Dr. Lin, you hurt me.

When Lin Feng came back to his senses, he wanted to use his phone to check the policies for doctoral examinations in recent years, and then he saw the photos sent by Xiao Tang.

Zhang Yan was lying on the car seat covered with a blanket. The furry blanket made his face look even smaller.

I don’t know where I’m going on this business trip, but I was so tired that I fell asleep in the car before I even set off.

They are both too busy. Although they are neighbors, they only see each other after several days. This is the frequency after Zhang Yan changed his overtime work location from the company to his home.

Neighbors who were just separated by a wall have turned into online communication methods like netizens. What's better than netizens is that they don't need to send gifts to each other by express delivery, they just need to hang them on each other's door handles and put a sticky note on them.

If this was the frequency of their previous overtime and shift work, they probably wouldn't see each other once a month.

This won't do, Lin Feng decided to talk to Director Shao tomorrow about finding some interns, otherwise he would really have to dominate the hospital.

Lin Feng knew that Zhang Yan was tired from the business trip, so he sent Zhang Yan this message: "I am on the night shift today, please take care of yourself, don't drink tea or coffee, and keep warm."

Be brief and clear.

Then Lin Feng clicked on Xiao Tang's avatar and began to edit a long paragraph about the precautions for taking care of Zhang Yan while on a business trip. It wasn't long, just one screen.

Xiao Tang is a man who can sleep even lying in the wild, but Zhang Yan is different. Although he had a hard time studying in the UK for a few years, he also found a Chinese roommate who can cook, so he didn't suffer much in life. The living habits of these two people are too different, and Lin Feng is 100% worried.

When Xiao Tang saw that the white dialog box actually occupied the entire screen, he regretted not bringing along Su Bo Ding, the part-time nanny, when he set out. Otherwise, he wouldn't have to be given such focused instructions by Dr. Lin.

Xiao Tang took a quick look and it was still the same things he had been told in the past. It was really too long and he didn't know how to reply. He only replied with three words: "Got it."

Lin Feng sat in the office, drinking a cup of instant coffee, and the corridor gradually became quiet.

After turning on the phone screen dozens of times, Lin Feng finally saw the notification of new messages.

[Got it. Good night.]

Is Zhang Yan going to sleep? Or has he just finished a phase of work and just had time to read the message he sent a long time ago and reply.

Lin Feng wanted to ask Zhang Yan if he was ready to rest, but he was afraid of disturbing Zhang Yan's rest.

Lin Feng turned the pen in his hand, and the ballpoint pen fell on the table again and again.

The night slowly seeped in through the gaps in the window, gathered around Lin Feng's body, and wrapped him up.

When you have someone in your heart, you have weaknesses, concerns, and worries.

Lin Feng hasn't felt this kind of emotion for several years.

He once thought that he might never love again, and he had lost the ability to love.

For him, living is just about completing a certain task, such as becoming a doctor and helping others with his abilities.

There is no satisfaction, only redemption.

He redeemed others and also redeemed himself that summer.

Now Lin Feng wants to learn how to love someone. His care and devotion to Zhang Yan are not because of money, professional ethics, or redemption. He just wants Zhang Yan to be happy.

Lin Feng felt that what he did was meaningful as he was able to help Zhang Yan to the best of his ability.

“How to love someone”, this topic is too difficult, even more difficult than his graduate thesis.

At that time, he read hundreds of papers and selected about fifty of them as references, and wrote a master's thesis of tens of thousands of words.

But, for “love”, are there any references? Are there any experimental data and charts to prove it?

No.

This is a psychological activity, a personal feeling that can only be understood but not expressed in words.

Everyone is different, and everyone is the same, just expecting to be loved and trying to love.

Lin Feng did not reply to Zhang Yan's good night. When he wanted to reply, he found that it was really late. He was afraid of disturbing Zhang Yan's rest.

So, Lin Feng opened the chat interface with Xiao Tang.

The dialog box remains at [Got it].

Just “know”? Then what?

The math teacher said that the process is important! The result is more important!

Lin Feng must ask clearly about the process and results.

[Has Zhang Yan rested? ]

[How is he doing today? Is his work going well over there?]

[The temperature has dropped. Remind Zhang Yan to wear more clothes. His three-piece suit for business elites is not cold-resistant at all.]

……

Lin Feng still didn't get a reply.

Xiao Tang drove Zhang Yan to the city and stayed in a five-star hotel under the Tiangong Group today.

Because when we set out in the afternoon, the headquarters informed us that Zhang Yan would be staying tonight, so the housekeeping department cleaned the already spotless presidential suite again and put in fresh flowers and fruits. The room did not smell like industrial perfume, but the natural and fresh smell of plants themselves.

Xiao Tang drove the car to the hotel entrance and threw the car keys to the doorman when he got out of the car. Then he took out the wheelchair from the trunk. The doorman had already opened the back door with great foresight. Zhang Yan got out of the car holding the door handle and then sat on the wheelchair.

Although Zhang Yan can walk on his own, it is very painful and his walking posture is not very good-looking now. Zhang Yan does not want to show his embarrassing side in front of his subordinates.

Xiao Tang pushed Zhang Yan into the hotel. When he passed by the doorman, he just told him, "Send the suitcases and backpacks in the trunk up."

Although Xiao Tang is a capable person who should work harder, he prefers this saying: "It is better to tire others to death than to tire yourself to death."

The lobby manager waited patiently and finally his boss arrived. If he didn't see Zhang Yan half an hour later, he would go to the hotel manager to report the situation.

Finally, this big Buddha has arrived.

The manager smiled obsequiously, and the folds on his clothes were so thick that they could have killed flies. Fortunately, the weather was cool, so there were no flies.

If Zhang Yan saw flies inside the hotel, as a manager, he would probably have to go to work in the cleaning department.

"Mr. Zhang, welcome. The room is ready and the supplies have been replaced with your favorite brands. I'll take you there." It turns out that this manager not only has a fold to his throat, but also a fold to his voice. It's just that the fold in his throat is probably rusty, which makes it sound a bit uneasy.

Zhang Yan checked into his own hotel so naturally he didn't need to swipe his ID card to check in, but this behavior made other customers in the lobby somewhat dissatisfied.

"Why did this guy cut in line? He went straight upstairs without even checking in." A middle-aged man in fashionable clothes with logos all over his body muttered at the front desk with a squinted eye.