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"I am going now."

Putting down the cup, Song Qingyao turned around and went to the drawer to get the training materials that he had prepared before.Just as Ji Qin was not busy, she ran to him and asked, "My brother said you sprained your hand again? Is it serious?"

"Fortunately."

Looking at the elastic bandage on his right wrist, Ji Qin sighed and asked softly, "Did you meet Yang Tingwei this morning?"

Song Qingyao replied without raising his head, "No."

"He left yesterday after the operation in the middle of the night, and I think he will come to see you at noon today." Ji Qin rubbed her fingernails against the freshly clipped fingernails, and muttered, "He's just like a normal person these days. Can say hello, why is he so shameless? I never thought he was so disgusting before."

Putting all the documents into a kraft paper bag, Song Qingyao straightened his upper body: "No one in the hospital knows what happened that night, right?"

"Of course not," Ji Qin put down her hands and looked at him, "You think I really don't understand the importance, if you let everyone know about it, you will die of embarrassment."

"So you're not afraid that I'll embarrass your brother?"

"My brother is not an outsider." Ji Qin felt a little guilty, but still confident, "You have no one else to speak your mind except my brother. If he doesn't know, then who will comfort you?"

Ji Qin's mouth is always a set of reasoning, but it can make people think that she is quite reasonable.

Picking up the folder and tapping it lightly on her head, Song Qingyao walked away from her with a smile. She turned to catch up, hooked Song Qingyao's left arm and asked, "Did you have fun going out this time? Besides that set of notebooks No other presents?"

Stepping out of the office door, Song Qingyao and a colleague in front nodded in greeting, and replied, "I wanted to go shopping again yesterday, but it rained heavily yesterday, so I couldn't get out of the door."

"Then invite me to dinner." Ji Qin tilted her head and looked at him with a smile, "My friend just recommended a Thai restaurant, it's delicious, and there's your favorite curry bread crab, guaranteed to make your mouth water. "

While talking, Ji Qin went to take out the pocket of the cardigan sweater, and wanted to unlock the phone to show him the store. At this time, the head nurse called out, and Ji Qin went to work first. Before leaving, he still did not forget to make an appointment for lunch with him .Song Qingyao turned right at the corner, waved his hand in agreement, and then went to press the elevator button.When he reached the floor where the dean's office is located, there was a message on his mobile phone that it was a WeChat message from Lin He.

[Senior, where are you? 】

Looking at this line of words, Song Qingyao felt a little strange. Why did Lin He's questioning tone seem like he was still in Qingdao?

A few steps ahead is the dean's office. Song Qingyao thought about the important business, locked his phone and knocked on the door first. The laughter inside stopped after the knock on the door, and someone said, "Come in."

Turning the doorknob, he stepped into the room, looked at the two people sitting at the desk and said, "Yuan Lin, Director Chen."

"Xiao Song is here, come, come, come and sit."

Lin Haicang raised his hand to greet him, while Director Chen stood up and looked at him.Song Qingyao walked over, instead of sitting on the chair next to Lin Haicang, he handed the regular training materials in front of Lin Haicang: "Linyuan, this is the regular training materials I compiled before, you were on a business trip a few days ago, so I didn't have time Show it to you."

After receiving the information, Lin Haicang put it on the table casually, got up and stretched out his hands to pat him on the back twice: "I have no doubts about your ability, I have already told Lao Chen that you will be responsible for everything this time, I just watch result."

Song Qingyao nodded, and Lin Haicang raised his finger to a girl standing up beside the sofa: "This is Tan Qian, who graduated from Lanzhou University and spent half a year in Lanzhou University's second-level training. There is another one... wait, I'll hit him Telephone."

Lin Haicang picked up the mobile phone on the table, and was about to unlock and dial when he heard the sound of the doorknob turning, and then the door was pushed open, someone leaned on the door frame, his eyes passed the other people present, and fell on Song Qingyao alone.

Song Qingyao and him looked at each other, his mind was like a computer with a blue screen suddenly, and he lost his proper response.

Cursing the corners of his lips, Lin He came over, stretched his right hand out of his baseball shirt pocket in front of Song Qingyao, and said, "Hello Director Song, my name is Lin He, and I'm asking for your advice from today on."

Song Qingyao's expression was still a little stiff until he walked out of the door of the dean's office.

Because Tan Qian didn't have the materials ready, Director Chen took her to the medical office first and asked Song Qingyao to wait for Lin He here.

The elevator door slowly closed in front of his eyes, and Song Qingyao turned to look at the hidden door of the dean's office.

When he came out just now, Lin He was left by Lin Haicang to say a few words alone.He didn't know the situation of their communication inside, but this time was enough for him to slow down and sort out his chaotic thoughts.

I didn't expect them to meet again in this way, but considering that Lin He graduated from the same medical school as him and met him in Xiamen before, then Lin He can explain it even if he came to Zhongshan Hospital for regular training.

But he was not sure about one thing, did Lin He know nothing beforehand like him?If it is, he can still convince himself to accept it.If Lin He knew from the beginning that he was his supervisor, and spent a few days with him with that purpose, then he—

Song Qingyao couldn't think about what happened next, and his temples began to ache.He took out his mobile phone and wanted to order a cup of coffee to take away. At this moment, the door of the dean's office was opened, and Lin He walked out.

Song Qingyao didn't look back, and pressed the door open button of the elevator before Lin He's footsteps approached.

"Senior," Lin He stretched out his hand to grab his left wrist, and added when he was about to pull it out, "I know you must have a lot of questions to ask me, let's go to the side to talk."

Song Qingyao withdrew his hand forcefully, his eyes fixed on the red light around the elevator buttons.Lin He looked at him quietly, and after waiting for a while, he turned around and walked towards the safe passage not far away.

The floor where the dean's office is located is very quiet, almost every door is closed, and the floor of the corridor is even more polished.Listening to the almost simultaneous footsteps of the two, Song Qingyao tried his best to let himself ignore the fragments of getting along with each other in the past few days. After pushing open the door of the safe passage and confirming that there was no one up and down, he turned his head to look at Lin He.

His eyes were cold, and even though his expression didn't change, it was obvious that he was angry.

Lin He was stared at by him with such eyes, but he didn't feel guilty and looked away, but also looked into his eyes, silently competing with him.

After a few seconds of stalemate, Song Qingyao looked to the side first: "Let me explain."

Trying to straighten the corners of his mouth that were about to turn up, Lin He lowered his head, and replied in a somewhat aggrieved tone: "I knew you would definitely be angry."

Song Qingyao didn't answer the words. He put his hands in his white coat, and with his left fingers, he grasped the metal part of the stethoscope, patiently waiting for Lin He to finish speaking.

"Senior, I lied to you about going back to Xiamen, but I really didn't know that you would be my supervisor." Lin He stretched out his hand to pinch Song Qingyao's white coat sleeve, and raised his eyelids to look at him, "And I always The original plan was to send you to the airport to finish your own business, and come back in a few days to surprise you. Who knew that your hand was injured yesterday. "

"I see that you have to go to work like this, and I don't worry about you leaving alone, so I want to get things done ahead of time and go back to Xiamen with you." Lin He shook Song Qingyao's sleeves, seeing that Song Qingyao had been looking at the side indifferently, he withdrew it Hands, lifted the hem of the jacket, and began to untie the belt.

Song Qingyao heard the sound of two metal collisions, and turned his head to find that Lin He had pulled down the zippers of his jeans, and made a gesture to pull down the waistband of his jeans. His expression changed, and he asked, "What are you doing!"

Lin He looked at him innocently: "I'll show you where I was injured yesterday. There are a lot of bruises on the back of my buttocks and thighs."

Song Qingyao stopped in mid-air with his outstretched left hand, and stared at Lin He for a moment, then his tone softened when he put down his hand: "How did you get hurt?"

Lin He's hands were still clutching the waistband of his trousers, and he didn't want to take it off now, so he could only answer in this posture: "I went to sweep my grandma's grave yesterday. .”

"I saw that the time was almost up and I couldn't go, so I thought about trying to climb the mountain road, but I slipped down." Mentioning the embarrassing situation, Lin He's expression was a little miserable.He is not used to telling people about his embarrassing things, but if Song Qingyao wants to soften his heart, he can only use this method first.

Song Qingyao thought of the wechat voice he sent to himself yesterday, which was noisy.Thinking of him rolling down the hillside in that kind of rainy weather, Song Qingyao said, "You are too stupid", walked around him, walked to the door, looked outside, stood beside him after making sure no one was there, and said, "Pants Take it off and let me see."

Lin He let go of his hand, and the heavy jeans and belt slid onto his calf. A large dark bruise appeared in front of Song Qingyao's eyes. It extended from Lin He's left gluteus maximus to the top of his knee, and there were a few friction marks. Song Qingyao leaned over to observe the resulting long and thin blood scabs. The wounds looked a little creepy, but fortunately they all belonged to capillary rupture and bleeding, and they would heal after a while.

He used the fingers of his left hand to press several places around Lin He's thigh, and asked, "Will these places hurt?"

Lin He looked sideways at him: "No."

Reassuring, Song Qingyao wanted to straighten up, but his eyes accidentally brushed the front of Lin He's underwear, and found an elephant's face on the bulging part in the middle of the gray fabric, and suddenly looked to the side uncomfortably.

Lin He stared at him intently, and when he saw him looking at him, he deliberately pretended not to see the stern face and wanted to laugh.But it's more important to sell miserably at this time, Lin He said in a depressed tone: "I also know that I am very frustrated, I can't come back with you in time, and I made you angry."

Song Qingyao put his hands back into the pockets of his white coat and reminded him, "Put on your pants first."

Lin He pulled up his trousers, and when he buckled his belt, the sound of the metal buckles colliding and rubbing came into Song Qingyao's ears again, reminding Song Qingyao that when they went back the night before, they started taking them off before they even had time to get to the bedside.At that time, Lin He's belt buckle was stuck, and he couldn't pull it off after pulling it several times, but he untied it by hand.

That belt was the one that Lin He was wearing now. Song Qingyao had seen the same belt in a Givenchy magazine advertisement, and thought of buying it as a gift for Yang Tingwei.Thinking about it now, fortunately I didn't buy it.

Withdrawing his wandering thoughts, Song Qingyao waited for Lin He to put on and continued to ask: "Are there any other injuries?"

Lin He raised his left hand, this time he said casually: "A little bruise on my arm, but it's a trivial matter. I only slipped for a while and caught the branch."

Sighing, Song Qingyao said, "I know everything, so what do you think next?"

"What do you think?" Lin He asked back.

Song Qingyao didn't want to point out the relationship between the two before, but this kind of time is obviously not suitable for riddles.He considered his words carefully, and said, "Actually, Director Chen's medical skills are better than mine. It would be more..."

"Senior, don't you even want me?"

Lin He interrupted him suddenly. He wanted to explain that he didn't mean it, but when he looked up, he found Lin He looking at him with eyes full of disappointment.

The words that came to his lips were blocked by this look, and Song Qingyao remembered that Lin He had mentioned that he had no home.Thinking of his current expression, Song Qingyao closed his mouth and rearranged what he wanted to say.

"Lin He," he stretched out his left hand and nodded back and forth between each other, "If I were your tutor, we would all be embarrassed."

"I won't," Lin He took a step forward, and there was no distance between the two of them. Lin He lowered his eyes to look directly at him, and when he habitually turned his face away to avoid it, he said, "I don't feel embarrassed." .”

"Senior, we are all adults. I can tell the difference between work and private life. Can't you tell the difference?"

"Or do you mean you don't want to see me at all?"

"Are you tired of me already?"

Lin He asked several questions in one breath, each of which was sharp and direct, not only making him unable to avoid, but also powerless to parry.He subconsciously wanted to take a step back, but just as he moved his legs, Lin He pressed his shoulders and pushed him to the wall next to him.

He thought that Lin He wanted to mess around in this kind of place, but he didn't expect Lin He to push him against the wall and let go of his hand: "Senior, I lived in an orphanage when I was very young. Although I wasn't abandoned, but in that kind of There is no difference between staying there for two years and being abandoned."

"I don't want to experience that feeling again."

Lin He's words made him feel that they were exaggerating, but when they looked at each other, he found the other person's real uncomfortable emotions in those eyes.

Even though he still doesn't know the actual situation of Lin He's family, Song Qingyao can't find any reason to continue to separate the relationship.

The matter of going to bed is a mutual choice of two people, and they have been unable to speak clearly since the first night.Now they are in the same hospital and the same department, even if Lin He is not taken care of by him, can they be colleagues that nothing happened between them?

After figuring this out, Song Qingyao's tense shoulder muscles relaxed. He stood up straight, looked at Lin He and said, "If you can do what you say, then I can be your tutor."

As soon as Lin He's eyes lit up, he was interrupted by a ringtone just as he was about to speak.Song Qingyao took out his mobile phone, glanced at the screen and immediately pressed the answer button. The nurse at the triage desk informed him to go to the emergency room now.

Not caring about talking to Lin He any more, Song Qingyao pushed open the escape door and ran towards the elevator. Lin He followed behind him and asked what happened.

After running to the front of the elevator, he pressed the down button before turning his head and explaining: "I'm going to the emergency room now. You should report to the medical department first. If you have any questions, go to the office and wait for me."

The elevator door opened slowly in front of his eyes, Song Qingyao stepped in, raised his hand and pressed the door close button.Lin He didn't follow him in, but said to him before the door closed: "Pay attention to your right hand when resuscitating."

The eyes of the two briefly touched the opening of the elevator door that was about to close. Song Qingyao looked at the reflective elevator box wall and moved his right wrist.

He took painkillers, and as long as he didn't use force, he basically didn't feel the injury to his right hand.But Lin He can always remind him to remember at critical moments, as if Lin He has kept this matter in mind these two days.

Staring at the numbers on the rapidly descending elevator panel, Song Qingyao reminded himself not to think wildly, it should be just a coincidence.

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Lin He (heavy a sigh of relief): coaxed back