no way

Yan Jianghe naturally didn't take the food to the toilet to eat as he said, he went to the canteen of the hospital.

Although the food in the hospital is not bad, it may be to care for the majority of patients, which is relatively mediocre.According to Yan Jianghe's taste buds that were sucked by Zhou Pingnan, it was half a bird that couldn't fade out, so it wasn't really friendly.

Many colleagues may have the same feeling. There are not many people in the cafeteria, and a small number of them came in with lunch boxes like Yan Jianghe.

"Xiao Yan is here." Director Zhao saw him first, and raised his hand to call him over.

Yan Jianghe nodded and sat down at the table.

A square table, not too big or too small, surrounded by a small circle of people.Besides Director Zhao, Director Fang was also there.There are also a few young doctors who are similar to him, or younger, and a few nurses.

As soon as Yan Jianghe's ass hit the stool, Director Zhao said again: "I heard that Mr. Feng is going to be discharged from the hospital?"

"Yeah." Yan Jianghe muttered, "The whole court knows about this, right?"

Director Zhao sighed, and expressed a half-sentence: "This man..."

"It's eating, don't talk about these unhappy things." Director Fang smiled at Yan Jianghe, "You told me about your younger brother last time, how is his stomach?"

"Huh?" Yan Jianghe was taken aback for a moment, then remembered that Director Fang was talking about Zhang Cong.

When he threw the medicine into Zhang Cong's schoolbag in his mind, Zhang Cong's face that looked like he had eaten dung immediately felt too funny, so he couldn't control it, and laughed unceremoniously: "But Well, the two boxes of stomach medicines have been packed up into chicken cubs. Director Fang, thank you."

"..." Director Fang was helpless for two seconds, and silently stuffed a piece of white tofu into his mouth, "It's fine."

Yan Jianghe laughed until his shoulders trembled.

"Oh, let me tell you handsome guys and doctors, can you do it? It's hard to eat, and the patient is just talking about his illness! Workaholic? Are you not busy enough?" A little nurse on the side couldn't stand it anymore.

"That's right." Another young doctor responded, "Can't we gossip?"

"Hey! If you want to talk about gossip, I have one!" The little nurse immediately got excited, "Do you know? I heard that our city has arrested a blood dealer!"

"Blood dealers?" Someone was surprised, "Are there still blood dealers these days? How long has the People's Republic of China passed the Blood Donation Law? Are you still selling blood?"

"Look at what you said, there is nothing these days! It is said that what happened two days ago, I don't know if it was on the news. Let me tell you, this blood dealer is quite sophisticated, and he even set up a small clinic for business. Well, it’s very well hidden. It’s said that they specialize in fooling people from other places, including underage children! I heard that they even stayed in front of our hospital for a while!”

"Come to our hospital for a while? Are you crazy?" Someone sighed.

"Hey, there are a lot of poor people in the hospital, and it costs a lot of money to treat diseases? There are so many who can't afford the medical expenses, and they are from the countryside, and they don't understand those things."

"How did you get caught?"

"Skynet is very sparse but not missing..."

"..."

Yan Jianghe glanced at the time, the lunch break passed quickly, he was anxious to go back to catch up on sleep, he moved his hands and mouth back and forth, and he was able to listen to the gossip without paying much attention to it, and he didn't even have the time to express emotion.

After school, Zhang Cong staged a run, just to avoid Teacher Wang.He really couldn't handle Teacher Wang like this.He is petite and has a heart like spring water, thinking about how to warm the common people all day long, chasing after his tailbone and asking for warmth, his teacher's morality is extremely profound.She habitually put on a look of distress for him, and she could build a harbor for him by raising her hand.

Zhang Cong really couldn't stand this kind of thing, so he forced it in, which was to force him to vomit blood and die.He ran all the way as if he was running for his life. The sky paid off, and he finally avoided Teacher Wang as he wished.

He didn't know what happened today, maybe it was because he had been frozen for a while and finally got his old cold legs in winter, and he suffered retribution.A pair of legs were so weak that when I first ran, I was almost hanging on the ground for a few steps.

Zhang Cong was lying on the edge of the playground, with a bald tree on top of his head that was constantly leaking wind, and nothing could cover him from the cold.

He was gasping for breath, his airway seemed to be stuffed with particles, his flesh hurt from stretching, and he had no strength in his whole body, and he looked like a paralyzed person at the moment.

"Why are you lying on the ground?" Tang Fuxing pushed the bicycle and stopped in front of him.

In the past two days, the snow has melted early, the road is very easy to walk, and the wind is not too strong, so he rides to and from school.The school carport is behind the playground. He should have just picked up the car and saw Zhang Cong passing by.

After all, one of the previous non-slip gloves was lost, and Tang Fuxing bought a new pair of pure black ones.

Hearing his voice, Zhang Cong closed his eyelids in a daze, and the movement of opening his eyes almost exhausted him to death.He didn't speak, lay down for a while, and slowly sat up.

The playground is very lively after school. There are boys playing basketball and football, and a group of little girls chatting together, even squatting on the ground to write and draw with a stone.Zhang Cong didn't quite understand how they were able to succeed like that, like a fool.

"What's wrong with you? Are you okay?" Tang Fuxing saw that his face was not good, so he squatted down in front of him.

"It's okay, I'm in a hurry." Zhang Cong said.

His voice was hoarse like an old hen whose head had been cut off, Tang Fuxing howled immediately: "What's wrong with your throat?"

"Guanfeng." Zhang Cong didn't want to say a word.He took out the water glass from his bag, raised his head and took two sips of water.

These two sips did not have the effect of moistening the throat at all, it was like pouring molten iron on the tip of the knife, which burned the throat, so Zhang Cong suddenly turned over, coughed in a muffled voice, and finally lay down on the ground to swallow the saliva. It's comfortable to vomit.I don't know if the water came up backwards, or if he didn't swallow it at all.

"Why did you vomit again?" Tang Fuxing became anxious when he saw it, and stepped forward to grab Zhang Cong's arm.

Zhang Cong rubbed his mouth with his sleeve indiscriminately, and opened his mouth to fart: "I choked."

"..." Tang Fuxing stared at his pale face, and immediately wanted to run over him with a stinky foot, "choked? Choked and vomited like you?"

Zhang Cong said expressionlessly: "I choked and that's it."

"You fucking..." Tang Fuxing was blocked by him, so he could only help him up first, "Are you sick? You are so poor all day long, why don't you go home with me first, and I will ask my mother to help me Get some medicine."

As he said that, he was about to raise his hand to touch Zhang Cong's forehead to see if he had a fever, but who knew that Zhang Cong pushed him suddenly, and he fell off his ass unexpectedly.

Tang Fuxing glared at him: "You fucking kill a pig! Can't you be gentle? Fuck me!"

Zhang Cong glanced at him, then at Liu Enming who was standing there not far away, staring at him, and said in a low voice, "Let's go."

Tang Fuxing paused, turned his head to follow Zhang Cong's line of sight, and turned back abruptly: "Isn't that Liu Enming? Then why does the grandson keep looking this way?"

Tang Fuxing suddenly remembered: "Damn, he won't find out that you frightened him?"

It's been more than a week since Liu Enming's incident, and it hasn't stirred up any waves.Zhang Cong was convinced by Huang Liang's insanity, and wrote a note to Liu Enming, saying: "Be a good person." But he didn't sign it.

But as far as Liu Enming's grandson is virtuous, Zhang Cong is not afraid that he will make some waves, that guy is so cowardly that he can only cry.

So Zhang Cong said: "So what if he finds out? Does he have evidence? Besides, even if he finds out, what can he do to me?"

"..." Tang Fuxing was silent for a while, he could only give Zhang Cong a thumbs up, and pouted again.

"Go quickly, are you annoying?" Zhang Cong sighed, and put the water glass back in his schoolbag, "Get lost. Your mother will beat you when you go back late."

Tang Fuxing jumped up quickly. Before he left, he was still worried, so he turned his face to Zhang Cong and said, "You must be unwell. You probably have a cold. Get some medicine yourself." No, go and have a look, do you hear me?"

Tang Fuxing: "Is there any medicine?"

Zhang Cong suddenly remembered the two boxes of stomach medicine that Yan Jianghe put in his bag, his face turned blue and then pale, he could almost sing "Three Faces", and after a while he uttered a word like a curse: "Yes."

"Really?" Tang Fuxing courted death again.

Zhang Cong looked up at him slowly and stopped talking.

Tang Fuxing shrunk his neck suddenly, and pushed the cart away. The fat man was too rough and thick to bear the beating. After walking two steps, he turned his head and gave a fart: "Be careful yourself!"

"Get out." Zhang Cong was weak.

Tang Fuxing finally rolled.Zhang Cong sighed, and turned his head to look again. Liu Enming disappeared at some point, and didn't look at him anymore.

He reached out and touched his forehead, but he didn't feel it was hot.But he guessed that Tang Fuxing was right, he was sick.Otherwise, how could this body be so limp as if it had been demolished?

Zhang Cong took the schoolbag and took out a box of stomach medicine from Yan Jianghe.He sat there staring blankly for a long time, his eyes were reddened by the wind, as if there was some magical fairy in this box of medicine.

Zhang Cong slowly opened the medicine box, and first took out the instruction manual to read.

He preliminarily estimated that he had caught a cold and caught the wind.It's no wonder that with his virtue, it's hard for God not to catch a cold to cover his legs with a layer of cloth, and now he feels that it is God's kindness.

Naturally, Zhang Cong didn't grow up the idiot of "thank you", and he didn't swear at the sky with his middle finger because he didn't have much strength right now.

Zhang Cong lowered his eyes and pondered: "Can stomach medicine cure a cold?" Probably not.But he thought about it again, he just spit out a mouthful of water.He vomited, and the stomach medicine should be of some use, so it's not a blind take.

He is so self-conscious that he is so self-righteous, which shows that the standards are meticulous, and he has taken two pills from the board.This time he behaved well, in order to avoid vomiting again, he didn't use water to deliver it, he raised his head and rubbed his throat with bitterness, but he swallowed the medicine, his face was twisted, as if he had just swallowed a crane top red.

It's just that Yan Jianghe and Director Fang who prescribed the medicine were not there.If these two doctors saw Zhang Cong being such a scourge, Director Fang would probably be able to educate him earnestly, which would be more terrifying than Teacher Wang.As for Yan Jianghe, according to his temperament, he probably didn't say anything, and just finished the calculation with a big ear.