The invulnerability of fast wear

Wu Xie was born in a scholarly family. His parents taught for two generations. His grandfather is a professor of architecture and his father is a doctor of biology. quiet.

Later, when his parents died in a car accident, he stayed at his grandfather's house. Perhaps because of his father's guilt, his grandfather became much stricter. Whether it was calligraphy, chess, or tea art, he had to practice to the best of his abilities. He was forced to read all the books on the bookshelf—the one that others could see was the precocious and steady Wu.

But only he knows that the strong emotions that have settled during those boring times are like toxins that cannot be discharged, slowly eating away the ambition deep in his heart.

Only by chewing on the tea stems preserved by his grandfather can he gain a brief moment of peace.

The precious hair tip with a bitter fragrance can flow into the bottom of his heart more than weak tea, smooth the dry and cracked yellow earth, and penetrate into the world.

The same is true for obsessed with tobacco.

This is the story of "Wu Xie" about this world.

Closing the light screen in front of his eyes, the man looked at the sky that was gradually turning white, stretched out his hand to touch the burnt forehead of the man in front of him, and slowly sat back in the pear blossom wooden chair.

This world is really strange.

It was clearly the experience of the original owner, but unexpectedly it overlapped a lot with him. Except for the difference in choosing a major back then, what happened before was almost exactly the same.

Grandpa hoped that he could carry on his father's behest and at least be a doctor or something, but he didn't want to. It was rare for him to rebel and choose the finance department, which made grandpa beat his chest with anger. Fortunately, after he made achievements, although grandpa often showed unhappy Attitude, but I didn't force it anymore.

Just before leaving, she held his hand tightly, as if she wanted to persuade him, but in the end she didn't say a word.

And Wu Xie in this world, because of a dispute over a painting collection contract with his grandfather, the other party planned to confiscate all the Wu family's painting collections. At that time, "Wu Xie" was practicing medicine with his father, a Chinese medicine practitioner, and met Yin Zao by chance.

The desperate "Wu Xie" is a dead horse doctor, so he simply finds an opportunity to tell the other party about it, hoping that he can help him. Unexpectedly, Yin Zao, who seems to be particularly pure-hearted and ascetic because of his illness, not only has no He sat idly by, but spent a lot of effort to protect the Wu family, and taught the other party a lesson by the way, so as to avoid future troubles.

Judging from the urgency and viciousness of handling the overall situation, Yin Zao's kindness to the Wu family can be said to be as great as a mountain.

In order to repay the benefactor who saved his life, "Wu Xie" who had experienced this accident did not hesitate again, and finally entered the medical industry as his grandfather wished.

Today, he is not only the family doctor of the Yin family, but also an inseparable confidant of Yin Zao. Both black and white know that he is the "medicine pot" for life extension carried by the famous "sick man" of the Yin family. For his sake, whenever he goes out to do errands, all parties will always give him a little extra.

If he hadn't chosen finance as a major, becoming a doctor would not have been as bad as he imagined.

After experiencing the second world, Wu Xie is very clear that he is talented in medicine, although it seems that he should not be called a talent, it should be regarded as the foundation he laid down more than ten years ago.

I don't know if it's because he hasn't touched stocks and futures for a long time. He can't remember the knowledge about the financial industry. On the contrary, the medical theories he learned in these worlds have continued to grow, improve, and sublimate through many times of practice. Now...has become as proficient as instinct.

"Doctor Wu."

A cautious call came from behind, Wu Xie turned around and saw Chai Lin pushing the dining car.

The other party looked at Yin Zao with real concern, and Wu Xie immediately understood why Yin Zao always handled Chai Lin lightly—the situation was dark and unclear, and there was such a person who was willing to fight through the hail of bullets together. It's better than nothing.

"Mr.'s fever has subsided. Prepare some light food for him these few days. Don't touch seafood and alcohol, and you can't even taste it." Get up, don't touch it."

"Okay." Chailin nodded frequently, "I wrote it all down."

Looking over the man's shoulder inadvertently, the doctor caught a glimpse of the shadow behind the door from the corner of his eye, his pale lips were slightly closed, he just pretended not to see it, and then ordered the time to prescribe all the medicines, and then he brought up the medical box to prepare To leave, Chailin wanted to send him off, but was refused.

"I'm tired after staying there all night." The doctor said, "My husband's condition often relapses these days. I'll stay here first, and I'll go back when the condition stabilizes. You don't need to send me. I'll be there in a few steps."

He has a separate room in Yin's house, which was arranged by Yin Zao a long time ago, and he can live in it whenever he wants-to be honest, Yin Zao indulged him in material matters, and even had conflicts with Chailin face-to-face , and will give priority to protecting his face... No wonder the original "Wu Xie" chose to major in medicine in order to repay his kindness, and he has been a family doctor for more than ten years in the Yin family.

Chai Lin was obviously used to the other party's rude attitude, and still had a good temper, as if he could do anything to Yin Zao as long as it didn't affect Yin Zao's safety.

Yin Qin pushed open the door, and Chai Lin wanted to know more about his condition, but Wu Xie stopped in his footsteps, and couldn't help but follow the other person's line of sight—the young man who looked up at the crystal chandelier turned his head as if aware of it Come on, his facial features are delicate, his face is pale, his pupils are the amber color of Yin Zao, very pale, so pale that it almost melts into the sunlight.

At this moment, the eyes were full of water, and they were staring straight at the doctor standing at the door. This should be a kind of agile gaze, but the boy's expressionless face made the amber pupils covered with a layer of inorganic gel.

He looked so beautiful, delicate, treacherous, fragile, with glassy eyeballs that made him look more like a doll than a real person.

It's an uncomfortable look.

"Master." The doctor softened his tone as if he didn't feel anything, and rarely smiled, "I woke up so early, do you want to see Mr.?"

The boy shook his head and said rigidly:

"I'm coming to find you."

Seeing that both the doctor and Chai Lin enlarged their eyes slightly, although the young man couldn't tell the meaning of the other's expression, he judged from his past graphic experience that they wanted to express surprise, so he added:

"Father said, if I have anything, I can come to you." His gaze was uninterrupted, long and continuous, "Anything."

"That's right." The doctor knelt down and talked to him, "Did something happen to the young master?"

"I feel sick and want to vomit." The boy said, "I can't sleep."

The doctor's face changed, and he immediately pressed the back of his hand against his forehead. The young man slowly hugged the arm that was in close contact with him, and said softly:

"It's cold in here."

The doctor's eyes quickly fixed on his thin white feet, probably very dissatisfied with his barefoot going out, the man did not speak to him gently as before, but frowned, not knowing what he was thinking.

Yin Song watched the other party stand up. After discussing his father's condition with the bodyguard sideways, the man turned back and squatted down again, took a few steps, and said to him with his back:

"Come up."

The voice is still so cold, but it has a nostalgic sweetness.

Lying contentedly on the man's broad back, he felt the subtle and comfortable warmth.

Strong arms, thin waist, reliable shoulders, and the mixed smell of tea and smoke all exude an incomparably elegant temperament in the corridor.

He couldn't stop, let alone be infatuated with.

Fall in love at first sight, and so on.

……

Putting the boy on the soft bed, Wu Xie leaned over to get the stethoscope.

The slender arms came from behind, and the man was slightly stunned, but the boy took the stethoscope away first like holding a large doll, leaned leisurely by his shoulder, and asked in a low voice:

"Teacher, what is this?"

The electric current that came from nowhere slammed the software deep in his brain. The pain was indescribable. The unsuspecting man let out a short cry from the stimulation, pressed his wrist on his temple, He lowered his head with difficulty—the boy didn't realize the abnormality of the other party, he put the stethoscope in his ear, and raised the pickup facing the pale man.

"Teacher, do you have a headache?"

The cold metal disc was pressed against his forehead, his messy thoughts intertwined and shattered with the memories of the previous worlds, the man fell into chaos and dizziness, he tried to understand the meaning of this title, but his memory seemed to be split in two , With his eyelids opening and closing, he saw the grotesqueness of the system world, like the colored lines drawn by a child, seeping into the reinforced concrete of the real world little by little, turning into a scorching and sober flame.

The half that belongs to the real world is gradually diluted and structured like glue, revealing the original appearance of things.

In those flashes, he saw the rain, heard the sound of the siren, the wind when the brakes were violent, and the young man in a white coat with diamond-shaped eyes and amber pupils.

The man slowly moved the phone away from his ear and looked at him blankly.

Rain is heavy.

Very big.

Wet the young man's whole body.

……

"teacher."

"Professor Wu."

He was lightly slapped on the face in a daze, and the doctor finally came back to his senses. He stared at the boy's round amber eyes with a little confusion, as if he was confirming something. After a long time, he slowly put down the button Holding the hand on the temple, he frowned slightly, as if he had encountered something very confusing.

However, the boy soon made it impossible for him to think of other things.

He walked around in front of the man from behind, straddled his opponent's leg forcefully, and clamped it tightly. This action made the man who had not completely escaped from the memory fragments very nervous, and couldn't help but tense his leg muscles to support the opponent. I was afraid that he would accidentally fall down.

But the boy just moved the pickup to the man's left chest, and the cool device rustled in the atrium through the fabric, both of them held their breath slightly, the boy listened attentively, his eyelashes drooping like butterfly wings.

"Heart is beating," he said. "Very strong."

The man looked down at him, but he slowly leaned his head against the pickup, with a soft reliance in his voice.

"It's really great that the teacher is still alive."

"Ding, [Healing Yin Send] progress value +10%, current progress is 10%"

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