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Having no choice, Qiao Hao came to Shi Dongdong's ward again during lunch break.

As soon as he entered the door, he found that the man was in trouble again.

"Pull out the tube for me, I don't want to infuse this nutrient solution anymore! Give me back my drawing board, why do you take it away!" Shi Dongdong was so emotional that the pencils and drawing paper scattered around him, and he The one who was pointing and berating loudly was Molly.

Molly, who was wearing a white coat, did not show weakness, she held the drawing board tightly in her hand, "Your fever has not subsided, and now you are infusing antibiotics and nutrient solution. The nutrient solution is to help you replenish your physical strength, and you have no physical strength." Now, what else do you want to draw? Do you know how expensive your nutrient solution is? Others can’t lose even if they want to lose!”

"Then trouble you to send it to the person who wants to lose! I don't need it!"

"Fuck...beauty, quickly bring it to me..." The bald man lying on the bed beside him answered the words weakly.

Molly was even more annoyed by his teasing, she turned around with her drawing board and was about to leave.As soon as she left, Shi Dongdong simply lifted the quilt, trying to tear off the infusion bag from the salt water stand.

"Dongdong, don't do this!" Aunt Yu hurriedly stopped her.

Qiao Hao had no choice but to rush over and hold down Shi Dongdong.

"What are you doing?" He whispered to the trembling person on the hospital bed, angry and uncomfortable.

"Doctor Qiao, is this man really your friend? He is so unreasonable, I just advise him to rest well..." Molly's eyes turned red when she saw Qiao Hao. Just dropped it on the ground.

As soon as she threw it, Shi Dongdong wanted to jump up from the bed, "Are you a doctor or a prison guard? Pick up the drawing board for me!"

"Dongdong! Don't be so excited." Qiao Hao pulled him vigorously, held his shoulders with both hands, and forced him to turn to himself, "Molly is an intern here, I asked her to let you draw less and more Rest. You don't misinterpret other people's kindness like this, can you?"

"Give me back my drawing board." Panting heavily, Shi Dongdong looked straight at Qiao Hao.

At that moment, Qiao Hao suddenly felt that the person in front of him was a little strange, and the strength in his hands seemed to leave him at once.

At that moment, he felt that he was not as important as that drawing board.

The movement in the room obviously alarmed the other doctors and nurses. Several people came in and pulled Molly out first.

The older doctor took the initiative to pick up the drawing papers on the floor, arranged them one by one and placed them next to Shi Dongdong's bed, "It's our young doctor who doesn't pay attention to the way he speaks. You just had brain surgery, so you can't be so excited. There is nothing wrong with painting, I think she just wants you to rest more, anyway, I say sorry to you on her behalf."

Shi Dongdong frowned and turned his head aside, not appreciative.

Qiao Hao had no choice but to signal to the doctor to let him come.

Aunt Yu also left with a worried expression on her face, and Qiao Hao pulled the curtain behind the bed.

"Tell me, do you really want to paint that much, or do you just want to lose your temper?" He took a deep breath and asked Shi Dongdong in a relaxed tone as much as possible.

"Painting." Shi Dongdong answered briefly with his head down.

"Do you have to take advantage of it now? Wouldn't it be more enjoyable to paint when you are in better health?" Qiao Hao sat directly on the edge of the bed, and clipped the painting that the doctor had adjusted before into the drawing board. Somewhat glaringly, the painting with the Eiffel Tower Exactly the first one.

"You don't understand, inspiration won't wait for others." Shi Dongdong leaned his body against the back of the bed and closed his eyes in resistance.

This kind of Shi Dongdong made Qiao Hao take a deep look. He leaned back on the pillow, his eyelashes trembling because of his intentionally closed eyes, and his expression was indescribably decadent and negative.But the words in his mouth were extremely sharp, wantonly scattering hurtful edge.

Qiao Hao felt that he seemed to know very well what kind of words could make him angry.

"Also, I really don't want to infuse these nutrient solutions, you can pull out the tube for me, I don't want to be tied to the bed like a dog all day..."

Shi Dongdong said another sentence, but this time Qiao Hao interrupted him before finishing his sentence.

"Do you think that the beds in the hospital are empty? Do you know how many people outside are begging for help and waiting in line every day!" Qiao Hao said, getting a little excited, "You always only think about yourself, whether you are comfortable or not. Not free, does it hinder painting, you never need to worry about money, expensive medicine is nothing in your eyes, this doctor is not easy to scold, and there will be a bunch of doctors around you! You can live in whichever ward you want, and it doesn’t matter how long you stay... But do you know how many people want to get medical treatment, infusion, and live a good life? You are too ignorant, I really treat you very well disappointment."

"It's because you think too highly of me," Shi Dongdong still maintained the previous posture, but opened his eyes slightly, as if Qiao Hao's words had no effect on him, "I've always been such a self-centered person .”

Qiao Hao was extremely depressed, he both regretted his almost venting attitude towards Shi Dongdong, and was frustrated by Shi Dongdong's indifference.

It was just silent for a long time, and the people on the bed closed their eyes and stopped looking at him.

"Yeah, I'm the only fool like me who hangs around you every day, lest you feel a little bit uncomfortable." He said angrily again.

The noon break was not long for Qiao Hao. There was still a room full of outpatients waiting for him in the afternoon. The long silence between the two forced him to draw the curtain and decide to leave.

Although, he was very unwilling to end with such a near-cold war situation.

"After get off work in the afternoon, I'll come to see you again. Sleep if you want, I hope you'll feel better then." Finally, Qiao Hao said helplessly, he was still the one who had no choice after all.

Shi Dongdong turned his head to the other side, as if he didn't even want to hear this sentence.

During the outpatient clinic in the afternoon, the patients never stopped.

Qiao Hao was so busy that he didn't even have time to go to the bathroom. He ran into a few patients who couldn't figure out what was going on and had many problems, so his throat was about to smoke.However, at the same time, he was also thankful that such busyness could at least temporarily calm down his emotions towards Shi Dongdong.When the last patient left and he stood in front of the sink and rinsed his hands with cold water, he finally felt much calmer.

That person is a patient, and it is normal to have emotions. He can be patient with other patients, but why does he lose the patience he cares about the most?

As for other people's poverty and suffering, it is really not Shi Dongdong's responsibility.

Qiao Hao wiped his hair with wet hands, and decided to visit Shi Dongdong this time with a better attitude.

Only this time, he couldn't even enter Shi Dongdong's ward.

It was originally time to get off work, but several doctors surrounded the door of the ward.At a glance, Qiao Hao saw that the elderly doctor who was talking to Shi Dongdong at noon was there, and most of the other doctors looked serious, as if they were discussing something, and even Molly bowed her head beside her.

"Is there something wrong with the patients in bed nine?" Qiao Hao rushed over.

The doctor recognized Qiao Hao, frowned and said, "The fever has reached 39 degrees, chills, blood pressure is very low, heart rate is 130... We are considering whether to transfer him to the ICU, but the director in charge of him is not here today."

"How did this happen? Did the antibiotics continue to lose?" Qiao Hao's heart sank when he heard that, "Or did he do something later?"

"Sleeping all afternoon... But when I went to change his dressing again, I found that he was a little unconscious and had a high fever. After the ECG monitoring, something was wrong." Molly said in the back.

"Would you like to try another antibiotic, use Tylenol, let's suppress the fever." A doctor suggested.

"That's right. The white blood cells are so high. It's been almost a week after the operation. It is supposed that the absorption heat should subside. Maybe the cephalosporin is of no use to him."

"I've checked it, and the surgical wound is...very clean." Molly whispered again.

"No matter what antibiotics are used, the source of infection must always be found out, otherwise it will be useless to force it down."

"Could it be that the patient's immunity is too low, so the fever is repeated, after all, he is a CA patient..."

The doctors were discussing each other sentence by sentence, but Qiao Hao couldn't hear the result. The sound of CA patient pierced his eardrum with pain.

He had to look around in the ward, only to see two nurses guarding Shi Dongdong's side, and Aunt Yu was also there, covering his forehead with a towel.

And Shi Dongdong closed his eyes, different from the stubborn face when he left at noon, the whole face of that person was gray at this time.

Qiao Hao clenched his fists, anxious and worried.

"Are there any other problems with the lungs, heart, and abdomen? Could it be a lung infection?" He also joined the discussion of the doctors, asking questions from the perspective of a physician.

"There are no murmurs in the lungs and heart. I have even checked the catheter, and the color of the urine is normal." Molly said again, she was the one doing the physical examination for Shi Dongdong today, so that happened at noon conflict.

"Could it be because of what happened at noon that the patient was too emotional and his heart rate was so fast..." another doctor questioned.

"Let me go in and see him!" Qiao Hao almost begged, thinking that if Shi Dongdong's condition really got worse because of what he said at noon, he felt an indescribable pain.That person has always been able to pretend, it's not like he doesn't know it.

"Wait a minute, we're going to arrange a CT of the neck, chest and abdomen for him right away to rule out all possibilities. I hope it's just a general opportunistic infection, not..." the elderly doctor stopped, He glanced at Qiao Hao.

That look almost made Qiao Hao tremble all over. The words "tumor metastasis" jumped into his mind almost immediately, and he felt suffocated.

Soon, Shi Dongdong was pushed out of the ward by the nurses to go to the CT room, and several doctors followed him.

Qiao Hao sat blankly on the bench outside the ward, unable to move.He buried his face in his hands, his face was hot and his hands were cold.

"Mr. Qiao, I'm sorry." Beside her, Molly didn't leave. "If I didn't make him angry at noon, it might not be like this. It's all my fault. I know he is a CA patient..."

"Stop talking!" Qiao Hao raised his head and interrupted Molly's words.

Molly was taken aback, and what shocked her even more was Qiao Hao's raised face. On that face, a pair of eyes were so red that she almost thought she was about to cry.

It took a long time for the red-eyed Qiao Hao to stabilize his emotions, and said to her, "Dongdong will be fine."