Quick Wear: The Villain is a Little Pitiful

Tong Xiyuan felt relieved. He finally didn't have to squat on the ground to suck up dust. He asked, "What did you find?"

Brother Tong jumped down from the ladder in two or three steps and shook the green book in his hand, "Certificate."

He shook it very quickly, but Tong Xiyuan still saw the words written on it clearly - "Motor Vehicle Grade Certificate".

Motor vehicle?

Tong Xiyuan thought about it carefully. He didn't have a car in his name, and only Tong Baocheng and Brother Tong could drive a car. The certificate of Brother Tong's car must have been kept by him, so it was obvious who the certificate belonged to.

Brother Tong saw that he was lost in thought and said hurriedly, "What are you thinking about? Dad is not at home, and Mom doesn't drive, so I thought about selling this old car at home."

Tong Xiyuan was shocked, "Sold?!"

Brother Tong said, "Sell it. It's just right to buy them a small and comfortable car. Mom can drive it when she goes out to do something."

Without waiting for Tong Xiyuan to respond, he put a finger to his lips and warned mysteriously: "Don't tell mom yet."

Tong Xiyuan nodded, not quite understanding. It seemed that Brother Tong wanted to give Mother Tong a surprise.

Brother Tong praised him as a good brother and gave him a small red envelope.

The next day, Tong Xiyuan returned to the hospital to work.

It happened to be the time for doctors to make rounds. The newly hired doctor from the respiratory department, Dr. Fang, put his pen in his pocket and called on someone, "Xiao Yuan, come on, come with me for rounds."

Tong Xiyuan responded, thought for a moment, and quietly took the small gift that the store gave him when he brought the cake to Tong's mother yesterday.

Doctor Fang called him and several other interns, and the group headed towards the inpatient department with an attitude of learning and observing.

When I passed by the medicine pick-up area on the first floor, I happened to meet Fan He who had just finished his busy work.

Doctor Fang: "Xiao Fan, come together, you all have the same specialty."

Tong Xiyuan quietly hooked his finger at Fan He, signaling him to come over quickly.

But the other party was neither impatient nor anxious. He only caught up slowly when everyone was almost far away, and stayed behind the team, not far away.

Tong Xiyuan had something to give him, so he slowed down and walked side by side with him. He didn't notice that Fan He was in a bad mood and shouted, "Xue Ge."

"Hmm?" Fan He glanced at him sideways, and after two or three seconds he spoke again, "Yuan Yuan."

Tong Xiyuan was startled, "Huh?"

Why did the senior suddenly call him like that? It was so weird.

Fan He lowered his eyelashes, as if he was struggling with something. After a long time, he sighed, turned away and remained silent.

Tong Xiyuan was confused by his appearance, "Xue ge, what's wrong with you?"

Doctor Fang and others in front had already stepped into the door of the inpatient department, and the two of them were still walking slowly on the stone road between the two buildings.

A kind intern in front of us whispered, "Xiao Yuan, hurry up."

"Oh, okay." Tong Xiyuan turned his head and gave the man a big smile, "We'll catch up right away."

The intern blushed and smiled, "Hurry up."

After saying that, he followed Dr. Fang and others up the stairs to the second floor.

Fan He saw it all, and did not miss the intern's obvious affection for Tong Xiyuan, nor did he miss the smile that his junior showed to everyone.

Tsk.

Really annoying.

Tong Xiyuan pulled Fan He's sleeve and said, "Brother Xue, let's catch up."

"Yuanyuan," Fan He took advantage of the situation and firmly grasped his wrist with his backhand, a trace of desolation flashed across his face, "Why didn't you go home last night?"

Tong Xiyuan was stunned, "I, I sent you a message."

When he arrived at the hospital yesterday morning, he remembered that he had to celebrate Tong's mother's birthday, so he immediately sent a message to Fan He to explain, but Fan He did not reply to him.

However, according to the pattern of their previous conversations where he said one sentence every ten, Tong Xiyuan thought that Fan He already knew it.

So now that Fan He questioned him with such a sad expression, Tong Xiyuan suddenly felt a huge sense of responsibility in his heart.

Fan He increased the strength of his hands and said softly, "I didn't see it."

Tong Xiyuan opened his mouth and wanted to say, "I'll call you next time." But before he could finish his words, he heard Fan He add another sentence.

"I've been too busy lately."

Then Tong Xiyuan felt that Fan He had loosened his wrist. The scorching heat was instantly taken away by the breeze by 70% to 80%. The faint residual warmth lingered around his wrist for a long time.

Fan He gave him a short smile, as if mocking himself, pitifully, "I haven't even had dinner."

"Senior..." Tong Xiyuan felt distressed for a moment. Fan He was the only one who could eat the food he cooked, and he actually made the other person starve.

Fan He added: "I seem to have forgotten to eat breakfast today."

Tong Xiyuan couldn't listen any longer and grabbed his arm, "I have some small breads there. I'll bring them to you later. They're clean."

Fan He responded muffledly.

Tong Xiyuan felt so guilty, "I will never not come home again. I will cook for you every day, don't be unhappy, brother."

"Really?" Fan He's eyes lit up for a moment, then quickly dimmed, "But your family is in trouble..."

Tong Xiyuan interrupted him and said with a smile: "Then we will go together in the future, and it will be a good opportunity to introduce you to them."

In short, he would not let Fan He wait in vain any longer.

Fan He: "What if Yuan Yuan's family doesn't want to?"

Tong Xiyuan: "Not unwillingly, my mom and brother are both very nice, they must like you very much."

Fan He: "But if that's the case, doesn't Yuan Yuan think I'm troublesome?"

Tong Xiyuan: "No trouble, no trouble, Xue Ge is my best friend."

Fan He narrowed his eyes, a hint of displeasure flashing in his eyes, but he quickly concealed it and asked in a low voice: "Best friend? Yuan Yuan has other friends?"

The blushing intern just now seemed to appear in front of him again. He secretly clenched his fists, feeling unhappy.

Tong Xiyuan blinked and smiled, "Senior brothers and sisters, aren't they your friends too?"

Fan He was stunned for a moment, then he laughed sincerely for the first time today, "Is that so?"

The internal affairs of the two people were not at hand, and since the junior regarded them as friends, he should just agree with them reluctantly.

As he was speaking, Tong Xiyuan received a call on his cell phone. It was Dr. Fang.

As soon as the call was connected, Doctor Fang scolded them both, "Where the hell have you been? You walk slower than the girls with bound feet in the old society. If you don't come to see me in the next ward, I'll punish you."

Tong Xiyuan apologized repeatedly, trying to find an excuse to exonerate him and Fan He but he didn't know what excuse to find.

Suddenly, a slender hand took his phone.

Fan He's voice was as emotionless as always. "A patient stopped me on the road to ask for directions. I sent them to the clinic and will be there soon."

Doctor Fang on the other end of the room finally calmed down a bit, "Okay, both of you hurry up, room 302 on the third floor."