Eat while hot

As a result, Yang Moshu was really pushed out of the ward.

Shredded biscuits were scattered all over the floor.

Because the ground had just been wiped, it was wet and cold, and Yang Moshu was covered in water stains all over his body, feeling very embarrassed.

The door of 250 slammed shut, Yang Moshu got up from the ground, didn't have a seizure, just turned around to find Dr. Wang.

Dr. Wang had a look of disbelief, "Are you awake? Is it true or not?"

Yang Moshu took a tissue and lowered his head to wipe his clothes, "It's true, just after waking up, he ordered someone to do something to the doctor who gave him a free massage, please treat him back."

Seeing his gloomy look, Dr. Wang came up and patted him on the shoulder, and after a few words of comfort, he took him over for an examination.

In the next few days, 250 became the hottest topic in the hospital. Even the cleaning staff got together to talk about the 250 vegetative awakening.

Yang Moshu never went to that ward again, and never went to inquire about it.

I still practice behind the doctor every day. Occasionally, when I am free, I just eat something and read a book at the desk.

One day Yang Moshu was standing by the window eating bread, and saw a dozen people downstairs coming out of the inpatient department surrounded by a wheelchair. The people sitting in the wheelchair could not see their faces clearly, and their hair was a bit long, hanging down to cover the tips of their ears. .

But Yang Moshu could recognize who it was at a glance.

250 patients were discharged.

Yang Moshu put down the bread in his hand, stood in front of the window and looked at it for a while, until the man was carried into the car by a younger brother, then closed the door and drove away.

His chest was inexplicably tight, as if a layer of granite had been pressed on it.

Yang Moshu was silent for a while, and then started to run towards 250.

Someone was cleaning the room, and the bedding that the person had used was taken out for cleaning. There were a few scraps of paper on the floor, like a torn bed card message.

Yang Moshu picked up the shredded papers on the ground and put them together to look at them.

Although I have stayed in this ward for a while, I have never been curious about his name, nor have I looked it up.

But it's different now.

The hot wind rushed in from the window, blowing up the young doctor's forehead hair, revealing his white and tender forehead.

Yang Moshu stared down at the three words above.

Xu Wanhe.

After reading Yang Moshu, he squatted on the ground and began to pick up the pieces, ignoring the incomprehensible eyes of others. He held it in his hand after picking it up. He ran back to the office to find a tube of glue, glued the bed plate under the sun, and dried it. , and finally put it in the wallet.

Later, afraid that people would see it, he took it out of his wallet and threw it into a drawer.

But after thinking about it again, the office is usually full of people, and there is no key in the drawer. If there is nothing to do, I put some medical notes or other sundries. The possibility of being discovered is higher, so I put it back in my wallet.

Still deliberately stuffed it on the layer where the photos are placed.

Put it together with your own one-inch photo.

Two years later, Yang Moshu never saw this person again.

Xu Wanhe didn't come back for follow-up treatment either.

Slowly, Yang Moshu forgot about this person, and the bed card was moved from the wallet to the bottom of the drawer, covered with a layer of dust, but he didn't throw it out.

Yang Moshu finished his internship. Because of his good performance and hard work, he stayed in this hospital to continue working.

In fact, it is not bad to stay in this city, the four seasons are like spring, comfortable and comfortable.

But one thing is not so good, that is, the geographical location is too close to Myanmar and Laos. Because of the drug relationship, the local gangsters are rampant, and the law and order are poor. During the day, people are seen fighting and killing on the streets. Everyone is not surprised. Not to mention at night.

At noon that day, Yang Moshu didn't go home because of overtime work. He just finished his work and wanted to buy lunch for himself. Unexpectedly, when he walked out of a street, several cars drove up and blocked the alley. mouth.

Yang Moshu was very unhappy.

Because the taste of that rice noodle shop is the best in the city, it is the only one with no branches, and this group of people who don't obey the traffic rules just blocked the only way out, this is how embarrassing for a senior foodie.

Without further ado, Yang Moshu rolled up his sleeves and planned to go up and beg the car owner to open a gap so that he could squeeze through.

As a result, as soon as the sleeves were rolled up, before the person opened his mouth, he saw the door of the car was wide open, and five or six people got out of each car, and 30 people took turns on the steel pipes and started doing things in front of him.

The fight came too suddenly, and they were forced to make life and death promises.

Yang Moshu was stunned for a second or two, then quickly began to put down his sleeves, for fear of being misunderstood as an accomplice who wanted to fight.

As a result, this sleeve was only put down, and it was thrown to the ground as a sap of the same party.

When he woke up again, Yang Moshu was tied up with two people with bruised noses and swollen faces.

The light in the basement was weak, because of the humidity, the walls were covered with moss, dilapidated, and dust fell from the top of the head, rolling lightly in the beam of light.

Yang Moshu's hands and feet were bound tightly, and he felt a dull pain in the back of his head. He wanted to reach out and touch him, but he couldn't move at all, let alone call for help.

After half an hour, a few people came in at the door, in groups of two and two, and carried them out respectively.

During this period, Yang Moshu repeatedly explained to people that he was only there to eat, not to fight, but no one paid any attention to him after talking all the time, and just took them to a big office upstairs.

It is said to be a big office, but it is actually more like a study room. The decoration of the whole room is overly gorgeous. A man is sitting on the leather sofa behind the desk, with his legs and feet resting lazily on the edge of the desk, talking on the phone with his head bowed.

Those who were brought in were forced to squat on the ground, waiting to be punished.

Yang Moshu wanted to open his mouth to give a final explanation, but he raised his head, looked at the gangsters in the room, and swallowed it hard.

Xu Wanhe's voice was low and slightly mocking,

"What tricks are you going to play again? You can't play with someone else, I owe you the fuck?"

The voice on the phone was flat, with a gentle smile, "Not this time, I'm just sharing a part of the market for you. Isn't it easy to wait for you to recover..."

Xu Wanhe sneered, "You've started waiting for me too...how is it, does it feel good?"

There was still a slight smile on the other end of the phone, and he answered irrelevant questions, "I'm tired of making money on the tip of a knife, and I don't have any suitable candidates. You and I have known each other for so many years, and we are all people who came out of Uncle Tang's hands. It's the same for you." .”

"Are you thinking of quitting? Where's your little boyfriend? I remember he had a good time in Xinye and Ju Jinhui before, what a good seed..."

"He's not here."

Xu Wanhe snorted lightly, "Why don't you kick him with such virtue? If it were me, even if I couldn't stay here, I would carry you away."

The other end of the phone just laughed and didn't speak.

Xu Wanhe felt restless and hung up the phone directly.

Yang Moshu squatted on the ground with numbness in his legs and feet. He finally finished talking on the phone, but suddenly heard the loud sound of the phone hitting the wall.

Everyone on the ground was startled, but the younger brother next to him seemed to be used to it, standing silently in place without blinking.

The room was eerily silent for a moment.

Yang Moshu raised his eyelids slightly to see the man standing up from the sofa and walking towards him.

Xu Wanho frowned, looking at the only one of the three people on the ground who looked up at him.

It was white and clean, and it felt a bit like Tang Ziyan, but their looks were so different.

Yang Moshu's eyes widened, "Xu Wanhe...it's you!"

The younger brothers next to him gasped when they heard him call the boss' name directly.

Xu Wanhe stood in front of Yang Moshu, didn't answer, just looked at him.

Yang Moshu suddenly remembered the time when he was in the hospital.

At that time, this person was weak and thin, with a high body temperature, and sweet potato biscuits were warmed under the blanket all day long, how weak and weak he was.

It's not like what it is now. Standing in front of him, he is tall and strong, covering most of the light in front of him. His eyes are dark and deep. When he is face to face, he can easily smell the strong male heat.

Xu Wanhe squatted down, and squeezed Yang Moshu's chin with rough fingers.

Yang Moshu shuddered in pain,

"...you don't remember me? I'm the one...well...forget it, it's good that you don't remember..."

Then endured the pain and explained, "You caught the wrong person, I was just passing by and wanted to eat..."

"Why don't you remember, I have nothing else but a good memory." Xu Wanhe raised his eyebrows, "Aren't you a doctor in that hospital? I remember you telling me all day long that you want me to be your wife?"

The people behind him all raised their eyes and stared at Yang Moshu, with strange eyes and hints of sympathy.

Yang Moshu was slightly startled, "...no...nothing..."

Xu Wanhe straightened her waist, raised her hand slightly,

"What to do with the remaining two, leave this to me."

Then he paused again, "Let's all go out."