Hold on, you can't bend!

Zhang Nan nestled on the sofa with his head hanging down. On the coffee table in front of him were several kinds of his recent commonly used medicines. On the opposite side of the coffee table were three people who had been hesitant to speak since the first time they entered the door.

Zhang's parents, Zhang's mother, and Jiang He, the three of them had six eyes, and their eyes were burning, making Zhang Nan want to take his temperature again.

"So..." Qin Youzhi was the first to break the silence after looking at each other silently, "Xiao Nan, have you really remembered?"

Zhang Nan rubbed his face, and replied hoarsely: "Mom, I made you worry."

Qin Youzhi's eyes were red, and he endured the steam that quickly filled his eyes. Zhang Mowen patted her on the shoulder, comforting her silently. Say, what's your name?"

What kind of question is this... As if asking about a lost child, Zhang Nan sighed silently.

In fact, Dad just couldn't believe the surprise of being reborn after a catastrophe.

"Dad." He yelled, and the answer was irrelevant, but it moved Zhang Mowen even more, "You have been tired these days."

When his best friend recovered from his serious illness, Jiang He couldn't hold back his excitement. He walked around the coffee table and threw himself in front of him, pointing at himself, and asked, "What about me? Am I still that table-sharing drinking buddy with 'impure motives'?"

Zhang Nan thought about it for a while, during the period when he fell into delusions, Jiang He came to the door several times and did not stay long, just looked at him, and left after confirming that he was in good condition, so his knee moved unconsciously, and moved: " Get up and press my feet."

"You fucking..." Jiang He was stunned for a moment, then got up and hugged him vigorously, his voice even tinged with tears, "You fucking woke up at last!"

It's really not easy.

A cartoonist, suffering from a disease due to loss of creative inspiration, imagined himself as the protagonist of the comics under his pen.

Zhang Mowen let out a long breath and said, "This time I really want to thank Dr. Fu."

Doctor Fu, Fu Yuzheng.

This is the first time since Zhang Nan woke up, he really heard a few words about this person.

He moved his lips suddenly, but found that he didn't seem to know what to say.

grateful?

I'm afraid it would be more appropriate to apologize first before thanking you?

Just... forcibly forcing a man who had never met before to cooperate with me in such a shocking drama, how should I put it - I can't say it at all, saying one more word is social death in place Awkward.

Zhang Nan lowered his eyelashes unnaturally, thinking that if we meet again, he won't be beaten to death by that Doctor Fu, right?

Call "Doctor Lu" again, does he still dare to agree?

"How about..." Qin Youzhi observed Zhang Nan's face, and gave advice at the right time, "Let's go to the hospital to talk to Dr. Lin? After all, he woke up suddenly, and the most important thing for Xiao Nan to see a doctor is now, and... ...I can also thank Dr. Fu in person."

"Don't!" Zhang Mowen and Jiang He echoed, but Zhang Nan refused immediately without even thinking about it. He cleared his still swollen throat guiltily, and covered up, "My what...I'm feeling uncomfortable right now. Also, let's wait until the fever subsides..."

When it comes to fever, Zhang Mowen is puzzled: "Why do you suddenly get sick, heat and cold?"

"No way..." The situation of last night flashed before his eyes, Zhang Nan pretended to be calm and said, "Maybe he caught a cold."

He caught a cold in June, and Jiang He felt that he was insulting his IQ: "In this weather, unless you are going to jump into the artificial lake, why would you catch a cold?"

"Ah..." Zhang Nan nodded, "I jumped."

"??!!" The three were shocked, and Qin Youzhi repeated in disbelief: "What did you just say...?"

"Jump into the artificial lake." Zhang Nan said seriously, "Have you heard of Bai Tiao in the waves? Swim in pairs under the night with Dr. Fu."

"..."

Jiang He recalled Fu Yuzheng's frosty and snowy face that always rejected people thousands of miles away, and murmured: "Did he really...dance with you?"

Can you do it without jumping? If you don't dance, I'll burp!Zhang Nan nodded deeply: "Yes, he jumped."

Jiang He was stunned, and a thought suddenly popped up in his mind: Love is so fucking crazy!

Knowing the son is like the father, Zhang Mowen, who was also immersed in the shock, found Huadian: "But if I remember correctly, you can't swim?"

Zhang Nanxin said, can I remember correctly, but his mouth was stubborn and brave: "Dad, don't underestimate the infinite potential of a paranoid patient."

"..."

"Amazing." Jiang He was really convinced, and he gave a thumbs up sincerely, "Let the chief doctor of Qinghaishen Surgery accompany you to jump into the artificial lake at night-this strength, this heroism!"

Jumping into the lake is nothing, I've hugged it, and... I've kissed it—the thinking was a little stagnant, Zhang Nan immediately stopped himself from fantasizing, squeezed the center of his eyebrows, and said: "Okay, Mom and Dad, I'm fine for the time being. Stable, you can rest assured to go back."

"How can I do that!" Qin Youzhi said displeasedly: "You just happen to have a fever, and your father and I will stay and take care of you, and accompany you to the hospital when the fever subsides."

"No need." The superficial calmness is just a pretense. After a long time, there must be no place to hide his guilt. He can deceive others, but no matter what, he can't deceive his parents' eyes, so he begged: "I...I I don’t think there’s anything else to do, and this period of time has been too messy, give me some time, I want to... sort out by myself.”

Qin Youzhi dismissed it disapprovingly, but Zhang Mowen got up from the chair, patted his wife's vest comfortingly, and said in a warm voice: "Listen to Xiaonan, let him digest it by himself, let's go first, and come back after he has sorted out his emotions. After that, he told Zhang Nan, "Take your time, don't put too much pressure on yourself."

"I know."

After bidding farewell to the people who turned their heads three times a step, Zhang Nan returned to the living room in a daze, his mind was still dizzy, but the temperature seemed to have dropped a little, at least his temples were no longer throbbing and hurting, surrounded by familiar decorations, Bedroom, study room, living room, all the furnishings are placed in front of them intact, but Zhang Nan suddenly felt a sense of regret after being away for a long time.

Outside the window was the humming of cicadas in June, but the room was unusually quiet. During such alone time, he felt a sense of emptiness in his heart.

It's like having a bizarre and magnificent dream, only to wake up and realize that it was an accident.

What to do, his eyes wandered, and finally landed on the door of the studio.

The half-closed solid wooden door seemed to have some kind of magical power, and Zhang Nan’s footsteps were attracted uncontrollably. When the door was pushed open, the paintings hanging in the center of the studio moved gently with the wind, and the whole room was filled with the same loneliness as outside.

He looked at the manuscripts, including sketches with single lines and lead colors, oil paintings with gorgeous colors, and elegant and elegant ink paintings. Finally, he saw a carefully arranged stack of hand-painted paintings next to the drawing board.

He knew what it was, after all, some time ago, these paintings were his only spiritual sustenance.

Flipping through one by one, all the facial papers are the same person.

Fu Yuzheng.

Zhang Nan started drawing rainbows on white paper with crayons when he was young, and now he is well-known in the painting circle. For nearly 20 years, he is most familiar with and understands the brushstrokes of his works. The lines of these manuscripts are gentle to the extreme, even the virtual sunlight The shadows reveal real warmth and temperature. The man in the painting clearly has sharp eyebrows and indifferent demeanor, but when he vividly draws them, his eyes are indescribably soft and calm.

It seems that when I drew these sketches, I must have been in a good mood.

How much did he like this person when he was sinking into the emotions in his imagination?

The scorching sun outside the window was quietly hidden behind the big clouds. Zhang Nan sat on the chair in front of the drawing board, staring at the manuscripts, without moving for a long time.

For three days in a row, Zhang Nan disappeared without a trace. Fu Yuzheng finished his two day shifts and one night shift, but he was never seen.

In the outpatient clinic in the afternoon, the number of appointments reached the online again. After being busy for a long time, his voice was already so dry and hoarse. After the last patient No. Going to the table, respectfully said: "Teacher Fu, you have worked hard, drink water to moisten your throat."

"I'm affected." Fu Yuzheng nodded in thanks, picked up a glass of water and drank most of it, then called up an electronic medical record from the computer that he had read not long ago, and said, "Let's take a look at the condition of this patient. After the shadow is found on the enhanced MRI and vascular imaging, but the diagnosis of cerebral thrombosis is still not confirmed, will the physician suggest neurosurgery intervention?"

No matter what age or level the student is, it is always a nightmare for the teacher to ask questions in class. Xiao Liang took a step closer, looked at the main description of the disease on the computer screen, thought for a moment, and said: "Through the patient's own description and various According to the results of another examination, the numbness of the limbs spread upward to the waist, there is a tendency to continue to develop, dragging when walking, balance disorders...well, weakness in the right leg, intermittent muscle shaking... Although the MRI results showed that the left parietal lobe falx There is a patchy low-density shadow next to it, but there may also be lumbar lesions at the same time?"

Fu Yuzheng nodded, and said affirmatively: "I have grown up——according to the patient's condition, lumbar spine and spinal cord neuropathy cannot be ruled out."

It was not an easy task to hear Mr. Fu's personal praise. Xiao Liang happily said with a smile, "I'm still far behind. It's the teacher who taught me well!"

After half a day of outpatient hours, the clinics in the lobby gradually became quiet. Fu Yuzheng picked up his water glass, got up and walked out the door: "I'll go back to the ward, and you can get off work after handing over."

Passing through the long corridor connecting the outpatient building and the ward building, Fu Yuzheng returned to the Shenwai ward. Before entering his office, he went to the doctor on duty to ask about the conditions of several critically ill patients. After confirming the preparations for the two surgeries tomorrow, I can finally leave work with peace of mind.

He took off his white coat and went to the office drawer to get the car keys. As soon as he entered the door, he saw Lin Jie leaning against his desk with folded arms, staring at him with unfriendly eyes.

Fu Yuzheng put the white coat into the disinfection cabinet and said, "Your posture is a bit like asking a teacher for a crime."

"Then your eyes are really good." Lin Jie raised his chin and asked, "What did you do to my patient again?"

Fu Yuzheng paused slightly for pulling the drawer and holding the key.

It turned out to be for Zhang Nan.

But his questioning was really unreasonable. It had been three days and Zhang Nan was nowhere to be seen. At the beginning, Fu Yuzheng also introspected, wondering whether the last communication in the car that night had any impact on Zhang Nan, thinking that he could not explain clearly. The silence once again hurt his emotions, and he thought about trying to call him to find out, but after thinking about it, it shouldn't be to that extent.

After getting along for a long time, Fu Yuzheng can clearly perceive that Zhang Nan is not such a fragile person, and - the expression on his parting before getting out of the car that night was not flinching after being injured, but rather determined to win.

Again, he kissed the corner of his mouth.

And, he asked him for an answer.

Under such circumstances, Fu Yuzheng, who had always been calm and decisive, did have a little hesitation.

But until now, recalling Zhang Nan's approaching for a moment, Fu Yuzheng still feels vague and unreal.

The one who was kissed was not doing well, so why should the one who took advantage be lonely?

Fu Yuzheng's tone remained the same, calm and calm: "It's nothing."

"Nothing?" Lin Jie didn't believe his trick, and said angrily, "Nothing, why would he miss this rehabilitation treatment without reason?"

"what?"

"This morning is his day for mental rehabilitation, but he didn't come." Lin Jie frowned and said, "I called him at the number I originally registered, but no one answered. It's going to be off work in the afternoon. No news."

It was indeed unusual, even when he refused with silence for the first time, Zhang Nan was still able to see the doctor as scheduled the next day, but this time...

Fu Yuzheng was silent for a long while, gripped the car keys tightly, turned and went out: "I'll go and have a look."