Uncle Nine, where are you running to?

Chapter 476: The resentment of not getting what you want

The smell of disinfectant fermented in the cool air of the air conditioner. Azhi held the enamel cup filled with hot air, and the jade bracelet on the inside of her wrist knocked against the rim of the cup, making a slight sound.

"Aren, drink slowly."

A light cough rolled out of Lin Zheng's throat, his fingers clenched the quilt, and his knuckles turned bluish-white under the blue and white striped fabric.

Xia Youren sipped the hot water, his eyes lingering with Azhi in the steaming mist.

Lin Zheng was coughing again and again, and Azhi finally came to his senses.

She quickly turned her face away, her ears were so red that blood seemed to be dripping out, but she couldn't hide the shy smile on the corners of her mouth.

Lin Zheng stared at the ends of his daughter's hair brushing against the back of Xia Youren's hand. His back teeth ached from biting, but he finally swallowed back the words, "My daughter, I'm thirsty too."

Thirsty?

He wanted to take a bottle of gasoline and pour it all over Xia Youren's thick skin, and then set it on fire!

"The water is coming."

It's not Azhi's voice.

Lin Zheng turned his head and looked towards the door.

I saw Jingzhi walking in from outside, holding an IV stand with his hand bent and a glass of water respectfully in both hands.

There were several black rollers under the IV stand. When she moved it slightly, the stand would roll around.

Jingzhi's right foot in pink slippers kept touching it, and the glass of water she was holding was swinging so much that it almost spilled on Lin Zheng's legs.

Ah Zhi then quickly left Xia Youren's bedside and came over to hold the bottom of the cup. "Thank you so much for troubling you."

Before the glass of water could be handed to Lin Zheng, Lin Zheng took the initiative to extend his hand.

Azhi looked at the big hand with a green ring that was stretched under her eyelids, and looked at Jingzhi inexplicably.

No... She remembered that her father was not usually such a proactive person, right?

Does the sun come out in the west today?

"Isn't it for me?" Lin Zheng pretended not to care and withdrew his hand.

Jingzhi's timing of coming was perfect.

He stretched out his hand just now as a subconscious action, without any other meaning.

After all, he was the only patient here who had no water to drink.

Seeing Azhi's slightly teasing look, Lin Zheng, who had sensed something, felt a little embarrassed.

He cleared his throat and explained, but it caused Azhi to misunderstand him.

She carefully put the porcelain cup into his hand, and sat back down beside Xia Youren's bed, her eyes flickering slightly as she asked tentatively:

"Sister Jingzhi is on an IV drip, and she still comes down to bring you water. How are you going to thank her, Dad?"

The young nurse who was changing the IV drip on the innermost bed had a shaking hand and almost dropped the empty glass bottle on the ground.

Great incident!

The little madman abandoned the beautiful girl in the neurology department and showed his affection to a middle-aged man!

After skillfully changing the patient's IV drip, the nurse quickly pushed the cart out, fearing that the mask on her face could not hide her grinning mouth.

Before I reached the door, I heard the man speak again.

"Thank you. I'm really sorry for dragging you down with this. When are you free? I'd like to treat you to a meal."

The gossipy little nurse suddenly couldn't walk anymore.

She leaned on the bicycle and slowly squatted down. She uttered a cry, and muttered a little louder, fearing they couldn't hear her:

"Why are your shoelaces falling off?"

He hadn't been slacking off for two seconds when he heard Jingzhi, who was sitting behind him, reply loudly:

"You're so polite. You don't have to eat. Can you help me with my brain when you're free?"

Oh! What is she expecting?

The nurse rolled her eyes and stood up silently.

It turned out to be that little lunatic again, wasting a minute of her time.

Jingzhi looked at her angry back in surprise and scratched the back of his head.

What's going on? Is this?

Lin Zheng was also a little embarrassed.

The first time I took the initiative to invite someone to dinner, I was rejected.

Fortunately, Jingzhi gave him a way out.

Lin Zheng replied:

"Tomorrow, I'll be free tomorrow."

Ah Zhi frowned like a mountain, she disagreed

"Aren't you going to stay for two days to observe? You almost bumped into the door when you went to the bathroom just now."

Lin Zheng's ears were filled with the color of a burning fire cloud. The scent of disinfectant wrapped around his daughter's crisp voice and penetrated into his eardrums. He could almost hear the nurses' whispering laughter outside the ward.

Damn kid!

How can he save his dignity if he says such things in front of others?

"Ahem... I think I'm fine. It's okay to go back home and recuperate. I'll be discharged from the hospital later."

Lin Zheng held his neck tight, his Adam's apple rolling under his skin with difficulty.

Let him see my brain tomorrow?

Jingzhi looked confused, but she had to go to work tomorrow.

Isn't tomorrow Monday?

Jingzhi didn't notice his embarrassment at all. She took out her almost dead cell phone from her pocket and looked at the date.

July 3rd.

July 1st is Saturday, and today isn't Sunday at all. How could she have fainted and ended up fainting all the way to Monday?!

The five or six missed calls and text message notifications that kept popping up on the screen were jumping like death warrants, and the crisp sound of the perfect attendance award turning into bubbles exploded almost at the same time as the knock on the door.

&34;Tock, knock, knock!&34;

There was a slow knock on the door.

When they looked back, they saw the dean and several doctors in white coats rushing in with a stream of disinfectant with a sudden increase in concentration.

The dean came to check on the wards, and when he saw Jingzhi there, he suddenly felt a headache.

"Hello, Dean."

Jingzhi straightened her back reflexively, pinched a crescent shape on the phone case with her fingernails, and kept her professional smile precisely at a fifteen-degree angle.

During this time, his eyes passed by his colleagues, but he didn't dare to look at Xie Yao who was standing on the far right.

Xie Yao is not a person who has no sense of propriety and cannot distinguish between public and private affairs.

He walked to bed 03, checked the head wounds and medical records of other patients, then turned and nodded to the dean.

"Don't run around if you have nothing to do." Several doctors walked out, and the dean turned around and said something to Jingzhi.

But she took advantage of the situation and moved over with the IV stand.

"Dean, that inert agent probably contains propofol. Look at my hands."

The dean lowered his eyes, looked carefully, then looked up and asked:

"You...are you asking for leave?"

Jingzhi's pale face broke into an affirmative smile. "I'll rest for two days and see how things go. Brain surgery doesn't tolerate any mistakes."

The dean didn't agree immediately, but turned around to look at Xie Yao who was at the back.

"Isn't there another surgery this afternoon? Have you communicated with the other replacements?"

Xie Yao pushed his glasses, his eyes passed over Jingzhi's slightly trembling pale fingertips, and his heart suddenly ached.

He nodded to the dean and said:

"She's right."

"I have arranged other deputies here. The patients are the most important thing."

The dean then turned back to look at Jingzhi, "Okay, but there are still procedures for asking for leave. Please write a note for me later."

"Okay!" Jingzhi breathed a sigh of relief, holding the IV stand and sitting back on the stool.

A group of people walked out in a hurry, and the smell of disinfectant seemed to be taken away with them. Jingzhi even felt that the air was a lot fresher.

Xie Yao fell last.

Just as he reached the door, he caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye and suddenly stopped.

He couldn't tell whether his face was happy or angry as he slowly turned to the right. When he saw the cup of water in Lin Zheng's hand, his eyes suddenly darkened.

Xie Yao clearly remembered that ordinary wards were all equipped with disposable plastic water cups.

At this moment, the rim of the bone china cup in Lin Zheng's hand was clearly printed with a wisteria pattern - this was the exclusive logo of the top-floor VIP suite.

A hint of vigilance suddenly appeared in his calm eyes, and the sunlight outside the window cut a light and dark boundary on his lenses.

The footsteps stopped outside the door.

Xie Yao slowly raised his eyes and glanced secretly at Lin Zheng who was talking to Jingzhi.

That talisman might belong to this man.

He has been pursuing her for so many years, but Jingzhi has never even offered to pour him a cup of tea.

Heavy jealousy accumulated bit by bit in Xie Yao's eyes. The calm state of mind he had maintained for 28 years was suddenly crushed by a glass of water at this moment.

Xie Yao snorted coldly and walked away with his sleeves raised.

That guy is nothing good either.

He is not taller than him, not as handsome as him, and older than him.

Nothing to fear!

……

Lin Zheng turned his head to look at the door which still smelled of disinfectant, and raised his eyebrows slightly.

Is he hated?

Lin Zheng has always had sharp senses.

Even though his nerves were dull and numb at the moment, he could still feel the two uncontrollable hostility and sword-like gazes at the door just now.

So he called Xia Youren over to close the door.

Then he asked Jingzhi to come over and listen carefully:

"Do you have any conflict with him?"

Azhi's eyes widened suddenly. Is this how her father interpreted it?

Azhi and Xia Youren looked in shocked eyes, which made Lin Zheng feel a little uncomfortable.

He peeked over at bed number 03 and saw that the person was asleep. He lowered his voice and explained seriously:

"I don't know him, but he seems to be quite familiar with you. Even though we have no grudges against each other, he glared at me, which shows that he has some resentment towards you. I think you should be more careful when you are working."

He was still analyzing the situation on his own, and Xia Youren's mouth opened wider and wider, obviously stunned by Lin Zheng's bizarre train of thought.

The resentment people feel towards Jingzhi isn't just about gratitude or grudges, it's about not getting what you want! !

Xia Youren finally understood how his future father-in-law had remained single for so many years.

If someone winked at him, he would probably think there was a mosquito in their eye!

Just at this moment, Jingzhi, who was beginning to want to tease, had to come over and make trouble.

Her face was serious, and she nodded continuously as she listened to him. "You're right. I'll keep an eye on him."

Lin Zheng, whose opinion was agreed upon, slowly relaxed the ridges between his brows and showed satisfaction on his face.

He took a sip of water to moisten his throat and said, "That's good."

At this moment, the naughty Jingzhi suddenly turned around and took out -

"Next time he confesses his feelings to me, I will definitely decline politely. After all, work is tiring enough, and making another enemy would be disastrous."

"puff!"

A mouthful of warm water sprayed all over the bed.

Lin Zheng covered his mouth to suppress his cough, his eyes widened, and he hurriedly tried to make up for it:

"Yes, yes... He likes you... Then you don't have to... Yes, ahem, I'm sorry, I was overthinking it."

Jingzhi was still serious. She took out a few sheets of paper and handed them to him. Then she touched her chin and said:

"Personal emotions can easily affect work performance. A brain surgeon can't afford to have excessive emotional fluctuations. Don't worry, I'll bring it up with him when I return to work on Thursday."

提？

What to mention?

Is Titarin Zheng making random guesses and breaking up marriages for no reason?

Then Dr. Xie would have to come with a scalpel to pry open his skull, right?

"No, you, you don't have to, ouch."

Lin Zheng covered his forehead with a tissue in one hand, not knowing what to do...