Oh my god! Why is the boss such a clingy person?

"Mr. Su, is the injection finished? Just press the bell." The nurse saw Su Qingyan coming over and hurried over.

"No, I was too bored, so I came out for a walk."

Zhou Cheng's hand-scrub suit has now become Su Qingyan's special hospital gown. The first thing she does when she reports to the hospital every day is to change into this gown, and then walk around the doctor's office and the nurse's station for a few rounds, wishing that everyone in the department would know that she and Zhou Cheng are in a relationship where they can wear the same clothes.

The nurse brought an IV stand and placed it next to him. Su Qingyan sat down and asked, "Did Doctor Zhou finish the operation?"

"I just stepped down. Dr. Zhou has been working non-stop these past few days. Today, he can finally go home after get off work."

When Su Qingyan heard that Zhou Cheng was going to have surgery, he immediately jumped up from his chair and walked to the office holding the IV. There was only the night shift doctor in the office, so he walked to the duty room with ease, knocked on the door twice symbolically, and went in.

Zhou Cheng was changing clothes. He had just taken off his scrubs when he heard someone knocking on the door. He turned around and saw Su Qingyan with shining eyes.

"You're not going to return my clothes?" Zhou Cheng said as he put on the clothes.

"No, I'm going to take it home and wear it as pajamas."

"The blood is coming back." Zhou Cheng pointed to his infusion pump.

"Have you eaten?" Su Qingyan ignored him.

"I ate it." Zhou Cheng quickly put on his clothes, then walked to Su Qingyan's side and raised the bottle. "Are you holding it so low to donate blood?"

As soon as Zhou Cheng approached, Su Qingyan's heart beat faster. He even despised himself for becoming like a young girl in love.

"Doctor Zhou, let me take you home. You can get some sleep in the car."

"What's our relationship? Why are you sending me home?" Zhou Cheng watched the blood in the infusion device being slowly replaced by medicine.

"It's because I've seen the butt." Su Qingyan said with a smile.

"Patients undergoing surgery don't wear clothes." Dr. Zhou was speechless.

"There's only a little bit left. I won't give you any more. Wait for me." Su Qingyan took the medicine bottle from Zhou Cheng, then went to the nurse station to remove the needle and seal the tube, and went to the ward to get a coat, all in one go. When he returned to the duty room door, he was already out of breath.

"Why are you in such a hurry?" Zhou Cheng saw him panting and coughing, and felt helpless. "Let's go."

Su Qingyan followed Zhou Cheng through the employee passage to the underground parking lot and volunteered to sit in the driver's seat. Zhou Cheng closed his eyes and rested after getting in the car, and Su Qingyan drove carefully. When the car was smoothly driven to the parking space in Zhou Cheng's community, Zhou Cheng finally opened his eyes and looked at him.

"Do you know the password to my front door?"

Su Qingyan didn't feel guilty at all and said that he was a gentleman and would not go to someone's house without permission.

After going upstairs together, Zhou Cheng did not avoid him, and opened the door after entering the password. The house was all black, white and gray, without any extra colors, and it was as clean as a model room, without a trace of fireworks.

After changing his shoes, Su Qingyan walked in. Zhou Cheng took a look at his shoes that were not properly placed, sighed silently in his heart, and went in after putting them in place. When he entered the door, he saw the coat that Su Qingyan had casually put on the back of the sofa, pursed his lips and hung the coat in the entrance closet.

"Wash your hands." Zhou Cheng couldn't help himself when he saw that Su Qingyan had already started the tour.

Su Qingyan followed him to the bathroom, and as soon as Zhou Cheng turned on the faucet, he came over to wash his hands together.

"You first?" Zhou Cheng said helplessly.

"Together, together." Su Qingyan's playful smile made Zhou Cheng

The degree of tolerance continues to improve.

"Doctor Zhou, is tomorrow my last injection?"

"Yeah." Zhou Cheng handed him a disposable hand towel.

"I'll take you to work tomorrow, and then I'll be out for a few days, so don't miss me."

"Okay." Zhou Cheng responded casually, pointing at the tissues he had placed on the sink.

Su Qingyan didn't expect Zhou Cheng to answer yes. His movements froze, and he quickly threw the tissue into the trash can.

"My house only has one bedroom and one study." Zhou Cheng knew that he couldn't get Su Qingyan away today.

"I'll sleep in the study. I promise not to disturb you. I'll wake you up tomorrow morning. What do you want for breakfast?"

"Whatever." Zhou Cheng felt that he was not so tired because of Su Qingyan's high spirits.

Su Qingyan took advantage of Zhou Cheng's shower to look around his house, then sat on the sofa and looked at the broken skis under the spotlight opposite, feeling unhappy. Su Qingyan fell asleep again due to his depressed mood. When he woke up suddenly, he saw pajamas and underwear with the labels still on the sofa next to him. Zhou Cheng simply didn't want to waste time talking to him, but Su Qingyan felt that he had taken another big step forward. He hummed a little tune while taking a shower, then changed his clothes and went to the study, ready to go home and put away his pajamas.

He was stunned when he opened the study door.

Zhou Cheng was wearing glasses and typing on the computer. When he saw him come in, he raised his eyes and continued typing.

"Why don't you go to bed?" Su Qingyan felt overwhelmed when he saw the screen full of English professional terms.

"Go to bed right away." Zhou Cheng did not slow down his typing.

"You haven't slept for several days? Go to bed and stop writing." Su Qingyan saw that his eyes were bloodshot and was very confused about what he was doing.

Zhou Cheng took off his glasses and pressed his sore eyes, then turned off the computer and went back to his room to sleep.

Su Qingyan lay on the narrow, hard single bed in the study, feeling that he had never suffered such pain in his life.

The next day, Zhou Cheng hesitated for a long time but decided to wake Su Qingyan up, otherwise she would be late.

Su Qingyan frowned sleepily, hummed a few times, and then suddenly woke up.

"What time is it?" Then he looked at the time and it was only 6 o'clock. He looked at Zhou Cheng in confusion, "Why are you getting up so early?"

"There's going to be a traffic jam soon." Zhou Cheng said and went out.

Su Qingyan got up in a hurry, and then sent a message to his assistant to send breakfast directly to the hospital. When he arrived at the garage, he still rushed to sit in the driver's seat. Zhou Cheng saw that he was always dozing off, so he had no choice but to help him observe the road conditions, which felt more tiring than driving himself.

When they arrived at the hospital, Su Qingyan particularly enjoyed walking through the employee passage with Zhou Cheng. They met a nurse from the same department in the elevator and had a pleasant chat. Zhou Cheng was so embarrassed that he wanted to hide. There were more than 10 people in the elevator. Why did they have to chat in such a small and enclosed space?

The medical staff of the General Surgery Ward 2 were extremely happy these days, enjoying a cup of coffee in the morning, a delicious meal at noon, and a cup of milk tea in the afternoon. Su Qingyan also became a VIP, and even Director Li could chat with her in a friendly manner. Zhou Cheng felt tired just by watching. He didn't understand why some people were so good at dancing and enjoying being the center of the stage.

In comparison, I feel like I'm just crawling in a gutter.