The boy next door came out

Yanhe, I am Hokuriku

On March 2019, 03, the spring equinox weather is cloudy

Everyone is buzzing

there is silent sorrow

hiding in the shadows of strangers

raging jubilation

Hokuriku has been gone for a few days.

Yanhe still goes to work every day, just like when he was not around.

He is very busy every day.

There are always a lot of patients in the ward, and the surgeries scheduled every week are also very full, and there are so many outpatients that he can't see his end.

He only occasionally thought of Hokuriku.

Thinking that he lived in the dormitory of the school alone, or went back to his grandfather's house.

No matter where he is, he is always alone again.

Just like when he first met.

withdrawn and cold.

What happened to Yanhe was that he was compared to when Hokuriku just left.

When Bei Lu just left, his heart felt like a tossing river and a sea all day and all night, burning with pain.

But now he just waits for the things in his hands to be finished. There is really no patient to deal with by himself, even such small things as changing the medicine.

He will think of him.

It turned out that there was another bastard named Hokuriku in his life.

But he can't do anything when he thinks about it.He can't beat and scold Xu Lai like he did to Xu Lai.

Xu Lai also belongs to the type of weeds. Although he is rotten from the root, his heart is rolling and turning into a stone.

But Hokuriku is different.

From the inside to the outside, there are only strands floating around, and those make up his barrier.

Maybe someday it will be gone.

Today, on Thursday, it was his turn to be on the outpatient clinic again.

He didn't feel like he used to, he didn't want to move with heavy steps.

Because among all the voices, it is best to forget.

Everything about him about Hokuriku is easily crushed into pieces by the crowd, and finally hidden in the strange shadow.

He can even face it with the most charming smile.

Yan He changed into clean white clothes early in the morning and sat in the consulting room.

Even the little girl at the outpatient service desk was surprised, she always liked Yanhe who arrived last at [-] o'clock.

How could it be more punctual than calling the bell.

He was sitting in the consulting room, wearing a medical mask, revealing those black eyes.

The straight browbones were depicted wantonly on that half of the face, and the hidden bridge of the nose outlined his general appearance.

Full of heroism.

Probably every patient will think so when they see him.

Even Hokuriku thinks so.

The patients in the morning came early, and Yan He, who was able to have an examination, had already helped to open it, and asked them to go downstairs to the auxiliary department to line up.

For the rest that needs to be looked at carefully, we can only line up and wait for the number to be called.

There are problems in various organs, and there are more or less symptoms on the surface of the body.

Most of the problems in the cardiothoracic department are chest pains on the body surface.

Yan He diagnosed several patients in the morning, all of them were "the patient reported chest pain for several months..."

At that moment when he was busy, he actually remembered the sentence that Hokuriku said that time.

My heart hurts.

rather than a chest pain.

He really wanted to ask him, do you have a heart?

But looking at his frail appearance, it is estimated that his life was not good in those years.

He couldn't even utter a cruel word.

He could only ask him everything he wanted to know as a doctor.

And not just diseases.

Hokuriku's classes today are all scheduled in the afternoon, and most of the teachers in the teaching and research section have gone out to class in the morning.

Hokuriku sorted out the materials needed for today, and remembered that he had to go for a re-examination.

He almost forgot.

He was bored, bored that his life was still bad.

The stuffiness is that my chest is always blocked in one breath, and the breathing can only be exchanged within that area.

If you go any further, it may reach your heart.

When he actually arrived at the hospital, standing in front of the outpatient building, he looked at the crowded hall, and his boredom continued unabated.

He can only queue up first.

Whether the inspection can be scheduled in the morning is another matter.

It was close to 10:30 when he stood in the waiting area outside the clinic with the registration form.

In the morning, the wave of examination patients had already finished and came back with the report card.

In the consulting room, Yan He's head hurts, and he can't frown casually, because any subtle expression on his face may be captured by sensitive patients.

They even thought of saying "It's okay, go back and have a good rest."

He can only pretend to be easy to deal with all situations.

But for the girl in front of her who came to see a doctor, Yan He really couldn't relax.

Yan He took the medical record and flipped through the patient information on the cover.

The girl introduced herself, "My name is Xiaomi, and I am a student of the Political Science Institute of the Military University."

The way she looked at Yan He didn't look like other patients asking questions.

She was hiding a trace of cunning, and when Yan He lowered his head to write, the painful expression on his face immediately changed into a smirk.

When Yan He heard her talking about the Political Science Institute, his writing hand paused slightly, "What's uncomfortable?"

"I always have a chest pain in class these few days." Xiaomi said, still clutching his chest, pretending to be in pain.

When she came to the hospital to visit patients last month, she ran into Yan He in the elevator in the inpatient hall.

At that time, Yan He had a mask hanging on his chin, and the white clothes he wore were not tacky at all.

The scumbag image of her new painting is very suitable.Unfortunately, as soon as the elevator opened, he took a few steps and stepped out. When Xiaomi chased him out, he was gone.

His facial features didn't even have time to outline them in detail, they disappeared like a gust of wind.

Xiaomi managed to find out that he was the number one handsome man in the affiliated hospital.

Seeing her appearance, Yanhe didn't look like she was sick, so she probably came to make trouble again.

"Girl, you are covering your stomach." He threw the pen away, and lay down on the back of the chair, stretching his back by the way.

Xiaomi immediately moved his hand up and down, "Maybe it hurts my stomach."

"You still know about pain?" Yan He deliberately asked her back.

Xiaomi did not doubt that there were two, and said with a smile, "Yes!"

"Then do you know that chest pains are caused by those diseases?" Yan He stared at the ceiling and rolled his eyes. After staring at the computer for a long time, his eyeballs were dry.

"Cardiovascular disease or pleural cavity disease, most likely neuralgia..."

Xiaomi quacked everything he knew on Baidu.

"Okay, you gave me a good diagnosis. Otherwise, I don't know how to write this complete medical record."

Xiaomi didn't understand, so Yan He wrote a few strokes in the medical record book, put it together and handed it to her.

"Intercostal neuralgia, go back and have a good rest."

It was only then that Xiaomi realized that he had seen through.Just didn't throw her out.

It's just a gentleman's demeanor.

The stars in her eyes almost drowned Yan He.

She picks up her notebook and gets up to leave.

She sighed, he was wearing a mask all the time, and he didn't even see his face, but at least the browbones and forehead were quite satisfactory.

"Do you have a teacher named Beilu!" But Yanhe's voice sounded slowly behind him.

His voice was not as perfunctory as before, it was much softer.

Xiaomi sat back on the butt that had just left the stool.

Nodding quickly.

Her shoulder-length short hair was thrown all over her face.

"Our teacher Beilu is very handsome, but he doesn't talk much, and the class is different. When he opens his mouth, he feels that the world is bright. Do you know Sheng Feiran, the big beauty of our school? Someone saw them walking together a few days ago, holding an umbrella Woolen cloth......"

Xiaomi's heart of gossip and magical brain circuits completely led Yan He astray.

Yan He quietly listened to her talking about those pretentious things, but didn't know how to interrupt.

She was showing off to Yan He, the person he always talked about before.

He used to show off "Our Hokuriku" to others.

Instead of "My Hokuriku".

Until the patient outside knocked on the door, he thought the girl inside had been watching for too long.

Xiaomi's topic really ended, and Yanhe didn't say anything at the end.

Xiaomi didn't understand what his eyes meant.

Does he care about Teacher Hokuriku?Or is it because his girlfriend is Sheng Feiran?

But he just asked directly if he knew Sheng Feiran, why did he ask Bei Lu?

Xiaomi's crooked girlish heart turned out to be another picture in his mind.

She decided to go back and paint again.

Hokuriku waited for about half an hour for the horn to call him.

He slowly pushed the door open and walked into the consulting room.

Yan He sat inside solemnly, exhorting the previous patient with gentle words.

Until the patient walked out gratefully.

Yan He pulled the mask up to his chin, and the corner of his mouth was half a smile, "Mr. Beilu! Are you here for a follow-up visit?"

He bit his lower lip deeply so as not to bring out the next sentence.

Do you still know to come to see me for a follow-up visit?

He changed his tone and asked again, "Why are you here alone?"

But Bei Lu didn't pay much attention to him, the moment Yan He opened his mouth, he was already hurt.

There was a cracking sound in his heart.

But no one can hear it, except himself.

"I'll come for a review, Doctor Yan."

Yan He was so angry that he couldn't vent his anger, and the checklists he wrote were all unruly.

Beilu took the list and turned around to go out.He didn't want to be in it for a second.

He was afraid that he would go into a trance and fall into his whirlpool again.

Yan He thought for a while, then chased to the door again.

Hokuriku, however, was walking away from him across the crowd.

Whenever he chooses to look back, he will find out.

At the other end of the crowd was the silent Yanhe.

But not only did he not, he also escaped very quickly.

Yan He returned to the consulting room, thought about it and called his senior brother.

Hokuriku came so late, and after paying the fee for the inspection form, he could only wait until the afternoon.

For such a long time at noon, he would just sit by the door of the examination room and wait.

Once again, Yan He was shy and thick-skinned, and did such a thing without bottom line principles.

right!This is the beginning of what he himself said to his senior brother.

He just didn't want Hokuriku to wait too long.

He could imagine with his eyes closed that he was sitting in the bleak light again.

Face and Hokuriku!

He chooses the latter.

Even if he is ungrateful.

Hokuriku had just paid the fee and was about to leave.

The smiling doctor stopped him and told him to go in directly.

Hokuriku knows.

Apart from Yanhe, there was no one else.