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After all, the two of them didn't know each other very well. Chen Tingbai already felt very embarrassed, and his thoughts were all wrapped in a messy coil, so he couldn't open his mouth.

Xu Shaohua didn't know what angle to speak from. If he had known this would be the result, he probably wouldn't want to see Chen Tingbai.

Xu Shaohua didn't dare to look at Chen Tingbai, he was afraid that if he looked into Chen Tingbai's eyes, he would be speechless.But these words, he must say.

Not to mention, this knot is even more difficult to untie, "I'm sorry, I didn't know you were Dongfeng Guoer. I thought that a calligrapher like Dongfeng Guoer should be at the same age as my father. But that work I don't know. I really like it. He has been with me for many years. When I bought him, I thought the writing was very good, and I felt crazy. I’m sorry, I don’t know what I’m talking about, but I still want to say sorry to you.”

"Is the new job going well?" Chen Tingbai didn't want to hear those words, so he interrupted him.

"It's going well, and I've opened two orders in the past two weeks." Xu Shaohua's feeling now is exactly the same as when he did something wrong when he was in school. He answered whatever the teacher asked.It's just that there seems to be something wrong. "Wait a minute, how do you know that my job has been transferred? Mr. Chen..."

"It's my father. My name is Chen Tingbai. When the wind blows my ears, I should be very white. When the east wind blows through my ears, it's Chen Tingbai."

When Chen Tingbai woke up that night, he immediately understood that Xu Shaohua didn't like calligraphy, and he didn't know anything about Dongfeng Guoer.

He just heard that his father likes calligraphy and arty, and it happens that the Mid-Autumn Festival is a good opportunity to give gifts.

That's why he was so eager to repair the "Preface to the Pavilion of King Teng", and that's why he was so angry when he heard that it couldn't be repaired that day.

It's a pity that I made a mistake, and what I sent him later was the "Draft for Nephew", the most satisfactory "Draft for Nephew" written by myself.

How can the "Draft for Nephew" be given as a gift? You idiot.

In fact, he hopes that Xu Shaohua can understand. He hopes that Xu Shaohua, who likes calligraphy, can understand that when Chen Tingbai, who was in his 20s, wrote the "Draft for the Nephew", he just thought that Yan Gong's second-best calligraphy in the world was excellent. After finishing it, he just sighed. A young talent, whose country was ruined and his family was destroyed, was born at an untimely time. Now Chen Tingbai finally understands why there are so many traces of alteration after reading the "Draft for Nephew".

It's a pity that Xu Shaohua doesn't love calligraphy, and he doesn't understand it.

Xu Shaohua thought that the name Chen Tingbai was really nice, hearty, and brisk. He thought of the video he saw on Space boss's phone that day, and he really deserved the name.

Xu Shaohua looked into Chen Tingbai's eyes, but couldn't say a word. He felt that any word he said would be fine needles in Chen Tingbai's ears, which was disgusting and stinging.

Chen Tingbai, Chen Tingbai, do you know that it is very painful for people to live too clearly.I can't say thank you, I can't say I'm sorry, and I can't say I don't want your help.

Compared with these, I like more practical, even if I am selfish.

After the infusion, the body temperature gradually dropped, and Chen Tingbai felt much more comfortable.

He turned sideways and used his right hand to push away Xu Shaohua's hand tightly holding his infusion hand, and said with his usual expression: "Don't hold it all the time, he won't move, he's still very peaceful." At least most of the time It's safe.

"Don't you want a physical examination? Hu Cong is here." Chen Tingbai didn't want Xu Shaohua to stay here anymore.

Remembering that he came for a medical examination today, I thought of using this method to get him away quickly.

Chen Tingbai felt a little wronged, but he had his pride, so he couldn't cry and ask him why he lied to me like a girl.

"Damn, I've been out all morning, and I'm not in a hurry. I'll accompany you after the infusion." Xu Shaohua helped Chen Tingbai tuck the quilt, sat down again and continued to help him hold his left hand.

Chen Tingbai was depressed for no reason, but felt inexplicably happy.

The light on the ceiling dazzled his eyes, and he shaded them with his arms across his face.

He heard footsteps, and someone stood up and turned off the lights, leaving only a small lamp on.

Chen Tingbai wants to sleep for a while. During this period of time, he feels that he wakes up far less than when he is drowsy, but he still wants to sleep for a while now.

Different from the drowsiness before, he feels very comfortable now, whether it is the body that has gone down the fever or the heart that is slowly calming down now.

In the next few days, Xu Shaohua would arrive at the hospital before Chen Tingbai, call him, and ask if he arrived?

After the two met, Hu Cong had nothing to do. Whether it was running errands to get medicine or carrying Chen Tingbai to bed, Xu Shaohua did it all by himself.

On the third day, the blood vessels in Chen Tingbai's left hand could not be found, so he ran the needle twice after the infusion.

No matter how the nurse looked for it, or how hard Xu Shaohua helped him hold it tightly, he couldn't find a suitable place for the needle.

The nurse asked in embarrassment: "Why don't you change your hand? Isn't the right hand fine?"

Xu Shaohua was very angry and said, "Can I change to an experienced nurse? You should have quite a lot of experienced nurses."

Chen Tingbai's right hand should never be used for needle injection.

Xu Shaohua grabbed Chen Tingbai's left hand and rubbed it back and forth.

He remembers that when he was a child, if the infusion failed, his mother did it this way. When the hands were warm, he could find blood vessels.

He said to Chen Tingbai: "Don't be afraid, my mother did this when I was a child. When the hands are warm, you can find the blood vessels. We don't pierce the right hand. Let's change to another nurse. If it doesn't work, my cousin will definitely If you can find a particularly good nurse, you will never miss a needle.”

Chen Tingbai thought Xu Shaohua was funny, how could it be possible to warm his left hand just by rubbing it back and forth like this?

Besides, what's the big deal about getting a needle in the right hand? Are there still fewer people getting a needle in these years?

He patted Xu Shaohua's hand, "It's okay, it's all right, don't bother, in fact, I always give my right hand for infusion. Really don't bother."

Then I said to the nurse, "I'm sorry, it's the first time my friend accompanied me for an infusion. My situation is rather troublesome, and he doesn't understand. Just pierce your right hand." Then he offered his right hand.

In fact, Chen Tingbai never said sorry to others casually before, but since he was injured, the four words he often said were sorry.

Say sorry to the medical staff, say sorry to the customer who reminded you, and say sorry to the stranger who was hindered by you.

It seems that only by lowering his figure a little and letting go of unnecessary arrogance can he live better with this body.

"What are you doing? You can obviously find a better nurse so you don't have to pierce your right hand. You see, you can't move anywhere now." Although Xu Shaohua was slightly calmed down by Chen Tingbai, he still had his heart broken. There is resentment, muttering and complaining.

"Isn't there Hu Cong and you here?" In fact, what Chen Tingbai wanted to say was, isn't there you here?