Lesions

Fu Lan was not prepared for tonight's conspiracy.

As usual, he went upstairs directly after patrolling the wards on the first floor.

All the lights here will be replaced soon, and it will be much brighter in the future.

Thinking of this, he also felt lighter.

The road is walked every day, and Fu Lan will not pay special attention to whether there is any abnormality at all.

For this reason, when he stepped on the last step, the cooking oil under his feet made him suddenly unstable and almost fell.

Startled, he whimpered softly.Instinctively, he reached out to grab the handrail of the stairs next to him, and the nails from the waterproof cloth pierced his palm hard in an instant.

Fu Lan screamed in pain, lost his balance, and fell directly from the top floor.

Qi Zixi watched the whole process, covered his mouth and snickered, thinking that this person is really stupid.

The sound of a person falling down the stairs was not low. He thought that Fu Lan must have fallen very painfully, and he might have a bruised nose and a swollen face rubbing his waist and covering his hands. That look is definitely very interesting.

However, he waited for about half a minute, but did not hear any more movement.He came out of the hiding place in doubt, looked downstairs, then froze all over, and froze in place in fright.

Fu Lan lay there motionless, there seemed to be a pool of something next to his head, maybe it was blood.

Qi Zixi was completely dumbfounded, he wanted to teach him a lesson and let the other party fall to hell, but he didn't really want to make a fuss.He hesitated for a few seconds and didn't call for help, but ran back to the room in fear.

... No, you must not let others know that you are at the scene today, otherwise the police will pester you endlessly again.

He closed the door very lightly, leaning against the door and not daring to move.

He suddenly became a little worried. He was worried that Fu Lan would really die.

...It's not my fault either, if Yan Lou didn't spread the oil, Fu Lan wouldn't have fallen down the stairs.Yes, none of your business.

His eyeballs were a little restless, and then he finally persuaded the fear in his heart slowly and became calmer.

In the end, Fu Lan was discovered by the security guard who rushed over after hearing the noise.

All the staff in the nursing home hardly slept that night.

Especially Zhao Yuan, worried and angry.Of course he saw the oil on the stairs, but that floor was full of that stuff, and he didn't know which bored patient had done it.

He wished he could cut off the hands of those people.

Chen Weiyang also had a concerned expression on his face.

A little later, Fu Lan gradually regained consciousness, his head was knocked open and a few stitches were stitched.The palm of his right hand was bloody, his arm was also scratched by nails, his leg was twisted, and his face was covered with abrasions.It looked a little miserable.

Zhao Yuan immediately surrounded him and asked, "How is it? Are you dizzy? Do you want to vomit?" He was afraid that he might have a concussion.

Fu Lan said in a hoarse voice, "My body hurts..." He seemed to want to see the wound on his hand.

Chen Weiyang walked over and pressed it lightly, and stopped him: "Don't move around, take a good rest now. The injury on your hand was caused by a nail, and the bones are fine."

Fu Lan heaved a sigh of relief, and the feeling of grievance quickly surged up. He looked at Chen Weiyang and wanted to cry a little: "Uncomfortable...I feel uncomfortable all over." His tone also carried the meaning of being coquettish.

Chen Weiyang comforted: "I am here with you, the pain will soon be gone."

Fu Lan hummed.

Zhao Yuan watched coldly from the side.

"I want to sleep again," Fu Lan said to Chen Weiyang, "Don't go."

"Okay, I'm here." Looking at Zhao Yuan, Chen Weiyang smiled: "Doctor Zhao, go back first, I'll take care of you here."

Zhao Yuan didn't say anything, just sneered at Chen Weiyang, he went to see Fu Lan again, but found that Fu Lan's eyes were on Chen Weiyang, and he could only leave angrily and unwillingly.

Bai Xue followed Zhao Yuan out of the door of the ward, puzzled: "What's the matter, aren't you happy?"

Zhao Yuan ignored her.

Bai Xue said: "It's good for Dr. Chen to take care of Fu Lan. He is more experienced. If those interns are allowed to go, I think they will be bumped again."

"Why do you talk so much today?" Zhao Yuan glanced at her impatiently: "It's almost dawn, I'm about to get ready, the patient has to get up soon."

Bai Xue didn't understand why this person suddenly lost his temper, she froze for a while, watching Zhao Yuan walk away with a wave of anger.

When only Chen Weiyang and Fu Lan were left in the room, Chen Weiyang said: "Okay, no one is bothering you, go to sleep."

Fu Lan smiled at him, and when he was about to close his eyes, he suddenly thought of something, and he told the other party: "I seem to see a person."

"What?" Chen Weiyang looked at the door reflexively.

"It's not there." Fu Lan said, "After I fell down the stairs, before I was completely unconscious, I saw someone standing where I fell."

Chen Weiyang pondered for a moment, then asked: "Have you seen who it is?"

"No." Fu Lan shook his head and touched the wound again, causing him to grunt in pain: "It's just vague, anyway, someone must be there."

"Okay, I see." Chen Weiyang habitually touched Fu Lan's hair, carefully avoiding the wound: "I will tell Dr. Zhao. He also found that a lot of cooking oil was sprinkled on the corridor and steps, so You are the only one who falls. It should be some disobedient patient."

Fu Lan pursed her lips: "I don't like them more and more now."

"Really?" Chen Weiyang teased him: "I remember someone said before that you should be a good doctor with a sense of responsibility."

"Hmm..." Knowing that Chen Weiyang was joking, Fu Lan murmured, "But they are really annoying sometimes. If I hadn't been lucky this time, I might have fallen to my death." Patients are patients after all, and no one would expect them What will happen next moment.Moreover, there is also Yan Lou who fights against him every day.

He thought in his heart: Don't look at these patients as well-behaved, they actually have a lot of thoughts.There are all kinds of robbing and harming people.

No wonder Zhao Yuan always disliked them, and Fu Lan felt that she was getting impatient gradually.Especially with this incident tonight, I really can't treat those patients very well in the future.

The next morning, Qi Zixi was still a little apprehensive, but he pretended to be calm.

When he met Yan Lou in the restaurant, he saw that person had a calm face, as if nothing had happened.

Soon, Zhao Yuan and Bai Xue came, and they told what happened last night, and the patients were all ignorant.

Qi Zixi went to peek at Yan Lou again, Yan Lou should do whatever he should.He had a thought churning in his mind: wouldn't this person be afraid or disturbed?

When the patients dispersed, Qi Zixi followed Yan Lou.

When there was no one around, he pretended to be unintentional and walked to the other side, and walked a few steps side by side.

Yan Lou didn't even look at him.

Qi Zixi looked around, and finally said, "...I know what you did last night."

Yan Lou didn't stop and didn't blink: "I don't understand what you mean."

Qi Zixi didn't speak anymore, he froze.To his surprise, Yan Lou also stopped.

When he came to Qi Zixi, a smile appeared on Yan Lou's face, "So you have seen it? Don't remind him." Leaning his body close to Qi Zixi, Yan Lou said: "Obviously you hate him too. Don't pretend gone."

Qi Zixi's face turned red and white after being pierced, and he stared at Yan Lou.

"Zhao Yuan said that Fu Lan was not only hurt by a fall, but his hand was also hurt by a nail." Yan Lou smiled a little strangely: "They may all think that the nail was left over from the renovation of the nursing home, but I live in That layer, I know very well that there are no nails under the tarp of the handrail at all."

Qi Zixi's hands trembled a little, he avoided the other party's gaze: "I don't understand what you are talking about at all."

"I don't know what I'm talking about." Yan Lou laughed out loud, "You're talking nonsense." Then he turned around and left in a good mood.