New year greeting

Song Xinyuan waited for a long time, but he didn't hear Feng Deng's voice, so he couldn't help but opened his eyes, peeked at Feng Deng through his fingers, and finally met Feng Deng's eyes again.

Feng Deng put his hands in his white coat and looked at him quietly, as if he didn't know anything and just happened to be standing here to rest.

Song Xinyuan firmly believed that Feng Deng definitely heard what he said just now.He put down his hand in embarrassment, remembering that he was setting up an "affectionate" character, he simply smashed the jar and leaned against the wall and muttered: "Why are you eavesdropping on other people's speech?"

Feng Deng's face was calm, he didn't respond to his unintentional "confession", and couldn't tell what it meant: "Just passing by, I'm off work for dinner."

Can't you give me a response?Song Xinyuan is like a stick in his throat.Since Feng Deng didn't want to say more, he didn't take it seriously any more, and left first.

Behind him, Feng Deng frowned, and Song Xinyuan's bold speech echoed in his ears, thoughtfully.He suddenly didn't understand Song Xinyuan. At first he thought that Song Xinyuan was playing with him, but he didn't expect Song Xinyuan to have a real relationship with him.

Song Xinyuan likes him?Want to cling to him forever?How could it be possible, Song Xinyuan should hate him.

Feng Deng knew from the very beginning that Song Xinyuan tried every means to get close to his goal. He indulged Song Xinyuan's nonsense in order to see how Song Xinyuan's expectations fell through, but Song Xinyuan became more and more wrong.Feng Deng thought about Song Xinyuan's series of extreme behaviors after falling from the tree, and deduced again that Song Xinyuan broke his brain, and he should really have taken him to the brain department for an examination.

When the colleagues in the surgery department heard that Yang Xiyue had submitted her application for resignation, they all speculated about what happened between her and Feng Deng.

Shen Lingxi came back from rounds, met Song Xinyuan, and couldn't help gossiping: "Let's break up. It must be Professor Feng's problem. I knew he was not good at dating."

Song Xinyuan secretly retorted that Feng Deng knew it before, not only to attract girls, but also to bend straight ones into curved ones, and the last half sentence specifically pointed to himself.

"It's not necessarily because of relationship problems, maybe I have to be busy with other things." He said.

At this time, Yang Xiyue came back with the signed resignation application form.A few interns approached her and asked her if she was in trouble and where she planned to develop in the future. She chatted with them naturally, without looking too sad.

While a group of people were chatting, Feng Deng hurried in and stood at the door.The room suddenly became quiet, somewhat depressing.Feng Deng always has the ability to cope with embarrassment, he glanced around, called a few assistants to help, and called Song Xinyuan, and before going out, he turned his head and said: "Yang Xiyue, you come too, I have a patient who needs your help .”

Song Xinyuan thought to himself, Feng Deng is still kind, he knows how not to embarrass girls, and he treats himself too much.

The patient who came to see Feng Deng today was a 13-year-old boy. He was lying in the examination room. His father was waiting beside him. When he saw Feng Deng coming in, he got up and asked, "Dr. Feng, how is the meeting going? Can I have an MRI examination? Can the dual-chamber pacemaker be replaced?"

This patient is Jian Cheng. He had a cardiac pacemaker operation in the Affiliated Hospital of Qianyang University four years ago. This time, he came for a heart attack re-examination, because Jian Cheng had recently fallen into the water and was in a bad mood after being rescued. Good, something happened to my body again.Feng Deng is his attending doctor.

Feng Deng said: "It's okay, I'm afraid it will scare him during the inspection."

Father Jane rubbed the center of his brows, with a sad expression on his face: "It's all my fault that I didn't take a good look at him. That time I scared him."

Scared?

Song Xinyuan was curious and didn't understand the situation. At this time, Jian Cheng who was lying on the hospital bed suddenly opened his eyes and screamed: "Mom, save me, mom—"

Jian Cheng saw a group of strangers surrounding her, hugging her body in panic, shivering in the corner of the bed.

Yang Xiyue quietly asked: "Professor Feng, does he have mental problems?"

"It's not a mental problem, it's autism," Song Xinyuan answered quickly, "Autism is not a mental illness."

The others looked at him in surprise, and Feng Deng also glanced at him.

Song Xinyuan realized that he was talking too much, he was silent for a moment, and asked embarrassedly: "Isn't it right? The character I played in "The Murderer" has autism, so I think his condition is more familiar."

"Finding the Murder" is Song Xinyuan's debut work, in which he plays a policeman with autism.

"That's right, it's autism." Feng Deng glanced at him again, and told Yang Xiyue, "Turn off the light, he's scared." Yang Xiyue nodded solemnly when she came into contact with an autistic patient for the first time.

"Don't be afraid. Dad is here. They are doctors, not bad guys. They are here to help you." Jian's father pointed at Feng Deng and said warmly, "This is Dr. Feng, do you remember?"

"Doctor Feng?"

Feng Deng walked to his side, his expression softened a little: "It's me, do you feel pain?"

"I don't know, I don't remember, I don't remember..." Jian Cheng covered her head and shook her head in pain, "I was flying a kite with my mother, and the kite flew away..."

"flew away?"

"Fly away, mom is gone! She's in the water!" Jian Cheng yelled again, with a ferocious expression, as if he had seen something terrible with his own eyes.

The whole group looked at Father Jane, who shook his head and sighed: "Mother Cheng Cheng died of cancer when he was a child. I took him to fly a kite last week. He was playing and suddenly ran into the pool. Fortunately, the water was not there. Deep." His voice was choked with regret.

After listening to Papa Jane's words, Song Xinyuan felt panicked.

"Fly away, disappeared..." Jian Cheng was still muttering to himself, waving his fists with dull eyes, as if trying to grab something.

Song Xinyuan walked slowly to the head of his bed, squatted down, and asked naively: "Yes, what kind of kite is it? Can you tell me?"

The people around found that Song Xinyuan's temperament changed in an instant, shaking his head and wiggling his fingers unconsciously, especially similar to Jian Cheng.

He's playing an autistic person.

"Is it a bunny?" he asked again.

Unexpectedly, Jian Cheng gradually calmed down, thought for a while, and answered his question: "It seems to be, and... and..."

"And puppies?"

"Yes, and..."

"Little fish, kitten, parrot, duck, swallow,—"

"Slow down!" Jian Cheng interrupted Song Xinyuan dissatisfied, "I can't remember, I can't remember."

Although Jian Cheng's tone was impatient, she stopped screaming, apparently much more normal.Yang Xiyue silently praised Song Xinyuan's acting skills.

Song Xinyuan was immersed in the play, and raised his index finger to Jian Cheng: "I'll say it again, Cheng Cheng must remember, we have an appointment."

"Say it, say it." Jian Cheng looked anxiously at Song Xinyuan's mouth.

Song Xinyuan tried to hold Jian Cheng's hand, and opened his palm: "little rabbit, puppy, little fish, kitten, parrot, duck, swallow, there are seven kites in total, do you remember?"

"Little rabbits, puppies...ducks..." Jian Cheng followed Song Xinyuan's movements, wiggling his fingers and closing his eyes, "I remember."

After opening his eyes again, he held Song Xinyuan's hand back.Song Xinyuan felt the boy's response, and smiled slightly: "Teng Teng is awesome, when you check your body, I will test you, don't forget."

Feng Deng and Jian's father looked at each other, and sent Jian Cheng to the MRI examination room.Jian Cheng lay down obediently without struggling. Before closing his eyes, he stared at Song Xinyuan and asked, "You too, are you too?"

Song Xinyuan understood what he meant, and replied affirmatively: "Yes, I am, we are all the same."

The lights in the house were turned on, and Jian Cheng was lying on the bed alone, and began to undergo the MRI examination.Song Xinyuan sat beside him and accompanied him.Feng Deng, Yang Xiyue, Jian's father and others sat in the monitoring room separated by glass to monitor Jian Cheng's physical condition.

"Cheng Cheng, how many kites are there in the sky?" Song Xinyuan asked Jian Cheng after receiving Feng Deng's order.

"Seven."

"What kind of kites are they?"

Jian Cheng opened his eyes wide, trying to echo Song Xinyuan's answer: "Little rabbit... puppy... little fish... kitten, swallow, parrot..." After speaking, it became more and more fluent.

"Yes, Cheng Cheng is really powerful." Song Xinyuan boasted.

In front of the monitor, Feng Deng stared at the camera to check Jian Cheng's heart condition, and the brows gradually relaxed.

"And ducks."

"That's right, Cheng Cheng has memorized everything." Song Xinyuan clapped his hands.

The accident happened at this moment. Jian Cheng suddenly sat up and hugged his head, and shouted angrily: "No! No, the order is wrong, the order is wrong!"

Song Xinyuan knew that autistic patients were particularly sensitive to numbers and order, so when he realized his negligence, he quickly approached Jian Cheng and comforted him: "It's okay, Cheng Cheng, it's okay, let's do it again, little rabbit—"

"No, the last one is the swallow, the swallow flew away..." Jian Cheng grabbed Song Xinyuan's neck suddenly, "The kite flew away, mom... Mom is gone! Why did mom leave me—"

"Stop, stop, you're irritating him!" Papa Jane yelled, rushing into the examination room.

Before he could speak, Feng Deng had stopped operating and rushed to Song Xinyuan's side.

The MRI examination was forced to abort.Jane's father hugged Jian Cheng distressedly, and stroked Jian Cheng's back.

Song Xinyuan coughed uncomfortably.Although Jian Cheng is only 13 years old, he is not weak in strength. Song Xinyuan almost suffocated just now when he used all his strength when he was ill.

Suddenly, a palm patted him on the back, and Feng Deng sighed: "Will you avoid it?"

Song Xinyuan choked on tears, and retorted weakly: "You try."

Feng Deng felt that Song Xinyuan couldn't bear to avoid it, and Jian Cheng's voice sounded too desperate.

Jian's father waited for Jian Cheng to calm down, and said helplessly: "Doctor Feng, the examination is not done, Cheng Cheng can't bear it."

"Your body is important. You can wait for him to calm down and do another checkup."

"Doctor Feng, I don't want to trouble you anymore." Father Jian hesitated for a long time and refused, "I want to transfer Cheng Ting to another hospital and give him a different environment. He tends to get anxious when he sees this place."

Yang Xiyue criticized bluntly: "It's not our fault, are you too ungrateful?"

"Yes." Feng Deng said.

Jane's father breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and hugged Jian Cheng, and said in a coaxing tone, "Cheng Cheng, don't be afraid, let's go home."

Jian Cheng didn't move, just stared at Song Xinyuan intently, shedding tears: "Doctor, I'm sorry."

Song Xinyuan knelt down and wiped his eyes for him: "It's okay, Cheng Cheng."

"Can I be like you, like you in the future?" There was obvious envy in Jian Cheng's eyes, thinking that Song Xinyuan had done what he couldn't.

"Of course, when you recover, you can also be a doctor, a policeman, an actor...do whatever you want."

Song Xinyuan didn't say anything else to comfort him, he actually knew Jian Cheng better than anyone here.Because he was also autistic for a while when he was a child, and it was also because of his mother's disappearance.Only a few people knew about it, and he didn't even tell Feng Deng.

He looked at Feng Deng involuntarily, and found that Feng Deng was also observing him, with eyes that he couldn't understand.In a trance, he even felt that Feng Deng had discovered his secret and felt sorry for himself.

Feng Deng loves him?How can it be?Feng Deng should bother him.

After sending Jian Cheng away, Yang Xiyue suddenly changed her mind and wanted to stay here. "I'm not leaving. It's too embarrassing to leave the job like this. At least let me finish one operation." She also secretly reminded Song Xinyuan, "Don't forget to fulfill your promise and post photos to show your affection in Moments. When you go to the crew, I'll keep an eye on Dr. Feng for you..."

Yang Xiyue blinked at Song Xinyuan, and walked to the personnel department, preparing to withdraw her resignation application.

Song Xinyuan went upstairs with Feng Deng, walked out of the elevator, and saw a familiar figure standing at the door of Feng Deng's office.

It's Li Mao.

"Doctor Feng, you're back." Seeing Feng Deng, Li Mao's eyes sparkled, "I got off work early today, so I made two dishes for you to try."

Feng Deng took the insulated box from Li Mao and invited Li Mao to drink water.Song Xinyuan stood aside, staring at the lunch box in Feng Deng's hand, feeling sour.

Li Mao glanced at Feng Deng and Song Xinyuan, and refused: "I'm leaving first, I have to be on duty at night, I must eat, and I will collect the lunch box tomorrow."

After Li Mao left, Feng Deng entered the room carrying the heat preservation box, and Song Xinyuan pressed the door on the door as soon as he closed it.

"Doctor Feng, what kind of food do you like to eat?" Song Xinyuan took a bite of Feng Deng's chin, raised his face and asked, "Don't eat vegetables, can you eat me?"