Hold on, you can't bend!

Zhang Nan cut the oranges into small pieces, put them into the fresh-keeping box in pieces, closed the four corners of the lid, and squeezed the last piece that couldn’t fit into his mouth. The orange smell was sweet and the taste buds were sweet. He put the fruit box into the lunch bag, As soon as he turned around, he met Jiang He's eyes with complicated emotions.

"What's your look like?"

Jiang He raised his chin towards the bento bag in his hand, and said sadly: "It's such a hot day, I came all the way to see you, thinking you were touched, I specially cut fruit to treat you... sit with me for a long time, even a piece I don’t have any orange slices?”

"What are you talking about..." Zhang Nan picked up the bento bag, walked from the kitchen to the living room, and said with a smile, "There are plenty of orange peels, just fill them up."

"Ah..." Jiang He looked up to the sky and sighed, wanting to cry, "The game between love and friendship, the latter loses everything again."

"Stop." Zhang Nan looked up at the clock on the wall, guessing that the time is almost up, and went directly to the entrance to change his shoes, "Your motives are impure, don't use friendship as a shield."

"Huh?" Jiang He was angry, "Why do I have impure motives!"

"It's just that we shared a table together and had a drink. How many times have you come to the door over and over again? What are you thinking? You don't have a recipe?"

Jiang He: "..."

Suddenly remembered his own character setting - the "drinking friend" that Si Zehan met by chance.

Okay, I was being rude.

"Hey, it's noon, what are you doing?"

Zhang Nan lowered his head to change his shoes, with a smile that could not be hidden in his tone: "Have lunch with Dr. Lu."

Since the hug at Lu Yuxing's house last time, they have resumed the original "love lunch" routine. During this period, as long as it is a working day, Zhang Nan will report to the Second Department of Internal Medicine of Qinghai Hospital on time every day. For the rest of his free time, he picks up lost and recovered inspirations, and basically spends them in the small studio at home, like a free traveler. He uses sketches to record every episode that happened between him and Lu Yuxing. Every smile that happened in ordinary days is reproduced in its own way.

"Fuck you..." Jiang He didn't know what to say for a moment, should he praise him for "deep love", or worry about him for "very sick"?In the end, I had no choice but to silently extend my thumbs up, and sincerely praised, "You are awesome."

"Stop talking." Zhang Nan picked up the phone on the partition, turned around and smiled, "We'll have a drink together when we have time."

Well, this is the order to evict guests. Jiang He sighed tiredly, not daring to delay the great goal of the cook to carry on love to the end, let alone delay Zhang Nan's normal treatment, so he had to go out with him. The people broke up, one went back to the unit to continue 996, and the other walked to the hospital to enjoy a pleasant lunch time.

The weather is getting hotter and hotter, and the sun in June is already scorching hot. When Zhang Nan walked into the ward building, his back was covered with thin sweat, and he was suddenly blown by the central air conditioner. He shivered for no reason. .

When he arrived at the second neurosurgery ward, he met Xiao Liang, a student led by Fu Yuzheng, who told him with a smile, "Teacher has surgery this morning, and it's not over yet. Let's go to the office and wait for him."

Zhang Nan said his thanks. This situation has happened more than once, and he is used to it. Fortunately, the weather is warm, so even if the waiting time is longer, the temperature of the food can be maintained.

In the operating room on the other side, Fu Yuzheng was wearing a lake-green surgical gown with a special surgical mask on his face, leaving only a pair of cold eyes and sweat marks on his forehead.

An intracranial aneurysm clipping operation. The patient was a 15-year-old boy. Due to the rupture of the aneurysm, the amount of bleeding was large, the growth of the aneurysm was secretive, and the adhesion to the surrounding brain tissue was serious, it took time to strip and separate the tissue and blood vessels. Quite a few, and finally the hematoma was cleaned up, and Fu Yuzheng's tense and hoarse voice relaxed a little, and he said to the first assistant: "Close the head, suture."

After the operation was over, the patient's vital signs were stable, and he was directly pushed into the special elevator for surgery, and went to the isolation ward for postoperative observation. Fu Yuzheng walked out of the operating room, and the family members waiting outside flocked to him. Nodding, he said to the child's parents: "Everything is going well, don't worry."

Taking off the surgical gown, Fu Yuzheng drank half a cup of warm water handed by his assistant in the lounge, and after briefly explaining a few precautions, picked up his white coat, walked around the connected curved corridor, and returned to the ward building .

At noon, the ward was quiet. When the doctor on duty saw him coming back, he said "hard work" first, and then said, "Well...who, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

Fu Yuzheng has never been to the staff canteen of the hospital since Zhang Nan became a "meal delivery person". This incident is no longer news in the Second Department of Neurology and even the entire B building, but today Fu Yuzheng stopped , a rare addition to the title of "who" with a definition: "My friend."

The doctor on duty was a little confused, and nodded dully: "Oh, the relationship...is really good."

Fu Yuzheng passed by the door of the duty room and returned to his office.

The major surgery is the most labor-intensive, and the chief surgeon is highly concentrated throughout the whole process, but the moment he opened the door, he saw the person at the table raise his head upon hearing the sound, and then there was a light smile in his eyes, and the string in his heart that had not yet shrunk, suddenly There is inexplicable relaxation.

Zhang Nan got up from the chair, and before Fu Yuzheng could do it himself, he handed over the single piece of alcohol wipes: "Wipe your hands and eat."

This is the conclusion he has observed carefully for so long - Dr. Lu has a slight obsession with cleanliness, and has a soft spot for medical alcohol wipes.

Fu Yuzheng tore open the packing bag, sat down and asked, "Are you anxious after waiting for a long time?"

"Soon." Zhang Nan lifted the lid of the insulated box, took off the lunch boxes layer by layer, and coded them up: "The temperature is just right, what a coincidence."

Mushu meat, Yipin tofu, Furong chicken slices, a small box of meatball soup and a box of cut fresh orange cubes. Fu Yuzheng looked at the dishes on the small table and raised his eyebrows slightly: "Today's dish...is very regional. Obviously."

Zhang Nan sat down opposite him, with a somewhat smug smile: "Yo, did you see that?" He handed over a lunch box containing steamed buns, "Didn't you say you were half an 'imported product' last time? I want you to taste the authentic taste of my hometown—oh, but the steamed buns are bought from the noodle shop downstairs of my house, and I really don’t know how to steam steamed buns.”

Fu Yuzheng glanced at these authentic northern dishes. They were full of color, fragrance, and taste. He picked up a steamed white steamed bun, and said with a smile, "It's so good that it impresses me."

The fatigue after the major surgery subsided quietly, and the half-day wait was worth it. The occasional conversation between the two of them used to be mostly from Zhang Nan, and Fu Yuzheng said "um" from time to time, but now the conversation between them The interaction seems to be more familiar and natural, and the role change is also natural. It is more like a "friend" than a "fan friend". Many times, Zhang Nan becomes a listener, listening to Fu Yuzheng's occasional chat Sufferers may also feel sighs or sighs.

Moreover, thanks to Fu Yuzheng's cooperation and help, Zhang Nan's situation has improved significantly, the anxiety he had experienced in the past has been relieved to a large extent, and the result of maintaining a happy mood for a long time is that the quality of sleep has improved a lot every day. Great improvement, Lin Jie prescribed the drug "Eszopiclone" to suppress anxiety, insomnia, and stabilize the nerves. At the beginning, Zhang Nan took one tablet orally every night before going to bed. With the help of the drug, he could sleep for about four hours. Up to now, the dosage has been reduced from one tablet per night to half a tablet, and the sleep time has been extended from four hours to five or six hours. Everything is developing in the right direction, and the disrupted life has gradually returned to normal.

And the most surprising thing is that apart from Zhang Nan's own happy situation, the relationship between the two has become more and more harmonious. Maybe it was intentional, or maybe it was unintentional at all. Invisibly, they left more time in their lives for the other side.

The weather is getting hotter and the cicadas are singing loudly. Zhang Nan and Fu Yuzheng's alone time is no longer limited to noon. Summer days are long. Sometimes when Fu Yuzheng gets off work at night or before he is on the night shift, they will make an appointment to go for a walk together. , just walk around.

The willows are green, and the section of the road between Fu Yuzheng's apartment and Qinghai Hospital has become the main route for their stroll.

The evening breeze was cool, blowing away some of the hustle and bustle of the day. Zhang Nan wandered around the gate of the hospital twice, sporting sweatpants and a white T-shirt, clean and upright. Pedestrians occasionally looked at him with some doubts. It is rare to see people who can still smile while lingering at the entrance of the hospital.

Not long after, Fu Yuzheng came out of the ward building on foot, and saw the figure under the clear light of the street lamp from a distance.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Zhang Nan stopped and turned around, waited for Fu Yuzheng to approach, and asked with a smile, "Doctor Lu has worked hard, are you tired?"

The doctor's work is intense, Fu Yuzheng has long been used to it, shook his head, raised his hand to look at his watch, and said, "It's okay, how long have you been waiting?"

He left the evening shift at [-]:[-], and it was less than [-]:[-], Zhang Nan replied, "It's only been a few minutes."

There was not much chatting or polite greetings between them. After greeting them, they walked side by side along the sidewalk where Fu Yuzheng went home.

Fu Yuzheng asked as he walked, "What are you doing this afternoon?"

Zhang Nan kicked a small stone with his toe, bent down to pick it up, held it in his palm, and said, "Drawing."

He has always been like this recently. Most of the time he spends alone is painting. Fu Yuzheng really wants to ask one more question—has the inspiration returned?But he was not sure what effect such words would have on Zhang Nan's psychology, so he gave up when the words came to his lips.

The moonlight was gentle and peaceful. On both sides of the path were nearby residents who were strolling after meals to digest food or enjoy the cool air. After walking a certain distance, Zhang Nan asked, "Do you want to go to the park?"

There is a quiet garden next to Qinghai Hospital. It is a new project to benefit the people implemented by the local government this year. The area is not large, but it has mountains and lakes. Fu Yuzheng had no objection and nodded.

There is an artificial lake in the center of Jingyuan. Antique fences are erected beside the lake, and star-shaped neon chains are wrapped around the railings, which are used as decorations and reminders.

A water-friendly viewing platform extends from the shore, reaching the center of the lake. When the two of them stepped onto the platform, Fu Yuzheng reminded: "Be careful where you step, stay away from the water's edge."

Zhang Nan leaned his back on the railing, facing the breeze in the evening, pointed to the warning sign next to him, and said with a smile, "The water is two meters deep, so where is it going? Doctor Lu, have you heard of white stripes in the waves?"

Fu Yuzheng smiled very lightly, and said, "Wouldn't it be four or fifty miles above the water, and seven days and nights under the water?"

"Hehe." Zhang Nan raised his eyebrows, and his tone was deliberately exaggerated: "Yes, Dr. Returnee, you are good at the profound traditional literature."

"How can I forget my roots?" The evening breeze was gentle, making people feel peaceful and relaxed. Fu Yuzheng also leaned on the railing, with his arms on the railing, as if thinking of some interesting past events, a smile gradually appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Zhang Nan was sensitive and asked, "What are you laughing at?"

"It's nothing..." Fu Yuzheng said, "It's just that I suddenly thought of the days when I just returned to China."

He grew up on the other side of the ocean. He lived in the UK as a child. Later, he went to study in a foreign country and lived alone in Moscow for many years. Even though his parents are Chinese, the lifestyle and educational background of many years still made him feel uncomfortable when he first set foot on the country. He is not used to being too social with people.

"During that time, in order to familiarize myself with the domestic lifestyle and the customs of the north as soon as possible, I did a lot of homework."

Zhang Nan asked curiously, "For example?"

Fu Yuzheng pondered for a moment, and said, "For example, during those days, I basically used my free time after get off work to do one thing."

Zhang Nan: "What's the matter?"

"..." Fu Yuzheng: "Chasing drama."

Zhang Nan: "???"

Suddenly feeling a bit blessed to the soul, a thought popped up in Zhang Nan's mind. He stared at Fu Yuzheng for two seconds, and spoke slowly: "What, what drama?"

"You...may have heard the theme song." Fu Yuzheng hesitated for a moment, took a step back, and answered in a disguised form—with a temperament like cold pines and cypresses, and a powerful aura of aloofness and indifference, he hummed a passage with his mouth. Zhang Nan, even the melody that people all over the country are familiar with——

"My hometown, hey, I live in this village. I am a native of this village. The village is not very big. There are mountains, waters, and forests. The neighbors are very harmonious, and the old and young men are more gregarious..."

Singing softly and slowly, after a few vague lyrics, Fu Yuzheng turned his head and asked sincerely: "That..."Country Love", have you seen it?"

Zhang Nan: "..."

Not only have I watched it, from the first to No.13, this fucking is a childhood drama suitable for all ages!

But that's not important, what's important is that I almost couldn't help laughing out loud in this situation where my whole family was shocked, what should I do? !