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Chu Yi drove the father and daughter back.

The child regained her energy, knelt on the back seat and looked out the window. She was very quiet, unlike other children of the same age who couldn't sit still and liked to be mischievous.

As the rain kept falling, Lin Xiaosong pressed closer to the child: "Hey, are you sleepy?"

Lele shook her head, flicked the two ponytails on the back of her head, and said in a childish voice, "I'm not sleepy."

"Lie down on Dad's lap for a while, we'll be home soon, go home, take a shower and sleep, okay?"

The little girl turned around and nestled into her father's arms, her jet-black and watery eyes were wide open, and she glared at Lin Xiaosong for no reason.

Lin Xiaosong laughed along with him unconsciously: "What are we laughing at, Lele?"

The little girl didn't say anything, she played on Lin Xiaosong's lap for a while, and after a while, she started snoring.

"Is it a right turn ahead, or take the elevated road?" The man who had been silent all this time suddenly asked.

Lin Xiaosong leaned forward and looked forward: "Turn right directly, no need to take the elevated road." Before he could speak, he felt like he was ordering someone around, and added in a low voice, "Thank you."

Chu Yi didn't shake him off, slowed down slowly, followed a BMW and stepped on the brakes to stop.The man glanced back through the rearview mirror. The child was fast asleep, with an adult's hand resting on its stomach.

"Don't press her stomach with your hands." Chu Yi picked up the mineral water next to him, unscrewed it and took a sip, "She has diarrhea, not a cold."

Lin Xiaosong was thinking about something, when he heard this, he was startled, and moved his hand away hesitantly.

Chu Yi tightened the bottle cap, threw the bottle on the co-pilot very casually, stepped on the accelerator and drove away from the intersection.

The car drove into an old residential area outside the Fifth Ring Road. The road was in disrepair for a long time, with pits connecting pits, extremely uneven, and it was raining, so the road conditions were really bad.

Lin Xiaosong felt sorry: "Stop the car, I'll get off right here."

"It's already driven in, it's just a few steps away." Chu Yi looked ahead, and his voice was uncompromising, "Look ahead and show the way."

"Thank you."

Lin Xiaosong had said "thank you" countless times this night, and I didn't know it but thought it was his catchphrase.

The car turned around, and finally stopped in front of a certain unit building. Lin Xiaosong opened the door and carried the child out, and trotted into the corridor.

The voice-activated light had been out for a long time, and there was no light in the corridor. Chu Yi stepped forward with long legs, and his breath was already approaching.

"I'm here." Lin Xiaosong said, looking into the man's eyes.

Chu Yi looked down at him, discerning the other person's expression carefully in the dark, and said in a joking tone, "Aren't you going to invite me to sit up?"

Lin Xiaosong didn't answer his words, turned around and slowly groped to the farthest garage.

Chu Yi turned on the flashlight of his mobile phone, and there was a faint light in the narrow passage. He walked over: "You live here?"

"Yeah." Lin Xiaosong wanted to take out the keys in his pocket, but his movements were awkward, "Help me give her a hug."

Chu Yi took the child and supported it with one hand, with no experience and rough movements.The little guy was strangled so badly that he groaned twice in his dream. He looked down and found that the child was not as delicate as her father, and his skin was not as white as her father. He only had a pair of passable eyes, and the eyelashes were quite long anyway. .

Lin Xiaosong touched for a long time, and suddenly froze.

Chu Yi knew it at a glance: "Didn't you bring the key?"

There was a bicycle in the way at the door, Chu Yi pushed it to the corner and leaned against it, turned around and asked him with a slight frown: "Can this door be kicked?"

"Don't kick, you have to pay for it if you break it." After speaking, Lin Xiaosong ran out in a flash.

The garage window was unlocked, pushed open from the outside, next to the sill, where there was a spare key.

After a while, Lin Xiaosong ran back panting, inserted the key and opened the door.

The lights in the room were on, Chu Yi walked in, and roughly scanned around—there were two rooms in total, the small room was used as a bathroom, and the large room was supposed to be a place to eat and sleep. There was a stove, a square table, and a 1.8-meter-wide table. The bed is covered with a summer mat and a small electric fan is placed at the end of the bed.

The space is narrow and cramped, and the man has no place to stay for a while.

Lin Xiaosong took the child back from his hands and put him on the bed. As soon as the little guy touched the bed, he turned over and rolled into the innermost part.

Lin Xiaosong went to the bathroom to get a dry towel, and handed it to him, his eyes were straight, without any signs of ambiguity: "Wipe it, your hair is a little wet."

Chu Yi took it from his hand, and the fingertips of the two touched indistinctly.

Lin Xiaosong didn't care, and when he finished wiping, he threw them into the laundry tub in the bathroom together with the dirty clothes.His daughter's picture albums and colored pens were scattered all over the table, and he leaned over and packed them one by one into a small schoolbag.

Chu Yi didn't stand or sit, his eyes fixed on that face. After a while, he bit a cigarette and walked out.

The corridor was filled with old and decaying musty smell, as well as the humidity of rainwater. The man stood leaning against the wall, feeling very depressed.

After smoking a cigarette, he went back into the room again. The man was squatting in the bathroom washing clothes, and the white lamp shadow fell, and the washing action was like an extra-long slow motion.

Six years ago, Lin Xiaosong was squatting in that rented room as he is now, helping men scrub and wash their underwear.

With a stupid mind and a roundabout way of doing things, this person will probably feel that the washing machine is not as clean as his hands for the rest of his life.

Chu Yi watched silently, and after a while, said in a hoarse voice, "I'm going back."

Lin Xiaosong shook the foam off his hands, stood up and said, "I'm going back, I'll see you off." He went under the faucet to wash his hands clean.

The rain seemed to have stopped, and there was an astringent smell of earth in the air, and the fragrance of green grass gradually overflowed.Chu Yi opened the door and ducked in, turned the car around, and was about to leave.

The car window was lowered, and the man turned his head slightly: "Go back, the child won't be able to find you after he wakes up."

Lin Xiaosong said sincerely: "Thank you today, if you hadn't sent us back, I would probably still be outside right now."

Chu Yi said "hmm" and said, "Let's go."

"Be careful on the road." Lin Xiaosong waited for the car to go a certain distance before walking back.

The Chinese tortoise at home has the same routine as a human being. Now it has entered the night dormancy, with its eyes closed and its limbs curled up in the tortoise shell.

Chu Yi threw down the keys casually, went to the bathroom to take a shower, turned on the shower, and showered from head to toe with his eyes closed.He wiped his face and heaved a sigh of relief. He should have stayed at home to write his thesis tonight instead of going to the hospital to take care of that business.

Tired after a whole night of tossing around, he planned to turn off the lights and go to sleep after taking a shower, Zhao Rui sent a mean message to ask: "Did you send the father and daughter back?"

Chu Yi was upset, and replied, "Go to your class well, and don't have a fucking convulsion."

Seeing that he was suddenly so angry, Zhao Rui guessed that there was a thorn in his side: "Your old lover doesn't appreciate it?"

Chu Yi ignored it and turned off the phone to sleep.

The next morning, the sun cleared after the rain, and the temperature suddenly rose again.As soon as Chu Yi went downstairs, he saw Chen Jiaze waiting for him leaning in front of the car with a breakfast in his hand.

Seeing him, the man's smile widened: "Doctor Chu, good morning."

"not going to work today?"

"It's early, we don't go to work until nine o'clock." Chen Jiaze shook the breakfast bag in his hand, "Here, your breakfast service is pretty good."

Chu Yi took it and looked down. It was a milk sandwich with a boiled egg: "Which one is it?"

Chen Jiaze was proud: "Xiao Chen's private kitchen."

During today's ward round, everyone in the same group noticed that the atmosphere was not right, and their boss was in a bad mood.

A group of people followed behind like walking on thin ice, and answered questions in a satisfactory manner. Chu Yi didn't deliberately find fault with the 16-bed patient. He only flipped through the medical records in his hand and asked, "Who made the doctor's order yesterday?" ?”

A resident doctor stood up, feeling that the air pressure was too low, and tremblingly said: "Director Chu, it's me."

Chu Yi said in a displeased tone: "He has a fever of 39°C, and the cerebrospinal fluid culture shows that Bowman, you give him ceftazidime?"

The little resident doctor stammered: "Yes... I used it for him yesterday."

Chu Yi lowered his head and looked through the drug sensitivity report in the medical record again, without raising his head: "Your ceftazidime has been used for a year, and this person's fever won't go away." He held up the medical record and asked the little doctor, " Have you read the drug sensitivity report?"

"...haven't watched it yet."

"It clearly states that it is resistant to cephalosporins. Even if it is not written, you should know that the resistance rate of cephalosporins to Bowman is very high, and there is almost no therapeutic effect."

The little resident was very annoyed: "I will pay attention next time."

Chu Yi closed the medical record, with a serious expression like a missionary: "It is said that we use antibiotics indiscriminately in surgery. I think this is true. No matter what kind of infection, you should take cephalosporin first, and then let's talk about inflammation indicators. Anyway, surgery, as long as you know how to perform surgery .I want to emphasize again to you today that in my group, there is no such thing as internal medicine and surgery. As long as it is related to the course of the disease, you must know it, and you will not go back to learn it for me.”

The last three words were bitten extremely hard.

"Ceftazidime has been stopped, use meropenem instead." Chu Yi threw the medical records to the person next to him and walked out of the ward.

Xu Zeling, a female training doctor in the same group, quickly recorded something in his notebook.

After the house inspection, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and someone comforted the unlucky guy: "You're a little too far back, can't you tell, Boss is in a bad mood today."

Xu Zeling happened to pass by, stopped in his footsteps, glanced at them, nodded and smiled, and walked over again.

Until the next two weeks, she has been in this kind of inexplicable excitement, and she has also asked the people around her openly and secretly. She was embarrassed to ask the people in the department directly, and only asked a few people who had been out of the gods before. Gui Peisheng, who was at the same time as her in rotation - it is true that she is not married, and whether she is single is open to question.

She attributed her small thoughts to the product of love at first sight, and then a little academic worship.