Luggage Syndrome

"Yi Cheng, I have to go and see the patient who just had the operation, take your time."

When Fu Lang said this, Liang Yicheng raised his head blankly with half a chicken leg in his mouth.

Fu Lang quickly packed up the finished lunch box, stood up, touched his head before leaving, and said in a low voice:

"Thank you for waiting for me to eat together."

Liang Yicheng felt aggrieved.

He waited for Fu Lang to come back hungry, just wanted to have a good meal with him.

However, even with the time for eating, Fu Lang didn't stay in the duty room for more than 15 minutes.

If it wasn't for him, Fu Lang might have only planned to spend 5 minutes eating instant noodles, but Fu Lang thanked him so earnestly that he couldn't even get sullen.

Liang Yicheng ate the chicken legs slowly, there was still more than half of the food left, he had lost his appetite, and the chopsticks were randomly stirring in the lunch box.

At this time, Wang Ruizhen came in with a few lunch boxes. When he saw him, he was obviously taken aback, and said, "You haven't left yet?"

Liang Yicheng looked at the corridor absently, and replied casually, "No."

Wang Ruizhen glanced at the meal he had messed up, with a complicated expression, pulled a boss chair and sat down, opened the lunch boxes he bought one by one, and the tempting aroma of food immediately filled the entire duty room.

Boiled chicken, roast duck, barbecued pork, rapeseed, and two boxes of rice.

Although Liang Yicheng had already eaten something, he swallowed subconsciously and said with emotion: "Doctor Wang, you have a really good appetite."

Wang Ruizhen: "..."

Wang Ruizhen didn't answer, opened a box of plain rice, and ate on his own.

Liang Yicheng quietly watched Fu Lang busy at the nurse's desk through the transparent glass window of the duty room.

After Fu Lang left the nurse's desk in a hurry, he turned his head and saw that Wang Ruizhen's rice was almost finished, but the meat hadn't moved much.

Liang Yicheng asked strangely: "Is there a time limit for you to eat at work?"

Wang Ruizhen didn't expect that he would take the initiative to talk to him, and asked with a confused face, "What?"

"Why do you eat so fast? Doesn't your stomach hurt? Do you eat so late every day? Is this considered lunch or dinner? And why do you hardly eat meat? It's too wasteful to eat so many dishes. ..."

Wang Ruizhen: "..."

Wang Ruizhen's head hurt from his question, and he glanced at Liang Yicheng's barely eaten food in front of him, speechless, and silently pushed a few lunch boxes in front of him.

Liang Yicheng asked in surprise: "Ah, can I eat? It won't make you hungry, right?"

Wang Ruizhen said weakly: "Eat, eat quickly, don't talk while eating."

"Thank you, Doctor Wang!"

When Fu Lang came back from his work, he saw such a strange scene: Liang Yicheng happily ate roast meat, while Wang Ruizhen sat aside, looking out of the window hopelessly.

Seeing Fu Lang coming in, Wang Ruizhen quickly adjusted his expression, stood up, and said, "Brother Fu, you haven't eaten yet, I bought too much food..."

When he turned around, he realized that there were not many boxes of meals left on the conference table.

Liang Yicheng patted his stomach, and sat on the back of the wooden chair contentedly: "Hi—"

Wang Ruizhen: "..."

Fu Lang suppressed a smile, and said lightly: "Thank you, I have eaten, and he bought me food."

Fu Lang bypassed Wang Ruizhen, walked up to Liang Yicheng, reached out to touch his slightly swollen belly as if there was no one else present, and asked in a low voice, "Why do you eat so much? Do you still have dinner? Didn't you say in the morning that tonight I would eat so much? Want to drink tea?"

Liang Yicheng quickly shrunk his belly, sat up, and said, "Eat! Drink!"

Fu Lang laughed in a low voice, raised his head, the smile on his face was still there, but he glanced sharply at Wang Ruizhen with his deep eyes, and said, "Thank you, Dr. Wang, for taking care of him for me."

Wang Ruizhen silently put away the messy lunch box, turned and left the duty room without saying a word.

Fu Lang looked out of the window. There were not many people on duty on weekends. The little nurse went to change the patient's dressing. sit down.

Liang Yicheng immediately asked: "Brother Lang, are you done with your work? When can you get off work?"

"Not yet. I have to carry out the doctor's new order, and I have to make rounds before get off work. But today, the head nurse is not here, so maybe it can be over sooner."

It was quiet in the duty room, and the corridor outside was dark, as if there were only him and Liang Yicheng left in the world.

Two people.

The sudden sense of security took away all of Fu Lang's strength.He stopped holding on, and leaned against Liang Yicheng, who was beside him, and said wearily: "Don't move, let me lean on for a while, I...so tired..."

Liang Yicheng nodded, but turned sideways, hugged Fu Lang's shoulders, let his upper body lean on his body firmly, rested his head on his chest, and hugged him tightly.

In the silent room, there was only the slow and long breathing of the two of them, and their clinging bodies slowly undulated with their respective breathing.

Liang Yicheng closed his eyes, quietly feeling the beating of Fu Lang's heart from his chest.

Very light, very slow, but firmly dancing.

Gradually, the breathing rhythm of the two coincided.

The two tightly pressed chests undulate slowly together, as if fused into one.

Without any hesitation in his heart, Liang Yicheng asked in a low voice:

"Brother Lang...why...do you want to be a nurse?"

Perhaps this question has been lingering in Liang Yicheng's mind since the day Fu Lang sent those shaky videos.

Every time I saw Fu Lang, he always looked like this exhausted, but still holding on to himself.

Fu Lang is always tireless in his work, even if his tall body is crumbling, he never complains.

Therefore, no matter how distressed Liang Yicheng was, he could only endure it.

Since Fu Lang has his own insistence, all he can do is respect and support silently.

But seeing Fu Lang working like a desperate person today, Liang Yicheng only felt fear, panic, and a familiar sense of powerlessness in his heart.

If this continues, Fu Lang will fall sooner or later.

Fortunately, before that day came, Fu Lang showed weakness to him.

But Fu Lang didn't answer immediately, he just sat up a little bit, and didn't leave, resting his head on his shoulder.

Liang Yicheng was a little annoyed, but he still tried his best to adjust his position so that Fu Lang could lean more comfortably.

The long silence made Liang Yicheng think that Fu Lang had fallen asleep.

But at this time, Fu Lang spoke softly:

"Once, I had two very good brothers."

"Now, there's only one left."

Fu Lang grew up in a small county town, and his best friends are his neighbor Yang Yu, who is one year younger than him, and Feng Wenxuan, who has been his classmate for 11 years.

The schools in City H have always been uncompetitive, and there is no school that is worth going to, so everyone naturally chooses the school closest to home.

As for Feng Wenxuan, no matter whether he was entering a higher school or being assigned a class, he was destined to stay in the same class as Fu Lang.

After the division of arts and sciences in the second year of high school, Fu Lang was able to get rid of the history and politics he hated the most.

There are too few students in small cities who concentrate on studying, and there are even fewer good seedlings like Fu Lang who may be able to make a name for the school.Fu Lang immediately received the intensive attention of the teachers of various subjects. Every day after school, he had to receive extra guidance from the teachers, and he went home late every day.

In the past, Feng Wenxuan would wait for him to go home from school together, but since the second year of high school, they almost went their separate ways.

Although Yang Yu, who was a year younger than them, was also in the same school, he won the provincial youth free kick competition during the winter vacation, which attracted the attention of the city's sports department, and specially hired a retired player as his personal coach. National competitions, so every day after class, I have to go to the gym to practice until late at night.

However, on weekends, the three of them would still get together to play games as before, usually at Feng Wenxuan's home, because his parents were working outside the home, and few people cared about him.

"Hey... so tired, Mosquito Coil, I envy you so much, you can go home every day after class. Oh my god, your number is already at full level?! I haven't finished my novice tasks, boss! Take me quickly ah!"

Yang Yu yelled, but he was lying on Feng Wenxuan's bed, not wanting to move.

Fu Lang sat on the bed with his laptop in his arms, kicked Yang Yu away from his lap in disgust, frowned, and said, "Have you changed your socks for a few days?"

"I change it every day! I just wore these socks when I went out today! If you don't believe me, smell it! Fuck, it stinks, did I get Hong Kong feet from training every day? Come on! Langzi, smell it for me..."

"roll."

Feng Wenxuan quietly watched the two of them arguing on his bed, and suddenly asked: "Are you still playing the game?"

"Hit! Hit... But let me lie down for a while, I get beaten up by the coach every day, look! There is nothing good about me! This is child abuse!"

Yang Yu lifted his clothes, and the boy's body, which hadn't fully grown, was a bit thin, but it was already covered with several thin layers of muscles.

Fu Lang said indifferently: "How dare you call yourself a child at this age? Don't use your white body to insult my eyes."

Yang Yu pointed at his shallow abs with a look of shock, and said, "Is this still called a white chicken? At least I am a white goose, right? Are you amazing when you are older! I will definitely grow taller in a year. You are tall! No, everything is big!"

"Oh."

"Don't you believe it! Let's compare! Do you think you are amazing at 18. cm?!"

"roll."

Feng Wenxuan stood up silently, Fu Lang turned his head and asked, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, I'll go downstairs to buy something to drink."

Yang Yu immediately shouted: "I want a Coke, thank you!"

Feng Wenxuan nodded, looked at Fu Lang, and asked, "What about you?"

Fu Lang looked at him sideways for a while, and said, "I'll go with you."

"I'm sorry, I always let you go alone recently, how are you doing recently?"

Standing beside the freezer in the canteen, Fu Lang bent down and took out a can of Coke from the water with crushed ice, and handed it to Feng Wenxuan.

"pretty good."

Feng Wenxuan took it with a smile, put it aside, opened the freezer on the other side, and took out a can of beer.

Fu Lang frowned and asked, "When did you start drinking?"

Feng Wenxuan pulled the tab as if nothing had happened, and drank most of it in one gulp, Qing Juan's face flushed slightly.

"I just learned it recently. You are not here. I don't have much fun playing games by myself. I just go to play billiards, pop girls and drink." Feng Wenxuan finished the rest of the wine, hiccupped, and said: "Don't tell Tudou that he's only grown a little over the years. He's still a kid at heart, and he likes to imitate me in everything."

Fu Lang was silent for a while, and said, "That's because he likes you."

Feng Wenxuan smiled helplessly, and said, "I know. But I'm different from you, I don't like...men."

Fu Lang finally touched two more cans of Coke from the ice water, his hands were already numb from the cold.

Feng Wenxuan added: "He's still young, so he probably hasn't figured it out yet. Even if he did understand, he would know me... Anyway, he never told me clearly... No matter what, I really want to be good brothers with you forever of."

Fu Lang clenched the Coke in his hand, raised his hand, and touched his chest very slowly.

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