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

Zhou Cheng arrived at the ward with ease. After knocking on the door and entering, he was surprised by the scene inside.

"Doctor Zhou!" Su Qingyan was lifeless just now, but when he saw Zhou Cheng coming in, his eyes lit up and he shouted at him.

Zhou Cheng stood at the door, not knowing whether it was appropriate to go in.

"Xiao Zhou is here. Mr. Su, Mrs. Su, Zhou Cheng is a top student at the First Affiliated Hospital and a student of Director Li of the Department of Hepatobiliary Surgery. It was thanks to him that we were able to find a solution for Mr. Su's illness this time." The director hurried to the rescue.

Lu Ze stood by and watched the fun with great interest. Just now Su Qingyan told him that Dr. Zhou didn't understand him at all, but now he came directly.

Zhou Cheng walked into the ward only after hearing what the director said. He stood in front of Su Chonglin properly and shook hands with him.

Su Qingyan looked at Zhou Cheng with stars in his eyes. He liked Zhou Cheng's serious and serious look. Zhou Cheng couldn't stand Su Qingyan's burning gaze and gave him a warning look.

The director and several professors introduced Zhou Cheng as a friend of Mr. Su, who had published SCI papers in Science and Cell and had first-class clinical skills.

Director Li always talks to him about this?

Zhou Cheng himself didn't believe that Director Li would mention him all the time in public. He suspected that he was just flattering Su Chonglin and Su Qingyan in a roundabout way.

Su Qingyan heard the conversation between several professors and Zhou Cheng which was full of professional terminology. Although he was confused, he was also very proud. If he had a tail, it would have been shaking to the sky by now.

"Xiaoyan, what are you doing?" Mrs. Su saw Su Qingyan lifting the quilt and trying to get out of bed.

Su Qingyan pointed to the bathroom.

When Su Qingyan passed by Zhou Cheng, he held his shoulder and asked him to accompany him to the bathroom. Zhou Cheng wanted to refuse but he had to maintain the image of Su Qingyan's friend, so he helped him go. Su Chonglin and Mrs. Su went to the office with these experts and professors.

"Doctor Zhou, I feel like my illness is cured after seeing you." After arriving at the bathroom, Su Qingyan closed the door and smiled at Zhou Cheng, putting both hands on his shoulders.

"I still have this miraculous effect?" Zhou Cheng leaned back slightly to keep a distance from Su Qingyan.

"Those old guys keep talking and won't tell me what's going on." Su Qingyan's gaze fell from Zhou Cheng's eyes to his lips.

“It’s really impossible to draw any conclusions now.”

Su Qingyan looked at Zhou Cheng's lips opening and closing, not listening to what he was saying at all, and recalled the soft and moist touch in her mind again.

"I want to kiss you," he said suddenly.

Zhou Cheng's face turned cold instantly and he took away Su Qingyan's hand which was on his shoulder.

"Call me when you're done." After saying that, he went out.

As soon as the door opened, Lu Ze was seen standing at the door, eavesdropping.

"I'll keep watch for you in case they suddenly come back, right?"

Zhou Cheng didn't like the other party taking the initiative. Su Qingyan's sudden crossing of the line made him feel uncomfortable, and now he just wanted to leave. After handing the bag containing the coat he wore yesterday to Lu Ze, he left.

Seeing that Su Qingyan hadn't come out for a long time, Lu Ze went in to look for him and saw Su Qingyan sitting on the toilet with a bitter face.

“There’s a bed, why are you sitting here instead of lying down?” Lu Ze pulled him up.

Su Qingyan fell into his arms and said weakly, "It's too difficult. My expression changes faster than that of a little girl."

The next morning Zhou Cheng received a shock. After breakfast as usual, he went to the underground parking lot, but saw a black G-Class in his parking space. There was a bunch of roses on the front of the car and the car keys in the middle.

It's easy to tell who did it.

Zhou Cheng looked at the bunch of flowers that had wilted from the cold and silently complained about Su Qingyan's aesthetic taste.

"Hmm?" Su Qingyan reached for his cell phone and answered the call, too lazy to open his eyes.

"Where did you put my car?" Zhou Cheng knew he hadn't gotten up yet when he heard the voice.

"It's in your parking space. President Su wants to thank you." Su Qingyan instantly woke up when he heard Zhou Cheng's voice, and even the corners of his mouth turned up.

Zhou Cheng didn't believe it at all. Seeing Su Qingyan's determined look, he knew that he would definitely not tell him where the car was, so he hung up the phone and called an online taxi.

Sure enough, I was late.

When he walked into the office, the morning shift had already ended. Yang Luning teased him that it must be a hard night. Zhou Cheng ignored him and quickly got back to work.

As if to punish Zhou Cheng for slacking off yesterday, he was so busy today that he didn't even have lunch. When he finally sat down to relax, it was already three o'clock in the afternoon. Zhou Cheng took out his phone to order takeout, and then he saw the test results that Su Qingyan sent in the morning. He didn't want to read it at first, because the doctors who treated Su Qingyan were all big shots, so he didn't need to worry at all. But then he thought that Su Qingyan's delayed illness had something to do with him, so he clicked it for peace of mind. After reading only a few lines, his brows knitted tightly.

Su Qingyan said nothing today, which was not like his usual self at all.

Zhou Cheng looked at the indicator that was rising again, hesitated for a few seconds, and finally dialed the phone.

"Doctor Zhou, I have his phone. The doctor told him not to use his phone anymore."

It was Lu Ze who answered the call.

"Is he still in the ward? Did he go for other tests?"

"I was getting an injection in the ward. The professors were talking to Director Su, and they wouldn't let me in."

After Zhou Cheng hung up the phone, he called Yang Luning again.

"Brother Yang, please pick me up early on the night shift. I have something to do in the evening."

Although Yang Luning kept cursing Zhou Cheng, he still rushed over immediately.

"You'd better think of how to thank me." When Yang Luning arrived at the department, he saw Zhou Cheng already waiting at the door of the duty room.

"Okay." Zhou Cheng quickly changed his clothes and ran away.

When I arrived at the parking lot, I remembered that I didn’t drive today, and I waited in line for a taxi in the cold wind.

When he arrived outside Su Qingyan's ward, shivering from cold, he saw two men in suits guarding the door.

"Hello, you are not allowed to visit now."

Zhou Cheng was turned away and wanted to go to the director to ask about the situation, but he felt he was not qualified, so he went home.

It was still early when he got home, so he turned on his computer and started looking up literature. Perhaps it was because of the recent drop in temperature, the temperature in the house also dropped. After a while, he felt his fingers frozen. Zhou Cheng shivered and crawled into the quilt with his notebook in his arms.

In the narrow space, I couldn’t move at all. The air became thinner and thinner, and the familiar feeling of suffocation came over me again.

Zhou Cheng knew that he had another nightmare, and he struggled desperately, trying to wake up from the dream quickly, but his body was firmly restrained and he could not move.

"PTA 35%, PLT 73, acute liver failure."

No, you can't.

“It would have been nice if we had discovered it earlier.”

Why don't you give him a test?

“If I hadn’t gone to climb the snowy mountains, it wouldn’t have developed to this extent.”

Why travel so far, just for a snowboard?

"His will—"

Zhou Cheng's thoughts were in a mess and he could no longer tell whether it was reality or a dream. He woke up in a cold sweat, his heart pounding. It took him a long time to slowly calm down his breathing. He glanced at the time. It was past 2 o'clock. His phone was full of work messages. The dialog box with Su Qingyan was still quiet and had already fallen to the next page.

Zhou Cheng came to the restaurant and poured himself a glass of water. His throat hurt as if it was being cut by a knife.