Neverland

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The elevator issued an arrival notification sound, Yan Cen looked away from the phone screen, put the phone back in his pocket with a calm expression, stepped out of the staff elevator, and turned right into the corridor.

The third and fourth floors of Block B are staff restaurants, which are similar to the restaurants in the park. The third floor is a fast food window, while the fourth floor is a small frying window, and some semi-open private rooms are also set up.

The third and fourth floors have been opened up and decorated into a semi-open space. Now it's lunch break time. There are a lot of people on the third floor. Doctors on duty in each department in twos and threes are sitting together with their dinner plates chattering, although they are all intentionally kept down sound, but together it is very noisy.

Yan Cen has always disliked these crowded places. With his eyes downcast, he rolled up the sleeves of his white coat while walking through the aisle of plastic tables and chairs, and walked to the stairs at the other end of the restaurant.

Unfortunately, just halfway through the Long March, he was stopped by someone.

"Chenghong?"

Yan Cen obviously adapted well to his new name, he stopped naturally and turned his head to look for the source of the voice.

"Hey, what about this." On the window seat not far away, a man waved at him with chopsticks.

Yan Cen turned around and walked towards him.He has the impression that this person is the doctor who handed over to him during the shift change yesterday, and belongs to the same department as Yan Chenghong.Yan Cen's eyes glanced at the name tag hanging on his chest - Zhang Yi, it's a very common name.

"Aren't you on vacation?" Yan Cen stood by the table and asked casually, "Still coming down at this hour?"

"It's a lively meal." Zhang Yi is very close to Yan Chenghong. He stuffed a small piece of chicken into his mouth and said vaguely: "It's you, I heard that you applied for shift transfer, and you will be on full shift for three consecutive days." Are you not tired?"

Yan Cen pushed his glasses: "I have something to do later, if you don't want to ask for leave, you can just adjust it."

The work in the nursing home is easy, and it is not uncommon for people to use post transfers to make up for two days off.Zhang Yi didn't think there was anything wrong either.

Zhang Yi puffed his cheeks and nodded, quickly waved his hands at Yan Cen, and said repeatedly: "Oh, don't just talk and stay here. You don't want to eat? I'll reserve a seat for you."

"No need." Yan Cen looked at his watch and felt that there was still time, so he simply sat down on the empty seat opposite Zhang Yi: "Today I want to go upstairs to eat pork belly chicken."

"Oh." Zhang Yi nodded, and as if he remembered something, he asked, "Oh yes, did you have a consultation about bed No. [-] this morning?"

"Yes." Yan Cen said, "One hour is over."

Zhang Yi hurriedly pulled the rice on the plate into his mouth vaguely, drank another half a glass of cold water, and then poured out his mouth to speak: "Oh, let me tell you, when I mentioned bed No. It’s a big head. Life experience is smooth sailing, IQ is still high, and logic is better than our little nurse. I can’t find the symptoms and symptoms, and she refuses to tell me... If I don’t say anything, the overall condition will never improve, obviously She can talk, but she just refuses to speak. If she continues to live like this, I think our next quarter’s bonus will be useless.”

Zhang Yi didn't know how long he held it in, and complained like a cannonball, Yan Cen took a wet wipe from the table, took off his glasses and wiped them quietly, without saying a word.

"Actually, I think her parents are too troublesome, throwing the No. [-] bed to us, saying it's for recuperation, don't they just don't want to be responsible." Zhang Yi said with a sigh: "Otherwise you said it like this For a long time, the children have not improved at all, and I have not seen them worrying."

"Maybe they know the crux." Yan Cen finished wiping his eyes, then took out a clean tissue to wipe the water droplets on the lens, and said with a smile: "Who doesn't have a bit of family ugliness."

"...Well." Zhang Yi thought about it seriously, then nodded: "I think what you said makes sense, but I'm really not sure."

Yan Cen looked down at his watch, it was 10 minutes before twelve o'clock, half an hour had passed since the phone call he had with Xu Muzhou.

Zhang Yi was taken aback when he saw this: "Have you made an appointment?"

"Patient." Yan Cen said concisely.

Zhang Yi raised a finger, pointed to the private room upstairs, and asked, "An appointment to have dinner here?"

"Yes." Yan Cen said.

Zhang Yi winked at him, teasingly said: "Okay, you."

Yan Cen smiled and didn't speak, which was a tacit agreement.

"Oh, I understand. The patients we are responsible for are all mild symptoms, no different from normal people, so what are you afraid of." Zhang Yi waved his hand nonchalantly: "Then you go, don't delay things here, look at you It's not too early to say."

Zhang Yi babbled endlessly, Yan Cen put the cleaned glasses back on the bridge of his nose, and was grabbed by Zhang Yi and listened to a few words of "experience from someone who has experienced it" before he managed to get away.

The small fried window on the fourth floor is not included in the package for three meals a day, and needs to be paid extra, so the number of people is more than half less than that on the third floor.

Yan Cen stood at the stairs and looked around, and found Xu Muzhou at the penultimate booth near the window.

He didn't rush over, but touched the meal card in his pocket, turned around and went to the small fried window to order two sets of rice with pork belly and chicken soup.

This is a meal combination that "Yan Chenghong" is very fond of. The staff at Xiaochao window already know him, and they added a small dish of spicy cabbage for him when serving the meal.

When Yan Cen walked to the booth with the dinner plate, Xu Muzhou was holding a cardboard card in his hand, staring out the window in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking.

It wasn't until Yan Cen put the soup bowl in front of him that Xu Muzhou was jolted as if suddenly regaining consciousness.

His complexion was not very good, it was extremely unhealthy pale, his eyes were a little slack, and his fingers holding the card were a little pale.

"Why did you come here?" Xu Muzhou forced a smile at Yan Cen: "I have something to tell you."

"I met a colleague downstairs and said a few words." Yan Cen looked at his face, frowned, and asked in a low voice, "What happened?"

"I found a problem in Block A." Xu Muzhou said, "There—"

"Drink the soup first." Yan Cen interrupted him, pushing the plate in front of him without refusal: "This task has no time limit, so don't worry."

Xu Muzhou took the spoon that Yan Cen stuffed in a daze, lowered his head and stirred the soup in the bowl, the bright oily flakes floated in the steaming hot soup, Xu Muzhou took a sip, feeling his frozen body regain Warm up.

Yan Cen saw that his face had finally regained some vitality, so he picked up his chopsticks and picked up a mouthful of vegetables.He ate very perfunctorily, took two mouthfuls of rice intentionally, and put down his chopsticks as if he had completed a task.

The slightly hot soup flowed down Xu Muzhou's throat, perfectly soothing his restless heart just now.Xu Muzhou drank half a bowl of soup in a row before he let out a long sigh of relief, feeling that he had completely come back to life.

Yan Cen took a look at him, thinking that he might not have had enough, so he pushed the bowl of soup in front of Xu Muzhou to Xu Muzhou, and even scooped up the coriander on top with a clean spoon.

Xu Muzhou was startled, only to belatedly realize that there was no parsley in his bowl of soup.

"How do you know that I don't eat coriander?" Xu Muzhou asked subconsciously.

Yan Cen said without raising his head: "Not only do you not eat coriander, you also don't eat corn, noodles, or peas. I have eaten several meals with you, and I can remember them just by looking at them."

Xu Muzhou: "..."

The soup in the crock was simmering on the stove all the time, and the body of the pot was warmed by the open fire. Xu Muzhou lowered his head slightly and stirred the bowl of soup with a spoon, feeling a little uncomfortable in his heart .

He stayed in the orphanage until he was 12 years old, and the teachers there didn't know the trivial things like what he likes to eat and what he doesn't like, and I'm afraid they didn't even remember his name.For them, as long as these children can open their eyes as usual every day, and grow up day by day.

But Xu Muzhou doesn't think it's a big deal. There are over a hundred children in the orphanage, but there are only two teachers. Each teacher has to take care of dozens of children who are jumping up and down every day. powerless.

Likes, birthdays and food dislikes, these are extremely intimate and private information Xu Muzhou has never shared with others on his own initiative, nor has he enjoyed the treatment of being found out about these habits a little bit.

So when this kind of topic came out of Yan Cen's mouth, his first reaction turned out to be panic that was almost guilty.

——Because Yan Cen not only took this trivial matter to heart, he also treated it as a matter that "needs attention".

This feeling is very strange - it is not a very pure feeling, and it can't even be counted as "joy", but closer to a sour emotion.

"You care so much about everyone?" Xu Muzhou asked.

"I'm not responsible for others." Yan Cen said confidently.

After he finished speaking, he was silent for a moment, but finally he couldn't hold back, showing the helpless look that Xu Muzhou was very familiar with: "...Trouble."

Xu Muzhou: "..."

His brother Yan is still the same brother Yan—but I don't know if it's a psychological effect, Xu Muzhou feels that this daily "trouble" is more pleasing to the ear than usual.

Xu Muzhou lowered his head, scooped up a spoonful of soup and stuffed it into his mouth, and couldn't help sniffling.

Yan Cen glanced at him, and asked rather dullly: "Do you think it's cold?"

"...Yes." Xu Muzhou said solemnly, "Autumn in the north is a bit cool."

After Xu Muzhou finished speaking, he was afraid that his words would not be credible, so he pulled up the zipper of his coat to cover up.

"I chose this seat because I'm afraid of the cold." Yan Cen said and stood up: "Come and sit here."

Yan Cen didn't say that Xu Muzhou hadn't noticed that the window beside him was a plastic window frame, the inside was deformed and bent, and couldn't be closed tightly, and there was a gust of cold wind blowing in through the crack of the window.

After Xu Muzhou had finished speaking, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and stand up, changing seats with Yan Cen.

Yan Cen took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, ignored the "No Smoking" sign on the wall, took one out and lit it.

"What were you trying to say just now?" Yan Cen said vaguely, "What happened to Block A?"

Speaking of business, Xu Muzhou's expression also became serious, he threw down the spoon, and handed the jammed paper he had been clutching to Yan Cen.

"I found Ji Yun's hospitalization card in Block A."