Difficult to love

"Excuse me, is this Yue Rong, Doctor Yue?" Yue Rong's office was pushed open, and a man in his 20s entered.

Yue Rong looked at this man. He was wearing a gray suit, with rimless glasses on his face, his hair was combed meticulously, and his skin was as white as Yue Rong's.

Although the man's attire looked very elegant and friendly, but Yue Rong could see from the polite smile on his face that this man was very good at keeping a distance from other people.

"Excuse me, are you..."

"Hi, I'm Yan Lei's friend."

"Oh, you are his friend, you want to see the patient?"

"Ah."

"Okay, come with me."

Yue Rong brought him to 308, at this time Yan Lei was holding his mobile phone and concentrating on fighting the landlord.

The man saw Yan Lei through the glass, the calmness on his face finally cracked, he pressed the doorknob and was about to enter the house, Yue Rong immediately stopped him.

"and many more."

The man showed a puzzled look, "What's wrong?"

"Sir, since you are Mr. Yan's friend, shouldn't you check the patient's condition before meeting him?" Yue Rong guessed the man's identity from just now, and he should be Yan Lei's ex-boyfriend.

"I... I'm sorry, I was also excited at the moment. I heard that he was ill, so I came over to see him in a hurry."

"How about this, you wait outside first, I'll go in and check his status, ask his opinion, if he agrees, I'll let you meet again, how about it?"

"Okay." The man finally let go of the handle.

Yue Rong nodded to him and entered the room.

Yan Lei was playing Zhengxing and suddenly heard the sound of the door being pushed. He looked up at the person who was coming, and then continued to play with his mobile phone, "Dr. Yue, why are you here?"

Yue Rong sat down opposite him and said unhurriedly: "It's okay, I just came to see you, you play your game, don't worry about me."

"Then I don't care about you."

"Ah."

Yue Rong just sat and watched Yan Lei playing with his mobile phone. He deliberately asked the men outside to wait, and it could be regarded as a small revenge for Yan Lei.

When Yan Lei was about to start the fifth game, Yue Rong only spoke.

"Someone looking for you."

Yan Lei's hand stopped suddenly, and within five or six seconds, there was a urging voice from the phone.

"Hurry up, all the flowers I've been waiting for are gone!"

Yan Lei put down the phone directly, "Who is it?"

Yue Rong glanced at the door and said: "A person who is closely related to your illness, I don't really recommend you..."

"Let him in!"

When Yue Rong was talking, Yan Lei never interrupted him, this was the first time, "Are you serious?"

"Doctor Yue, I...I..."

Yue Rong felt that Yan Lei seeing that person would not be good for his illness, but from Yan Lei's words just now, he could hear the anxiety in Yan Lei's heart.

"Well, I respect you."

"Thank you... thank you..."

Yue Rong stood up and walked out the door, he nodded to the man, the man quickly pushed the door open, Yue Rong watched them quietly through the glass.

They were a little shocked to see each other, but soon calmed down, the man sat down and grabbed Yan Lei's hand, Yan Lei struggled slightly, but did not break free.

Yue Rong noticed that the man had spoken, but Yan Lei slowly lowered his head and kept listening, but he never spoke.

Yue Rong shook his head, "Since you're already married, why did you come to see him?"

"What are you looking at?" A familiar voice appeared behind Yue Rong's ears in a familiar way

"none of your business?"

Gong Jingyun touched the natural curls behind Yue Rong's ears, "It's a success this time, so I'm not scared."

Yue Rong turned around and stared at him, "If my psychological quality is not stronger, how can I be a psychiatrist."

"My wife is amazing."

"Stop it, itchy."

"What's itching? Shall I scratch it for you?"

"Don't make trouble!" Yue Rong's ears turned red from him, he hurriedly dragged Gong Jingyun out of the corridor, as long as he could embarrass him in his office.

The man didn't leave until the afternoon, Yue Rong wanted to talk to Yan Lei, but before he left, Yan Lei took the initiative to find him.

"Sit down, I wanted to go and see you just now." Yue Rong poured him a glass of water and said.

Yan Lei took the glass and held it in his hand. He stared at the water in the glass with dull eyes, and Yue Rong frowned. This was not a good sign.

"Doctor Yue, I didn't expect...he could come to see me."

"I didn't expect you to let him see you either."

Yan Lei suddenly raised his head to look at Yue Rong, his eyes were full of anxiety, at this moment Yue Rong finally noticed that his face was a little pale.

Yue Rong felt that his words might be too much, so he said: "Ahem, you don't need to care about my words, how do you feel after meeting him?"

"..." Yan Lei didn't speak, he just shook his head.

Yue Rong had already guessed the result, "Will he come again in the future?"

"do not know."

"If he comes, will you still see him?"

"me……"

"You want to see him, don't you?"

"........."

Yue Rong saw that he couldn't ask anything at this point of entry, so he changed the subject, "What did you guys talk about?"

"He said...he missed me very much."

"And then?" Yue Rong suddenly thought of Liang Xiaoxia's boyfriend who was a rich businessman. Are all men scumbags the same, even their routines are similar?

"Then...he...he confessed to me."

"He still has some conscience."

"But I don't want an apology from him."

"But he can't give you what you want."

"........."

"Forget it, let's not talk about it, after meeting him, did you think of anything?"

"Yes... but not very coherent... some memories are familiar, and some are very strange."

"How do you feel when you think of these things? For example, happy, sad, like, hate?" Yue Rong thought that no matter what the memory is, as long as Yan Lei thinks about it, it should be happy, after all, those are things he has forgotten.

But things didn't develop as Yue Rong wanted, Yan Lei shook his head.

"No... none of them are good."

"What did you say."

"It's not good, Dr. Yue, you are right. Forgetting is really a good thing for me. I... I remembered that we used to cry together, laugh together, quarrel together, and then make up again. I... …these should be good memories, but as soon as I think about him being married to another woman, I feel disgusted by these memories."

Yue Rong looked at Yan Lei helplessly, he felt that Yan Lei's state was a good phenomenon, it was better to hate because of love than to be obsessed with obsession, if the psychological quality was stronger, he believed that the possibility of recovery was very high.

"So are you going to..."

"Doctor Yue!"

Yue Rong looked at Yan Lei displeased, this was the second time he interrupted him, "What's wrong?"

"Aren't you and 410 serious?" Yan Lei's eyes suddenly became a little gloomy.

Yue Rong noticed that his hands were tightly clenched and trembling slightly, "Is it serious or not, he and I are just a relationship between a doctor and a patient."

"Really?"

"I've said it many times about me and him."

Hearing Yue Rong's answer, Yan Lei relaxed a little, "That's good... that's good... Doctor Yue, this road is really difficult. There is really no way for a person to persevere. If you just play It’s fine to play, but don’t take it seriously, it’s easy to go crazy, look at me, I’m the best example.”

"Thank you for your advice, I won't." Yue Rong clasped his hands on the table and listened carefully to Yan Lei's words. It was a good thing that Yan Lei could speak out what was in his heart.

"Look at her, she's married, and she's about to have a child, how happy, looking at me, I..." Yan Lei looked around and said, "I actually brought myself to this place... Why did I Do this to yourself?"

"If you think so, you are right, so you should get better and let yourself live better."

"Well, you're right, I should live better."

"When you recover from the illness, after you leave the hospital, you can find another person who you love and who also loves you, and let go of everything in the past."

"I see, thank you." Yan Lei said excitedly.

"You're welcome." Yue Rong looked at the expression on his face. Although he was happy, he was very stiff. Not overreacting is a good thing.

Just as Yue Rong sent Yan Lei away, the door was pushed open again. He thought Yan Lei still had questions to ask him, but when he turned around, he found that it was Gong Jingyun.

"Don't you come in without knocking?"

Gong Jingyun sat directly on the sofa behind him and said, "When did I knock on the door when I came to you?"

Yue Rong also sat down, "Can you stop making me angry?"

"Okay."

"Really?"

"Unless you're mine."

"Then I'd rather be pissed off by you."

Gong Jingyun stood up and hugged Yue Rong's neck, and with the other hand, he grabbed the natural curl on top of Yue Rong's head.

"Say what you just said again!"

"Fuck! Is there anyone like you! Let me go! You fucking let me go! Can you touch my hair!"

"Huh? What's the matter? I can't even touch my hair?" Gong Jingyun did let go of Yue Rong's hair, but in the next second he began to rub his hair in an infinite loop.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

The next day, when Liang Xiaoxia saw Yue Rong, she kept looking at his head fiercely, which made Yue Rong feel uncomfortable.

"Why are you always staring at my head?" Yue Rong shook his head unnaturally.

Liang Xiaoxia pointed to Yue Rong's head and said suspiciously: "Doctor Yue, you... your head..."

"What's wrong with my head?" Yue Rong stroked his bangs and temples, nothing changed, but the top of his head felt a little cool.

Liang Xiaoxia took out her mirror and handed it to Yue Rong, saying: "Look at it for yourself."

"I'll watch it myself? Just watch it."

Holding the mirror, Yue Rong saw a pointed chin first, then a sexy yet cute lips, then a nose that was neither high nor low, and then clean and clear eyes and thin eyebrows without a trace of hair. After the natural curl, there is a slightly bald head, slightly bald head, slightly bald head... bald head... bald.

"Dr. Yue, have you been under too much pressure recently? The top of your head is a little bald. If you continue like this, you will easily lose your head."

Yue Rong threw away the mirror and suddenly stood up and ran around the room.

"That fucking bastard! My hair! My hair!"