New year greeting

In the evening, after Song Xinyuan washed up, he remembered the small task Kong Zhuo had arranged for him, dried his hair hastily, and knocked on the door next door.

The door opened, and Feng Deng appeared in front of him holding his mobile phone, glanced at him, and continued to answer the phone.Feng Deng only wore pajama pants, showing his chest and abdominal muscles generously, which made Song Xinyuan feast his eyes.The voice of Feng Deng's call was played externally. Song Xinyuan heard a woman's voice from inside, thinking it was Yang Xiyue, and immediately raised his vigilance.

The caller was not Yang Xiyue, but Feng Deng's mother, Lu Shuhan.Lu Shuhan asked: "Xiyue is really good, but why did you suddenly become enlightened? On the day of your blind date, you still said that she was not suitable for you."

Feng Deng leaned against the door frame and lowered his eyes: "Try dating, and you'll know if it's suitable after you get along."

Lu Shuhan reprimanded: "You are not young, don't joke around, get a license to buy a house as soon as possible. She must be dating you because she wants to get married, so you should be more serious."

"Married?" Feng Deng raised his eyes to Song Xinyuan.

Song Xinyuan found out the identity of the other party, and when he heard what the mother and son said, his heart sank, and he almost ran away, but he wanted to know Feng Deng's answer, so he had to stay where he was, looking at the ground as if nothing had happened.

"Yes, until when do you plan to delay it?" Lu Shuhan said, "It's just right for you to receive the certificate on your birthday, what do you think?"

Feng Deng looked at the top of Song Xinyuan's head, raised the corners of his lips slightly, and raised his voice: "Okay, let me think about it."

Song Xinyuan raised his head suddenly, as if a group of bees were buzzing in his ears, his brain was about to explode.Feng Deng hung up the phone, stuffed the phone into his trouser pocket, pinched the back of his neck, tilted his head and asked, "What's the matter?"

Song Xinyuan opened and closed his lips, and said two words: "It's okay." His face was as gray as a wall at this time, obviously stimulated.

"Sleep."

"Doctor Feng, wait." Before Feng Deng closed the door, Song Xinyuan changed his expression, and held the paper and pen solemnly, "Can you let me see your room? It's convenient for comparison with the house built by the crew. It might make the script fit for real life."

Feng Deng sized him up for a few seconds, turned and walked into the bedroom, motioned him to go over with his eyes, then sat at the desk and let him visit.He breathed a sigh of relief, looked around, and found that Feng Deng's room was similar in design to his house, with a bed, a cabinet, and a set of tables and chairs.Feng Deng's bed was bigger than his, and it was more than enough for two people to lie on. There was a pillow by the wall, and there was a space outside, which looked a bit awkward.

But the vacancy will be filled soon, Song Xinyuan gritted his teeth and thought, maybe Feng Deng will bring Yang Xiyue back to sleep tomorrow, maybe he will buy a wedding house in the second half of the year and leave here forever.

Song Xinyuan's eyes were sore, he looked away and saw disinfectant, a lighter and half a pack of cigarettes on the bedside table.He was very surprised because Feng Deng never smoked in the past.He smoked in the dormitory when he was in college, and was ridiculed countless times by Feng Deng, and finally even quit smoking for Feng Deng.Time passed, but Feng Deng slapped himself in the face.

Hypocrisy, Song Xinyuan cursed secretly, Feng Deng is really hypocritical.After he finished his inspection, his gaze stayed on Feng Deng's back for a moment, and he said in a low voice, "Thank you, I'm leaving, good night."

"Well, close the door for me." Feng Deng didn't look back.

Song Xinyuan went back to the bedroom and lay down on the bed. Summer was here, and the air was getting hotter. He pressed the thin quilt and gradually broke out in sweat. He still didn't want to move and gnawed his fingers anxiously.Feng Deng had a girlfriend and was about to get married. The most hateful thing was that Feng Deng didn't care about his feelings, and showed him these things openly, as if telling him: Song Xinyuan, don't think about me.

Song Xinyuan was confused and didn't know what to do in the next 20 days. Could he just pack up and leave?He doesn't want to go.

He turned on the screen of his phone and was shocked to realize that the whole thing was weird. Feng Deng's sexual orientation changed, and he suddenly liked girls?You won't be cheating on marriage like his father, will you?He turned over and advised himself not to think about it, he used to be a straight man, didn't he also be bent by Feng Deng?Sexual orientation is unreliable, maybe Feng Deng was lying to him from the beginning.

He poked his phone, entered the shopping software by accident, and looked down to the red dress recommended on the home page.The dress worn by Yang Xiyue flashed through his mind, he hesitated for a moment, and clicked on the big picture.The female model in the picture showed him the skirt from various angles. The skirt was not too long and could barely cover the model's thighs. If it was worn on him, it would look even shorter.

He touched his chest, where it was flat, and suddenly he woke up, the heat was rampant, making him blush, and he quickly closed the purchase page.He slapped his face and killed the perverted thoughts.

Early the next morning, Song Xinyuan went with Feng Deng to make a ward round. Besides him, several interns and nurses followed Feng Deng, including Yang Xiyue.Yang Xiyue was wearing a white coat and a high ponytail, looking refreshing and neat.Song Xinyuan was in the same row with her, and found that she frequently looked at him, as if provocative.He slowed down, seeing Yang Xiyue and Feng Deng walk into the ward, Yang Xiyue looked back at him and smiled before entering, annoyed to death.

In the ward, Feng Deng approached the No. [-] hospital bed, and did not miss the opportunity to test the students. He turned to Yang Xiyue and asked, "How is the patient's condition?"

Yang Xiyue answered eloquently: "The patient Zhou Qingmei was diagnosed with a glossopharyngeal nerve terminal tumor because of a tumor growing on the membrane covering the cranial nerve, which compressed the nerve and caused taste disturbance."

"Treatment programs?"

"Most of the glossopharyngeal nerve terminal tumors are benign, as long as the tumor is surgically removed, the taste disorder can be cured."

"Okay." Feng Deng nodded his chin approvingly.

Song Xinyuan felt that he was out of tune with them and should not stay in the ward at all, so he quietly left the room.After he went out, Feng Deng said sternly: "But you forgot to explain the patient's medical history. If he has other serious illnesses, if he enters the operating room rashly like this, many complications will easily occur."

Yang Xiyue quickly admitted her mistake: "I'm sorry, Professor, I won't forget next time."

Feng Deng was still unceremonious: "You don't need to follow this operation. Remember, you must understand all the patient's medical records before performing the operation."

"Okay, I remember."

Yang Xiyue rolled her eyes. She had never seen a man who was better at acting than Feng Deng. There was a Song Xinyuan difference between her and Feng Deng.She shrugged, feeling that Song Xinyuan was extremely pitiful.

In the afternoon, when Feng Deng was out of the clinic, Song Xinyuan hid in the rest room and waited for Feng Deng to get off work, and wanted to ask Feng Deng to have a talk.In the evening, Song Xinyuan saw that Feng Deng was idle, and was just about to call Feng Deng when he heard someone announce from the corridor radio: "Please ask Dr. Feng from the surgery department to come to the emergency department. Please invite Dr. Feng to the emergency department. A car accident patient was received in the emergency department—"

Feng Deng hurriedly left the outpatient department and rushed to the emergency room.Song Xinyuan couldn't help being a little curious, and hurried to catch up.When Feng Deng arrived at the emergency building, he bumped into Director Chen of the emergency department, and asked directly, "What's going on? Why did you call me?"

Director Chen said: "The patient's family is clamoring for you to be the patient's attending doctor."

Feng Deng frowned: "They know me? What's the patient's name?"

"It should be. His surname is also Feng, and his name is Feng Xiangyang. He hit a bridge railing while driving on an overpass. He was seriously injured. Both legs were broken. He lost too much blood and fainted. It is estimated that it will be difficult to heal."

Song Xinyuan saw Feng Deng was in a daze, and then heard Feng Deng say, "I reject this patient."

Director Chen was very surprised, because Feng Deng's father died in a car accident, and Feng Deng always paid attention to patients who were involved in car accidents.He asked puzzledly, "Why did you reject it?"

"I'm not in good shape today, I'm afraid something will go wrong."

Director Chen saw that he had something on his mind, so he stopped embarrassing him: "Okay, I'll find someone else, you go back and rest. Feng Xiangyang won't live long, and even if he survives, he will be in a vegetable state." Director Chen has worked in the emergency department for many years and has seen countless times It is not surprising that Feng Xiangyang's situation is separated from life and death.

After Feng Deng thanked him, he turned around and walked back. When he reached the corner, he suddenly sat down on a chair.Song Xinyuan didn't understand what was wrong with him, and stood quietly beside him.

"Sit down." Feng Deng said without raising his head.

"what?"

When Song Xinyuan was puzzled, Feng Deng grabbed his arm suddenly and pulled him down.Song Xinyuan couldn't stand firmly, and sat down with Feng Deng's strength, hitting the back of his head against the wall.

He shed tears in pain: "Damn, are you sick?"

Feng Deng tentatively said: "You like me, and you are even more seriously ill."

Song Xinyuan's body froze, he stopped rubbing his head, and his face turned cold: "I'm being passionate."

He can't practice well, and in order to hide himself, he forgot to act.

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Feng Deng approaching.He closed his eyes involuntarily, but nothing happened. He opened them, a little embarrassed, and avoided Feng Deng's gaze.

"Why do you close your eyes?" Feng Deng asked.

"Because you suddenly—"

"Did you think I would kiss you?"

"not me--"

"Song Xinyuan, I won't kiss you," Feng Deng gave him a blow in the head with a flat tone, "I have a girlfriend, I advise you not to daydream."

Song Xinyuan thought at the time that if he had a knife in his hand, he would stab Feng Deng to death. One stab was not enough, at least a hundred stabs were needed, and Feng Deng's internal organs were chopped into pieces to vent his hatred.

The ringtone of the mobile phone interrupted his thoughts, and it came from Feng Deng's white coat.Feng Deng hesitated for a few seconds before answering the call: "Mom, what's wrong?"

"I heard that Feng Xiangyang was sent to your hospital in a car accident. Don't save him, let him die."

"He was seriously injured and no one could save him."

"It deserves it, do you think this is retribution?"

"Yes."

Feng Deng hung up the phone, propped his chin and said: "This patient is my stepfather's cousin, who stole my stepfather's money 20 years ago, almost 10 yuan, which is not a small amount for rural people. Stepfather's savings for most of his life."

It was Feng Xianghai's hard-earned money earned on the construction site. He took it out during the Chinese New Year and planned to take it home to do business.He went back with Feng Xiangyang, but Feng Xiangyang stole the money.Take all precautions, but you can't guard against house thieves, Feng Xiangyang took the money and disappeared, and was caught a year later and squandered all the money.Feng Xianghai was hit hard. He had an accident while working and injured one eye. He went back to live with Lu Shuhan in Changqing Lane, selling snacks.

"Uh." Song Xinyuan heard Feng Deng mention the family affairs for the first time, and he was a little confused. He generally knew that the patient was an enemy of Feng Deng's family, so Feng Deng was unwilling to operate on him.

"Forget it, you still don't understand," Feng Deng stared at Song Xinyuan, "You are luckier than many people."

Song Xinyuan was not sure what Feng Deng meant, but felt that Feng Deng's eyes were terrifying.He was almost convinced that Feng Deng did not save people on purpose, Feng Deng hoped that the person in the car accident would die.

Three hours later, Song Xinyuan heard of Feng Xiangyang's death, and the body was transferred to the morgue.It was Song Xinyuan's first close contact with a dead person, and he felt chills all over his body, and he was in a trance. What made it even more difficult for him to accept was that Feng Deng invited a few surgical colleagues to dinner after get off work.

The doctors and nurses didn't care about the dead, and they happily participated in the party. Everyone agreed that the party was for Yang Xiyue.Yang Xiyue thought the same way, walking uncomfortably beside Feng Deng, looking at Song Xinyuan from time to time.

Song Xinyuan was absent-minded, followed the team into the private room, and sat silently in the corner.Feng Deng and Yang Xiyue stood opposite him, said a few polite words, and helped everyone order food amidst laughter.Within half an hour, the waiters brought up the food and the wine one by one, filling the wine tables.

Song Xinyuan drank a bottle of beer, and was poured two glasses of white wine by Han Le and others. His cheeks were flushed and he was completely drunk, but the wine was good. Without food, he was actually criticizing Feng Deng for his evil deeds.

Full of wine and food, the group is ready to break up.Han Le boldly teased: "Professor Feng, you can take Dr. Yang home, don't worry about us, we will take a taxi by ourselves. Hey, Song Xinyuan, get up quickly, don't get in the way."

Song Xinyuan lay on the table, heard his name, and muttered unhappily: "Don't call me, I fell asleep."

Feng Deng glanced at him and told Han Le: "You go first, pay attention to safety."

Only Feng Deng, Yang Xiyue and Song Xinyuan were left in the private room.Yang Xiyue's scalp was numb all night, and she begged unbearably: "You really don't need to send me off, you can just take care of Song Xinyuan, he can't drink very well." She walked out while talking.

"Okay, I'll call a taxi for you." Feng Deng went back to the table to pick up his phone, and touched Song Xinyuan's head.

Song Xinyuan suddenly reached out and grabbed Feng Deng's shirt.His mind was not clear, his ears were not clear, thinking that Feng Deng was going to abandon him, he couldn't help stretching out his arms.

He silently stared at Feng Deng: How could you hook up with a girl after you hurt me so badly?

He used so much force that Feng Deng was forced to stop and stretched out his right hand behind him.Song Xinyuan looked at Feng Deng's arm, feeling that he was about to be pushed away again.However, Feng Deng didn't push him away, and put his palm on the back of his hand, interlocking his fingers.He seemed to be in a dream, if he hadn't caught sight of Yang Xiyue through the crack of the door, he would have almost fallen asleep.The heat in Feng Deng's palm made his head go hot, and he felt a sense of excitement about having an affair.

Feng Deng held his hand and called Yang Xiyue: "Sorry, I have something urgent, the car is at the door, you can go back by yourself, pay attention to safety."

Song Xinyuan stared blankly at Feng Deng, relying on Feng Deng's strength to stand up, leaning against Feng Deng's back, lest Feng Deng slip away from him.

"Why are you holding on to someone else's boyfriend?" Feng Deng put away his phone and turned to mock him, "Don't you dislike me?"