Hold on, you can't bend!

The morning sunlight flows into the room through the gaps in the gauze curtains, condensing into a warm yellow light halo on the log-colored floor, and beside the light and shadow are scattered snow-white drawings.

The person lying on the bed opened his eyes in the morning light, a strong sense of dizziness hit him, and his body senses lost weight in an instant. Zhang Nan lay on his back on the bed, blinked his eyes, accompanied by the first ray of bright warm sun, thinking about the ultimate life Profound meaning——

Who am I, where am I, and what am I doing?

At this moment, the originally clear eyes became gloomy and gloomy. The next second, when he turned his head, he saw the manga manuscripts scattered under the bed.

The contours of the characters are graceful and neat, and the sketch shows a tall man standing in the warm sun, smiling at him.

Consciousness suddenly sank, Zhang Nan sat up from the bed with a "crack", looked around for a while, stepped on the wooden floor with bare feet, with a smile on his mouth, and then walked quickly to the door of the room, and pushed it away with a "bang". door.

Downstairs in the dining room, the parents who were drinking porridge shook their porridge bowls when they were frightened by the earth-shattering noise. When they looked up, they saw Zhang Nan wearing a white cotton pajamas, standing on a crossbar with one leg, next to the stairs in the corridor on the second floor. The expression on Qing Jun's face was flying, and the original pair of red phoenix eyes that were hooked inwards and warped outwards had been swollen into big inner eyes due to the hangover, but they still couldn't hide the fanatical look in them.

Professor Zhang put down the porcelain bowl, looked suspiciously and shocked at Zhang Nan, who hadn't been out of the room since being sent home by Jiang He last night, and after a long while, hesitantly asked, "That...you're awake, son, cough ...Would you like porridge?"

Zhang Nan's eyes were as light as empty clouds, and he glanced past the two people downstairs, then curled his lips into a sneer, and asked back, "Son?"

Stepmother Qin Youzhi put down her chopsticks, glanced at her semi-petrified husband, and murmured, "...what's the matter, Xiao Nan...you, aren't you our son?"

Zhang Nan: "I'm returning your grandson, and... who is Xiao Nan? Is such a nondescript name that is trying to catch up with the earth in every painting, is it worthy of my free and unrestrained temperament?"

Zhang Mo, who personally named his son 24 years ago, "..."

Qin Youzhi, who usually likes the baby name of stepson very much, "..."

During this period of time, watching his son fall into boundless deep anxiety, a certain long-dormant uneasy premonition was infinitely magnified at this time, Professor Zhang resisted the shock of his heart, and asked with luck, "Then...then you are? "

Zhang Nan raised his head handsomely, with the youthful look on his brows and eyes, like a student doing the second set of radio gymnastics in the playground, stroked his bangs on his forehead, and announced confidently and firmly with youthful vitality——

"There is no defeat in the world, and it is all about love! I, for the sake of chasing love, go all the way without hesitation—Si Zehan!"

Everyone is silent.

A few seconds later, Qin Youzhi's vague premonition came true, grabbed Zhang Mo's arm, and squeezed a few words through his teeth to his husband.

"Go downstairs and drive to the hospital!"

At eleven o'clock in the morning, in the outpatient hall of Qinghai Hospital.

The outpatient hours started at [-]:[-] in the morning, and by this time, eight patients were still sitting on the rest chairs in the waiting area outside the second neurosurgery clinic.

I have completely confused the reality, completely immersed in my previous comic scripts, thinking that I am the protagonist in the first pure love comic "When I first met, I love you the most" drawn by "Si Zehan", a college student of the Academy of Fine Arts Zhang Nan, on the way to the hospital, after a lot of hard lobbying by his parents, finally consciously equated his parents with "Si Zehan's" parents.

The call sign outside the outpatient clinic displays the time and the name of the patient. Zhang Nan is sitting on a chair under the display sign, with Zhang Mo on the left and Qin Youzhi on the right. The classic shape of Roujiamo is impossible to run away.

In the consulting room, Fu Yuzheng was wearing a medical mask. Only a pair of cool and bright eyes could be seen on the whole face. The eyes were light and had no warmth. Only occasionally when answering the patient's cautious questions in front of him, the ends of the eyes would be slightly curved. , inadvertently revealed a hint of comfort.

After the hospitalization form was issued, Fu Yuzheng handed the medical card to the patient in front of him, raised his chin at the assistant table next to him, and said softly, "Go to Dr. Liang to get a copy of the "Admission Guide", and then go directly to the ninth floor of the ward." Let’s go to the second neurology department for hospitalization.”

It was a skinny old lady who came to ask a doctor, and her daughter should be by her side. Seeing what Fu Yuzheng said, she nodded hurriedly, and did not forget to thank her when she got up.

After a few words of thanks, the patient's family members were still uneasy, and asked him in a low voice, "Well... Dr. Fu... my mother's surgery, is, is it you who performed the surgery?"

Fu Yuzheng raised his eyelids from the upper edge of the mask, pondered for a second, and replied, "For the patients I admit, if there is no accident, I will do the surgery, but it depends on the specific situation. Of course, if you have a doctor you trust more, wait After I get out of the clinic, you can also go to the medical office to communicate with me."

"No, no, no!" Without waiting for her daughter to speak again, the old lady hurriedly said, "I just want you to perform an operation on me, and to register your outpatient specialist account, which is for you! Doctor Fu, this operation is only for you I'm relieved!"

"Okay." Fu Yuzheng's eyes didn't fluctuate, he just said, "Go."

After coming to Qinghai Hospital for more than a month, Dr. Fu, who is known as the "last high mountain flower" of neurosurgery, only occasionally shows such a gentle temperament when facing patients.

A patient had seen it, and Fu Yuzheng glanced at the number of outpatient waiting lists on the table, and there were the last eight.

He picked up the thermos cup next to him and took a sip of water. While pressing the call button, he took out an alcohol wipe and wiped it again.

Maybe it is caused by the experience of studying medicine, maybe it is caused by habit

Well, Dr. Fu has a slight cleanliness addiction, and the smell of medical alcohol can give him a little peace of mind when he is a little tired.

Outside the outpatient clinic, the number on the sign indicating the change of the number was called, and the mechanical female voice reminded, "please go to the second consultation room for patient No. 021, and please go to the second consultation room for patient No. 021."

Sitting in the waiting area, Zhang Nan was as steady as Mount Tai, unmoved.

Qin Youzhi gave Zhang Mo a look, and Professor Zhang understood instantly, pulled Zhang Nan's sleeve, and said softly, "Son...it's your turn."

Zhang Nan looked at his father with deep suspicion, and asked uncertainly, "Are you... sure it's my father?"

Professor Zhang has never been so sure before, and nodded fiercely, "That can't be wrong!"

Zhang Nan was even more puzzled, and half a second later, his expression became clear again, "Then your childhood life was very hard, didn't it... you didn't have the conditions to go to school?"

Born into a scholarly family, professor Zhang from the Academy of Fine Arts, who has been influenced by culture since childhood, "...Why do you ask that?"

Zhang Nan pointed to the call sign of the outpatient clinic, and said word by word, pitifully and solemnly, "Come on, Dad, read to me——Ang Zhang, it's Annan, Zhang Nan, it's not me, my name is—Si, Zi'e Ze, drink An Han, Si Zehan!"

Professor Zhang "..."

This pronunciation is really at the level of a successful elementary school graduate!

There was a stalemate between the two sides, and the air was silent. After a while, Qin Youzhi's typical businessman thinking highlighted his advantages at this time. He pulled Zhang Nan up, gritted his teeth and said, "The scalper, the name is not important, let's go!"

"Then..." Zhang Nan was supported by his parents, dragging him step by step into the outpatient room, speaking plausibly, with a helpless tone, "What is the purpose of all this early morning trouble..."

The door opened, Zhang Nan raised his eyes at the door, and Fu Yuzheng, who happened to be sitting behind the white desk, also looked up. The sun in May poured in from the glass window behind him, and the mottled and jumping spots of light illuminated the face. The cold man added a bit of warmth, except for a pair of deep and quiet eyes, the rest of his face was covered by a medical mask, but just looking at it from a distance like this, Zhang Nan felt that his breathing slowed down by a beat. .

"Probably..." He was stunned for a moment, before completing the self-question and self-answer session of his own question with a fluttering voice.

"—Because of love"

Zhang Nan was stunned at the door of the outpatient room, staring fixedly at the man not far away. Similarly, the second Fu Yuzheng saw him, Gujing Wubo's heart instantly lifted to the top of his head——

It turned out to be the young man in the bathroom of the bar last night!

This damned fate was as sour and refreshing as the first meeting, and even the medical mask on his face couldn't stop the encounter.

"you……"

Fu Yuzheng's expression moved slightly, and in the next second, he saw that young man who battled with him last night, who was so close to winning or losing, once again demonstrated the long-lost stunt of martial arts. With a gesture, he rushed in front of him with a "swish", leaned his hands on the desk, and said with burning eyes——

"you--"

Fu Yuzheng's face was calm and calm, but a storm suddenly set off in his heart——

Recognize him? !

So the mask on his face is transparent?

Zhang Nan's chest rose and fell violently, and it took him a long time to calm down his breathing, and a smile slowly appeared on the corner of his mouth.

What do you mean by "there is no place to find when you step through the iron shoes, and there is another village where the willows are dark and the flowers are bright"? !

What is Brother Lu who thinks day and night, appearing in front of my door? !

It's about now!

Zhang Nan smiled slowly, "So you are here?"

Fu Yuzheng... Sure enough! ! !

Zhang Nan stared at Fu Yuzheng's eyes exposed on the top of the mask, and laughed with a bit of relief, "No wonder I couldn't find you before, so I changed my workplace, why, are you hiding from me? "

Fu Yuzheng "...Huh?"

Zhang Nan looked at those eyes that looked like a deep pool of still water, and suddenly a hint of surprise flashed across them. He waved, sat down on the reclining chair in front of the desk, took a deep breath, and said with a light smile, "Okay." , no need to explain, no matter why you left, I have met you again now, so don't try to hide from me anymore - Dr. Lu."

Wen Yan finally fell into deep self-doubt, so that he glanced at the doctor's nameplate on the table from the corner of his eye, and clearly saw Doctor Fu with the word 'Fu Yuzheng' "..."

Brother, may I ask if you even vomited out your brain last night?

Fu Yuzheng lowered his eyes and pondered for a few seconds, weighing for a moment whether the other party had "recognized himself" or "recognized himself wrongly", and finally let go of his thoughts, focusing on outpatient hours and work.

Dr. Fu ignored Zhang Nan's fanciful words, just held out one to him indifferently, and said softly, "Medical card."

Yo, playing hard to get or deliberately covering up?

Zhang Nan's thoughts turned slightly, he saw through but didn't say anything, with a bewildered smile similar to "I'll just watch you act quietly" on his face, he took out his medical card from his pocket and handed it over.

Fu Yuzheng took the card and placed it on the card reader sensor. The patient's outpatient information automatically appeared on the computer screen. Doctor Fu glanced at it——

Name Zhang Nan

age 24

Home address xxxxxxxx

"Where is it uncomfortable?" Fu Yuzheng hung his fingertips above the keyboard, ready to fill in the patient's main complaint. The fluorescence of the computer screen reflected his handsome eyebrows and eyes. He raised his eyes and glanced at the person opposite, speaking.

There is no trace of anger.

Zhang Nan thought about it, and said honestly, "Stomach hurts."

"..."

Fu Yuzheng paused while typing.

A chuckle came from the opposite side, Fu Yuzheng raised his eyes slightly, and saw the young man in front of him smiling harmlessly, his eyes were bright as if they were shining, he blinked slowly, and asked him with a smile——

"Doctor Lu, do you need a gastroscope color ultrasound or something?"

Fu Yuzheng let out a long sigh of relief, and looked at Zhang Nan again with a light and slow gaze, as if looking at a mentally retarded person.

Any neurosurgeon from an authoritative hospital would probably not be able to accept the facts in front of him.

First, my surname is really not Lu.

Second, I am a neurosurgeon.

And now the situation -

If you say you didn't come here to mess things up, who will believe it?

Is the obsession with the stomach so deep?

The author has something to say, yes, Zhang Xiaonan... wears...

Zhang Xiaonan finally has something to look forward to in these days of no one and nothing to rely on...

Doctor Fu is indeed him, the man who vomited with me yesterday and changed my surname today...

Boo!Thanks for chasing, nineteen loves!

The red envelopes in the front row of the comment area will drop~

Love everyone, a~

感谢在202104118:06:25~2021041520:01:0期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel nat who cast the rocket launcher;

Thank you for the little angel Kageyama who threw the mine;

Thanks to the irrigation nutrient solution, the little angel Bailu is double 20 bottles; the happiness that will grow up is 2 bottles; Tongqi, Jiang Huahua's Fentou, and Linmao are 1 bottle;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!