My wife can't be this cute!

That night, Fu Ziwei waited for a long time, but did not wait for Song Xiaoke's reply.

Early the next morning, the first thing Fu Ziwei did when he opened his eyes was to check WeChat on his mobile phone.

There were a few messages, but Song Xiaoke's dialog box was still empty.

Maybe I don't want to go back.

It should too.

Then Fu Ziwei didn't think too much, got up quickly, had breakfast, and then went to work.

When I arrived at the hospital, it was another busy morning.

It wasn't until the lunch break at noon that Fu Ziwei had some free time.

Only when I am free can I think about Song Xiaoke's incident.

He took out his phone and swipe open the screen, clicked into WeChat to check, and found that Song Xiaoke still hadn't replied.

I saw Fu Ziwei's well-articulated fingers tapping on the table, and there was a little tangle in his shallow amber eyes.

Fu Ziwei is not a person who likes to make fun of himself. He was rejected by Song Xiaoke again and again. Logically, he should stop.

But I just can't get over it in my heart, and I care a little bit.

Because it was indeed his fault.

Then there was Song Xiaoke's reaction that night.

Although Fu Ziwei was drunk, there were no fragments. Those fragments of memories drilled into his mind one by one the next day, which made him have to pay attention.

He remembered that at the end, Song Xiaoke cried.

He cried very sadly, and he didn't forget to curse while crying.

Fu Ziwei recalled that what Song Xiaoke yelled most at the time was "Enough, stop".

Reminiscing so far, Fu Ziwei stretched out his hand to support his forehead.

And Song Xiaoke seemed to be made to cry by himself.

He actually didn't expect that he would do such a ridiculous thing one day.

Song Xiaoke's mouth was still hard when he was crying, and he cursed while crying, but in the end, he didn't even speak out.

He even begged aloud: "Please, I really can't do it."

But Fu Ziwei still didn't stop.

Moreover, Song Xiaoke was bleeding.

Because Song Xiaoke left first when he woke up the next day, but Fu Ziwei, who was left alone in the hotel, noticed the blood on the bed sheet.

Not many, but there are.

As a medical dog, he still understands the physiological structure of human beings quite well. Song Xiaoke should be uncomfortable afterward.

The more Fu Ziwei recalled, the more he cared. Song Xiaoke's crying and aggrieved face was all in his mind, and his heart was filled with guilt. He completely forgot that it was Song Xiaoke who provoked him last night.

Fu Ziwei pursed his lips, then reached out and pressed on the dialog box.

"Are you there?" Bullshit, delete.

"Can you reply to my message?" Maybe I don't want to reply after seeing it, and then delete it.

"Did you not see the message?" The answer was not what was asked, and it was still deleted.

Fu Ziwei wrote, deleted, and deleted for a long time, and finally sent a message—have you eaten?

As a result, as soon as the message was sent, a red exclamation mark was displayed in front of it.

The message has been sent, but was rejected by the other party.

This is blocked.

Seeing this, Fu Ziwei straightened his lips.

The relationship between him and Song Xiaoke is indeed not very good, and they are veritable rivals.

I have been with the hospital for several months, and every time I meet, I am ridiculed by him.

It wasn't until some time ago that the relationship between the two of them eased a little because of Qiao Chen's pregnancy.

It's not a relaxation, it's just that there are some other topics besides ridicule.

Under such a bad relationship, such a bad thing happened again.

Fu Ziwei frowned even deeper.

So now they are blocked, what should I do?

Because the relationship between the two is too bad, there is no other way of contacting them other than having friends on WeChat.

Now WeChat is blocked, and I can't add it.

No phone number either.

It seems inappropriate to ask others.

After thinking about it, Fu Ziwei found that the only way to go to Song Xiaoke's department was to find him.

Although it is very likely to be rejected by the door, or be suppressed and ridiculed by Song Xiaoke like yesterday.

Fu Ziwei struggled for a while, but in the end he took advantage of his lunch break to find Song Xiaoke.

Walking to the door of the male obstetrics department, Fu Ziwei let out a little breath, prepared in his heart to be ridiculed next, and then went in.

But unfortunately, he was not rejected, nor was he ridiculed.

Because of Song Xiaoke, he didn't come to the hospital at all today.

When the medical staff in the same department saw Fu Ziwei, they took the initiative to ask, "Is Dr. Fu here to see Dr. Xiao Song?"

Fu Ziwei nodded and replied, "Well, I have something to do with him."

But after taking a look, it seemed that no one was there, and asked again: "Did you go to eat?"

The medical staff smiled, and then replied: "That may make you a waste of time, Dr. Xiao Song asked for leave today."

Fu Ziwei grasped two key words very keenly - asking for leave.

Not a vacation.

"What's wrong with him?" Fu Ziwei blurted out.

"Ah, it seems to be sick, I don't know the details." The medical staff said.

Fu Ziwei nodded, indicating that he knew.

The medical staff was obviously a chatterbox, and she said again: "Dr. Xiao Song is in good health. He has been transferred here for more than a year. This is the first time he has asked for leave due to illness."

"Maybe he asked for leave because he really couldn't bear it. I saw that his face was ugly all day yesterday, and he kept stretching out his hands and rubbing his waist. His condition was very bad yesterday. As expected, he couldn't come to work today."

Fu Ziwei pulled his lips and showed a slight smile, and then said politely: "Well, I see, then I will come to him next time."

"Good doctor Fu, goodbye." The medical staff waved.

Then Fu Ziwei turned around and walked out of the male obstetrics department. The smile that was still on his face just now disappeared immediately, and a trace of darkness flashed through his light pupils.

Could it be that he got sick that night?

Great, Fu Ziwei guessed right.

This morning, Song Xiaoke felt a splitting headache as soon as he opened his eyes, followed by physical weakness and weakness.

This sequelae is worse than yesterday.

Song Xiaoke struggled a little, and finally gave up after realizing that he really couldn't get up to go to work today.

I took a leave of absence in the department group, and found a colleague to take over the shift, and then continued to sleep.

I slept until noon, and when I woke up, my head still hurt like hell, and I was groggy and heavy.

Song Xiaoke felt that he probably had a fever, and then he got up from the bed with difficulty, pulled out a mercury thermometer from the medicine box, swung it twice, and measured it for himself.

After 5 minutes, take it out and have a look, 38 degrees two.

It was burnt.

So Song Xiaoke took a few more antipyretics from the medicine box and swallowed them raw.

Then lay back on the bed again.

The feeling of being sick is not good, and Song Xiaoke is not only sick now, but also physically unwell.

Especially the back, the burning pain.

It's even more of a disaster when shitting.

And he felt that his illness might be due to his hangover and going to work the next day, but the bigger reason was his indulgence.

Doing that kind of thing is really exhausting.Because that night, Fu Ziwei played a lot of fancy poses.

Make him look in the mirror.

Let him face the glass window again.

And the time is still long, who can bear such a cold.

So, Fu Ziwei is really perverted.

Song Xiaoke's teeth itched with anger when he thought that all the suffering he was suffering now was because of Fu Ziwei.

He and Fu Ziwei have an utter hatred!

Angry to death, Song Xiaoke couldn't help reaching out and hitting the bed hard.

In the end, Song Xiaoke felt aggrieved, and fell asleep again in a drowsy state.

When I woke up again, I was woken up from hunger.

Although I don't have much appetite, my empty stomach protested, so hungry that I felt a little sick.

Still a little uncomfortable, but better than I felt in the morning.

Song Xiaoke reached for the mobile phone on the bedside table and glanced at the time.

One forty in the afternoon.

The second sleep was not long.

Then Song Xiaoke opened the takeaway software and ordered a takeaway.

While waiting for the takeaway, Song Xiaoke got up and took a hot bath.

The delivery speed was a little fast. Song Xiaoke had just come out of the bathroom, and before he had time to blow his hair, the tips of his hair were dripping with water, when the doorbell rang "Ding Dong, Ding Dong".

Song Xiaoke put the towel around his neck, wiped the water from his hair, and walked towards the door.

Press the door lock, then opened the door a crack, stretched out a hand and went out.

This is Song Xiaoke's habitual take-out posture, and the delivery boy is also very cooperative, hanging the take-out box directly on Song Xiaoke's hand every time.

But something was wrong with the takeaway guy today, he didn't hang the takeaway directly on Song Xiaoke's hand, but opened the door.

Song Xiaoke raised his eyes, and the target turned out to be Fu Ziwei.

He froze for a few seconds, then reached out to close the door.

Fu Ziwei probably expected Song Xiaoke to do such a thing, so he reached out to block the door first.

In this case, closing the door forcefully will only fracture the opponent's arm.

Song Xiaoke hated Fu Ziwei, but it wasn't enough to make Fu Ziwei a disabled person.

Besides, he is not as strong as Fu Ziwei, whether he can close the door is another matter.

But this did not affect Song Xiaoke's anger.

And the moment he saw Fu Ziwei, he became very angry.

Then he cursed loudly: "No, are you sick?"

"I think there is something wrong with your designation here?" Song Xiaoke pointed at the temple.

"Make full use of the resources around you, go to the neurology department to see your brain, and give priority to not queuing."

These words are quite ugly, even a little embarrassing.

But Fu Ziwei got used to it, he pursed his lips, said nothing, and let Song Xiaoke vent unilaterally.

Because when he speaks now, although it is ugly, he is no longer as imposing as usual.

Maybe it's because of illness, Song Xiaoke looks weak now, and his lips don't have any color.

Song Xiaoke used to have a baby face, but now he has no momentum.

He had just come out of the shower, his hair was still dripping, and he was wearing a T-shirt that was too baggy to show around his neck.

A piece of red dots on the top.

All are their own masterpieces.

Once Fu Ziwei saw this, he was even more unable to refute.

When Song Xiaoke looked better, Fu Ziwei said, "Can you let me in?"

Doing your spring and autumn daydreams, Song Xiaoke rolled his eyes wildly, and when he was about to say something, the real delivery boy arrived.

"Well, your takeaway has arrived." A weak voice came from behind the two.

Obviously, the takeaway boy is discerning. He feels that the atmosphere between these two people is not good, and it seems that it is not the right time for him to appear.

It's really not the right time, Song Xiaoke is so annoying, and now he doesn't want the messed up takeaway.

He said "No, I'll give it to you" before turning around and leaving.

Hearing this, the takeaway boy glanced at Fu Ziwei who was standing at the door with some embarrassment.

Seeing this, Fu Ziwei said aloud, "Give it to me."

The takeaway boy nodded quickly, handed the takeaway to Fu Ziwei, and then ran away with wind on his feet.

Song Xiaoke didn't close the door when he just left, so Fu Ziwei took the takeaway and walked in, closing the door by the way.

Song Xiaoke is a typical single otaku. Apart from his own shoes, there are no extra slippers in the shoe cabinet.

In the end, Fu Ziwei could only take off his shoes and walked in with his socks on.

Song Xiaoke didn't know where he went, and he didn't see anyone else in the living room.

Fu Ziwei took a look around the house, it was neither big nor small, just right for living alone.

Things are a bit messy, but not unsightly, and the ground is not dirty.

Fu Ziwei put the takeaway on the dining table.

Then he glanced at it casually, and then stopped.

This takeaway turned out to be Malatang...