no way

"..." When Yan Jiang couldn't answer for a while, what the hell was going on? This is, he was actually bluffed by Zhang Cong?

Yan Jianghe looked carefully at Zhang Cong's face again, and found that the brows on the opposite side were tightly knit.

Yan Jianghe suddenly felt an inexplicable guilty conscience.He has almost never felt this way in his life, as if Zhang Cong is a debtor now, and he owes a sky-high price.

Yan Jianghe withdrew his hand, his temples twitched because of Zhang Cong's icy face, and he cursed inwardly: "Who are you yelling at? The little turtle has rebelled." But he didn't say that when he opened his mouth.

Yan Jianghe said with a sloppy eye: "It's okay, the stroke is very shallow, and it will be fine in two days."

After saying this, Yan Jiang He paused.He let go of his anger, and instantly figured it out—he was worrying Zhang Cong.

Zhang Cong didn't say anything, and he didn't look at Yan Jianghe's hand again.He pulled a stool over and sat down slowly.Zhang Cong rubbed his trousers with his palm, and the sweat on the school uniform trousers was extraordinarily slippery.

"Go home now?" Zhang Cong asked.

Yan Jianghe paused, as if he could no longer lose his temper, he glanced at his watch: "I'll go and see again..."

"Aren't you asking for leave because your hand is hurt?" Zhang Cong interrupted Yan Jianghe and asked again.He has a lot of problems today.

Yan Jianghe: "..."

"Please." Yan Jianghe sighed, "Wait for me."

Yan Jianghe hesitated for a moment, then patted Zhang Cong's back with his uninjured hand before going out.

Yan Jianghe went around and saw his patients again, and after making all the arrangements, he went back and called Zhang Cong to leave.

By the time they left, the bad luck in the dean's office had probably been dealt with almost as well.Yan Jianghe ran into the little nurse from before at the stairs.

He didn't know the nurse's name was Jiang Rui until he was dealing with the hand injury.The little girl Pianzi has an introverted personality and is usually serious about her work, but this time something went wrong, and her designated intestines regretted it.

Yan Jianghe saw that it was shameful for her to cry on the stairs, so he walked over and said, "Jiang Rui, if you want to cry, go to the toilet and find a pit to squat in. What's the matter with sitting on the stairs?"

Zhang Cong: "..."

It is really difficult for Yan Jianghe to treat others with tenderness, and it is even more difficult to be compassionate and cherish jade.Looking at the pear blossoms on the opposite side with rain, he was able to ask someone to go to the toilet to find a hole.

Jiang Rui raised her head, her face was covered with snot and tears, she was unbearably sloppy: "Doctor Yan."

"..." Yan Jianghe stretched out his hand to Zhang Cong silently.

Zhang Cong tacitly took out a pack of tissues from his pocket and handed it over.He looked at Jiang Rui twice again, but there was no warmth in his eyes.

Yan Jianghe threw the tissue to Jiang Rui, still unable to comfort others: "It's almost done. It's useless to cry."

"I apologized. But that big sister..." Jiang Rui burst into tears, her eyes flushed with grievance.

Seeing this posture, Yan Jianghe smiled slightly: "It was your fault in the first place, and you should apologize, but an apology does not mean that others are obliged to forgive you. This is especially true in hospitals."

Jiang Rui didn't speak, and held back her tears.

What Yan Jianghe said was too true.It also contains a lot of meaning.I don't know what level Jiang Rui can understand, but Zhang Cong understands it.

——What the medical personnel have in their hands is human life, including the entire family related to the individual.And often the heavier the things you hold in your hand, the harder the apology will become.In contrast, the gratitude others give you is as heavy as Mount Tai.

This is one of the reasons why certain professions are admired.They are harsh, penny-pinching, less human and more affectionate.

"Okay, stop making fools of yourself here. Hurry up." Yan Jianghe beckoned Jiang Rui away, and turned to take the elevator with Zhang Cong.

"Doctor Yan." Jiang Rui stood up and called Yan Jianghe again, "I'm sorry to trouble you. Is your hand okay?"

"Huh?" Yan Jianghe looked at her and smiled again, "It's okay, a small injury, it will be fine in two or three days."

Jiang Rui nodded.She took a deep breath and said as if she had made up her mind, "I know I was wrong. Doctor Yan, what should I do?"

Logically speaking, at this time, Yan Jianghe, as the senior involved in the incident, should somewhat comfort her, persuade her a few words, or tell her to learn a lesson.But why doesn't Yan Jiang have a tendency to think about others?

Zhang Cong heard Yan Jianghe next to him say: "I can do whatever you want. You can apologize again, touch your nose again, and accept punishment according to the hospital's punishment. Maybe the patient's family will understand you. If you really can't stand it and want to retreat, you can do it." You can resign and leave, that’s fine. That’s how hospitals work.”

Jiang Rui: "..."

Yan Jianghe: "It's all about bearing the consequences, being comfortable with yourself, not hurting others, and having a clear conscience. Tears and entanglements can't solve the problem."

Jiang Rui stared blankly at Yan Jianghe.Slowly sniffling and nodding.Then she wiped her face and thanked Yan Jianghe.Turned and went down the stairs.

Zhang Cong frowned unhappily, and muttered softly: "Attract bees and butterflies."

"What?" Yan Jianghe didn't hear what Zhang Cong said, and turned to ask him.

"It's nothing, let's go." Zhang Cong said coolly, and walked straight into the elevator.

"Tsk." Yan Jianghe stared at Zhang Cong's back, cursing in a low voice, "The wings are really hard."

Zhang Cong naturally didn't go straight after entering the elevator. His palm was on the side of the elevator door, and he kept it for Yan Jianghe.

After Yan Jianghe went up, Zhang Cong closed the door on the first floor.They're the only ones in the elevator right now.Hospital elevators are rarely so empty.

"It's the nurse just now." Zhang Cong said suddenly.

In Zhang Cong's view, Yan Jianghe has a special temperament.He never pretends to be gentle, and even speaks and acts with straightforward barbs, poking at people's pain points.But just like that, you can feel a kind of softness from him, a kind of toughness.

Yan Jianghe quickly took a look at Zhang Cong, and felt relieved after seeing the expression on Zhang Cong's face.How did Yan Jiang know that Zhang Cong had stopped, he would not rush out of the elevator and go back to do something out of the ordinary.

"Yes." Yan Jianghe said, "The little girl has just started working in the film, so she's probably going to be dizzy right now."

Yan Jianghe looked at Zhang Cong, and suddenly found that Zhang Cong's schoolbag was not on his back, so he asked, "Where is your schoolbag?"

Zhang Cong said expressionlessly: "I dropped out of school, I didn't take it."

Yan Jianghe: "..."

The elevator goes down one floor at a time.Yan Jianghe finished his busy chatter, and his thoughts slowly sank.He suddenly thought more clearly - Zhang Cong was in such a panic today, not only worried, but also frightened.Even when he was messed up, it was because he was frightened.

How did this child develop such a virtue?He had a wound on his hand, but Zhang Cong was taken aback by the big buttocks/eyes.

Yan Jianghe thought again, it seems that he can't rely on him to raise him, Zhang Cong has always been like this.

As long as there is some heat around him, Zhang Cong is particularly prone to fear.Yan Jianghe remembered that once before, he took Feng Lao to take a bath, but Zhang Cong was frightened at that time.

Zhang Cong looked like a copper-skinned and iron-framed body, but in fact, his heart was completely soft.Yan Jiang guessed that Zhang Cong would be the most gentle person in the world if he hadn't been involved in so many corrupt and dirty things.He will be warm as spring from the inside out.

But in fact, his soft heart was beaten beyond recognition by the thorn whip, and the empty shell of sand and cement was sealed.The walls he used to hold himself against were always crumbling—he was never safe.

Such a young man is too twisted, and Yan Jianghe probably twisted too hard. Zhang Cong leaned towards him this time, and he couldn't get over it anyway. It was a bit overcorrected.

The elevator dinged and arrived at the first floor.Zhang Cong stepped out and turned to ask Yan Jianghe for the key.

Yan Jianghe threw the car keys into Zhang Cong's hands, and the two walked into the car together in silence.

Yan Jianghe got on the co-pilot: "Let's go to school to get the schoolbag first."

"Yeah." Zhang Cong started the car, reversed the car skillfully out of the parking space, and drove onto the avenue.

At this moment, Yan Jianghe's cell phone rang, and he took it out to have a look, but he didn't recognize the number, Yan Jianghe answered the phone: "Hi, hello, who is this?"

"Hello, Mr. Yan? I'm Zhang Cong's head teacher, and my surname is Yuan."

Yan Jianghe was stunned for a moment: "My surname is Yuan? How do I remember..."

Teacher Yuan: "Yes. I only started teaching Zhang Cong's class this semester. The previous teacher Han was pregnant, so I changed."

Yan Jianghe: "..."

Yan Jianghe glanced at Zhang Cong subconsciously, he felt a little ashamed for the first time.Fortunately, he still has the mind to ponder Zhang Cong's "sense of security".He didn't even know that Zhang Cong had changed his class teacher.

Yan Jianghe hurriedly said: "Hello, Teacher Yuan. I'm sorry, I didn't know before. Why are you calling me? Zhang Cong..."

Yan Jianghe immediately thought that Zhang Cong was playing truant from school today, and he never asked for leave.

Sure enough, Teacher Yuan was a little anxious: "It's like this. I went to the homeroom teacher's regular meeting in the self-study class today, and when I returned to class, I found that Zhang Cong was not there. The classmates said that he ran out suddenly, and his schoolbag was still there. They didn't have any impression when they asked the doorman. School is over immediately Yes, he..."

"Ah, don't worry. Zhang Cong is next to me. I'm really sorry, it's like this..." Yan Jianghe sighed and briefly explained the cause and effect to Mr. Yuan.Basically, he blamed himself, saying that he let Zhang Cong come.In the end, I had to expose Zhang Cong's mobile phone.Yan Jianghe could only apologize on the phone.

After hanging up the phone, Yan Jianghe turned his face to Zhang Cong and said, "Teacher Yuan said that you are not allowed to bring mobile phones to school in the future."

"It's okay." Zhang Cong wrote lightly, "She knew that I had a mobile phone, and she never confiscated it. She just talked about it as usual. I won't lose my grades, so there will be no problem. I usually don't look at my mobile phone at school."

Yan Jianghe didn't look away: "You have changed your head teacher, why didn't you tell me?"

Zhang Cong slightly pursed his lower lip, and the car drove smoothly: "There's no need to say something like this, right?"

"..." Yan Jianghe didn't speak again.His state of mind at this time is a bit hard to describe.

Why didn't Zhang Cong tell him anything?Parents' meeting, homeroom teacher... In fact, he didn't know anything about Zhang Cong.

Zhang Cong's thoughts in the deep ditch, Yan Jianghe didn't get deep enough in the past.Now that people are under his nose all day long, he still only takes out a handful of powder.

Yan Jianghe gritted his teeth, and asked Zhang Cong again: "How did you come out of the school? The guard said he didn't see you leaving the school gate."

"The guard saw me and couldn't get out." Zhang Cong braked and stopped the car at the school gate. "I came out over the wall."

Yan Jianghe: "..."

Yan Jianghe suddenly thought in a strange way: "Did I not love him enough?"

Yan Jianghe was so worried that his expression was almost wrinkled.As for Yan Jianghe's touch, Zhang Cong naturally saw it all.

Zhang Cong's heart fluctuated up and down, as if soaked in a honeypot, he smiled briefly at Yan Jianghe: "I'll get my schoolbag."

After Zhang Cong finished speaking, he opened the door and jumped out.Yan Jiang He Yuan looked at the school wall... Isn't this wall short?

Problem teens are annoying.

Yan Jianghe lowered his eyes, then turned to look at his injured hand, it was no longer painful.He sneered at Zhang Cong secretly: "This bear thing... can't be so bad..."