Dr. Lin, you hurt me.

"What else can I do! Just call your number again. I think you just want to make trouble for me. If the system of this hospital requires you to queue up again, what will you do?" Lin Feng angrily went to the number-calling machine to call Zhang Yan's number.

"Doctor Lin, don't you have any acquaintances among your fellow students or classmates in this hospital?" Zhang Yan didn't know that Lin Feng was already angry, and was still fanning the flames.

Lin Feng was so anxious because he was worried about Zhang Yan's leg injury, but Zhang Yan's indifferent attitude really pissed him off.

"No, I don't have that much social connection."

Even though he was angry, Lin Feng still replied to Zhang Yan. He couldn't just leave a vulnerable person like him alone in this unfamiliar place.

The people around him were all speaking dialects that Zhang Yan could not understand. He was not an omnipotent superman, he was just a patient, a patient who needed help.

Lin Feng re-registered and came back, "Fortunately, the system here only lets you queue behind the current person. If I let you queue again, what would you do?"

"What should I do?" What else can I do? Just wait in line obediently.

"Then I'll take you to the emergency room. You can jump the queue for any test you want."

After waiting for only ten minutes, Zhang Yan was finally able to see the doctor. Lin Feng briefly described the situation and the doctor wrote him a list of examinations. It really took an hour to queue up and only a minute to see the doctor.

Lin Feng pushed Zhang Yan to the imaging department to queue up again. This time there were 66 people waiting, which was a really auspicious number.

Just wait.

"Zhang Yan, do you want to go to the toilet? I'll take you there now." Lin Feng looked at the number of people and knew it would not be their turn for a while.

Zhang Yan didn't feel that way at first, but after hearing what Lin Feng said, he really felt the urge to pee.

"Don't you have to hold your pee?"

Zhang Yan has also undergone a full body check-up, so how could he still say such stupid things?

"You are doing a CT scan of your legs, not an ultrasound. You don't need to hold your urine." Lin Feng relied on his professional ethics to avoid grabbing Zhang Yan's ears and scolding him.

"Oh, I remembered it wrongly. I was a little confused at that time." Seeing that Lin Feng's expression was not right, Zhang Yan began to act coquettishly and admitted her mistakes positively.

"I clearly remember that you, Young Master Zhang, were very sober and cooperative at that time." Since there was nothing else to do anyway, he might as well help Zhang Yan recall those tearful memories.

"I might have had a concussion and my memory is messed up." When acting coquettishly didn't work, she started to quibble.

"Because you said you had a headache, Mr. Zhang, the director of the neurology department came for a consultation and said your brain is fine, there is nothing wrong with it.

He was even able to work the next day after the operation. He is truly a good and dedicated president."

When Lin Feng mentioned headaches, Zhang Yan realized that he hadn't had a headache for a long time. Could it be that the collision had cured his migraine?

"Lin Feng, have I ever told you that I haven't had a headache recently?" Zhang Yan felt that it was necessary to talk to Lin Feng about this matter and ask him to help judge it.

"It doesn't hurt anymore? That's a good thing. The director of the neurology department said that this is not a physiological disease but a psychological problem. Have you seen a psychiatrist recently?" Lin Feng didn't take Zhang Yan's headache seriously at the time.

After all, all the directors said at the time that apart from his leg injury and gastroenteritis, Zhang Yan was in good health and even had better energy than the doctors.

"No, I didn't go to see a psychiatrist. I have to thank you for this. I think it was after I met you that the headaches I had for more than 20 years suddenly got better." Zhang Yan thought seriously for a while and gave this answer.

Meeting Raymond Lam was a turning point in time, and Raymond Lam became one of the few people he cared about.

"Well, maybe it's because after you met me, you started eating and sleeping on time and got enough rest, so your headache is gone. I still insist that you were dizzy that day because of hypoglycemia." Lin Feng avoided such a pretentious topic.

Zhang Yan knew it wasn’t because of hypoglycemia, but because of the phone call before he left.

Lin Feng knew it was not because of hypoglycemia, but because Zhang Yan was conscious at the time.

"I'd better push you to the toilet first. You've drunk so much milk tea. Don't let your period pass because you have to pee urgently."

Lin Feng pushed Zhang Yan to the toilet and walked through the long corridor. They passed by a group of patients waiting in line.

Lin Feng's body was covered in blood, but he didn't look injured at all. On the contrary, Zhang Yan, who was injured and sitting in a wheelchair, was clean.

The combination of these two people is weird no matter how you look at it.

Raymond Lam also noticed that they attracted too much attention, which was unnecessary, even though they were both pretty.

"What are you all looking at?" Lin Feng muttered softly, but Zhang Yan still heard it.

Zhang Yan turned around and looked at Lin Feng behind him. What was he looking at? It was because of the blood on his body.

"Lin Feng, didn't you notice that there is blood on your body?" Zhang Yan kindly reminded him in a low voice. The bloodstain is very obvious and anyone with sufficient vision can see it.

"You're talking about this? It's nothing. I'll go back and change clothes once the situation here stabilizes." It's just blood. He's used to it.

“What if there’s an infectious disease?”

"It's already this late. If there really was an infectious disease, a nurse would have come out to notify us long ago. This is an open wound. Anyone who has come into contact with blood will be notified to receive infectious disease prevention treatment."

Lin Feng knew Zhang Yan’s concerns, and also knew that only a very detailed explanation could put Zhang Yan at ease.

"Can you stand up by yourself? Or should I help you to the toilet?" Lin Feng looked at Zhang Yan. This situation was a bit awkward.

"It's dirty, I can stand by myself." Young Master Zhang didn't dare to use the toilet outside, and was about to grit his teeth and stand up.

Lin Feng suddenly stepped forward and helped Zhang Yan up, "I'll support you, you can handle it yourself."

Zhang Yan only injured his leg, his hand was still fine. At this time, it is better not to ask others for help with this kind of thing.

Although Lin Feng had helped him several times before, things were different now. At that time, Zhang Yan was bedridden and unable to take care of himself. Now he can only be described as a cripple.

Maybe because there was someone nearby, Zhang Yan thought for a long time but Lin Feng didn't hear any sound of water.

Can't hold it in anymore?

"Do you want me to help you?" Lin Feng leaned close to Zhang Yan's ear and asked in a low voice.

The hot air exhaled when speaking went straight into Zhang Yan's ears, and his ears turned red all of a sudden. His face also turned red all the way to his neck.

Zhang Yan immediately covered his mouth tightly. Help him? This is a public toilet. It's not a good idea to help him here. If someone sees me, I can't explain it clearly. It's too embarrassing.

The more nervous he was, the more difficult it became for Zhang Yan.