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Sitting on the chair in the corridor, Jing Zhuo stared at the people coming and going in a daze.

Men, women, young and old, those in hospital gowns were helped to move slowly, those in a hurry with medical records, those in wheelchairs with their eyes closed, and...

There are also Zi'er who are shouting and running back and forth.

Jing Zhuo has no love for animal cubs, and especially hates children, especially the ones that can make a fuss while shaking their noses.

It was already depressing enough to come out of the old lady's ward, but it was even more annoying to hear this movement.

The two nurses chased the child halfway down the corridor, and the child became more and more vigorous, as if he was going to knock down the building.

Jing Zhuo was about to get up to help the nurse stop the child, but he grabbed his knee suddenly.

Wide-eyed and small-eyed, the child looked at him for a while, then wailed happily and patted him vigorously.

Jing Zhuode is glad that he is a high school teacher and not a kindergarten teacher.

Resisting the urge to throw him away, Jing Zhuo tried to reason with him: "Don't make noise in the hospital..."

The children wailed louder.

Suddenly a person stood in front of him, and the child was snatched away.

"Go to the radio station to find his parents." It was a handsome toilet paper tube that picked up the child, and he handed the child to the nurse, and sat next to Jing Zhuo.

"Did you get kicked out by Section Chief Huang?" Cheng Luo rested his hands on the back of Jing Zhuo's chair, "A bitter melon face in our department was almost scolded and cried by her once, because the injection failed to find the right blood vessel."

"That bitter face," Jing Zhuo recalled for a moment, "Did he also work as a substitute for surgery?"

"It's him." Cheng Luo laughed, but An Wei's face was so recognizable, "I was also scolded and cried by her when I was first transferred."

Jing Zhuo turned to look at him in surprise.

"Tell me to practice drawing blood hard, and I broke five rubber tubes, and I tied the blood collection model into a voodoo doll." Cheng Luo also turned to look at him, smiled, and stretched out his hand, "Accidentally stabbed it into a voodoo doll." I still have scars."

There are two small pale scars on the long index finger.

But this "accidentally stab yourself" is a bit mentally retarded, Jing Zhuo pulled his hand away from his face: "Really?"

"Fake." Cheng Luo stood up and finished running the train with his mouth full, "The cat bit me."

"Cats...can bite people?" Jing Zhuo was distracted by his sharply descending train, and suspected that this sentence was also made up.

Cheng Luo had already left for the duty room, but when he heard this, he turned his head: "Cheng Xinran has fought several battles with it because of being bitten."

"Shao, are you very interested in my cat?" The cat nestled quietly in the sink and did not come out when I went to Cheng Luo's house. Jing Zhuo had never seen it before, "Come to my house to see the cat another day?"

"...No more." Jing Zhuo was chattered by him for a while, and the depression in his heart unknowingly sorted out a little, "Go to your business."

When he entered the ward, his cousin came out again and gave him a bed companion certificate. Now the hospital strictly requires one person and one escort, and double certificates are checked.

"Cousin, go back and rest, I've troubled you for the past two days." Jing Zhuo said to this cousin he didn't know.

On the hospital bed, the old lady couldn't tell whether she was asleep or awake, she frowned and said nothing.

After seeing off relatives, Jing Zhuo opened the suitcase.

It is unhygienic to lie directly on the escort bed in the hospital, shake off the bedspread used in the hotel, and Jing Zhuo pulls the curtains and stretches for a long time.

"Tremble so that no one can sleep!" Huang Xiumao yelled at him, and then coughed.

Jing Zhuo fetched water for her, and shook the bed: "I asked for leave from the unit."

Huang Xiumao only took a sip, and now it is difficult to drink water.She was silent for a long time: "Come on [-], your aunt is on [-], and there is also a full-time nurse here."

The old lady finally compromised, and Jing Zhuo felt a lot more at ease: "Call me if you feel uncomfortable."

Staying in bed four days a week, originally thought that 24 hours a day, [-] days a week would be a no-brainer, but Jing Zhuo really overestimated his physical strength.

Huang Xiumao's condition is indeed not optimistic. Taking medicine, injections, bladder irrigation, and catheter insertion, his body is getting worse day by day, and he can't even do a biopsy.The old lady complained of pain half the time every day, and she couldn't have surgery, so she could only take medicine to relieve symptoms and take painkilling injections.

A person who is usually so strong is also tossed out of shape in front of cancer.Huang Xiumao suffered from severe abdominal effusion, edema in his lower limbs, and his upper body was so thin that only a handful of bones remained. The rapid weight loss resulted in loose skin.

She wouldn't let Jing Zhuo do the work of wiping his body, and the nurse was busy with him.

I sleep lightly at night, and I can sleep for three or four hours intermittently.

Jing Zhuo's father was an only child, after a car accident many years ago, Huang Xiumao left Jing Zhuo under his knees, except for a cousin, there was no one who could take turns to accompany him in bed.

The school couldn't let go of it completely, after a week, Jing Zhuo's complexion was very bad, and he was tired and thin.

What was even more frustrating was that the landlord called early on Saturday morning, saying that there were relatives at home, and asked Jing Zhuo if he could waive one month's rent so that he could squeeze in with relatives.

The old lady radiated shoulder pain the night before, and he beat her all night, but now Jing Zhuo was so exhausted that he couldn't go back, he said "let's talk" and hung up.

Huang Xiumao should be more comfortable now, with good ears: "Nowhere to live?"

"Stop talking, just lie down." Her voice was muffled and sounded weak, Jing Zhuo got up in a daze and opened the window for ventilation.

"Unlucky thing." The old lady twitched the corners of her lips, "What good house can I rent here, live in my place."

Jing Zhuo was awakened by the second half of her sentence, and looked at her with swollen eyes.

At this time, Cheng Luo just came in to check the room, saw Jing Zhuo paused, then closed the door and backed out.

After a while, he came back again, holding two ice packs and a bottle of eye drops.

"It's red-eyed." He gave Jing Zhuo an ice pack, and leaned closer to pinch his eyelids, "It's a bit conjunctivitis."

Not an ophthalmologist!What are you talking about!

Feeling guilty in front of the old lady, Jing Zhuo took a step back, said "Thank you", and put the ice pack on his eyelids.

The ice is cool and close to the sore eyes, which is quite comfortable.

The past two days have been very hard for Cheng Luo. He travels to the ward every two hours on average. He is the only one attending, An Wei is the second assistant, and a female doctor is the first assistant.

He must have taken care of Huang Xiumao. When the old lady was in good condition, he would chat with her for a while, keeping an eye on all the indicators.

"Xiao Cheng," Huang Xiumao commanded him, "look for the bag next to my bed, which contains a bunch of keys."

"No need." Jing Zhuo took off the ice pack, "It's not convenient, my side is close to the school."

"How many days do you have to go to work now?" The old lady choked on him, "Move today, and I'll let your cousin come over later, and you come back on Tuesday, just look at you, like a grandson."

"Chief, he is your grandson." Cheng Luo tossed the key to Jing Zhuo.

"You are the only one with a mouth." Huang Xiumao closed his eyes, "Get him out."

"Go back and rest for two days." Cheng Luo didn't suggest that he stay here any longer. The old lady is still not doing well, so let him wear it down first. "There's me here, so don't worry."

The dizziness of getting up early has been lingering all the time, and I have no energy in my body. When I came back to my senses, I was already standing at the door of the ward holding the key.

The whole person is a little confused, dizzy, and his steps are fluttering. He has really lacked sleep in the past two days.

According to the old lady's instructions, Jing Zhuo found the second district of the county hospital. Jing Zhuo forgot how he found the building and entered the elevator after getting off the taxi.

The old lady's house was on the fifteenth floor, and the environment of the community was not at the same level as his dilapidated rental house. After entering the house, he was dazzled by the good lighting in the living room.

The three-bedroom and two-living room is about a hundred square meters. The interior decoration is surprisingly simple, and the house is kept spotless. Those who don't know it may think that the old lady lives in a model house.

But Jing Zhuo really didn't have the energy to go around the house and visit. The strings that had been tense for a week finally loosened, and he couldn't stand upright. Lie down, sleep to death.

To say that you died of sleep is really sleeping to death. When you wake up, the surroundings are dark, as if your soul is out of your body.

Jing Zhuo stared at the mold-free ceiling for a while, trying to recall where it was, what time it was, and how he got here.

Struggling to get up and look at the phone, pm8:49.

When I came here, I seemed very sleepy. I didn’t dare to drive and take a taxi when I was tired. I have no impression of going upstairs and entering the door. I rely on muscle memory to lie on the bed after washing up...

He understands the truth, but where did it come from?

My mind froze for a moment.

He supported his head, and when he sat up slowly, he became dizzy for a while, his nose was stuffed, and his body was weak, and he was so sore just sitting and supporting his body with his arms.

Knock knock, there was a knock on the door in the living room.

With blank question marks all over his head, Jing Zhuo staggered out of bed, and felt a chill when he got out of the bed, and walked towards the door in the dark step by step.

The door opened, and the warm yellow light of the corridor shone in.

The tall figure stood at the door, with his back against the light, he looked like a handsome guy in outline.

The handsome guy with the outline was stunned for a while before he opened his mouth: "What kind of shape are you...?"

Oh, it's Cheng Luo.

Jing Zhuo looked down at his own image, and suddenly woke up. He realized that he just passed out after putting on a pair of shorts after taking a shower based on muscle memory.

No wonder the quilt seems to follow into the ice cellar.

The area is too big, there is no need to cover it, Jing Zhuo bewilderedly stretched out his hand and gestured in front of him twice, then gave up.

But something else wasn't quite right.

He stared at Cheng Luo with blank eyes.

what's going on?

Cheng Luo looked at him for a while, then reached out and shook his face: "Spoon?"

"Huh?" Jing Zhuo's voice was nasal, and it was hoarse and sticky when he just woke up.

Cheng Luo's voice was also very soft. He reached out to turn on the corridor light at the door, and was stunned: "Why is your face so red?"

Jing Zhuo felt that he had been flooded with questions since he just woke up, he closed his eyes unhappily, and before he had time to think, his forehead was pressed down by a big hand.

Very cold hands, very comfortable to touch, he closed his eyes and did not move.

"...It's so warm." Cheng Luo sighed viciously.

Jing Zhuo was still confused: "Huh?"

"Shao, I have to tell you two bad news." Cheng Luo stepped in and closed the door, "First, you have a fever."

Jing Zhuo nodded, seeing him take off his coat and hang it on the coat rack, he finally remembered what was wrong.

Why is Cheng Luo here? !

Immediately afterwards, I finally realized where it was.

County Medical District [-].

The small gear that was missing in the brain was assembled back, and it finally turned around normally.

Jing Zhuo slowly opened his eyes.

"Second," Cheng Luo said, "I live opposite Section Chief Huang."