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Su Tang walked out of the operating room two hours later.

In the corridor outside the operating room, Qi Le was alone.

At this moment, Su Tang's heart felt a small but hard to ignore loneliness.

"Doctor Su, this time, our orthopedics department will pay you a favor!"

Director Chen took off his mask, and patted Su Tang on the shoulder cheerfully: "In the last academic lecture, many girls in our department admired you, and asked me in private about the itinerary of Great God Su."

Su Tang also took off his mask, took a few breaths, the tiredness on his face couldn't be concealed at all, he smiled: "What a master, it's just a lecture."

Director Chen said "Hey", he and Xu Ping have been close friends for decades, and Su Tang has been very optimistic about him since he first entered the hospital as an intern.

"Okay, go back and take a rest, look at your face." Director Chen glanced at the clock on the wall, feeling sorry for him: "It's already 02:30, haven't you eaten yet?"

Su Tang shook his head: "Director Chen, then I'll go down first."

Director Chen nodded, "Okay, let's go!"

"Oh, Teacher Su..."

Qi Le rushed to Grandpa Qi's side. Grandpa Qi hadn't passed the anesthesia and was still in a coma. He first carefully touched his grandpa's face, and finally had the energy to have a good talk with Su Tang.

Su Tang was exhausted, so he tried to comfort him and said, "Grandpa was seriously injured this time. Although his life is not in danger, he is old after all, so he needs to pay more attention to recovery after surgery."

Qi Le rubbed his face with the back of his hand, and nodded indiscriminately: "I know, thank you Teacher Su, I'd like to treat you to dinner after I send Grandpa back to the ward, okay?"

"Forget it, grandpa still has a lot of things to do in the future, how can you leave him alone?" Su Tang said softly, "You are already 19 years old, so you should calm down when encountering things in the future, and don't cry every now and then."

"Mr. Su!"

There was a rush of footsteps behind her, and Chu Xiaoqing ran over, "Single wards have been arranged, and patients can be sent directly to 316."

Su Tang nodded, before he could speak, the girl lowered her voice and whispered to his ear: "Huo Nanshen is in your lounge."

Su Tang was a little flattered, he immediately raised his head, his eyes seemed to be bright, and the joy on his face suddenly exploded.

When he was so vivid, Chu Xiaoqing couldn't help but froze when he saw it.

"Then I'll go there first," Su Tang finished speaking, greeted Director Chen briefly, and left quickly alone.

The rest room is on the sixth floor. If it wasn't because she was pregnant, Su Tang could even walk down directly from the operating room.

The doctor's lounge in the hospital is usually shared by two people. The doctor who shared a lounge with Su Tang before was in the suspension review stage because of a medical accident last year.

Standing at the door of the lounge, Su Tang had a secret expectation in his heart.

He pushed open the door, and a warm aroma came to his nostrils.

Hearing the sound of the door, Huo Boyuan raised his head. He was sitting on the sofa, and when he saw Su Tang coming in, he subconsciously stood up and greeted him.

"Why didn't you leave?" Su Tang blurted out the question without thinking about it, feeling a burst of annoyance.

Huo Boyuan didn't answer. From yesterday to now, he couldn't help looking at Su Tang's stomach.

Su Tang naturally noticed his gaze, raised his head and smiled, "Do you want to touch it?"

"Really?" Huo Yingdi immediately became at a loss: "Can I?"

Su Tang pursed his lips and smiled: "Why not, you are his father."

Huo Boyuan was silent for a while, then nodded cautiously, first he pulled Su Tang to sit on the small sofa, and knelt on one knee beside Su Tang's leg.Then he stretched out his hand and carefully touched Su Tang's abdomen.

Through the thin fabric, Su Tang felt that Huo Boyuan's warm palm was trembling.

He is so nervous.

"What does it taste like? Did you buy something to eat?" Su Tang looked at the thermal box on the coffee table.

Huo Boyuan seemed a little reluctant to part with him, so he withdrew his hand and opened the insulated box: "You haven't eaten all this time, so I sent some millet porridge over."

Su Tang let out an "oh", sat still where she was, and only raised her head to look at Huo Boyuan.

Huo Boyuan and him looked at each other for two seconds, understood, lifted the lid, scooped up a little with a small bowl and placed it in front of Su Tang.

"Eat while it's hot."

Su Tang picked up a spoonful of porridge with a spoon, and handed it to Huo Boyuan's mouth: "You haven't eaten it yet, have you? Come, have a taste."

This kind of behavior is considered intimate for Huo Boyuan and Su Tang. Su Tang felt nervous inside, with a vague smile on the corner of his mouth, narrow eyes slightly narrowed, like a little fox waiting for its prey to take the bait .

Pretty and seductive.

The prey stared at the spoon in front of it, opened its mouth rarely, and drank the porridge in the spoon.

It must be because Su Tang is pregnant.

Huo Boyuan thought blankly, otherwise I wouldn't eat his porridge.

Su Tang smiled even more happily, his appetite seemed to improve a bit, and he took another spoonful of porridge and ate it by himself.

Huo Boyuan sat opposite him, remembering what Chu Xiaoqing told him just now.

"Ms. Su has a bad stomach, so I can't eat too greasy food," Chu Xiaoqing earnestly said, "Millennium porridge is very good, and it's best to pair it with a few light side dishes."

Huo Yuzhou thought of the huge food box he prepared in the morning, took out his cell phone, sat in the small lounge, and called Wells with a cold face.

"Master, the hotel has all the porridge you want." Manager Wells wiped the cold sweat from his forehead: "Even if you say cheap preserved egg and lean meat porridge, but... there is really no millet porridge!"

"Then let someone cook a portion now and send it to the People's Hospital."

...Alright, the young master is God, the manager hung up the phone and told the small kitchen to boil a pot of soft and glutinous millet porridge.

"How is it?" Huo Boyuan swallowed nervously: "Does it suit your appetite, do you want to vomit?"

Su Tang looked up at him, tilted his head slightly, and winked at him: "It's delicious."

Huo Boyuan was relieved, and scooped himself a bowl of porridge.

There were only two small single sofas in the lounge. Huo Boyuan was tall and long-legged, so he didn't care too much. He sat cross-legged on the ground, faced Su Tang, and had a simple lunch.

After the meal, Su Tang got up to clean up the dishes, Huo Boyuan reached out to stop him, stood up from the ground, and asked while tidying the table, "Is there anything else to do in the hospital?"

"No more," Su Tang felt sleepy after dinner, leaned on the sofa and looked at Huo Boyuan, and suddenly laughed.

Huo Boyuan didn't look up, his hands kept moving: "What's wrong?"

"You look like a troubled nobleman in this suit."

Huo Boyuan wiped the coffee table clean with a wet towel, leaned over the small coffee table, and naturally pinched Su Tang's fair cheek: "It's not because of you."

This action was too ambiguous, not only Huo Boyuan, but even Su Tang was stunned.