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Wen Heng had just finished his ward check and was about to go back to the department to rest when he saw Xiao Zhou hurried past him.

After running over, he realized something, and called back, "Hello, Director Wen."

Wen Heng nodded, looked at how many people he was leading, and asked, "What are you going to do?"

Xiao Zhou hurriedly replied: "There were several car accidents today, all of them were sent to our hospital. The emergency department is not enough and we need people. I will take them there first."

"Okay," Wen Heng took out his mobile phone from his white coat, saw that the emergency department was indeed in the group @全球人员, and asked them if anyone was free to help, "Wait a minute, I'll go too."

The emergency department is already crazy busy.

I heard that the car accidents that happened today were all within their jurisdiction. After several ambulances were dispatched, all of them were pulled over. The most serious one is now being rescued.There was blood dripping all over the hallway.

The emergency department is always the busiest department, there is no one, and there are people everywhere who are sitting on the chairs in the corridor and getting drips because there are no beds.

Seeing someone in a white coat approaching, they all moved their feet to make room for him.

"Director Wen, you are here too." A nurse shouted in surprise when she saw him.

"Well," Wen Heng took the medical records from her hand, "how's it going?"

"There were three accidents in total. Except for the one that is being rescued, two of them have entered the intensive care unit. The rest are all scratches and have been transferred to the general ward." The nurse replied quickly.

Wen Heng flipped through the medical records, his eyes fixed on the familiar names, he glanced at the sick room above, closed the medical records and said to the nurse, "I'll take a look."

Song Xunnan was placed in Ward 108 of the emergency department. The nurse had just finished giving him the needle when she heard footsteps behind her and turned her head and called out, "Director Wen."

Wen Heng nodded, looked at Song Xunnan who was lying on the hospital bed with a pale face, his gaze stayed on the gauze on his forehead for a second: "What's wrong with him?"

The little nurse pushed the car to leave, and replied: "The injury is not serious, but I hit my forehead. I may have a concussion when I wake up. I need to observe it."

Song Xun's leg next to the south bed was broken. He had just finished the operation, and the anesthesia hadn't worn off yet, and he hadn't woken up yet.

"Go and do your work." Wen Heng said to the nurse.

The nurse nodded and went to another ward.

Song Xunnan was lying on the hospital bed, with gauze wrapped around his forehead, blood was faintly smeared out, his lips had lost their color, they were paler, and they looked extremely fragile.

There was a needle in his hand, and his five fingers curled up weakly.Wen Heng glanced at the infusion set, pinched the pulley to slow down the infusion speed, and sat on the chair next to him.

After the meeting, Song Xunnan was fine for the time being. Wen Heng was going to visit other places when he saw Song Xunnan's eyelids move, as if he was about to wake up.

But he didn't wake up, but his lips kept murmuring, as if he was saying something.

Wen Heng thought he wanted to drink water, got up and found a disposable paper cup from the thermos beside the bed and poured a cup of warm water, and was about to shake the bed to feed him when he was grabbed by the wrist.

Wen Heng was pulled and tilted towards Song Xunnan, and quickly supported the edge of the bed to stabilize his figure, but water accidentally spilled on Song Xunnan's clothes.Wen Heng also sprinkled some on the back of his hand, which soon turned red.

He was about to wipe it with a piece of paper, but Song Xunnan refused to let go.Just as Wen Heng was about to break off his hand, he heard Song Xunnan's low voice.

"...it's not me, why don't you believe me...all, here you go, let me go...crazy..."

"I don't owe you... I don't owe you... why..."

Wen Heng looked down at him.

Cold sweat dripped from the corner of Song Xunnan's forehead, his brows were furrowed, and his voice was intermittent, unable to complete a sentence. Obviously, his sanity had not yet returned.

Just keep asking why.

Everything overlapped with his drunken demeanor before.

There was a burst of noise from the next door, covering up the indistinct ravings in Song Xunnan's mouth.As if losing strength, he suddenly let go of the hand holding Wen Heng's wrist, moved his fingertips, but didn't grab anything anymore.

Song Xunnan's mind was groggy, as if he had been dreaming for a long time, or as if he had just been thrown into the washing machine and stirred up. When he barely opened his eyes, he almost couldn't help retching.

He really couldn't hold back, grabbed the edge of the bed, lowered his head and vomited forcefully a few times.

I didn't eat anything at noon, my stomach was empty, I couldn't vomit anything, but I forced myself to have wet and red eyes, leaning on the bed to gasp for breath.

Someone patted him on the back and handed him a glass of warm water: "Drink some water and press it."

Song Xunnan reached out to take it, looked up and saw a blurred face, and blinked to force out the physiological tears from the corners of his eyes before he saw it was Wen Heng's face.

"Oh, Doctor Wen, why are you here?" He greeted with a slow response, his lips pressed against the wall of the cup, and he took a small sip slowly, suppressing the burning pain in his throat.

The doctor who just came in was amused: "Ask why Director Wen is here? Shouldn't you ask yourself why you went to the hospital?"

Only then did Song Xunnan realize that he was lying on the hospital bed.

The memory slowly came back to him, he gritted his teeth, really wanting to push the pen that made him into a car accident down the toilet.

In the end, with just such a slight movement, his mind became dizzy for a while, and he almost vomited out again.

The doctor came over and said to Wen Heng: "If I had known you were here, I wouldn't have made this trip—come, let's have a checkup."

The latter sentence was addressed to Song Xunnan who was lying on the bed.

Song Xunnan hummed weakly.

After the examination, the doctor said to Wen Heng: "I have a slight concussion. I have no other symptoms at present, but I am vomiting a lot. I will stay in the hospital for a few days and don't move around. What should I pay attention to when I have a concussion? Director Wen should be clear about it, so I won't waste time saying it again."

Wen Heng: "I see."

Even if Song Xunnan's brain is not working well, he can still hear that the conversation is weird, and Wen Heng is like his own family members. He barely propped himself up and wanted to say that he would not bother Dr. Wen, but in the end,

"Ouch, vomit—"

Song Xunnan's hands gripping the edge of the bed were shaking, and his veins were popping out.

If he found out which idiot drove the car—

"vomit--"

That hand was placed on his back again, and he patted it lightly, giving Song Xunnan a sigh of relief: "Lie down, don't move around."

Song Xunnan could only lie back resentfully, following the doctor's advice.

He put his hands on his eyes, unrequited love: "How long will I lie down?"

"About a week," Wen Heng poured him a glass of water, "Do you still drink water?"

"Drink, thank you."

Wen Heng shook his bed and handed the water glass to Song Xunnan.

Song Xunnan drank three more glasses of water before he regained his strength. Holding the water glass, he looked at Wen Heng, who was taking care of him, and said slowly, "I wanted to ask you out for dinner, but ended up here." Thinking of something to myself, "By the way, where is the thing on my passenger seat?"

"It should still be in the car. The traffic police are collecting evidence at the scene. Is it important? I can ask Wen Jinran to bring it here." Wen Heng took the water glass from his hand and put it on the table.

Song Xunnan said, "A gift I bought for you."

Wen Heng was startled: "...Thank you."

Song Xunnan smiled, endured the discomfort and replied, "You didn't see it, so thank you."

Song Xunnan took a period of time off because of his injury. Wen Jinran and Xie Yao rushed to see him immediately after they found out that he had been hospitalized in a car accident, and crowded the whole room noisily.Sun Rongxi and Lu Yuan went on a trip, otherwise they would follow them now, so they could only send messages to Song Xunnan.

"Xiao Nan, why did you have a car accident? Are you seriously injured?"

"I bought some fruits and brought them here, you must remember to eat them later."

"Which bastard drove you into the car? What did the traffic police say, did you lose money?"

The one on the left asked this and the one on the right asked that, Song Xunnan patiently answered them one by one.

"The injury is not very serious, it's just a concussion, and it will be fine after staying in the hospital for a few days."

"Let's put the fruit on the table, thank you."

"The traffic police have already checked it out, and it has nothing to do with me, but I paid some money for pressing on other people's green belts. The insurance company paid for it, so I don't need to pay."

"By the way," Song Xunnan looked at Wen Jinran, "What do you want?"

Wen Jinran patted his canvas bag: "It's all here." He put the bag on the seat beside him.

Song Xunnan was exhausted, half-closed his eyes and thanked: "Thank you."

"You're welcome, brother, if you let me go to your house to play games all night, I will feel that this thank you is more sincere."

Song Xunnan sneered: "Just ask your brother if you want to let me go."

Wen Jinran immediately withered.

Xie Yao lovingly stroked his dog's head.

When Wen Heng came in, he saw two people chatting around Song Xunnan.

Song Xunnan saw him across from everyone, and said hello: "Doctor Wen, good morning."

Wen Jinran felt a little guilty because of what he said just now: "Brother, you are here."

Wen Heng walked to Song Xunnan's bedside: "How is it?"

"It's okay, but I'm not so dizzy." Song Xunnan was biting on a straw and drinking water, his voice was a little vague.

Xie Yao pulled Wen Jinran over, pointed at the back of Wen Heng who was talking to Song Xunnan with his head bowed, and lowered his voice: "This is your brother?"

"Yeah, what's the matter?" Wen Jinran was dragged to the back by her, and Monk Zhang Er couldn't figure it out.

Xie Yao looked at the two people beside the hospital bed, especially Wen Heng's handsome face, and patted Wen Jinran on the back in relief: "You can do it, you can solve such a difficult problem for Brother Nan quietly. "

She thought she would never see Song Xunnan get out of the singles in her lifetime!

No wonder I had to buy a watch when it rained heavily before, tsk tsk tsk, gay men really have a lot of thoughts.

Song Xunnan felt a chill on his back, raised his eyes, met Xie Yao's meaningful gaze, and sneezed.

Several people chatted for a while, and Song Xunnan was a little sleepy at noon.Seeing that he was a little lacking in energy, Xie Yao pulled Wen Jinran to say goodbye.

"Xiao Nan wait for us to see you next time."

Song Xunnan nodded and said goodbye to him.

Wen Heng went out to see them off.

Xie Yao and Wen Jinran didn't go the same way, so they took a taxi and left after leaving the hospital gate.Just as Wen Jinran was about to take the bus, he was stopped by his brother.

"Wait a minute," Wen Heng said, "Did his parents not come because they were busy with work?"

A few days ago, the parents of the person who broke the bone next to them came. As soon as the woman saw her child like this, she immediately covered her mouth and cried, saying, "You have been wronged outside", "Does your body still hurt? Tell mom," with distressed eyes.

Song Xunnan was sleeping at that time, but was woken up when they came, and turned to look at them quietly.

The broken brother found out, and hurriedly tugged on his mother's sleeve, a little embarrassed: "Mom, keep your voice down, it woke everyone up."

The woman also felt embarrassed and apologized to Song Xunnan.Song Xunnan shook his head to express that he was fine, and retracted the quilt to continue sleeping.

Wen Heng was at the door and saw this scene.

"Oh, this, Brother Nan's family is a bit complicated, and the news may not have been notified. But even if his adoptive parents knew about it, they probably wouldn't have come." Wen Jinran told Wen Heng something about Song Xunnan's family.

After Wen Heng finished listening, he asked Wen Jinran a question: "Has he had any psychotherapy before? Or was he stimulated by anything."

"I've never done it. He's doing psychotherapy quite normally," Wen Jinran said with a sudden feeling in his heart. He never doubted his brother's judgment in this field, and his voice was a little uncomfortable, "Brother Nan, Brother Nan What happened to him, is there something wrong?"

Wen Heng glanced at Wen Jinran, who had a worried expression on his face, and said in a low voice: "College students have to go to psychotherapy twice a year to fill out the questionnaire. Did you not do it? Go back and make up for it."

Wen Jinran: "..."

He was really talking too much.

When Wen Heng came in again, he had a lunch box in his hand, which was given to him by the nurse he met on the way.

Song Xunnan was playing with his mobile phone, and when he saw this, he sat up and took it: "Why did I give it to you again?"

I don't know if I misunderstood his relationship with Wen Heng. When the nurse met Wen Heng on the road, he asked him to bring Song Xunnan's boxed lunch. This was not the first time.

"It's okay." Wen Heng took the table on the bed to put a box of lunch, and the white coat naturally hung down with his movements. Song Xunnan faintly smelled the scent of citrus that was hidden by the disinfectant.

Very fresh, not too sweet, like a cool summer breeze blowing over the cheeks.

Song Xunnan put the boxed lunch on the table, opened the chopsticks, and said thoughtfully, "Doctor Wen has such a good temper, and he is especially kind to patients." He thought that the other party was cold before.

Wen Heng's hands paused, as if hearing such a compliment for the first time: "Really?"

"That's right," Song Xunnan said with a smile, thinking about what the nurses said to him when they were chatting, "I heard you were still in the pediatrics department?"

He couldn't even imagine Wen Heng's gentle voice coaxing the child.

Wen Heng: "I have been in any department during the internship."

"Oh, that's it." Song Xunnan wanted to ask if he had been in the obstetrics and gynecology department, but felt that the current relationship between the two was too teasing, so he swallowed the words back and pointed at the blue bedside table with a smile. Velvet gift box, "The gift I gave you has finally reached the owner after twists and turns."

Wen Heng opened his eyes.

There is an exquisite men's watch on the blue velvet cushion. Under the sunlight, you can vaguely see the dark pattern on it, which outlines the shadow of the bamboo, which is cold and lonely.

A watch that fits his temperament very well.

Wen Heng closed it: "It's too precious."

He recognizes the above brand, and this is a custom-made model, the price will be doubled.

"Doctor Wen, take it." Song Xunnan put down his chopsticks and looked at Wen Heng seriously, "You have helped me so much, and I want to give you something in return, but I'm afraid you won't like it."

He pursed his lips to organize his words, and finally smiled: "Doctor Wen, I didn't expect you to help me to this extent. I'm very unlucky, and I rarely meet people like you."

Although his emotions are very light and he doesn't talk much, he is willing to give him a hand when he asks for help.

"I finally chose this one, let me see if I wear it?" Song Xunnan looked at Wen Heng expectantly.

Wen Heng finally put it on, the light silver strap was buckled on his wrist, and the silver light flowed between his movements.

"I knew it looked good." Song Xunnan squinted and smiled, feeling a little drowsy because his blood sugar rose after a meal.

"Thank you," Wen Heng stood up, "Go to sleep first, I'll go back."

"Well, see you again, Doctor Wen." Song Xunnan yawned and continued his life of eating, sleeping, and eating.

Seeing this, the hospital bed next door turned down the sound of the video playback, but a few characters still reached Song Xunnan's ears.

"Today is July 7th. There is a lot of rain in summer, and small-scale mudslides have occurred in many places... It is reported that some crews were trapped while filming in the mountains and are being rescued. No one has died yet..."

Song Xunnan suddenly became sober, and he repeated the day: "July 7th..." At the end he sneered: "It's a good day to go to the grave to pay respects to the ancestors."

He almost forgot about Song Yuqing.