no way

Zhang Cong's eyes moved from Yan Jianghe's face to the trash can, paused for a moment, and then moved back to Yan Jianghe's face.That gaze seemed to say that he really wanted to fold Yan Jianghe twice and stuff it in.

Yan Jianghe slowly evoked a smile, but it didn't reach his eyes: "I paid the money, why?"

Zhang Cong frowned: "What do you mean? Have pity on me?"

"You're a fart." Yan Jianghe chuckled, "Don't put gold on your face."

He pointed at Zhang Cong: "I did it for the old man. He is my master, and I am filial. If I don't look at him, I don't care about you?"

really.That's it.

Zhang Cong nodded. Why didn't Yan Jiang let him smoke? He took out a lollipop from his pocket, peeled it off, and threw the wrapper into the trash can.Zhang Cong didn't speak any more, he stuffed the candy into his mouth and turned back.

To Yan Jianghe's surprise, not only did Zhang Cong not look down after he finished cursing, but even a little relaxation could be seen in his expression.

He stared at Zhang Cong's back for a while before following him, keeping a distance of several meters between them.

Yan Jianghe turned his mind around, only thinking that Zhang Cong was a child who was really difficult to tease, and he didn't know how deep his thoughts were hidden in that young chest.

Yan Jianghe is a doctor, and he knows better than anyone how painful the "disease" is.Fortunately, everyone in the courtyard can take care of Mr. Feng, and Zhang Cong just wants to fiddle with money.But the hospital was busy after all. After a while, the old man became seriously ill. Zhang Cong was still a student. With both money and people, he couldn't afford it at all.Besides, how Zhang Cong got the money, Yan Jianghe didn't know yet.He can't think optimistically.

But even though it was all like this, it was so difficult for Zhang Cong to say "help me".

Although Yan Jianghe volunteered his filial piety to help Mr. Feng, he still wanted to hear Zhang Cong give in.But after seeing Zhang Cong, he knew that he must not be able to hear it.

This brat is young, his bones and blood are all twisted into deformities.

Yan Jianghe thought so, the corridor was not long, and the two of them went back to the ward in a flash.

With a lollipop in his mouth, Zhang Cong lay down to write the paper as soon as he entered the room.

Elder Feng was still drinking his soup slowly, he didn't ask anything, he just raised his head and glanced at Yan Jianghe.Yan Jianghe shook his head lightly at him.

Yan Jianghe walked over, sat down beside Mr. Feng, took out a fruit knife from his pocket and put it on the table.

Zhang Cong looked up and was stunned.This is the "murder weapon" he used to scare Liu Enming, and was confiscated by Yan Jianghe.

"What are you doing?" Old Feng glanced at Yan Jianghe.

"Peel fruit for you to eat." Yan Jianghe said.Then I saw him pull out two big red apples from the cabinet under the table like a juggler.

Old Feng frowned and coughed twice: "I won't eat, I can't eat."

"Okay." Yan Jianghe nodded, turned to look at Zhang Cong, "Then I will eat with Zhang Cong."

Zhang Cong almost spat the lollipop in his mouth on his face.

Yan Jianghe peeled an apple slowly, his hands were dexterous, and the apple was ready in a short while.Before putting down the knife in his hand, he raised his arm and shook it at Zhang Cong.

Then Yan Jianghe fell ill again. He took two petals from the rose in the water bottle and put them on the apple.Red and white, bright and beautiful.

Originally, when he bought two roses, Mr. Feng wanted to scold him. This time, seeing how nervous he was, Mr. Feng couldn't help it, and said, "I think you're out of your mind."

After scolding Mr. Feng, he didn't bother to look at him. He put down the soup in his hand, lay down on the bed and closed his eyes to fall asleep.The old man closed his eyes, but the next second his eyelids opened a crack. Yan Jianghe wanted to laugh, knowing that he wanted to take a sneak peek.

Yan Jianghe got up, handed the apple to Zhang Cong, and said with a smile, "Here."

Zhang Cong was holding a water-based pen in his hand, and the barrel of the pen was twirling around his fingertips. He wanted to use the tip of the pen to poke the tricks of the star-studded couple on the opposite side.

Yan Jianghe put the apple under Zhang Cong's eyelids, bent down and whispered in his ear, "Did you see it?"

Zhang Cong stared at the two rose petals on the apple: "What?"

"The correct usage of fruit knife." Yan Jianghe said.

Zhang Cong took a deep breath and forced himself not to stand up and kick Yan Jianghe.He threw away the pen, took the lollipop from his mouth, picked up the apple with the other hand and shook it, shook off the petals, put the apple in his mouth and took a big bite with a "click" to vent his anger .

"Tell me the truth, what are you doing with the knife? Are you fighting with Tang Fuxing?" Yan Jianghe asked again in a low voice.

Zhang Cong didn't want to tell him even a single punctuation mark.Now that he can breathe in the same room with Yan Jianghe, that is already the greatest tolerance in life.

Yan Jianghe naturally didn't expect him to answer, he watched Zhang Cong gobble up the apple in a circle, his cheeks were so swollen that he couldn't chew it anymore.

Yan Jianghe straightened up and smiled: "You still owe me a cup of hot water, and you can't even answer my question?"

Yan Jianghe: "Be careful of choking to death."

He gave up, went back to Old Feng's bed and sat down again, and finally picked up a box of donburi and started to eat.While eating, he said vaguely: "Zhang Cong, I told you to eat slowly, you have a bad stomach, so be careful."

There seems to be some kind of hysteria in his words. Anyway, Zhang Cong choked on apple juice after hearing it, and almost spit out what was in his mouth.The lollipop in his hand fell to the ground and shattered with a "crack".

Yan Jianghe quickly lowered his head, unable to hold back his joy.

Mr. Feng didn't think it was a big deal when he watched the excitement, so he turned his face to Yan Jianghe, and secretly reached out to give him a thumbs up.

Zhang Cong was in a mess.He didn't understand, what kind of thing did he provoke?Did he make a huge mistake?God insisted that Yan Jianghe pester him like this.

Zhang Cong threw the apple, stood up and walked to Yan Jianghe, raised his hand to pick up the kettle, took out a disposable paper cup next to it, and poured a cup of hot water for Yan Jianghe: "Give it back to you."

He said, "No."

Yan Jianghe pondered for a second, and then responded with "no".

Zhang Cong answered his question just now.He didn't take the knife to fight Tang Fuxing.Yan Jianghe guessed otherwise.But what is this little bastard doing with a knife?However, at this moment, he basically felt that Zhang Cong would not hurt anyone with a knife.

Yan Jianghe took a sip from the water glass, and with a smile on his lips, he raised the paper cup to Zhang Cong: "Thank you."

Looking at his appearance, it seems to be a demonstration for Zhang Cong, as well as some kind of irony.

The little bastard just owes fiddling.Yan Jianghe had a smile on his face, but he was secretly thinking: "Xiaomian, I can't deal with you anymore?"

It is conceivable that Zhang Cong will really be pissed off by Yan Jianghe.He threw the paper that he was almost finished to the ground.

The air was quiet, Feng Lao lay down and pretended to be asleep, Yan Jianghe continued to smile, and slowly drank the cup of hot water that Zhang Cong "filially respected".The two colluded and planned to work together to annoy Zhang Cong to death.

Zhang Cong stood there panting for a long time, overwhelmed by the eerie silence.Anger went up and down in his body, and he felt uncomfortable from the soles of his feet to the tips of his hair.

Zhang Cong let out a breath, packed his schoolbag, and prepared to leave.

As soon as he moved his legs, Mr. Feng who was lying on the bed suddenly "woke up", closed his eyes and said, "Hey, you go later, give me your blindfold. Is the broken curtain in the hospital blocking it?" Same, if you want to sleep during the day, you will be disturbed by the sunlight."

"What blindfold?" Zhang Cong asked, he took out the water glass in his bag and took a big sip of water, and finally suppressed his anger.

"Just last time, you came here at night in case you turned on the light and disturbed the one I wore. It's quite useful." Feng Lao still closed his eyes and didn't open them.

Zhang Cong stared at the old thing for a long while, cursed eight words in his heart, "Immortal", and then began to take out his schoolbag.

He took out the blindfold and almost threw it on Old Feng's face: "Let's go." After speaking, he turned around and went out the door without looking back.

With a hoarse voice from illness, Mr. Feng tried his best to bury Zhang Cong in a high voice: "You little bastard!"

Yan Jianghe put down the water glass in his hand, stuffed a mouthful of rice into his mouth, and then picked up the blindfold on Old Feng's face and waited for him to put it on.

Yan Jianghe stared at the pitch-black blindfold, and suddenly fully understood why Mr. Feng was so interested in Zhang Cong.

This young man has muddy bones and dregs flowing in his veins.His heart was barren, with no vitality at all. Only in the most remote and narrow corner, a corner was built with a few broken straws, but it was only the size of a collapsed star, and the inside was scrawled with sparse and hot cloth. No one dares to show warmth.

Yan Jianghe tucked in the quilt for Elder Feng again: "Rest, I'll leave after eating."

As he spoke, he ate the rice bowl bite by bite.The taste is good, but the stew is a bit salty.He raised his hand and drank the cup of hot water that Zhang Cong had poured.

"Take it easy." Feng Lao said suddenly, "Zhang Cong just got it, don't toss it too much."

"You're already lying here, and you still worry about it. Shouldn't you get an injection later?" Yan Jianghe said, "I'll call you a nurse when I leave."

Old Feng snorted angrily.

"Didn't you let me take care of him?" Yan Jianghe squinted at him, he squinted his eyes, and his sharp eyes looked at the faint smile on Feng Lao's mouth.

Yan Jianghe: "Now I think it's too late for me to take the medicine."

He took Mr. Feng's hand and shook it, staring at the needle on it: "Whoever buried the needle for you, it's all crooked. What's wrong with it, I owe you a lot of scolding."

Elder Feng finally couldn't help laughing.

Yan Jianghe sighed, and stuffed his hands into the quilt: "Don't worry, I think that little bastard is quite tough."

After Yan Jianghe finished eating a box of rice, Mr. Feng had already fallen asleep.He quietly left the ward, called for someone at the nurse's station, and told him to give Mr. Feng an IV in an hour.

The old man is wearing a blindfold, let him sleep well.Under the torment of illness, he should have had a good night's sleep for a long time.

Yan Jianghe stretched his waist and decided to go back and lie down for a while before going to work in the afternoon. As soon as he got out of the elevator, the phone in his pocket vibrated.

Yan Jianghe took it out and took a look. The name on the screen made him subconsciously pause, but he quickly picked it up: "Hey, Yun Lei."

"Jiang He." A gentle female voice came from the other end of the phone, "You..."

"What? Is there something wrong?"

"It's nothing." Yun Lei smiled lightly and said, "I just wanted to ask if you are free tonight? Have a meal together?"

Yan Jianghe raised his eyebrows and pondered for a while.Yun Lei is not the type to take the initiative, so there must be something to be able to call him to ask him out.

He thought about it and figured it out, Yun Lei's birthday is today.

Yan Jianghe smiled and said, "No way, I have a major operation in the afternoon, maybe it will be delayed until what time, and I am busy at night, so I can't leave."

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