I didn't save any more food today

Watching Yuan Beibei walk away, Chen Yan turned around and asked Fu Yancheng:

"What's the situation? Isn't the door of the office locked? Why was it splashed with boiling water? Don't you know how to hide?"

Fu Yancheng: "It wasn't in the office, it was splashed at the door of the intensive care unit. Wasn't it unprepared? Who would have expected it? I'm lucky if he didn't splash me with sulfuric acid."

"What do you say? We are the responsible party? Did the rescue fail in time or did something go wrong?"

"No, their family ran out of money because of this disease. They want to make a fuss and ask the hospital to pay some money."

Chen Yan sighed, knowing that the debate on this matter was fruitless, he asked, "What did you want to say just now?"

Fu Yancheng was surprised: "Didn't you come to the ward? You don't come to the ward very often, but you came to me suddenly. I thought you were in a hurry."

Chen Yan smiled dryly, and in order not to explain that he was there to inquire about news, he changed his tone:

"I didn't make a special trip to find you. I'll be back in the ward next week, so I'll go there ahead of time to familiarize myself with the environment."

The emergency doctors in their hospital are roughly divided into four sections, one for the emergency room, one for the ward and monitoring, and one for the consulting room.

Except for the director who doesn't move, all the doctors in the emergency department rotate in these four places. This is also a specially thought out method considering the pressure of the emergency department work and the lack of retention all the year round.

Changing the working environment after a period of time is conducive to physical and mental health and social harmony.

However, since he hadn't been back to the ward for nearly a year, it was inevitable that the doctor would not get used to it when he came back, so Chen Yan said that he should adapt to the environment ahead of time, and Fu Yancheng didn't doubt it.

After all, Chen Yan has always been like this. He does everything steadily and step by step. It is planned in advance, so that when things come to an end, he will not be in a hurry, and it will not be easy to make mistakes.

With a light heart, he relaxed, and sat down on the chair opposite Chen Yan, "It's fine as long as there is nothing important. I was shocked today, and I thought something happened to you."

Chen Yan could hear the exhaustion in his tone, and just about to ask him if he had eaten, he heard a slightly heavy breathing on the other side.

Chen Yan: "..."

He picked up his mobile phone to order takeaway, then held his teacup and quietly looked at the man in front of him.

He was lying on the table, his sleeping face was covered with a layer of fatigue, not obvious, but his sharp-edged face had a hint of worry, a pair of thick and thick sword eyebrows with distant mountains, and the eyebrows were slightly raised , as if something is bothering you.

Chen Yan's hand could not help but gently caressed his eyebrows.

People of the older generation say that people with thick eyebrows value affection. In fact, Fu Yancheng is indeed a person who values ​​affection.

Life is not a TV series, and a person cannot be defined by a simple "scumbag", but in any sense, Fu Yan can be regarded as a good man.

He is filial and respectful to his parents, he is serious and responsible for his work, he is affectionate and righteous to his friends, he knows how to repay his kindness, has a strong sense of responsibility, and can take care of whatever happens.

What a really good young man.

It's a pity that it is precisely because he is too affectionate that he appears indecisive emotionally.

I don't want to let go, but I can't make up my mind to come out and hurt the old man's heart.

The matter of coming out of the closet has always been a secret thorn in the two people's hearts. They pretend nothing happened on the surface, but they know it well inside.

Every day they live now feels like they have stolen it, two people sneaking around, hiding from each other, like mice that can never see the light, day after day, year after year.

It's strange, they are clearly a happy couple, but because of the wrong gender, they get along like cheating.

The secret is hidden in the heart, and as time goes by, it will either accumulate into sand dunes, which will not respond to any touch, or gather into volcanoes, which will collapse at the touch of a touch.

There is a cowardly person in Chen Yan's heart, praying that this relationship will not be discovered by others, try to maintain the peace in front of him, live a good life, and don't act like a moth.

On the other side, there lived an evil devil, which roared and wanted to announce this hidden relationship to the public, and made everyone tremble.

Just like the flashlight on the playground in the dark, revealing all the things hidden deep in the world, sweeping away the depression in the heart, dignified, and having a hard time.

After the numb mountains and rivers are exhausted, there is a weeping willow and flowers.

"Hiss...why does it hurt so much?" The person lying on the table raised his head with sleepy eyes, and rubbed his left eyebrow vigorously with his hands.

Chen Yan suddenly woke up from his reverie. He looked at Fu Yancheng and found a scratch on the corner of his left eyebrow.

His heart skipped a beat, he thought about it, and said with a tentative smile: "I just checked, and you also have bruises on your neck, did you fight with someone?"

Fu Yancheng had his expression full of doubts: "No, where is it? Let me take a look."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and touched the back of his neck, trying to see if it hurt.

Chen Yan stared at his expression carefully, seeing that he was frank and frank, he felt relieved, it seemed that the fight he thought didn't happen.

He smiled and stood behind Fu Yancheng, squeezed his shoulders, and said with a smile:

"Maybe I misread it just now. You haven't eaten yet. The takeaway will arrive later."

As soon as the words were finished, the man in front of him turned around half a circle. Before Chen Yan had time to ask him what he was doing, he felt his waist tighten, and he was tightly hugged in his arms.

Chen Yan hurriedly turned his head to look outside the clinic.

"Don't worry, I checked just now, there is no one outside." A tired voice sounded from his waist and abdomen, and the heat of speaking made his waist itch a little. He couldn't help but want to hide, but was hugged tightly:

"Don't move, let me hold you for a while."

The noble and glamorous master who is more difficult to get close to on weekdays is more deadly when she acts coquettishly.Chen Yan felt sweet in his heart, and a sweet smile appeared on his face, but in a blink of an eye, he remembered the matter of the marriage certificate again, and his heart felt depressed, and the smile on the corner of his mouth drooped.

However, he hesitated for a while, and did not ask on the spot.

He cherishes this relationship very much. If there is no absolute proof, he will not rely on hearsay or his own unwarranted inferences to hurt his heart with an awl.

The relationship between two people needs to be carefully managed. If there is no such thing, everything is just his wild imagination, and if he asks today, then he will add another soft knife to the hearts of the two.

Chen Yan smiled: "Go home and rest if you're tired."

Fu Yancheng rubbed his face against his waist and said, "I'll sleep here with you tonight."

When Wei Chengfeng came to the consulting room, what he saw was this tender scene, and his face turned dark instantly.