Fake is true

Mu Zhou knew about the hospital, but he didn't know the department Yan Fangsheng was in. He told Yang Hexu's name from his memory, and the front desk gave him directions.

After thanking him, Mu Zhou went upstairs with his schoolbag on his back, and an old man in a wheelchair entered the open elevator, and there was no room left in the elevator when the seven or eight people crowded in front of him.

Glancing at the elevator next door, Mu Zhou decided to go straight upstairs.

It took time for the car to turn around, and Mu Zhou wasn't sure if Yan Fangsheng was still there, so he didn't dare to ask on the phone, and he didn't want to spoil the sneaky sense of surprise.

It might be a surprise, Mu Zhou was thinking wildly while climbing the stairs.

On the upper floor, Mu Zhou was glad that he made the right choice on Friday, a thin schoolbag saved him a lot of things.

The consulting rooms are next to each other, and there are many patients waiting outside, all the seats are full, and many people are still standing.

When there are more people, the passage becomes very narrow.

Mu Zhou breathed calmly, and looked at the electronic display screens in the consulting room one by one, comparing the names and photos of doctors from above.

"Are there regular meals three times a day?" Yang Hexu pressed Yan Fangsheng's leg.

"Rules." Yan Fangsheng lowered his eyes and asked, "Does it have something to do with the legs?"

"It's okay." Yang Hexu blinked, "A special greeting from friends."

Yang Hexu withdrew his hand, took off the disposable gloves and threw them into the trash can, and prescribed medicine to Yan Fangsheng in front of the screen, chatting casually: "I received an email from senior brother the day before yesterday."

"About what?" Yan Fang asked.

"Of course it's about you." Yang Hexu typed quickly, "Otherwise, why would I mention it to you?"

Seeing Yan Fangsheng's lack of interest, Yang Hexu said: "Didn't you expose a lot of problems in your last use? Brother said that they have made corresponding improvements. I don't know what the finished product looks like. He asked me to ask if you have any other problems." Not interested in trying again."

Yan Fangsheng didn't reply immediately, Si Lin said in two seconds: "Let's talk about it."

As soon as Yang Hexu heard this, he knew that Yan Fangsheng's trust in this matter was about to drop to the bottom.

He still wanted to fight for it, so he said: "If you have time, you'd better go and have a look. It's not convenient for them to debug here, after all, it's so far away."

After a long time, Yan Fangsheng nodded, "Yeah."

After printing out the medicine list, Yang Hexu handed it to Yan Fangsheng, and said: "Nursing should not be missed at ordinary times. I know you are against it. If it is convenient for you, just press and apply. Anyway, you can't slack off."

"You know your physical condition best."

"Okay." Yan Fangsheng folded the medicine sheet twice and stuck it between his fingers, "It's troublesome."

"Call me if you have any questions, anytime." Yang Hexu made a gesture to answer.

"I'll try not to disturb your sleep in the middle of the night."

"It's fine in the middle of the night—" Yang Hexu gave a "tsk", looked at Yan Fangsheng's expression, and found that the other party didn't mean to pick up, so he took it on his own. "Recently, there are a lot of night shifts. Refresh me."

"Row."

Yang Hexu stretched out his hand, and Yan Fangsheng followed suit.

"When you're free...can we have a cup of tea or something?"

"it is good."

Yang Hexu said: "I will follow you anytime with the progress of the prosthetic limb—"

"Hey! Don't jump in line, young man!" A male voice came from the door.

Yan Fangsheng and Yang Hexu were attracted by the sound at the same time and turned their heads to look.

"I'm sorry, I just want to see..." Mu Zhou stood at the door and explained, "I haven't registered, so I can't join the queue."

"You haven't registered? Why don't you come to see a doctor?" The elderly don't understand that the registration on the electronic display screen can't jump in line. They only think that Mu Zhou standing in front of him will delay his time to go in for the consultation.

"I'm sorry." Mu Zhou blushed, the door was open, and he could see Yan Fangsheng's glance from the corner of his eye.

"I won't block you, I'll just stand outside." Mu Zhou continued.

The old man kept preaching, chattering endlessly: "Don't delay things if you don't see a doctor, young man."

He sighed, supported his old waist and kept ouching, sitting on the stool and leaning on it.

After a pause for a few seconds, he turned his head to look into the consulting room again, and said to Yang Hexu, "Doctor! How long will it be my turn for this old bone."

"You can enter when you are in line." After watching the farce at the door, Yang Hexu pushed his glasses to confirm the familiar faces standing outside.

"Waiting for you?"

"Well, I'll go first."

"Walk slowly."

Watching Yan Fangsheng's back leave, Yang Hexu frowned, closed his eyes tiredly, and when he opened his eyes again, his eyes were clear. He called out, and the old man who was wailing at the door quickly got up after hearing his name, and supported him. waist into the door.

Mu Zhou instinctively felt that the current situation was not good, so he was pleasantly surprised.

Afraid of being reprimanded, Mu Zhou lowered his head as usual.

But Yan Fangsheng is sitting in a wheelchair now, even if Mu Zhou wants to hide his expression, he can't avoid it.

Yan Fangsheng didn't say anything in the corridor, he steered the wheelchair to the corridor entrance without saying a word.

Mu Zhou was taken aback, and quickly raised his heel.

The wheelchair is like a road-opening machine. As soon as the person standing in the center of the aisle sees the wheelchair, he will automatically move to the two sides to make way for a spacious passage. Mu Zhouxi is behind. After thinking about it, he still puts the handle up and pretends to push the wheelchair.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Mu Zhou always felt that the speed of the wheelchair's movement slowed down after he got on it.

Walking to the elevator step by step, there was only one middle-aged man with his head out the window on the phone in the spacious waiting area.

Mu Zhou pressed the elevator down, guessing when Yan Fangsheng would speak and what the first sentence would be.

Anxious about waiting, Mu Zhou decided to strike first.

"elder brother--"

"Didn't you go to school?"

Yan Fang's voice asked a complete sentence, his voice was low, and it got into the ear very forcefully.

The moment he heard his voice, Mu Zhou unconsciously fell silent.

"I came halfway..."

There's no reason to come here, just worry.

But this worry cannot be expressed clearly.

"What time does the school require to arrive at school?"

"Five o'clock."

Yan Fangsheng rolled up his sleeves, it was ten past four.

"I asked the teacher for leave...!" Mu Zhou lowered his voice, "The teacher said it could be later."

"Ah."

"Brother, how are your legs?"

"fine."

"It still hurts?"

"It doesn't hurt."

The paper that had been folded twice in his hand was unfolded and folded again, again and again, Yan Fangsheng stared at the faintly reflected figure on the mirror of the elevator, and looked at the hesitant Mu Zhou behind him.

He seemed to be trying his best to find a topic, and kept frowning.

"Brother... are you thirsty?" Mu Zhou scratched his head, "When I came up, I saw a vending machine underneath."

After holding back for a long time, Yan Fangsheng thought that Mu Zhou could hold back something, but he didn't expect that a child is a child.

The origami movement stopped, and Yan Fangsheng suddenly recalled what Yang Hexu said in the office.

"The patient lacks health, but the doctor can give. Usually, the giver will have a false love, thinking that he is really in love with the giver."

Doctor-patient psychology is interlinked with other emotions in one aspect.

He and Mu Zhou actually have such a giving relationship.

Yan Fangsheng started origami again.

He took Mu Zhou, who was in an embarrassing situation, to his home and took care of his daily life. On a certain level, he was a giver, and correspondingly, Mu Zhou was also a giver.

Will caring and caring make Mu Zhou have false love?

Yan Fangsheng opened and closed the prescription more and more quickly.

A minor who has lost his parents suddenly has support, will the resulting feelings be his real and necessary feelings?

He may not even know whether he likes Yan Fangsheng or the sense of stability that Yan Fangsheng gave him.

If it's the latter... Yan Fangsheng pressed down on the prescription with two fingers, and Mu Zhou would also like anyone else.

The elevator opened with a "ding" sound, but Mu Zhou didn't hear the answer. After pushing the wheelchair into the elevator, he approached Yan Fangsheng's ear and asked again.

"Brother, are you thirsty?"

"Do you want to live off campus?"

"What?" Mu Zhou was surprised.

"Didn't it be inconvenient for the school to turn off the lights?" Yan Fang said, "You can find a house outside the school."

"There are multiple choices on weekends. If you have other arrangements, you don't have to come back. The time is at your own disposal."

"Why don't I come back—" Mu Zhou said, his eyes suddenly widened, and he reflected the deep meaning of these words.

Yan Fangsheng was chasing him away.

And the only reason can only be what Yan Fang declared.

Clenching his fingers tightly, Mu Zhou wanted to refuse immediately, but swallowed the words back on his lips. He froze for two seconds, and asked in a hoarse voice, "...Brother, do you want me to move?"

"Look at you, if you want to move, I will help you rent a house."

The elevator reached the first floor, Yan Fangsheng maneuvered the wheelchair to leave, Mu Zhou stayed in the elevator, and stepped out just before the door closed.

The author says:

an hour late, sorry

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