no way

Yan Jianghe's arm must not be able to cover it well, and he can only barely protect Zhang Cong's face in a blink of an eye.

Zhang Cong's chest was still not spared, and a large piece of porridge was thrown on his chest, and the white hot soup was dripping down.Tang Fuxing's coat can finally get out.

Zhang Cong stabilized his feet and looked up at Yan Jianghe who was opposite him.

Yan Jianghe stood on the steps above him, Zhang Cong could only slightly raise his head.So the sun just pierced into his eyes so unceremoniously.

Zhang Cong narrowed his eyes, grinned, and said in a strange way: "Did I run into something evil these days?"

Yan Jianghe threw his hand away abruptly, and said angrily, "I'm sorry, I'm quite upright, you didn't go against evil."

"Fuck." Zhang Cong cursed, "Why are you everywhere? There must be a limit to how long you can stay."

"I should say that." Yan Jianghe snorted, shook the rice grains on his sleeve, took out a tissue to wipe it, then took out his badge from his pocket and stretched it forward, almost hitting his face superior.

Zhang Cong tilted his head back and took a look.

Yan Jianghe.Still a doctor.Thoracic surgery.

The old man is also a thoracic surgeon.It seems that the Department of Thoracic Surgery really does not produce any good things, the old and the young are damned.

On second thought, Zhang Cong felt that the name Yan Jianghe was somewhat familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had heard it before.

"What are you doing here?" Yan Jianghe asked, "Come to the hospital to steal a wallet?"

Zhang Cong smiled: "Come to reincarnate, doesn't it mean that there are beds in the mortuary?"

"..." Yan Jianghe stared at his face for a while, then looked at his steaming rice porridge.

"Wipe yourself first." Yan Jianghe sighed and threw a pack of tissues to Zhang Cong.

Yan Jianghe watched Zhang Cong wipe and turn his head down the stairs, walked a few steps, threw away the empty lunch box and tissues in his hand, and walked back.

Yan Jianghe raised his eyebrows, feeling very unhappy, turned around and walked back, Zhang Cong also entered the building together.Yan Jianghe threw away the used tissue and followed Zhang Cong into the elevator.

"Why are you following me? Are you coming to the hospital to see a doctor?" Yan Jianghe looked at Zhang Cong's pale lips, "What's wrong? Look at your face."

Practicing medicine pays attention to seeing, hearing, and questioning. According to Yan Jianghe's experience, he really thinks that Zhang Cong may be uncomfortable when he "looks" at this moment.

Zhang Cong gently leaned against the elevator door: "You have to pay for my clothes and porridge."

"You..." Yan Jianghe's little medical ethics disappeared immediately, the soles of his feet were on fire, and he wanted to take off his shoes and slap the little bastard on the soles of his shoes.

But in an instant, the words that Mr. Feng had been talking to him, that grandson, came to his mind again.His name is Zhang Cong, and he is about the same size as the turtle in front of him.

It may be that his insanity gave birth to compassion, or it may be too cold to step on the ground with bare feet in winter. ——Yan Jianghe guessed it was the latter, since he didn't take off his shoes anyway.

The elevator opened with a "ding", and Yan Jianghe led Zhang Cong into his consulting room: "Come in with me first."

He took two wipes from the drawer and wiped the sleeves again.Looking up at the large area on Zhang Cong's chest, Yan Jianghe felt that there was no need to wipe it at all, so he just took it off and threw it in the trash can.

Zhang Cong said suddenly: "Losing money."

"You hit me, do you know?" Yan Jianghe looked at him and said.

Zhang Cong smiled obnoxiously with the corners of his mouth curled up: "Don't you know that you are going up when you go down? You still drive. How did you get your driver's license?"

Yan Jianghe was almost laughed at by him.He reached out and tapped Zhang Cong: "Don't talk to me, if I hadn't dragged you, you would have a hole in the back of your head now!"

Zhang Cong became even more annoyed when he said this.He looked down, his wrist was still red, and he didn't know how hard Yan Jianghe pulled him.

Zhang Cong frowned, and countered: "If you hadn't bumped into me, would there be a hidden danger of a hole in the back of my head?"

"..." Yan Jianghe had a toothache. He stared at Zhang Cong in silence for a while, but he was amused, "Okay, the tongue is sharp enough. The future is limitless."

"Thank you for the compliment." Zhang Cong said immediately, aiming to piss people off.

Yan Jianghe didn't say a word, he also has morality, so naturally he won't be pissed off by Zhang Cong, and he won't lose his identity to be as knowledgeable as a brat.It's just that he still unconsciously looked at the pale face on the opposite side - he really couldn't see any blood.

Yan Jianghe frowned, took off his coat, bent down and opened the cabinet behind him, and took out a long pure black down jacket.These are the clothes that Yan Jianghe kept in the hospital.It's warm, and he usually saves it for the night shift.

Yan Jianghe threw the down jacket on Zhang Cong: "The clothes on your body are not yours, they are more than one X too small."

Yan Jianghe: "Why do you wear messy clothes all day long?"

Zhang Cong pinched the down jacket that Yan Jianghe threw to him. It was clean, soft and thick, and looked very warm.

"This is mine." Yan Jianghe looked Zhang Cong up and down, "We are about the same height, you should be able to wear it."

Yan Jianghe's face was full of displeasure: "Lend it to you first, remember to return it to me after washing."

Zhang Cong was holding the clothes in his hands, motionless, and his brows were tightly knotted.

"Hurry up." Yan Jianghe put his hand in his trouser pocket, afraid that he would accidentally pull it out, "Do you still need me to help you take it off?"

Zhang Cong finally stood up. He took off Tang Fuxing's disfigured, crappy little padded coat and put on Yan Jianghe's.Zhang Cong was looking for death all day long, so he made himself quite thin, and his clothes were a bit baggy, but he was still strong enough to support himself.

Yan Jianghe found another plastic bag from the drawer and handed it to Zhang Cong. Zhang Cong rolled up Tang Fuxing's clothes and put it in.

"You brought porridge, are you here to visit? Is there a family member here who is hospitalized?" Yan Jianghe finally said something human.

It's a pity that Zhang Cong really didn't know what to do, so he didn't continue, but said: "Hurry up and pay me for the porridge, the patient is waiting to eat."

"..." Why is Yan Jiang too lazy to argue with the child over a bowl of porridge.Besides, this porridge is for the sick.

Although Yan Jianghe has no morals, he still has some quality. A bowl of porridge costs only a few yuan. As a doctor, he can't make things difficult for innocent patients.

Yan Jianghe took out his mobile phone and turned to a porridge shop closest to the hospital.

He went out to eat, but was bumped back by Zhang Cong.Anyway, I want to order takeaway, which is just right.

Yan Jianghe thought about it again, thought of Mr. Feng, ordered some food for the old man by the way, and planned to go upstairs to have a meal with the old man during his lunch break.

Zhang Cong feels that it is a big challenge for him to stand with Yan Jianghe at this moment. He really wants to settle the old and new accounts with the bastard doctor on the opposite side. There is a "quiet" place to fight.

Seeing that Yanjiang He really paid for his porridge and the old man's lunch was settled, he immediately said, "Please send it to 616 later, thank you."

Zhang Cong's words were polite, but his tone and actions were not polite.After he finished speaking, he turned around and left. He didn't want to stay for a second, and he didn't give Yan Jianghe any more out of the corner of his eye.

Yan Jianghe: "..."

According to Yan Jianghe's disposition, he would definitely not be able to do this "delivery delivery", and he should even be able to take off his shoes to teach teenagers in spite of the cold.But he raised his head abruptly, staring at Zhang Cong's back in disbelief, and couldn't say a word until Zhang Cong went out. ——This is equivalent to the default.

It wasn't until Zhang Cong closed the door with a "bang" that Yan Jianghe came back to his senses. He felt that he had been touched by a ghost.

"Oh." Yan Jianghe couldn't help but feel emotional.

616, isn't Mr. Feng's ward the same as 616?

The 17-year-old minor "grandson", Zhang Cong.

Yan Jianghe couldn't describe his state of mind at this moment, except that he regretted that he didn't beat Zhang Cong on the sole of his shoe just now, and he just said in his heart: "This is Zhang Cong."

After thinking about it, he felt that he was too nervous, so he had to sigh: "What kind of evil fate is this?"

Yan Jianghe was distracted by "Nie Yuan", but Zhang Cong had already reached 616.

He got angry with Yan Jianghe, and the down jacket on his body was too warm, which annoyed him even more.So, as soon as he pushed open the door of the ward and saw Mr. Feng's dying appearance, he began to complain of hysteria.

With a straight face that the whole world owed him 800 million, Zhang Cong pulled the stool to the bedside, threw the clothes and backpack in his hand to his feet, and sat down.

"Zhang Cong, what's the matter?" Elder Feng turned his eyes sideways and looked at him.These old eyes were clouded by the pain, "Did you bring me food?"

"Your porridge will be here soon." Zhang Cong suppressed his voice, his words sounded like a curse, as if he was saying, "Go and eat a fart."

Elder Feng immediately turned his head and closed his eyes, sighing, "What kind of children are they all, one is worse than the other."

Hearing the old man's complaint, Zhang Cong's anger was suddenly and miraculously knocked out a little, and the effect was immediate.He himself could not understand why.

It was only many years later, when Zhang Cong's crooked bones grew a little more like a human being, that he recalled and found that in his entire youth, what he liked the most was this old thing in front of him—with a Three points of irritability, three points of anger, and four points of conniving tone.

This is in the true sense, an elder who treats him as his own "child".

Zhang Cong started the conversation and asked, "Who else is stupid?"

"My apprentice, didn't I mention it to you." Feng Lao wrinkled his face, and the wrinkles on his face were piled up into a ditch. "The fate of my children and grandchildren in this life is really bad."

"Don't be shameless, old man." Zhang Cong finally smiled, "Where did you get the life of your children and grandchildren?"

Feng Laofei quickly gouged him out and snorted vaguely.

"You, you are..." Zhang Cong suddenly stopped talking in the middle of his sentence, and remained silent for several seconds.

"What is it?" Feng Lao asked.

Then, he saw Zhang Cong's expression stiffened.

Zhang Cong's mind went through colorful, and then ran around colorful, crackling and building a bridge.He let out a breath, and asked slowly: "That apprentice of yours is that you don't want to come with the best medical doctor, afraid that he will find out?"

"That's right." Mr. Feng glanced at the lily on the table, "He sent flowers, and you went to buy a bottle of mineral water and drank it as a vase. Hey, by the way, he should be in the hospital today, waiting for the two of you to get to know each other." We know each other, it must be a good match."

Zhang Cong: "What did you say his name was last time?"

"Huh? You forgot, his name is..."

"Yan Jianghe?" Zhang Cong said in a rough voice, but he couldn't stop shouting.

At this time, a voice came from the door: "What are you calling Brother Yan for?"

Zhang Cong: "..."

"Hey! Why are you here too! Coincidentally! Zhang Cong is here too!" Mr. Feng was so happy at the moment, he patted Zhang Cong as he spoke.

Yan Jianghe hooked one corner of his mouth, carrying a bunch of food in his hand, and walked over gracefully. He glanced at Zhang Cong, put the things in his hand on the table, and flicked the white lily with his fingertips. petals, and the voice was tinged with warmth: "I'm here to accompany you for dinner."

Feng Lao hurriedly raised his sick voice: "You actually have a conscience. It's not easy."

Yan Jianghe smiled, very polite and gentle: "What you said is out of the ordinary, isn't it?"

"..." Feng Lao only felt that Yan Jianghe had eaten enough today, or he would have eaten too much.

Elder Feng will not mention it, Zhang Cong is the one who can't bear it the most.With Yan Jianghe acting like this now, Zhang Cong just wanted to bite off his back molars.

Yan Jianghe slowly opened the package, took out a bowl of porridge from it, held it with both hands and stuffed it into Zhang Cong's arms: "Come on, brother pays for your porridge."

Old Feng: "Huh?"

The old man was stunned, glanced at Yan Jianghe, then slowly turned his head to look at Zhang Cong, and asked, "You guys already knew each other before?"

"I know." Yanjiang He Chaofeng smiled, "Zhang Cong is very obedient, he even calls me brother."

Zhang Cong was holding the porridge, and the veins on his forehead were jumping. He squeezed words out through the gap between his teeth: "Did you fucking do it on purpose?"