You who walk against the light

The light dimmed a little, and the clouds showed different shades of soft orange. He recalled Zhong Kaifan's surprised but reserved eyes just now.

Zhong Kaifan should not hate him.

Not long after, Lin Yuan fell into a drowsy sleep, and frames of images flashed in his mind. Two teenagers in white clothes were running on the playground, and a cry came from a distance: "A Yuan—"

Zhong Kaifan's face appeared directly in front of him, but gradually became blurred.

"Zhong Kaifan..." Lin Yuan broke free from his sleep, and there was a heart-rending soreness in his injured waist, and severe pain in his calf.

it's getting dark.

Assistant Li Meng knocked on the door and came in. She was wearing a sweater, her ponytail was tied up casually, and she was holding a bunch of things in her arms.

"Are you hungry? I brought you porridge with preserved egg and lean meat." Seeing that Lin Yuan woke up, Li Meng spoke briskly.

Lin Yuan didn't speak.

Li Meng took off his backpack and arranged his coat, mouthwash, hat and other items with ding ding dong dong, all of which were his daily necessities in the crew.

"You brought them all?"

Li Meng nodded: "Don't you want to transfer to another hospital? Take care of your health first. Fortunately, the film is about to wrap up, and the rest of the scenes can be done by the double."

"Who, who said I want to be transferred?" Lin Yuan felt guilty.

"Didn't you say in the morning..."

Lin Yuan curled his lips and said carelessly, "You don't feel tired after tossing and tossing."

"Obviously you like to make troubles, if you didn't offend..." Li Meng muttered in a low voice, remembering Lin Yuan's situation in the film crew, and swallowed the words again.

The porridge in the thermos was still steaming, Li Meng gave him a bowl, and said nicely, "Sister An Ran said, you can rest after filming this movie."

Lin Yuan took a sip of porridge, swallowed it, and said, "Do you think I can start working like this?" He shook his left leg unknowingly, grinning his teeth in pain, and even his tone changed: "Hey, what is she? Busy with newcomers, no time to talk to me."

Li Meng looked at him resentfully: "Don't be in the midst of blessings and don't know your blessings, she protects you so much."

Recalling the past six years, Lin Yuan stopped talking.

When he was almost finished eating, Li Meng got up to clean up the tableware, and found glass shards in the corner, then looked at the bedside table, the thermos bottle had disappeared, her face turned pale inch by inch, and her hands trembled: "Who has been here?"

Lin Yuan pressed the button on his right, and lay back expressionlessly.

Such a flamboyant person is now trapped on the hospital bed with disheveled hair and his back to her in silence. Li Meng suddenly felt that he was pitiful, and finally persuaded him: "You need to change your temper. Bear with it, be careful that someone will pick up black material in the future."

"Okay, speak the same tone as An Ran." He had already closed his eyes.

"I think the hospital will be thankful if they don't kick us out." Li Meng sighed and went out with the lunch box.

In the duty room on the third floor, Zhong Kaifan was flipping through the recent medical records of the rehabilitation department, which recorded Lin Yuan's operation time and condition, his eyes dimmed suddenly.

"Has bed No. 37 been like this recently?" Zhong Kaifan went to Shanghai to attend an academic exchange meeting some time ago, and he didn't know what happened in the hospital.

Junior sister Yao Xiwen asked, "What kind?"

"Just like today."

Yao Xiwen frowned subconsciously when he remembered the ward rounds in the afternoon, and took the file from Zhong Kaifan, "The comminuted fracture of the left leg is not serious, maybe the patient is not in a good mood."

"Is there a film and television base near here?"

"Yes, have you heard of Xiangshan Film and Television City? Many costume dramas are filmed there." Yao Xiwen looked at him, and felt that today's senior was a bit strange. Usually he only pays attention to things within his duties.

Zhong Kaifan fell into deep thought, no wonder he said it was the fault of Diao Weiya.

Yao Xiwen closed the document with a sly look on his face: "Brother, you gossip just like us."

Zhong Kaifan raised his head, his brows and eyes were gentle, "I'll just ask casually."

It's strange when you think about it, at the beginning there was a situation where there was no contact between old and dead, but now that we meet, seeing how he is doing well, Zhong Kaifan's heart softens again.

There were only the two of them left in the duty room, Yao Xiwen asked mysteriously: "Brother, can I ask,

Do you... have a girlfriend? "

Zhong Kaifan patted her on the head with a folder, and said casually, "What are you thinking about?"

"I, I am not thinking of the unmarried female compatriots in our department, hehe."

Zhong Kaifan ignored her and began to sort out the pathology report.

"It shouldn't be..." Yao Xiwen put his hands in his pockets and looked at him suspiciously.

When it was nearly twelve o'clock, Zhong Kaifan's cell phone rang, and he stood at the end of the corridor to answer the call.

The bluish-white light above the corridor falls on Zhong Kaifan's face. His temples are extremely lightly shaved, his sides are crisp and neat, his shoulders are broad and his waist is thin. Wearing a white coat on him, there is an inexplicable sense of ironing.

Listening to the voice on the other end of the phone, turbulent emotions were hidden on his usually gentle and humble face.

"I still say the same thing, don't interfere in my life anymore." He hung up the phone coldly, and the coldness in his eyes dissipated a little.

Lin Yuan never saw Zhong Kaifan again, he probably avoided himself consciously.

After more than a month, Lin Yuan had his plaster cast removed, he was able to walk slowly, and he went to the rehabilitation room more often.

Coincidentally, I ran into Zhong Kaifan on this day to guide the patient's rehabilitation.

Zhong Kaifan was wearing a white coat with a ballpoint pen hanging in his pocket, and stood in front of the joint detector to look at the parameters, "The strength is not enough, and I have not reached today's training task."