Fu Yuzheng worked late that day, and it was nearly ten o'clock when he got home from get off work.

In the afternoon, when the critically ill patient transferred from the department was pushed out of the ambulance, a gash more than ten centimeters long from the forehead to the top of the head was gushing blood, like running water for free, entering the hospital gate When the patient was unconscious, he could only contact the operation center immediately and add an emergency operation.

The operation center was doing preliminary preparations, and time was waiting for no one. Fu Yuzheng walked briskly, took the patient cases handed over by his assistant, and walked through the glass corridor while flipping through them.

The doctors who accompanied him to the operation center had already mastered his "race-walking" foot speed. At worst, when he walked, the others trotted to keep up—no way, who let Dr. Fu be born with long legs, One step is better than three steps.

He was very calm and didn't panic at all.

Fu Yuzheng glanced at the transfer record, frowned slightly, and asked the assistant beside him, "He transferred from the Endocrinology Department of the Second Hospital?"

The doctor beside him coughed and said, "Ah... yes."

Fu Yuzheng: "The Second Hospital really deserves its reputation. Can the Department of Endocrinology give a prescription?"

Moreover, it was opened as soon as it was opened. It is also a general hospital, and it is not impossible to do emergency suture of the head. What is the effort to transfer to such an emergency?

"..."

Doctor Xiao Liang came up at the right time, took out a few MRI images from the bag, and handed them to Fu Yuzheng: "Uh...Teacher Fu, take a look at this."

Fu Yuzheng took the image and pointed it at the glass wall of the corridor. The afternoon sunlight came through, and the shadow of a tumor in the patient's intracranial hypothalamus and pituitary gland was clearly exposed in his sight.

Fu Yuzheng put the video into a bag, and instantly understood the cause and effect.

Craniopharyngioma——No wonder the patient had to be consulted in the Department of Endocrinology for a long time. Since the growth location of the tumor affects the hormone level in the body, it directly caused the sexual and functional level of this adult male patient. Fu Yuzheng roughly turned the case forward a few pages , Sure enough, I saw the patient's medical records for the past year. The drugs used were mainly for therapeutic dysfunction, either impotence or premature ejaculation.

Now that the cause is clear, it is only natural to transfer to Qinghaishen Surgery.

After a while, the aseptic changing room arrived. Fu Yuzheng closed the medical record book. He didn't have time to review it in detail. He handed it to the doctor beside him and asked, "When was the brain tumor discovered?"

Dr. Liu, who was in charge of transfers, said, "That...was just two hours ago."

"..." Fu Yuzheng took off his white coat, and the nurse in the operation center helped him put on the belt of the lake-green sterile suit: "Then when you get excited, grab the ground with your head and spray blood to celebrate?"

"..."

The doctors next to me who were wearing surgical gowns couldn't hold back when they heard this, and they all burst out laughing.

After getting along for so long, they have discovered one of Dr. Fu's characteristics. How can I put it, coldness is really coldness, but if there is a taunting skill in this cold tone, it is definitely powerful, and it must be able to One sentence is a master of heart attack.

Dr. Liu suppressed a smile, and replied: "No...the key point is that this buddy's psychological construction is too weak. He has been treating himself for a year...that problem, and finally found that the problem is not at the bottom, but at the top , suddenly collapsed, and it is said that before leaving the door of the NMR room, he directly hit his head on the MRI machine. At that time, he was still yelling, "The place that should be hard is not hard, what use is this iron head for me!" The scene... 嗐!"

Fu Yuzheng was dressed neatly, his entire face was hidden under a medical mask, leaving only a pair of deep and cold eyes, his eyes were calm and without warmth. After listening to Dr. Liu's vivid retelling, he turned around and walked to the door without even showing a trace of a smile , touched the electric brake button under the door with his toes, and walked out of the locker room.

Dr. Liu gave a strange "Hey", turned around and asked the colleagues around him while wearing gloves: "Isn't what I said funny? Why didn't he respond at all?"

A group of "angels in green clothes" comforted him happily: "No, no, it's our Director Fu who laughs too much, don't take it to heart... Oh, by the way, this year's New Year's Day party in the hospital, you will represent our department in the glorious battle." Let’s do stand-up comedy, at least you can’t give in to your talents!”

Entering the operating room, everything was ready. At this moment, a little nurse hurried over and shouted to the intercom video outside the door: "Doctor Fu, Doctor Fu, wait a minute, the family members have a request for surgery!"

Fu Yuzheng was a little surprised, frowned slightly, and asked, "What request?"

"The family members strongly demanded the craniotomy, and they had to remove the tumor directly!"

"Impossible." Fu Yuzheng's tone was calm: "The skull is damaged, and a series of intracranial examinations have not been done, and the current tumor is too large, and direct resection is courting death. I told my family that today I can only suture it locally, and the tumor surgery needs to wait. After radiotherapy, the tumor can only be performed when it reaches the surgical standard, and whether to perform a total resection or a partial resection should be decided according to the actual situation of the patient at that time."

"I said it, but the family members don't do it!" The little nurse said anxiously: "Especially his wife, crying and saying 'you can only suffer once, how can you open your head twice', she has to cut her husband's head today. Clean and tidy——Doctor Fu, what should I do!"

Fu Yuzheng calmed down his breathing, controlled his emotions within the most ideal range before the operation, and made a final decision without emotion: "Contact the doctor-patient office and let them coordinate and solve it." After a second pause, he asked again: "The pre-operation notice Have you signed the anesthesia consent form?"

The anesthesiologist replied in a timely manner: "It's all signed."

Fu Yuzheng nodded and stopped talking nonsense: "Then start the operation."

After the urgent operation was over, Fu Yuzheng was busy in the hospital for a long time, and came out of the bathroom in the staff center of the hospital.

All day long, apart from drinking a cup of strong tea to refresh himself after the operation, he didn't eat a grain of rice at all. He drove out of the hospital gate, and the pain in his stomach came back belatedly.

However, Fu Yuzheng didn't have the slightest thought of going to eat something to appease his poor stomach first. The work was over, but there were more difficult things waiting for him.

The car was parked in the parking space downstairs, and Fu Yuzheng habitually glanced in the direction of the window at home through the thick night.

I can't tell what kind of psychology it is, although he is cold and hard to get close to, even in the hot summer like gold and stone, his whole body exudes a cool temperament that strangers should not enter, but since he was young, he has always preferred warm-toned lights and shadows faint.

Whether it is an incandescent lamp or an LED lamp, in his opinion, it is not as bright as the warm light of a handful of candles, which can illuminate people's inner peace and tranquility.

But now, the warm yellow light projected into his eyes through the thin lead-colored clouds floating around and through the window of the living room on the 26th floor seems to have expelled all the tiredness accumulated during the day, giving him a day. This illusion of emptiness and weightlessness is extremely unreal, but it breeds indescribable greed in people.

Fu Yuzheng locked the car and went upstairs. When he walked to the door of the elevator, he suddenly thought, Is it really because of that quiet warm light, or is it because of the figure behind that light?

He has never been alone, and how has he ever tasted the feeling of being quietly waited for?

The sound of the door opening woke up the drowsy Zhang Nan who was leaning on the sofa. He had been taking medicine for a long time, and his biological clock had basically formed under the action of the medicine. I am on the night shift, and I will inevitably make a call to the video landline at home. I must see people lying on the bed obediently and preparing to fall asleep before giving up.

But today is different, Zhang Nan didn't wait for the person who came home after get off work after six o'clock, and he didn't wait for the call to let him sleep three hours later.

After Fu Yuzheng entered the door, he put the car keys on the shelf in the entrance, lowered his head to change his shoes, Zhang Nan got up from the sofa, stretched the hem of his pajamas, and said, "I'm back, it's very late today."

"Night shift." Fu Yuzheng changed his shoes and went into the room, and stood five steps away from him, the two of them stared at each other in silence for a few seconds, each was speechless, after a long while, Fu Yuzheng asked: "Are you still awake? "

Zhang Nan's heart sank, a bleak smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, he nodded and said, "Awake."

I don't know whether this is God's blessing or God's bad luck. The longest time Zhang Nan was awake intermittently was no more than two hours before, but this time, it lasted for nearly twelve hours-it seemed that he was hiding. However, it was somehow destined that he would take the broad road of "confession and leniency" tonight.

Fu Yuzheng squeezed the space between his eyebrows, walked to the sofa and sat down, with a hint of tired hoarseness in his cold and deep voice: "It's just right, let's talk."

Chatting is a must, after all, it was Zhang Nan who said this in Lin Jie's consultation room, but now that the person he confesses to returns late at night, he can't hide the tiredness between his brows... Zhang Nan sighed deeply, turned around Walking towards the restaurant: "Yes, but you eat first."

Fu Yuzheng was a little surprised. Just as he was about to speak, he was interrupted by the sound of the bottom of the plate knocking on the solid wood dining table. Zhang Nan stood in the dining room and brought down the barley and pumpkin porridge that had been simmering in the casserole for a long time. He yelled into the living room: "What are you doing sitting here, go wash your hands, come and eat."

Through the orange light and shadow, Fu Yuzheng watched Zhang Nan put the casserole porridge on the table, then turned around and went to the kitchen. After a while, he brought back the freshly mixed cold dishes one after another, and then went to get the bowls and chopsticks , There were mixed feelings in his heart for a while, and finally he rubbed his face vigorously, washed his hands as promised, and came to the restaurant.

Zhang Nan filled two bowls of porridge and sat down opposite Fu Yuzheng. Fu Yuzheng watched him pick up the bone china spoon and asked, "You didn't eat it either?"

"No." Zhang Nan took a sip of the porridge and felt that it was not very sweet, and said, "When you come back together, there seems to be less rock sugar. You can try it."

His tone was flat and natural, and naturally at that moment, Fu Yuzheng even suddenly had an illusion, as if they should be like this, coming back from ordinary work, returning late at night, waiting for people, and a bowl of warm porridge .

He was startled by his own thoughts.

After Fu Yuzheng drank half a bowl of porridge quietly, his pale and tired face eased a bit, Zhang Nan finally put down the spoon, raised his head, and said, "I apologize first, anyway, no matter what the reason, this matter was concealed." It's my fault for you, it's true...it's not very proper."

The topic changed without even a "ready to start". Fu Yuzheng was immersed in the sweetness of pumpkin porridge one second, and almost bit his tongue the next second. Fortunately, his expressionless facial muscles rescued him from the invisible , taking a breath, he didn't answer the "apology", but just asked: "What did Jie Lin say?"

Zhang Nan did what he said, and confessed the results of Lin Jie's assessment in the morning, and finally concluded: "Doctor Lin said that if the current state can be maintained, then I..."

"How about it?"

"Tends toward recovery."

These four words were spoken calmly, and then the two of them remained silent for a long time.

After a long time, Fu Yuzheng put down the porcelain spoon and said, "Congratulations."

Zhang Nan's heart was suddenly desolate, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was forced to the extreme: "Thank you very much."

If Fu Yuzheng hadn't broken the self-principle again and again and accompanied him to perform this "farce" that has not settled down and risen again and again, I am afraid that he is still sinking and lost in the parallel world of reality and delusion. Fu Yuzheng switched the script in his hand from "Lu Yuxing" to "Ji Chen", and held him tightly in the chaotic fantasy space, struggling to drag Zhang Nan into the real world. I'm afraid...his problems have long been Evolution is so serious that it cannot be cured by drugs and psychotherapy.

And people like Fu Yuzheng are cold and rebellious... The question that Zhang Nan has been dormant in his heart for a long time, ready to ask, has finally sprung up like bamboo shoots after a rain.

He propped his hands on the dining table and pressed his fingertips hard where the other party couldn't see, as if he wanted to use this strength to add a sense of loneliness to himself. He asked, "Can you tell me why you keep helping me?"

Fu Yuzheng raised his eyelids and looked at him.

After a long time, he asked back, "Why do you think I am?"

Zhang Nan: "..."

I ask you or you ask me?

Can't afford it, can't you!

The author has something to say: Nineteen: Hurry up, you two, if you can’t do it, fight on the bed (bushi)!

Fu Xiaozheng: Fight?Oh, I let him have one hand.

Zhang Xiaonan: Hehe, I am being modest, I let him have three legs (bushi).

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