Why are the stars indifferent

The sun at the end of August still hurts the eyes.

Sitting in the consulting room, Cheng Zai was sweating behind his back even with the air conditioner. The last person who brought her grandson to see a doctor was an old lady who was quite unreasonable.

I don't know if it's an occupational disease, but Cheng Zai has a headache when he sees this kind of unreasonable old lady.

"Two pills of this medicine at a time," Cheng Zai said, "feed after meals."

The old lady took the medicine and looked at him a few times, "Can't you do it before meals?"

"No," Cheng Zai said, "It must be after dinner."

"Oh doctor, his parents are not at home, I'm rushing to work, he eats slowly, every time I wait for him to finish eating, I have to wait for him for a long time," the old lady frowned, as if in a vegetable market He was haggling with Cheng, "There is no time to feed him medicine, can you feed him before meals?"

"Impossible," Cheng Zai smiled, and clenched the pen tightly after turning half a circle, "This is after-meal medicine."

The old lady muttered a few more words, but Cheng Zai didn't listen, until she walked out with the child, Cheng Zai breathed a sigh of relief.

The next patient came in hurriedly, holding a five or six-year-old child in his arms, he lifted the child up in a panic like in the cartoon of The Lion King, and put it back immediately after a second pause.

Cheng was stunned when he saw the person who came in with the child in his arms, and quickly recovered, "What's wrong?"

"Ah." Zhan Le was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect to see Cheng Zai here, "I have a fever."

"Take the temperature," Cheng asked Zhan Le to put the child on the side, took out a thermometer and put it on the child, then glanced at Zhan Le again, "Your sister?"

"Well, from my aunt's house," Zhan Le nodded, he came by taxi, but he still ran for a certain distance after getting out of the car, his forehead and the tip of his nose were covered with sweat, and his face was very red, "You...are you a doctor? "

"Yeah." Cheng Zai also nodded, thought for a while, and smiled, "Aren't gays allowed to be doctors?"

"Hey!" Zhan Le glared at him, "I said I don't discriminate!"

"I know," Cheng Zai sat down, "you don't discriminate."

Zhan Le didn't know what to say.

Mumu has woken up now, holding the thermometer weakly, looking listlessly at the floor.

His mind was in a mess, almost bubbling, and he couldn't hear what Cheng was talking about.

Last night, Cheng Zai wanted to make friends with him. He thought that Cheng Zai wanted to pick him up again, and Zhan Le quickly went through the whole thing in his mind, feeling embarrassed diffuse to the whole body.

Mu Mu was very sick, and after a checkup, he was hospitalized, saying that he had pneumonia, and he had to stay in the hospital for two weeks.

Cheng Zai said that she has had a cold for a long time, and she has not been checked and treated, and it has been delayed like this.

Drag it like this.

A six-year-old child caught a cold and was neglected. He developed pneumonia and a fever.

Zhan Le didn't know how to describe his mood at this time.

After Cheng finished speaking, he took a look at Zhan Le. He accidentally touched Zhan Le's arm when he was clamping Mu Mu's thermometer just now, and it was a little scalding. "Did you also have a fever?"

"Huh?" Zhan Le didn't know what he was thinking, stared at Cheng Zai before remembering to answer, "I took antipyretics."

"Okay." Cheng Zai nodded.

The high temperature outside is almost melting people, the sweat on the neck rolls to the neckline and is absorbed by the absorbent cotton. Zhan Le may be affected by the high temperature, every step he takes Mumu to the inpatient department It was like walking in a sea of ​​fire, igniting the anger in his heart, and it was stuck in his throat with nowhere to vent.

He didn't go to the corner of the hospital's small garden until Mumu was arranged, leaned against the tree and took out his mobile phone to make a call.

Zhan Le looked up at the gaps between the leaves, the sunlight pierced through the gaps and turned into fine spots and fell on his eyelids, he squinted his eyes, and heard the phone connected, and the sound of the mahjong machine shuffling the cards.

"Hello?" Uncle answered the phone, "What's the matter?"

"Mumu is hospitalized," Zhan Le closed his eyes and took a deep breath, "The hospital in Old South Street."

"Ah?" The little uncle was stunned for a while, and then shouted again, "Wife, where is our little Mumu?"

"How do I know?" Zhan Le heard my aunt shouting on the phone, "Didn't it mean that Mom is bringing it? Mom, where is Mumu?"

"I don't know!" This is the voice of grandma, "I haven't seen you since I got up, don't you two know?"

Zhan Le didn't finish listening, so he hung up the phone.

After a while, if someone comes, I will naturally call, if no one comes...

Zhan Le's eyes were so dizzy that he simply squatted down.

If no one comes, you have to kick the door.

Playing a dick card, no one cares about the child's illness. He said he was hospitalized, and his mother asked where the child went, stupid.

I didn't notice it for the first time, maybe it was because I had a fever and became confused at the time, and Mumu was a little sluggish when eating, but I didn't notice it.

Fuck it.

Very fucked. Fucked.

Zhan Le paused for a while, and the phone in his hand vibrated again. He connected it, and the voice of the little uncle who was clearly flattering came from the other end of the phone, "Which hospital are you in? So what, did you pay for it? Your father is so rich..."

It was already past get off work time after seeing the patients, and now he was so hungry that he walked out, went to the nurse's station and followed the little nurse's macaron, took a bite and vomited.

He can't quite understand what's so delicious about something so sweet that it's bitter on the tongue.

"It's time to get off work," Director Liu laughed when he saw him, "Hey, have you gone to get Xiaojiang's biscuits? She likes them so sweet."

"Little girl," Cheng Zai also smiled, "it's normal to like something sweet."

"That's true." Director Liu laughed again.

I don't know what I'm laughing at.

Not sure what's so funny.

When Cheng took out the car keys from his pocket, he heard a loud noise not far away, but he didn't care, opened the car door and sat on it and looked forward, only to find that one of the people who were arguing was Zhan Le.

Really a grumpy boy.

Either fight or quarrel.

But Zhan Le didn't seem to be arguing with them, it was cool to keep his hands in his pockets, and looked at a man, a woman and an old man in front of him with a gloomy expression.

Cheng stretched his arms and took a box of mints from the passenger seat, poured out two and threw them into his mouth, and drove the car out slowly.

"No, we are a family, right?" The man stared at Zhan Le in surprise, "Why do you have the nerve to ask us for the money for Mu Mu's hospitalization?"

"Yeah, Mumu likes you so much," said the woman, "Why did you give me some hospital money?"

Zhan Le obviously didn't want to pay attention to them, and when he walked around a bit and wanted to go out, he was held back by the old lady, who stared at him, "You don't want to run away, do you? Mumu is asleep now, if you wake up in the middle of the night What should I do? Who will watch him?"

Gee.

Cheng Zai pushed the mint to the side and crushed it lightly with his teeth. The strong and refreshing mint flavor immediately filled his mouth.

When the car turned a corner and went out, Zhan Le suddenly raised his head, saw Cheng in the back, paused for a second, and quickly moved away.

"Hey," Cheng Zai stopped the car and lowered one window, "Let's go, Zhan Le."

Zhan Le turned his eyes back again, and looked at Cheng Zai in surprise.

Cheng Zai didn't speak any more, just looked at him from the car window.

Zhan Le only paused for two seconds this time, quickly walked around the front of the car, opened the passenger door and was about to sit up, when Cheng Zai glanced at him, "Sit in the back seat."

"... Oh." Zhan Le looked at everything, piled up a lot of passenger seats, closed the door, and opened the door of the back seat.

"Zhan Sijun!" The old lady slammed the car door angrily, "What will you do if you leave!"

"I said it! I said it [-] times or [-] times!" Zhan Le suddenly shouted, "Don't fucking call me Zhan Sijun! Don't you understand Chinese!"

The old lady was taken aback by Zhan Le's yelling, and after she slowly withdrew her hand, Cheng Zai drove the car out without much hesitation.

Zhan Le sat in the back seat, breathing heavily, and didn't look up at Cheng Zai. After coughing twice, he took out his mobile phone from his pocket, dialed someone's number, and Cheng Zai heard him yelling at the other end of the phone again. : "You fucking better watch over Mumu, she's only six years old, has a fever, everything..."

"I want you to take care of it! I want you to be busy?!" Cheng Zai heard a woman's voice on the other end of the phone, sharp and harsh, "Whether Mu Mu is my child or your child, I don't know..."

Zhan Le hung up the phone, and Cheng Zai saw in the rearview mirror that his hand holding the phone was trembling uncontrollably.

"Damn it," Zhan Le threw the phone aside, mumbling and cursing, "There's nothing good about it, they're all fucking bastards."

"I'm in the co-pilot," Cheng Zai said, "There should be a piece of bread. You find it, eat it, and look it up again. Turn over two pieces of antipyretic medicine and eat it. Try to look it up. There should be a bottle of water underneath."

Zhan Le didn't move, and Cheng Zai stopped talking.

After a while, passing an intersection, Zhan Le finally leaned forward, stretched his arms and dug out the bread, water and antipyretics that Cheng was talking about among a pile of things.

Zhan Le gnawed on the bread silently, and didn't care where Cheng Zai was going, maybe he didn't have the mood to care about it.After nibbling, he unscrewed the water and took a sip, and said in a low voice, "When you doctors see a doctor, do you always know the symptoms at a glance?"

"Didn't you just see me see a doctor in the afternoon?" Cheng Zai said, "I'm seeing a doctor, not a fortune teller."

"Then how do you know I have a fever?" Zhan Le took advantage of the red light and swallowed the medicine and water.

"The reaction is slow, and the face is quite red." Cheng Zai turned his head to look at him, "I'll just guess casually, if I guess wrong, you can just stop taking the medicine? Isn't it fun to lie to a bread? "

"Ah." Zhan Le didn't know what to say.

"Where is your home?" Cheng Zai turned his head back again.

"Turn right in front and go forward," Zhan Le said, "it's pretty close."

"Well," Cheng Zai said, "it's pretty close."