Personal matters

Lin Zhen is often in a short state these days.

It's okay when he's busy, but when he's free, his mind is full of Liu Qitong's face dangling in front of him.For a while, he was cold and expressionless, and for a while, he looked at him with a mocking face.

When they happened to meet in the corridor or in the operating room, my heart would be beating non-stop, and I didn't even dare to look at him.

Lin Zhen felt both helpless and faintly afraid of his strangeness.Liu Qitong was like a huge iceberg magnet, dragging him over bit by bit.

"Director Lin, can I have a word with you?"

A timid voice came from behind.Lin Zhen turned around and saw a round-faced little nurse looking up at him eagerly.

"Oh, Xiao Tang...what's the matter?"

"Director Lin, my sister-in-law is currently sleeping on bed 26. Excuse me...can I transfer her to your bed?"

Lin Zhen was taken aback, the 26th bed was in charge of by Liu Qitong.If the patient changes the bed now, it is equivalent to changing the chief surgeon.

"You lived well, why did you suddenly change the bed?" Lin Zhen asked inexplicably.

"My sister-in-law has been living here for a week, but Director Liu hasn't arranged for surgery yet." Xiao Tang's eyes are red, "My sister-in-law has headaches every day and can't eat. The family members are dying of anxiety."

"What's your sister-in-law's diagnosis?"

"Intracranial tumor."

"Oh..." Lin Zhen nodded, "Then, have you asked Dr. Liu about the specific treatment plan?"

"It's just that there is no plan!" Little Tang said urgently, "Every time I ask him, he always says to continue to observe...but this tumor is growing every day, how can we wait like this!"

"Are you sure it's a tumor?" Lin Zhen asked.

"It's confirmed." Xiao Tang hurriedly said, "Director He of the Department of Neurology has come for a consultation, and the possibility of lymphoma is more likely to be considered. We have to wait for the pathological results of the surgery."

Lin Zhen nodded, "If you wait patiently, maybe Director Liu has his own ideas. The operation should be arranged soon."

"No, he will keep procrastinating...he did it on purpose." Xiao Tang cried.

Lin Zhen frowned, "Why do you think so?"

"Because I offended him before, and he's still angry with me."

Lin Zhen laughed as soon as he heard it, and gently comforted him: "Don't say that. Human life is at stake. How could Dr. Liu do such a thing."

"Director Lin, can you really not transfer to your bed?" Xiao Tang looked at him pitifully.

It is taboo in surgery for inpatients to change surgeons.If Lin Zhen proceeded rashly, it would be equivalent to directly refuting Liu Qitong's face and deliberately making him look bad.

Lin Zhen thought for a while and said, "Well, let me ask Dr. Liu for you, and see what he has to say first."

Xiao Tang saw that he was determined to refuse, and he couldn't force it, so he nodded and went away with red eyes.

Lin Zhen saw her disappearing in the corridor, turned around and walked to the director's office.He paused for a moment when he reached the door—why did the thought of meeting this man face to face always make him nervous?

Knock on the door and go in, the office is empty, except for Liu Qitong.Lin Zhen secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and slowly walked back to his seat.

The fluorescent screen on the opposite seat was still on, and a head MRI was hung on it, indicating that someone had just left.

Lin Zhen walked over to turn off the power, and accidentally caught a glimpse of a black and white photo exposed under the glass.His curiosity was aroused, and he couldn't help but pick out the photo with his fingers and look at it carefully.

A man and a woman in the photo.The boy is Liu Qitong, I don't know the girl, but she is very good-looking.The two stood side by side, looking very young.

Lin Zhen felt inexplicably uncomfortable.

"What are you doing?"

Liu Qitong came in at some point, and was a little unhappy when he saw Lin Zhen standing in front of his desk.

Lin Zhen was startled, and subconsciously hid the photo behind her back, her face flushed red.

Liu Qi and Tong Ming clearly saw what he was hiding, and guessed that there was something wrong with Lin.As he walked over, he stared suspiciously at his hand and asked, "What's hidden? Show me."

Lin Zhen was so embarrassing, how could he tell Liu Qitong directly that he was spying on his private photos while he was away?

Seeing that he refused to tell the truth, Liu Qitong leaned over and broke his wrist forcibly—since they had dinner together that night, the distance between the two seemed to be vaguely getting closer.Liu Qitong's attitude towards Lin Zhen was much better. Such rough physical contact was almost impossible in the past.

Lin Zhen was wrapped by him from the chest, and his four hands were fighting behind his back.Liu Qitong's breath sprayed on his neck quickly, it was hot and itchy, and Lin Zhen's mind almost went blank.

He was confused and couldn't use his hands, so Liu Qitong took the opportunity to snatch the photo.

"Who told you to touch my things?" Liu Qitong looked at the things in his hand, and immediately raised his eyebrows.

"Isn't it..."

Liu Qitong opened the drawer with a "bang", threw the photo inside, and locked it with the key.

Lin Zhen's words of apology were stuck in his throat, and his chest was painfully stuffy.

"Aren't you off the night shift today... why are you here again?" Liu Qitong probably felt that he had gone too far just now, so he slowed down his tone a little.

"Oh..." Lin Zhen managed to pull himself together, "I want to ask about the condition of the patient."

"Which patient?"

"26 beds."

"Xiao Tang asked you to ask?" Liu Qitong's voice was cold.

Lin Zhen could hear the displeasure in his tone, and became more careful when speaking. "Is there something wrong?"

I have already explained it to Tang Yihua several times, but she didn't listen to it at all. She asked someone to ask here and there several times, and she couldn't figure it out.

Liu Qitong tried his best to suppress the anger that was about to erupt, and he was silent for a while before saying, "There is a space-occupying lesion in the left temporal lobe, compressing the lateral ventricle, and it is suspected to be a tumor at present."

"Suspected?...Didn't it mean that the diagnosis has been made?" Lin Zhen asked.

"The neurology department came for a consultation, but I don't think it looks like it."

"Then what are you thinking about?"

"It's hard to tell." Liu Qitong frowned, "Let's observe for a few more weeks."

"Is that so..." Lin Zhen nodded and stopped asking.

The differential diagnosis of nervous system diseases is inherently complicated. Since Liu Qitong has doubts in his mind, he must have his reasons.As an expert in brain medicine, Lin Zhen has great trust in Liu Qitong.