Beijing-Hong Kong Confession

"Never seen a scar?"

The man's voice was a little hoarse, and there was a familiar nastiness hidden in every word he spoke.

The subtle pain spread to her nerve endings, and she regained consciousness and calmed her mind.

"I've seen a lot of scars." Zhu Xia's voice was gentle and slow, "I've never seen a scar caused by my own hands."

As soon as she finished speaking, the room fell into silence and her breathing became muffled for a few moments.

He Lianzhou stared at her and said in a low voice, "Doctor Zhu cares so much about every patient?"

The strength of his wrist did not decrease at all. Zhu Xia suspected that if she said something wrong, he would immediately break her hand.

After a moment of silence, she said in a smooth tone, "Mr. He, you are joking. Doctors treat all patients equally."

One is Dr. Zhu and the other is Mr. He.

Back and forth.

He Lianzhou quickly let go.

The unignorable touch seemed like a pipe dream to her.

Zhu Xia used a cotton swab to help him apply the medicine, and he was so cautious as if he was a bomb that would explode at the slightest touch.

No matter how hard she pushed, the man showed no reaction. But the accumulated power and sense of oppression unique to those in high positions were very strong.

I'm afraid only Zhu Xia could have such wild thoughts under He Lianzhou's gaze.

Her thoughts were vague.

The injury was very serious, the skin and flesh were torn apart, and the bones were almost visible. The scar must not be very good-looking.

It's not like he has no money, why doesn't he get rid of it?

Is it to constantly remind myself of that extremely stupid and absurd past?

After giving him the medicine, Zhu Xia gave him some medical advice.

He Lianzhou frowned and looked indifferent. He looked at her politely on the surface, but it was unclear whether he was listening or not.

There are so many people flattering him, there is no need for her to talk too much.

She didn't care whether he remembered or not.

During visiting hours, happy laughter could be heard from the corridor of Hong Yan Hospital from time to time. Su Weiwen checked Jiang Zhao and found that there was nothing serious and it was not a postoperative complication.

The heart that Jiang Anyu had lifted returned to its original place, his expression eased a little, and he looked up and saw Zhu Xia and He Lianzhou walking in one after another.

Jiang Anyu's eyes behind his glasses flashed with surprise, and Wen Ya greeted him, "Doctor Zhu."

"Mr. Jiang." Zhu Xia nodded at him and glanced at Farah who stretched out her arms to him.

Jiang Anyu then said, "Farah has a fever. I'll bring her to see you."

"It's nothing serious." Su Weiwen stood up and saw Zhu Xia. She looked a little relieved and thanked him in Cantonese: "The situation is quite urgent. Fortunately, you are here."

Zhu Xia treated her as usual and told her you’re welcome in Cantonese.

Jiang Anyu grabbed Farah's two soft arms, looked at Zhu Xia, and asked in surprise: "Doctor Zhu can speak Cantonese?"

Zhu Xia smiled and said generously, "A little fur."

Hearing the voice, He Lianzhou glanced at her lightly.

Zhu Xia noticed something and turned her head slightly to meet his gaze.

When their eyes met, there was an unspeakable sense of secrecy.

In fact, he was the one who taught her Cantonese.

At that time, she was obsessed with Cantonese songs and had extremely high requirements for her pronunciation, so she asked him to communicate with her in Cantonese every day.

After all, learning by observation and exposure is the best method of education.

He Lianzhou probably never expected that one day someone would dare to require him to speak to her in a certain language.

The way he pronounces Cantonese is with nine tones and six pitches, which is suitable for love words and sounds very nice.

"Happy summer."

He Lianzhou asked her to come over. He always liked to call her by her full name. The simple two words read out from the man's cold voice floated to her ears, seeming to be tender and lingering.

I wish Xia Zhongyi to have supper on the balcony, where she has a wide view and can watch the bustling and dazzling night scene of the city.

The balcony faces east, with good lighting and ventilation. The large space is furnished with a long solid wood table and two high stools. On the long table are two wine glasses, pizza, salad and fruit.

She sat on one of the high stools, and He Lianzhou held the stool and turned it for her.

Language is the most difficult subject to learn. If you don't have a basic knowledge of Cantonese, it is very difficult to learn it.

After several discussions.

"Let's do this." Zhu Xia ate and drank comfortably, stepping lightly on his stool with her feet, occasionally touching his calves. "Let's make a bet. If I can successfully learn Cantonese, I win..."

"Your vacation time is all mine."

"No problem... Hey, who would fulfill the other party's wish after winning? You should grant me a wish."

"I teach you, and you don't have to pay tuition?"

Zhu Xia raised his chin slightly, with a confident look: "Not everyone can teach me, you have to seize the opportunity."

He Lianzhou stretched out his hand to pinch her chin and rubbed it, raising his eyebrows slightly, "My pleasure?"

"Of course!"

The first word she asked him to teach was "nerve". He seemed to find it very interesting and chuckled and said two words: "crazy line."

The man's voice was cold, like a snowflake that was about to melt. At this moment, he was speaking Cantonese, with a low magnetic feeling that bewitched people's hearts invisibly.

Zhu Xia was stunned for a few seconds, then imitated the pronunciation in a very realistic way: "痴len线?"

He looked at her for a long time, with the corner of his mouth curled up.

……

Pull back your thoughts.

Su Weiwen and Jiang Anyu explained the precautions for Farah's medication.

Zhu Xia walked side by side with Su Weiwen to Ward 7 while explaining the specific condition of her patient.

As soon as they left, Jiang Anyu immediately looked at He Lianzhou and asked suspiciously, "Why are you here?"

He Lianzhou glanced at him and said calmly, "Look at Farah."

Jiang Anyu didn't believe it, "Come on, you don't have the leisure time to visit patients everywhere."

His eyes moved down and stopped at He Lianzhou's right hand wrapped in white gauze: "When I asked you about your injury at the auction, you didn't tell me. Now you appear with Doctor Zhu, is it related to her?"

"Having said that, Doctor Zhu is indeed excellent, with superb medical skills and good looks. If it were me, I would like him too."

He pronounced the word 'like' particularly clearly.

A crude and low-level attempt at probing.

He Lianzhou curled his lips, as if he was laughing, and spoke in a calm voice: "She is not someone you can think about."

Jiang Anyu straightened his back and asked, "What do you mean?"

The man slowly uttered two words, "Mysophobia."

I wish the doctor has mysophobia and likes things to be clean?

"What's wrong with me?" Jiang Anyu covered Jiang Zhao's ears, confused and puzzled.

The sun shines on half of He Lianzhou's face, and the intersection of light and shadow is his handsome nose bridge and brow bone. He slightly lifts his eyelids and glances coldly at Jiang Anyu, who immediately understands.

It turns out that Dr. Zhu likes blank slates with no emotional experience.

What surprised Jiang Anyu even more was that his good friend actually knew what type of men the girl liked.

This is really interesting.

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Zhu Xia came out of the ward and strolled back to his office. The phone in his pocket vibrated and a new message popped up.

You Feng: "I received the rice dumplings for the Dragon Boat Festival, and everyone's feedback was pretty good... I sent you a few music scores in return, they should arrive in the next few days."

After Zhu Xia replied to the message, he looked outside the glass curtain wall. The sunlight shone through the lush green leaves, casting mottled shadows on the ground.

Looking into the distance, several luxury cars were leaving the hospital.

Memories are popping up like mushrooms after a rain.

As time goes by, the scene of my first meeting with He Lianzhou is still vivid in my mind.