Pain at minus 7 degrees Celsius

"Doctor Feng, what are you doing? Don't you want to use a scalpel again?" Yan Huachong frowned when Feng Zhichu suddenly swung his fist, and the nurses who came and went were curious about the source of the voice. He leaned over his head, so he hurriedly pulled him away from the wall.

"These hands are useless after all. If possible, I really want to cut open the Cheng family's chest to see if the beating heart inside is connected by blood. Cheng Yue is like this, how can they bear it?"

"The dean's father asked about him some time ago, but, you know his temper, how could he allow me to tell them the truth in that situation..."

"How is Cheng Han?"

"There is no rejection, and the inevitable infections in the later stage have been basically cured, and I can leave the warehouse in a few days. If there is no problem after a period of observation, I can be discharged from the hospital."

"Didn't he mention the process from the beginning to the end? Even if he gave him his ordinary life, he still can't let go of the past?"

"Cheng Han...he didn't know that the dean made the match for him."

"Is this what Cheng Yue meant or what his father meant?"

"I don't know." Yan Huachong shook his head helplessly. He really didn't know whose meaning it was. If it was Cheng Yue, it's okay to say, that person has such a temperament. Anyone knows, but if Cheng Yifan really meant it, how could he have the heart to open his mouth like this?

"Thank you, Doctor Yan, you have taken care of Cheng Han's affairs."

"Go back later and tell the dean that Cheng Han is in good condition today, and the time to get out of bed is a little longer than yesterday."

"En?" Seeing Feng Zhichu's confused expression when he turned around, Yan Huachong explained patiently.

"After the dean is discharged from the hospital, he will take time to sit at the door of Cheng Han's ward for a while every day, and even if he can't make it, he will make a lot of phone calls."

"Okay, I see."

Feng Zhichu was walking on the corridor of the ward. It was already evening when the sun was setting, and the afterglow of the setting sun came in through the large glass windows. He just walked forward step by step looking for the light.

Cheng Yue, why do you take care of everyone, but leave your own affairs behind and don't care so much? It's just an all-out effort to protect you, but it has become a rein that chokes people's throats.

Doesn't it mean that time will always accept everything you pay?

Is it mocking or are we powerless to fight after all?

"Boss, why did you come out to greet me in person?" Qiao Jiawen's voice was as joyful as ever, but this time, he was mature and free and easy after returning from school. When he saw Cheng Yue through the crowd, he still jumped up the steps like before. The straight suit on his body was even wrinkled.

"I can't wait to see how much you've improved during the time you've been out." Cheng Yue stood in the crowded hall, compared with Feng Zhichu who was standing aside, his almost tall and handsome figure was thinner by more than a circle.Only after Qiao Jiawen walked in did he confirm that the pale and thin face he saw in the bright sunlight just now was not an illusion.

Thinking of Feng Zhichu's greeting, he couldn't wait to ask: "I've only been out for forty or fifty days, how did you lose so much weight?"

"The weather is hot, so there are naturally fewer clothes to wear." Cheng Yue kept a smile on his face and said lightly, then turned around and walked back. Qiao Jiawen was suspicious, but the suit he was wearing was indeed in the scorching heat. He was almost roasted under the scorching sun, and the time between spring and summer in City A is horribly short. Often you were wearing a windbreaker yesterday, but you may have changed into a shirt or even short sleeves the next day.

Feng Zhichu, who didn't say a word, looked obviously ugly, and he didn't respond to his questioning gaze. Qiao Jiawen had been with Cheng Yue for so many years, and he still noticed the strangeness between the two, so he didn't say anything more. He followed the two of them to the elevator.

"Jiawen, please give me a copy of your exchange experience when you're done, as well as some ideas for observing surgeries and directions and examples that our hospital can learn from. You can make a detailed plan for me, and go back to rest for a few days first. Come back to work next week."

"Boss, I'm an academic exchange in name, but most of them are idle and can go to work at any time."

"There is no such thing as you who is rushing to be squeezed by the boss. Go home first to beat the jet lag!" Cheng Yue stood at the corner of the elevator with his head slightly lowered. He spoke in a casual tone, but he was always very close to him. Feng Zhichu could still hear his somewhat irregular breathing.

"Jiawen, if you want you to go back, go back. I have something to do with Cheng Yue. The two of us will go to his office first. We will prepare a reception banquet for you in the evening. We can just go there when the time comes."

After Feng Zhichu finished speaking, he pressed the elevator to lend strength to Cheng Yue calmly. Qiao Jiawen was indeed a little tired. Just now, he just watched the two people look listless and pretend to be heroes. Difficult.

"Okay, I'll rest in the office for a while, see you in the evening." Seeing the two awkwardly walking out of the elevator door first, Qiao Jiawen yawned and pressed the button.

"Cheng Yue, how long are you going to be brave? Did you forget that you passed out in the operating room the day before yesterday?" Feng Zhichu helped Cheng Yue into the lounge and let him lean on the bed. After such a short journey, the man was already Sweating profusely.

"Old Feng, I haven't seen you so angry for so many years, I'm not used to it."

"Don't interrupt me. Jiawen is not an outsider, so if you don't go out to meet him, will he blame you?"

"It is precisely because he is not an outsider that people want to welcome him. Moreover, that kid has become more and more difficult to hide recently. If I don't show up for a few days, maybe the whole city will come looking for me."

"In that case, it's easier to hide it from me." Feng Zhichu was already blaming himself, but the sourness in his heart became more obvious when he heard Cheng Yue's unintentional words. He claimed that his best friend for many years, but when he needed I never noticed it.

"Ahem...that's not what I meant." Cheng Yue could clearly see what was going on in Feng Zhichu's mind, he got up eagerly but felt dizzy and had trouble breathing, and started coughing endlessly as soon as he said a word.

"When will you stop working so hard to hide this and that? How long do you plan to stay in the hospital for this kind of situation? Don't you know that a crying baby has milk?" Feng Zhichu handed him a water glass mixed with warm water. Cheng Yue, seeing that the man's hands were shaking so much that he could barely hold the cup, suddenly became angry again, and his voice inevitably rose a few times.

"Old Feng, you have to know that it's not only children who can cry will have milk, ahem... If he can't even find someone to cry with, then he's just asking for trouble. Ahem. Rather than this, it's better to be alone." The cough was slightly suppressed by the warm water, and Cheng Yue raised his infinitely lonely face, and his cheeks became red little by little due to the severe cough. He turned pale again, seeing Feng Zhichu was very bitter, but couldn't find a suitable word to comfort him, so he could only change the topic.

"Can you host the banquet tonight?"

"Isn't this... come back to rest? Cough cough... help me to prescribe some medicine, I'll sleep first."

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