Fake is true

Zheng Chang just likes to tease Yan Fangsheng, watching his jokes is much more interesting than watching other people's jokes, so we must seize every opportunity to make fun of him.

Put the folding wheelchair next to Yan Fangsheng's legs, and Zheng Chang's work will be finished.

Seeing Mu Zhou, he stood up, rubbed his eyes behind Zheng Chang's back, then quickly swept Zheng Chang into the toilet with his head down.

Seeing someone close the door, Zheng Chang was puzzled: "How is this—"

"Scared."

"Oh." Zheng Chang thought about it and thought it was reasonable.

In a coma, everyone would have to panic.

"Do you want to change it now or what? I'll make room for you." Zheng Chang said, taking out a cigarette from his pocket and going out. There are two wicker chairs in the small courtyard, which are for drinking tea. place.

"Wait a minute--"

"Huh?" Zheng Chang stopped.

"Give me one." Yan Fang said.

"Where are your cigarettes?" Zheng Chang shook out one and handed it to Yan Fangsheng.

"Wet."

"Oh."

With Zheng Chang's lighter, Yan Fangsheng lit the cigarette, and the nicotine passed through his mouth and lungs, finally relieving the anxiety in his brain.

Seeing that his expression was not right, Zheng Chang didn't rush out, and asked casually, "Are you all right?"

"What can I do?" Yan Fangsheng closed his eyes and responded in a low mood.

"Your expression now looks like you owe me seventy or eighty thousand."

"Then you pay me back." Yan Fang said.

"It's something out of nothing, right?"

Zheng Chang was overjoyed, and patted Yan Fangsheng on the arm politely, Yan Fangsheng also smiled, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.

Mu Zhou went back to school in the afternoon and took a taxi back. Because Yan Fangsheng had a leg pain, he had to go to the hospital and couldn't send him.

On the way back to school, Mu Zhou leaned against the window with his mobile phone in his hand, breathed and breathed calmly, his chest felt like a brick was buried, and he felt uncomfortable. He originally wanted to ask for leave to accompany Yan Fangsheng, but Yan Fangsheng refused.

A boat: Bro, are you leaving?

Yan Fangsheng was still changing clothes when Mu Zhou went out.

Y: in the car

A Ship: Is it still hurting?

Mu Zhou was listless, and while he was waiting for the news, he turned his head and looked out the window. Fir trees flew past one by one, forming a colorful straight line of green.

Y: Not too painful

Mu Zhou stared at the words, and sent Yan Fangsheng a cute emoticon pack with a sullen face. The emoticon pack was very active on the screen, and Mu Zhou wanted to make himself look more active.

But he's really not very energetic, and he's stuck in a... weird situation.

Mu Zhou felt that he had exposed too much.

If Yan Fangsheng liked the same sex, then he would definitely see some clues from his behavior, but Yan Fangsheng didn't express anything, whether it was what Mu Zhou expected or didn't expect, there was nothing at all, Yan Fangsheng still maintained the previous practice, nothing. Change.

Closing his eyes and sighing, Mu Zhou rubbed the center of his brows vigorously.

He shouldn't be so obedient—at least, not today.

Mu Zhou still remembered the man who sent Yan Fangsheng home, and Yan Fangsheng was going to see him today.

The phone vibrated, disturbing Mu Zhou's thoughts, and he turned on the screen.

On the screen, Yan Fang replied with the same emoji, and the two emojis jumped together, filling the entire screen.

Mu Zhou's sluggish mood instantly soared, and he was overwhelmed by these two emojis.

"Master!" he said urgently.

"Huh?" The taxi driver turned his head halfway.

"Go around, I want to go to the city hospital."

"Huh? Are you going to visit a patient?"

"Ah."

"It's the right way for you to get in the car." The master muttered, and continued to drive for a while, and turned the car when he found the intersection.

"A temporary decision."

The driver took Yan Fangsheng to the hospital and helped him push the wheelchair for a while. When he reached the side entrance, Yang Hexu in a white coat was answering the phone.

Seeing people coming from afar, he hung up the phone and walked up to Yan Fangsheng.

"Thank you." Yang Hexu stepped in and smiled at the driver.

"It's okay, it's not far anyway!"

Taking over as the driver, Yang Hexu pushed Yan Fangsheng away.

Yan Fangsheng changed to an electric wheelchair, which has better performance, but there are many uphill sections, and people still have to push it.

"Legs are swollen?" Yang Hexu asked a lot when he knew that Yan Fangsheng was coming for a reexamination, only then did he realize that he was coming in a wheelchair. Before it was time for work at noon, Yang Hexu arrived early, ready to wait for someone.

It turned out that he happened to be waiting for him.

"Well, it's swollen."

Yang Hexu pushed the wheelchair up with his arms, and it was much easier to walk into the hospital, and he no longer needed Yang Hexu's help, but he still held on to the handle and did not let go.

"Will it hurt if you press it?" Pushing Yan Fangsheng to the registration place, Yang Hexu helped him hang up one.

"It hurts even if you don't press it."

Yang Hexu quickly filled out the form and handed it to Yan Fangsheng.

"Let's go, we may have to wait a while to go upstairs, there should be a queue at the door."

"Thank you."

"Be kind to me."

Yang Hexu pushed Yan Fangsheng into the elevator. In the elevator, he met several colleagues from different departments. After talking with them, Yang Hexu reached the third floor.

Yang Hexu smiled with them and was about to leave. Before putting his hand on the armrest, the wheelchair slid forward and passed his fingers.

Yan Fangsheng controlled himself to move forward.

Yang Hexu's hand froze in the air, he smiled wryly, and put it in his pocket.

As Yang Hexu expected, there was already a line of people at the door of the consultation room, and there were five people in front of Yan Fangsheng.

Yang Hexu raised his hand and looked at his watch. It happened to be working time, and the other clinics were already open. He quickly opened the door and went in to wash his hands before letting the first patient in.

It doesn't take too long to confirm the situation at the first visit, and basically I will ask for a film to look at the details.

Yang Hexu took a sip of water to moisten his throat after watching the first three, and was called the fourth.

When he saw someone coming, Yang Hexu frowned slightly.

"Doctor Yang, do you still remember me?" The woman sat down shyly, put the bag on her lap, and smiled shyly.

"Remember." Yang Hexu retrieved the medical records from the Internet, pretended to wash his hands, turned around and opened the door and said, "I'll ventilate."

"I caught a cold two days ago, and I'm always afraid of infecting you." As he spoke, he tightened the top of the mask.

"Is it serious?" the woman asked in surprise.

"It's not serious." Yang Hexu shook his head, returned to his seat, and asked, "How is the situation now?"

"It's still the same." She said, "It hurts all night, but I can't sleep."

"let me see."

Yang Hexu put on disposable gloves, and the woman lifted up her skirt to show off her legs generously.

The muscle atrophy where the prosthetic is attached is very severe.

"We still need to massage properly." Yang Hexu pointed at her leg.

"Okay, I'll pay attention."

"Ah."

He lowered his head to check the condition of the wound, "There are still medicines—"

Yang Hexu raised his head, and the movement of tearing off the gloves froze.

At some point, the woman put her hand on top of his head, and as he raised his head, she pressed it embarrassingly on the back of his head.

Seeing that the door was open, Yang Hexu heaved a sigh of relief.

He took a step back to avoid it, didn't point it out, but continued, "I'll prescribe you another box of medicine."

After the woman left, Yan Fangsheng was called and entered the consultation room not long after.

Seeing him, Yang Hexu didn't maintain his professionalism well enough, so he said nothing.

"Almost made a mistake."

"mistake?"

Yang Hexu leaned back wearily.

"It's not a lie that patients tend to develop feelings for doctors."

"Who has feelings for you?" Yan Fangsheng followed the words.

"You are the first."

Yan Fangsheng raised his eyebrows, trying to recall, but couldn't recall.

Yang Hexu half-jokingly asked: "Why don't you obey this theorem?"

"Is this theorem inevitable?"

"The probability is quite high."

He said rather narcissistically: "In front of a doctor with good looks, theorem is more inevitable."

The corner of Yan Fang's mouth raised in agreement.

"The patient lacks health," Yang Hexu stared at the computer screen, "while the doctor can give, usually the giver will have a false love, thinking that he is really in love with the giver."

Yan Fangsheng paused for a while, then thought of something, and thought for a moment.

Yang Hexu asked about his recent sleeping condition, but he didn't hear a response for a long time, so he leaned over and snapped his fingers in front of Yan Fangsheng's eyes, "Why are you in a daze?"

"Distracted."

"I can see it." Yang Hexu rubbed his hands together: "Pick up your pants and let me have a look."