to get into the rest room for breakfast, he was called away by a young brother in bed 32.

Ji Yao dealt with his clogged drainage tube, and took a look at the other patients on the way. When he returned to the rest room, the millet porridge had already turned into a ball of dough.

Let's buy pancakes next time, Ji Yao thought.

Ji Yao checked the room in the morning and came out, turned around and went to the operation again. It was already 01:30 in the afternoon when he came out of the operating room.

He admitted six patients yesterday, and he has been busy since he woke up early in the morning. The discomfort brought about by meeting Jiang Heng yesterday has long been dissipated in the rush. To be honest, his ex-boyfriend is not as good as The aunt on the 36th bed is worth remembering by Ji Yao.

He could take a rest in the afternoon according to the situation, but Ji Yao was too lazy to go home, so he just made up for the rest of the afternoon in the rest room, and at four o'clock he got up feebly and went to work.

At 07:30 in the evening, a man with the note "Ge Xing" on WeChat sent a message to Ji Yao. When Ji Yao clicked on it, it was an unfamiliar phone number.

Ji Yao replied with a question mark in a daze, and a few lines of new news popped up quickly.

"I asked for Jiang Heng's new phone number for you. He has just returned to China for less than three months, and now he seems to be partnering with someone to open a law firm."

Ji Yao: "..."

Fortunately, he didn't drink alcohol, and he still remembered to call him when he woke up.

"Thank you." Ji Yao replied calmly, "I'm really not interested."

"I'm really not interested. You sent me a message early in the morning asking me about him?" Ge Xing replied one after another, and Ji Yao could even see his excitement from the frequency of his new messages. "Duckhead, you lied, I don't believe it."

Ji Yao felt a chill from his nausea, and he couldn't say that he had his erotic dream in the morning, and his mind was confused for a while, so he could only respond with a few vague sentences.

"I'm already an ex-boyfriend, so what else is there to be interested in? If one day you guys fall in love with him and want me to bridge him, I'd be interested in selling his hobby manual."

Ge Xing didn't know whether he was shocked by his pimping behavior or what, he quickly sent three ellipses to him, then silenced and stopped talking.

Ji Yao slid his finger on the screen, hesitated for half a second, and deleted the phone number in the message history.

Ex-boyfriends are only suitable to appear in memories, and it is better not to have anything to do with real life.

Although Ji Yao thought that he and Jiang Heng didn't get along to the point of dislike, but he didn't intend to get entangled with him.

It's a pity that his water seems to be retrograde recently, every time he makes up his mind, God will always give him a stick.

At 46:[-] in the morning, Ji Yao, who just got into the lounge and wanted to squint for a while, was stopped by the nurse on duty who followed him into the door before he could touch the pillow.

"Doctor Ji, call from the emergency department." The nurse on duty stood at the door and called him, "They said they had an acute gastric bleeding, please consult the surgeon."

Ji Yao: "..."

Resigned to his fate, he got up from the bed, took out a wet towel and wiped his face, and asked as he walked out, "Where's the gastroenterology department?"

"Already gone." The nurse on duty said.

When Ji Yao rushed to the emergency room, it was already busy.He turned sideways to avoid a nurse on duty who was walking out, glanced around hastily, and asked, "Where is the person?"

The emergency room was in a state of turmoil. On the bed next to the door, there was an older brother who had been drinking and his body was broken. On the right was a little girl who broke her leg while riding a scooter. Ji Yao glanced over and almost missed them.

Fortunately, a little girl came over soon and led him to the innermost part of the emergency room.

Ji Yao followed and walked five or six steps forward, only to see that the curtain on the innermost bed had been half drawn, and the doctor on duty was standing beside the bed, bending over to check on that person's condition.

"Get a gastroscope."

When Ji Yao approached, he just heard this sentence, and he rolled up his sleeves habitually, wanting to ask about the situation.However, before he could speak, he looked up and met the eyes of the "patient". The words on the lips of the two of them were stuck at the same time, and they were both stunned for a moment.

Jiang Heng: "..."

Ji Yao: "..."

——Why is he haunted?Ji Yao thought.

Ji Yao's last impression of Jiang Heng was still the image of the elite attracting bees and butterflies in the bar last night. Now that he was half-dead in the emergency room, he still couldn't react.

On the contrary, Jiang Heng reacted very quickly, he quickly pulled out of the stupefied state, forced a little kind smile from his pale face.

He has always been very personable, no matter what the situation is, he has the basic etiquette in dealing with people.So much so that Ji Yao once suspected that even if he was taken away by black and white impermanence one day, the first sentence he saw when he saw him was "hard work".

"Ji Yao?" Jiang Heng said, "Do you work here?"

His voice was extremely soft, but he still gritted his teeth and finished the sentence clearly.

The doctor on duty in the gastroenterology department was also a little surprised, turned his head to look at Ji Yao, and asked, "Doctor Ji, do you know him?"

Ji Yao hummed and didn't explain much. He just walked around to the other side of the hospital bed and looked at his condition.

Before Ji Yao came, the emergency department had obviously finished the preliminary treatment for him.Jiang Heng's suit jacket fell crumpled on the side of the bed, his shirt was half unbuttoned, and the drip was hanging on his hands, flowing a bit fast.

Jiang Heng's face was paler than the sheets, and there was a little blood on his lips.Ji Yao took a glance and found that he must have vomited again after being admitted to the hospital.Most of the blood was vomited on the ground, and only sporadically rubbed against the pillow, probably because there was nothing to worry about.

There was a dense layer of cold sweat on his forehead, obviously suffering from severe pain, the empty hand always wanted to press his stomach uncontrollably, but before he could lift it up, Ji Yao subconsciously held it down.

"What's the situation?" Ji Yao asked.

Ji Yao originally asked this question to the nurse, who knew that Jiang Heng would have misunderstood it, and thought he was asking himself in a daze, so he took a deep breath and tried to cooperate: "Depth charge, standard cup."

Ji Yao: "..."

However, Ji Yao had a good idea of ​​Jiang Heng's drinking capacity. A cup of depth water bomb was at most [-] milliliters. Jiang Heng was strong and strong, and Ji Yao instinctively felt a little disbelieving when he was knocked down by such a cup.

"What else?" Ji Yao asked.

"Ten cups." Jiang Heng added.

Ji Yao: "..."

It's really deadly, he thought.