Hold on, you can't bend!

At noon, the doctors of the Second Department of Neurosurgery went home, and those who went to the restaurant went to the restaurant. Only two doctors stayed in the duty room and the whole ward was quiet and quiet.

"You are so ruthless..." Lin Jie said in a leisurely tone, "Didn't you say that you can't make him have big mood swings? You don't do your job well, you mediocre person!"

Fu Yuzheng was silent for a moment, feeling absurd: "You mean, in order to cooperate with the treatment, you have to accept his confession, and the object of your love directly took the script of 'Boyfriend' and continued acting?"

Lin Jie choked for a moment, and fell silent unexpectedly.

He and Fu Yuzheng are old friends. Back then, he was sent to Moscow State Medical University for further studies. He met Fu Yuzheng who was about to graduate with a Ph.D. and returned to China. Now they have become colleagues. He still knows a little about Dr. Fu. two.

With just this sentence, he understood Fu Yuzheng's subtext.

Zhang Nan was ill, but he was awake.

If he really nodded and agreed now, even if it was for the recovery of the patient, when Zhang Nan really recovered, he might not know how to deal with himself even more.

The two were speechless, and after a few seconds, Fu Yuzheng suddenly said, "Besides, I read the script yesterday."

Lin Jie: "Huh?"

Fu Yuzheng sighed, and his face rarely showed a bit of difficulty: "As for the cartoon he drew, "I Love You When I First Met", I read it last night."

Lin Jie: "..."

It's so mysterious that a straight steel man like Dr. Fu actually has the experience of watching manga late at night. Dr. Lin was immediately moved by his doctor's benevolence, and said bluntly: "I want to take back the complaints I just made, and become a doctor. Acting, no one is more conscientious than you!"

Fu Yuzheng threw the wrinkled alcohol wipes in his hands into the waste bin, he didn't accept the joke, but was a little puzzled: "This comic doesn't have much ups and downs, the college students fell in love with the doctor they met for the first time , sweet and sour love, everyone is happy in the end, but..."

Lin Jie: "But what?"

Fu Yuzheng sighed, and said, "In the first ten episodes, the protagonist...that is, Si Zehan, was also rejected in confession."

Lin Jie slightly opened his eyes wide: "So?"

Fu Yuzheng clasped his fingers, found a slightly relaxed position and leaned against the back of the chair: "So, I acted according to the rhythm of the plot. Is there any problem?"

"The problem..." Lin Jie digested the information in his words, and said helplessly, "The problem may be that the other party has the privilege to change the script at any time..."

Patients suffering from delusional mental illnesses may have prototypes in the fragmented plots and character relationships conceived in their consciousness, but their thinking logic is out of control, and all associations and emotional changes are only based on their own senses. , for this type of patients, there is actually no standard, unchanging script.

"Now he has misunderstandings about the identity and relationship between himself and you, but it doesn't mean that you can follow the original comic plot and develop step by step..."

Fu Yuzheng: "..."

Understood, it means that my life is up to him and not me.

So... Zhang Nan didn't show up in his office at noon today, largely because of what happened that night?

——It cannot be said that there is no connection, it is basically cause and effect.

Fu Yuzheng sighed silently.

"So, is there a mature treatment plan?"

Lin Jie shrugged and said, "There is a plan, but it needs his cooperation. But the key to whether he is willing or not, I think, is with you... Besides, he must cooperate with drug treatment in this situation, so the problem here, how do you-"

Before Lin Jie finished speaking, the door of the medical office was suddenly pushed open from the outside. The two turned around to look, only to see the friend who accompanied Zhang Nan to the hospital for the first time rushing into the office as if impatient, with an anxious expression on his face. Fixing his eyes on Fu Yuzheng, he rushed over with an "ooo", grabbed Fu Yuzheng's arm, and shouted as if seeing a savior: "Doctor Fu, please follow me to see Zhang Nan!"

He grabbed his arm, Fu Yuzheng stood up from the chair with a frown, and asked, "What's wrong with him?"

"He has locked himself in the studio for several hours! He won't open the door no matter who calls!" Jiang He said anxiously, with sweat on his forehead, "I really have no choice but to find you because I don't have your contact information—— Please go over and have a look, Professor Zhang and his wife are in a hurry, don't let anything happen to you!"

Fu Yuzheng made a decisive decision, pulled out his tightly gripped arm, opened the drawer and took out the car keys, his face sank like water: "Let's go!"

"Hey - lunch, lunch?!" The two walked out of Fu Yuzheng's office quickly, and the figure disappeared at the elevator entrance. Behind him, Lin Jie came back to his senses in a daze, and muttered to himself: "Oh I'll go... I'm the doctor in charge of the patient..."

The black Mercedes-Benz G500 was like a broken bamboo, and Juan rushed out of the hospital parking lot like the scorching sun at noon in May. Jiang He sat in the passenger seat, his hands tightly clutching the seat belt on his chest, shaking like a quail: "That... Fu, Doctor Fu... Take it easy... I'm a little more comfortable..."

The corners of Fu Yuzheng's lips were tightly pursed, and he was skilled in driving. The car drove out of the side road and merged into the main road. The speed of the car still did not slow down. In stark contrast to Zhang's handsome face, which always exudes the aura that no strangers should enter.

Taking a sharp turn, Fu Yuzheng was overtaking at the speed limit, and Jiang He was on the verge of tears: "Doctor Fu, calm down... Are you nervous... This accelerator pedal is a bit hard!"

Encountering a red light at the crossroad not far ahead, Fu Yuzheng stopped the car outside the stop line like a cloud, then glanced at him and asked: "I don't know where Zhang Nan lives, but without prompting You can find the door of his house accurately, do you believe it?"

"Ah?" Jiang He was stunned for a moment, his small eyes filled with great doubts: "Then I definitely don't believe it!"

When the light turned green, Fu Yuzheng shifted gears with one hand. The moment the big G changed the light, he rushed across the intersection again. Doctor Fu's calm voice came from the driver's seat: "If you don't believe me, why don't you tell me the address?"

Jiang He: "..."

Fuck, it doesn't hurt much, but it's extremely insulting.

The apartment where Zhang Nan lived alone was not far from Qinghai Hospital, and with the blessing of Fu Yuzheng's god-level driving skills, the two of them arrived downstairs in less than 10 minutes.

In a hard-covered small apartment with one elevator and one household, the elevator door opened, and the tamper-proof door of Zhang Nan's house was ajar. Jiang He pushed the door first and entered. When they came in, there was a trace of expectation in their eyes.

"Pay the doctor!"

Before there was too much politeness, Fu Yuzheng nodded his head as a greeting, and then raised his chin towards the door: "What's going on?"

"This is Xiaonan's studio..." Zhang Mowen sighed deeply, unable to hide his exhaustion in anxiety: "This morning, his mother and I came to visit him, only to find that he had locked himself in the studio for several hours. No matter how we tell the door not to open, there is really no other way, so..."

Fu Yuzheng nodded, looked up at the door panel of the studio, walked up to it after a while, knocked on it with his fingers, and said in a steady voice, "Zhang... Si Zehan, open the door."

One second, two seconds... There was no sound in the room separated by the door, and there was no reaction to the sound just now.

"This..." Qin Youzhi staggered two steps forward, and just about to knock on the door again, Fu Yuzheng turned his head slightly, stretched out a hand, palms facing it, and signaled her to be calm and calm.

As expected, Zhang's parents stopped in their tracks.

With embarrassment on his face, Jiang He suggested in a low voice, "Where's the spare key? How about... let's smash it right away?"

"There is no spare key in the studio, Xiaonan generally does not allow others to enter this room." Zhang Mowen took out his mobile phone from his pocket, "Slamming the door won't work, let me see... find a lock unlocking company..."

"Don't." Fu Yuzheng's indifferent eyebrows turned back to the closed door, the corners of his eyes slightly narrowed, his sharp but solemn gaze seemed to penetrate the door panel in front of him, and fell straight to the point where he might be curled up at this moment. On the guy in the corner of the room.

At this time, his situation should be very bad, either emotional breakdown, or chaos, but it is very inappropriate, but it is very strange that at this moment, the smile when Zhang Nan bid farewell to him the night before suddenly flashed in Fu Yuzheng's mind .

The moonlight was boundless, his profile was bathed in the lonely and hazy moonlight, and he said with a smile: "I won't give up."

We won't give up on you either.

Fu Yuzheng took a deep breath, and took a few steps forward, seeming to close the distance between him and the person inside the door. After a while, he said softly, "Open the door, it's me, Lu Yuxing."

Get into the action instantly, without hesitation.

"Why didn't you come to me for lunch at noon? I've been waiting for you in the office for a long time."

"I couldn't wait for anyone, so I had to come to the door in person. Why, what I just said last night, now—"

Before the words fell, everyone suddenly raised their heads.

With a soft "click", the door was pushed open from the inside.

The gust of wind came in through the gap, blowing the sweaty bangs on the forehead of the person in front of him, revealing the eyes that were always clear and smiling, but now mixed with confusion and confusion that could not be fully focused, Fu Yuzheng's Adam's apple slipped slightly——Zhang Nan Slowly raised his head.

Behind him is a messy white sketch, like scattered white snow petals, floating around when the wind blows.

"Lu... Doctor Lu..." It may be because of the long-term lack of water, Zhang Nan's voice was hoarse, he fixedly looked at Fu Yuzheng who was close at hand, and said in a daze: "I... I can't draw It's..."

"Xiao Nan!"

"How are you guys?!"

Zhang's parents, Zhang's mother and Jiang He saw that the door finally opened, and before the boulder landed in their hearts, Zhang Nan's wandering spirit was lifted above his head again, and rushed towards him, but in Zhang Mowen's hand, A second before grabbing his arm, Zhang Nan turned sideways slightly, and suddenly avoided.

"..."

Several people stopped and looked at him in disbelief.

But at this moment, Zhang Nan is like a little beast reckless in the deep mountains, stumbled and strayed into the bizarre real society, unfamiliar and resistant to everything around him, full of defense and vigilance, only looking at Fu Yuzheng Those eyes were full of fear and wet trust.

He opened his mouth again, but he just said: "I can't draw it anymore...why did it happen...I..."

"It's okay..." Fu Yuzheng's hand hanging by his side clenched into a fist, and he let it go when he didn't know it. Little by little, he put it on his shoulder, "Don't be afraid."

Fu Yuzheng's palm was dry and warm, and the temperature penetrated through the fabric of the T-shirt on his shoulders, as if with unspeakable magic power, he built a transparent but firm security fortress in Zhang Nan's heart, slowly dispelling the panic, folds, and tears in his heart. The huge bewilderment and uneasiness were gently smoothed away.

Zhang Nan's eyes flickered, and then he finally let go of the defense wrapped around his body, and with the strength of that hand, he slowly leaned into Fu Yuzheng's arms.

"Why is this...why can't I draw anymore?" Zhang Nan buried his entire face in the pocket of Fu Yuzheng's shoulder, and a small piece of water was quickly soaked under the collar of his black shirt, "I don't know...no I remember when I drew those paintings, the feeling and memory when I drew them...I can't remember them all...and the half sketch, holding a charcoal pencil, I don't know where to start...Why? so……"

The moment Zhang Nan approached, Fu Yuzheng's shoulders stiffened for a moment, but maybe it was because the tears on the neckline were too cold, or maybe there were other reasons that he couldn't say at this time, but unexpectedly he didn't Dodging away, listening to the intermittent, restrained cry of the person in his arms, after a few seconds, Fu Yuzheng's fingers on his shoulders moved slightly, and then slowly, they wrapped around his thin shoulders.

"It's okay, you...you're just sick, don't be afraid..."

The person in his arms was shocked suddenly, Zhang Nan slowly raised his head, looked at him in confusion and shock: "I'm sick... I?"

"Yes." Fu Yuzheng secretly breathed a sigh of relief, put his hands on his shoulders, his voice was soft, but with firmness that could not be ignored, "I have a little illness, it's okay, it will be fine..."

"I……"

"Si Zehan?" Fu Yuzheng tentatively called out the name of the protagonist of the manga, but Zhang Nan was stunned for a moment, and then nodded slightly.

Fu Yuzheng's hanging heart gradually returned to its place: "It's just a minor illness, not serious, but it will make you forget some things and remember some things, but this is all temporary and will get better."

There was a little blush at the end of Zhang Nan's eyes, imprinted on his fair skin, like a hazy rouge: "Then I..."

"I need to take medicine, I need to see a doctor, and I need to receive treatment." Fu Yuzheng looked at the red mark in the corner of his eye, and at this moment, he moved before he realized it, so he raised his hand and wiped the side of his eyelashes with his fingertips The last teardrop hung, "Don't worry, you will get better. You have parents, friends, and many people who miss you, so you have to have confidence, treat your illness well, and you will be fine."

Zhang Nan's eyes wandered far away, from unbelievable at the beginning, gradually transformed into a deeper and more captivating emotion, his beautiful lips were extremely tight, and in the wet and mottled water vapor under his eyes, he could not blink for a moment. looking at the person in front of him.

It's like asking for confirmation, more like waiting.

Looking at each other, Fu Yuzheng sighed softly.

"And I, too, will be with you."