Fake is true

"Painkiller overdose." Yang Hexu threw the checklist on Yan Fangsheng, "I've told you many times that smoking and drinking should be avoided. Not only did you not avoid it, but you even made it worse!"

"Yan Fangsheng, you can do it!"

Yang Hexu took off his eyes and wiped away the stains. When he put them on again, his tone became more relaxed, "Your body is your own. If you don't cherish it, no one can control you."

"Why don't you take painkillers if you don't cherish it?" Yan Fangsheng lay flat on the bed, his left hand was infused with fluid, and only his right hand could move. He reached out and shook the checklist, and scanned the data on the checklist up and down.

"Palpitations, dizziness and nausea, you should call me when you have minor symptoms." Yang Hexu insisted.

"Occasionally drinking, I can't tell whether it's a side effect or drunk."

"It should be written in my doctor's order that you should avoid drinking alcohol?"

"Occasionally."

Yang Hexu held a very skeptical attitude towards "occasionally". He lifted the infusion tube to adjust the flow rate, "Stay here tonight, don't think about going back, see the situation tomorrow, and I will let you out if the situation is good."

An intern came in and asked him to confirm the increase of medicine in the thirteenth bed next door. Yang Hexu went to the next door and came back a few minutes later.

Hearing footsteps, Yan Fangsheng looked towards the door.

"Did you drop something?"

"It's weird."

"Strange something."

"You." Yang Hexu put his hands in his pockets and asked, "I always feel that something is wrong with you."

"Is it different from before?"

"Have."

Yang Hexu walked to the end of the bed. Lying flat is really not suitable for looking up at people. Yang Hexu raised the bed and said casually while turning: "How long has it been since you had a psychological evaluation?"

Yan Fangsheng frowned slightly, but quickly relaxed, "I've already done it."

"That was four months ago." Yang Hexu adjusted the bed to a suitable height.

"Psychological review?"

"I don't understand." Yang Hexu said, "I don't practice psychology."

He stood up straight and stared at Yan Fangsheng, "I just think your recovery is too slow."

"Recovery?" Yan Fang asked, "A wound?"

Yang Hexu shook his head, "Return to your normal life."

"I'm living a normal life right now."

"You don't have to lie to me." Yang Hexu took off the mask and bent it, "I know you from before."

"Isn't there a difference between before and after disability?" Yan Fang asked.

"It's too bad."

It is enough to rub a wound on a person, and it may stimulate regeneration. Yang Hexu didn't intend to expose his scar. He turned his head and looked around, and asked, "Is there anything missing? Do you need to find someone for you?" Care workers?"

"No, I'll take a nap."

"Sleep after hanging up," Yang Hexu put on his mask, "I'm going to make room rounds, so I can't take care of you."

"Go and get busy." Yan Fangsheng glanced at the hanging bottle, there was quite a lot left.

Before leaving, Yang Hexu said again: "Have you read the email I forwarded to you?"

"Looked."

"I still suggest you to go there." Yang Hexu frowned and said, "At least let the money you invested get back to the original."

Yan Fang laughed loudly, "Didn't you get back the money last time?"

"Where did you go last time?" Yang Hexu said, "One-twentieth didn't come back."

"Then I'm at a loss."

"It's a big loss." Yang Hexu added.

Yan Fangsheng woke up early the next morning. In the middle of the night, he kept staring at the water dripping from the infusion tube, which made his eyes straighten. He didn't mend it after sleeping, and his eyes were dry, astringent, and painful.

"I have an unopened bottle of eye drops in my office, do you use it?" Yang Hexu sent him to the hospital gate, and asked a little more when he saw that he was unwell.

"You said 3 minutes earlier that I want it too."

They happened to pass by Yang Hexu's office 3 minutes earlier.

"Blame me." Yang Hexu laughed.

Yang Hexu is leaving too. He has been on duty all night and needs to rest.

At the fork in the road, Yang Hexu was wearing a gray coat.

"Thank you." Yan Fang thanked Yang Hexu for taking care of him last night.

"You always say thank you."

Yang Hexu turned his back and made a move.

Yan Fangsheng had to go too, but in the distance, he heard a shout from someone walking away behind him.

"Yan Fangsheng!"

Yan Fang turned his head.

"If you need to find me, don't be shy!"

Yang Hexu really left this time. He walked so fast that he couldn't find the time to slip through the crowds. Yan Fangsheng was in a trance and lost his mind all night, trying to recall what he was thinking when he was in a daze, but he couldn't find it If you can't pick it up, there are only bits and pieces that keep falling in your impression.

Sitting down on an empty bench by the street, Yan Fangsheng took out the cell phone that hadn't been touched all night. The battery was still sufficient, and the network was always on, but there was no news.

There are no phone calls, chats, or messages.

At [-]:[-] in the morning, the fog had cleared, and scattered crowds entered the hospital. Yan Fangsheng felt uncomfortable in his stomach, and shook out a cigarette, which he did not light.

Stop and observe passers-by, and you will always find something interesting.

Arguing couples, happy mother and son, anxious passers-by, he rarely has time to sit outside, yearning for the pleasure of escaping at this moment.

Yan Fangsheng knew exactly what he was running away from, but he didn't want to think about it, as if blindly looking for something to do would fill his mind.

Yan Fangsheng knew very well that this was not a good state.

In the past, when a problem was discovered, it would be the first time to think of solving it. This time it was solved, but the remaining problems were so complicated that Yan Fangsheng didn't even want to start dealing with them.

It seems that as soon as I start to deal with it, everything at hand will collapse from the source.

You can't go back on your word, can you?You can't go back on your word before things are handled well.

The incoming call disturbed Yan Fangsheng's thoughts, and the cigarette he was holding flicked and almost dropped.

He took out his cell phone, glanced at it, and answered it calmly.

"Comrade! We have already brought him back to the Public Security Bureau, and the money in the account has not been transferred. We will return it to you the same way after we hand over it here."

Xu Donglin is legally illiterate and stupid.

The old policeman chattered and said a lot.

When he hung up the phone, Yan Fang sneered, and lit his cigarette anyway. It's really not enough to be tricked by such a stupid detour.