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While Song Qingyao was busy in the emergency room, Lin He went to the infirmary alone.

The director of the medical affairs department has already received a call from Lin Haicang, and he took good care of this young man who had the same surname as the dean and exuded an aura of inviolability from strangers all over his body. Not only did he take him to claim the wardrobe in the locker room, Also wanted to show him around the emergency room.

It's a pity that Lin He didn't buy into the enthusiasm of the chief of medical affairs, and when he got the key to the wardrobe, he said that he knew the way, and he didn't care that the chief of medical affairs still had a stiff smile on his mouth, and directly reminded: "Director Tian, ​​please go back, I'll change it." After finishing the clothes, I will go to Director Chen."

Director Tian nodded and said yes, and when he left, he didn't forget to tell him to find him whenever he needed anything.After stepping out of the locker room door, the corners of Director Tian's mouth collapsed, and the little nurse beside him couldn't help complaining: "Director, what is his relationship with the Forestry Institute? This attitude is so simple."

"How would I know? Don't worry about it." Director Tian rolled his eyes, and thought that this person might not be his own son because of Yuan Lin's admonishing tone on the phone.But it's not true, as we all know that Lin Yuan only has one daughter.

Looking back at the light leaking from the locker room door, Director Tian muttered inwardly.

It can't be... an illegitimate child, right?

Unaware that he had been dubbed the title of illegitimate child for no reason, Lin He took off his baseball shirt jacket, looked down at the belt buckle at his waist, and couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth to the sides.

He was not mistaken, Song Qingyao was hard-spoken and soft-hearted towards him, giving in for him time and time again.Although this kind of concession is not the meaning he expected, it can also be used as a motivation for him to continue to approach.

His nails flicked the metal pattern on the belt buckle, and he recalled Song Qingyao's expression when he saw his underwear just now.Today, he specially wore a pair of flirty underwear just to see Song Qingyao's reaction. Sure enough, he saw Song Qingyao's cheeks were slightly red and he could only pretend to be calm.

It's a pity that he couldn't make a sound to tease him at that time, so he had to live with his eyes.With these incoherent thoughts in his mind, Lin He changed into his steel-blue work clothes, then put on a white coat, and adjusted his appearance in front of the mirror on the cabinet door. He hung the stethoscope he just got around his neck, and he took it out afterward. Come down and put it in the pocket of the white coat.

According to the picture in his memory just now, he pinned three pens of different colors in Song Qingyao's chest pocket in a different order, closed the cabinet door and went out.

The wall clock on the wall of the emergency room pointed to twelve o'clock, and there were no patients around the triage desk.Lin He walked to the side of the triage table, tapped the table with his knuckles, and asked a little nurse who looked up at him: "How do I get to the emergency doctor's office?"

The little nurse habitually wanted to give directions, but when she saw his face clearly, she froze for a moment, and stuttered when she spoke again.The head nurse, who was looking for information with his back turned to them, turned his head and said with a smile, "Lin He? Why did you come early?"

Lin He's cold expression warmed up in front of the head nurse, he curled his lips and said, "I just finished going to the medical office."

Yang Wenhui put down the materials in her hand, walked out around two chairs, pulled him aside and asked, "Didn't your mother say that you are still in Qingdao and will come to report next week?"

"I came back early after finishing the work," Lin He explained, looking around, reminding in a low voice, "Aunt Hui, don't mention my parents in the hospital."

Yang Wenhui nodded, looked around and said, "Don't worry, the Lin Court has explained to me, and your mother has repeatedly told me, I won't leak my words."

Seeing that Lin He had already changed into a white coat, Yang Wenhui asked him a few more questions, and knowing that he was going to the emergency room to look for Song Qingyao, she reminded him: "Director Song is out to buy coffee, do you want to go to the cafeteria first? Lunch? I'll take you there."

Lin He asked, "Where does he buy coffee?"

"Across the street."

"What's the name of the shop? I'll go find him."

"Hey, don't go," Yang Wenhui shook her head, and her tone was much lighter, "A patient who was sent to the emergency room just now was not saved. Director Song is in charge. He went outside to get some air."

After a moment of silence, Lin He asked, "What's the patient's condition?"

"Acute heart failure," Yang Wenhui sighed, "there was no heartbeat when it was delivered. Dr. Hong had been trying to rescue her before, but Director Song persisted for a long time after he arrived, but he couldn't be rescued."

This kind of thing that can't be rescued happens almost every day in the emergency centers of various hospitals, and people who stay for a little longer will become numb.

Lin He continued to ask: "Who is responsible?"

"It wasn't us," Yang Wenhui said, "but the patient was too young, less than 16 years old, and the family members were very emotional, and later they slapped Director Song across the face."

Striding across the intersection, Lin He looked at the row of shops on the left, and soon saw the coffee shop called "Moonlight" that Yang Wenhui mentioned.

The door of this coffee shop is small, and the signboard is still inconspicuous with a dark blue background.Lin He walked over, and in the long and narrow aisle, he saw a person sitting alone on a bar chair in a daze, facing a row of picture frames on the wall.

Song Qingyao had an uncovered cup of coffee in front of him. Lin He went to him and saw that it was American style again.

Without disturbing him, Lin He glanced past the band-aid on the side of his neck, walked to the front counter and ordered two cups of hot latte with sugar, a piece of cherry blossom mousse, and a piece of white Napoleon cake.After the clerk handed over the brewed coffee, he returned to Song Qingyao with the tray, sat down on the high stool, and put a cup of latte by Song Qingyao's hand.

Song Qingyao came back to his senses, and looked away after seeing him clearly: "Why did you find it? I didn't ask you to wait in the office."

Lin He lifted the lid of his cup, touched the froth on the latte with his lips, and stretched out his hand to Song Qingyao: "I seem to be drinking to my lips again, senior, give me the tissue on your side."

Song Qingyao glanced at him, his upper lip was indeed covered with milk froth.This scene reminded Song Qingyao that on Zhongshan Road in Qingdao, Lin He took the first sip of latte in front of the pour-over coffee stand in Qingdao. The milk froth was on his lips, like a child who needs to be taken care of by his parents.

It's not appropriate to use the word child to describe a person who is about the same height as Ji Qian, but in Song Qingyao's eyes, sometimes Lin He's actions are somehow childish.

He took out two tissues, and while Lin He was wiping his mouth, he took a sip of the latte that Lin He bought for him: "It's too sweet."

"Well," Lin He nodded, "I said you're bitter, so ask the barista to put more sugar, and if it's not as sweet as you, I'll write a bad review for his shop."

Lin He didn't say this to the clerk just now, but now he compiled it fluently and naturally.Song Qingyao looked at him helplessly, and before he could speak, he saw his right hand stretched out, and the pad of his index finger gently scratched his cheek: "It's a little swollen."

Turn your face away, Song Qingyao doesn't want to mention what happened just now.However, he was beaten by the patient's family in full view, and it must have spread throughout the emergency center.

In fact, he didn't think it was so embarrassing. After all, they often encountered family members who lost control of their emotions and wanted to do something when they couldn't understand a few words.So compared to being beaten, what hurt him more was the boy who lost his life before he reached adulthood.

Without any underlying diseases, and no history of drug allergies, it was a pity that he died just after taking the school's 1500-meter physical test.

"Senior," the person next door came to him at some point, with his chest pressed against his arm, and handed a spoonful of pale pink mousse cake that looked crystal clear and delicious to his mouth, "Open your mouth."

There was a small piece of cherry blossom petals on the cake, Song Qingyao said "I don't want to eat it", and as soon as the words fell into Lin He's voice, he said: "It seems that the cake is not good enough, I will find a mobile phone and give them a bad review later."

Song Qingyao said, "Where did you find your cell phone?"

Lin He raised the corner of his mouth, and the dimple on his left cheek was reflected in Song Qingyao's pupils: "There are so many nurses and sisters in the emergency department, so it's not easy for me to borrow from any of them?"

Lowering his eyelashes, Song Qingyao took the spoon in his hand and put the piece of cake into his mouth.

This coffee shop opened more than a month ago. Song Qingyao has been here several times, but because he seldom eats desserts outside, he has never tried their cakes.After taking a bite now, I found that the taste is sweet and not greasy, and there is still a faint floral fragrance between the teeth and cheeks.

Lin He looked at him with one hand on his forehead: "How is it?"

"It's delicious." Xu Shi had a sweet taste, and he felt that the dullness that was pressing on his heart just now was digested a bit.Lin He took the small silver spoon, took a sip and brought it to his own mouth, tasted it and said, "The taste is good, but it's still not good enough."

Seeing Song Qingyao staring at him strangely, Lin He asked what's wrong?Song Qingyao looked at the spoon he was pinching: "Do you have the habit of sharing tableware with others?"

"No." Lin He shook his head, then realized, "Except for you."

Tapping Song Qingyao's lips with the back of the spoon, Lin He smiled uncontrollably: "We have exchanged saliva many times, you are not someone else."

Turning around and taking a sip of coffee, Song Qingyao thought about it, and there are some things that need to be clarified first.

Lin He dug another spoonful of cake and brought it to his mouth. As soon as he swallowed it, he turned to look at him: "I will do what you teach, although I agree, but there are three chapters in the contract."

"It's all up to you," Lin He said with his arm on the table beside him, smiling, "But I also have a condition, senior, you have to let me rub it first."

With the word rubbing and Lin He's unscrupulous expression, Song Qingyao thought about it all at once, and said in a low voice with a straight face: "You are not allowed to think about that again."

"What am I thinking?" Lin He looked at him innocently with a spoon in his mouth, "I haven't got a meal card for the cafeteria yet, so I can't even grab you for lunch?"

Pressing his fingers against the warm wall of the coffee cup, Song Qingyao felt that the heat seemed to flow quickly through his body along his fingertips. Just when he felt his ears were getting hotter and he wanted to cover up his misunderstanding, someone called outside the door. his name.

He looked up, and Lin He also turned sideways to look behind him.

Wearing a white coat, Yang Tingwei stood panting at the door of the store, and seeing him turn around, Yang Tingwei walked up to him quickly, lifted his chin to check: "Head nurse Yang told me, how is your face? "

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