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I bought two breakfasts at the breakfast shop across the road. As soon as Lin He walked to the intersection and waited for the traffic lights, he saw a taxi parked at the entrance of the emergency department. With a white shirt and dark slim-fit trousers.

Looking from the dangling belt design on the back to the legs wrapped in trousers, and then looking at Song Qingyao's pleasing face, Lin He felt that although it was cloudy today, the weather was exceptionally good, and even the wind blowing over it was so gentle Like Song Qingyao's breath falling on his ear.

However, this good mood didn't last long before it was destroyed. He watched Yang Tingwei who suddenly appeared and pulled Song Qingyao into the car, and he couldn't move because of the red light ahead and the dense and fast traffic. When he finally chased across the street, Yang Tingwei's The car had already slid into the basement and disappeared.

The underground parking lot of Zhongshan Hospital is as big as three floors, and it is impossible for Lin He to find them one by one.He called Song Qingyao, but it rang several times until the line was disconnected, but he was not picked up.

The more he couldn't find anyone, the more anxious he became. Just when he was wondering if Song Qingyao would have returned to the office, Song Qingyao came back to him.

"Where are you?" He couldn't care less about his tone, and asked as soon as he connected.

Song Qingyao stepped into the elevator and pressed the button on the first floor: "I'm in the hospital."

"Where is the hospital?"

The elevators in the hospital were fully covered with signals, and their communication was not affected. Song Qingyao looked at the numbers on the elevator panel that started to rise: "We are almost at the office."

Lin He threw the soy milk that spilled out of his hand into the trash can next to him, and strode towards the elevator in the parking lot: "Are you alone?"

Song Qingyao hadn't come out of the negative emotions brought by Yang Tingwei. Hearing Lin He's voice at this moment, he didn't feel that there was something wrong with Lin He's questioning attitude.But at this moment, the elevator door opened, and a colleague he knew came in. When the other party saw that he was on the phone, he nodded as a greeting. He stood aside and said in a low voice, "I'm in the elevator. I'll talk about it when I get to the office."

Without waiting for Lin He to agree, he put down the phone.When he reached the first floor, there were more people taking the elevator, he was forced to lean against the corner, and the lunch box brought by the person next to him squeezed his right wrist. Behind the building, he struggled to squeeze out again, and before he could breathe a sigh of relief, he saw Liu Jitao, another deputy director of the emergency department, and Yang Wenhui, the head nurse, walking towards this side together.

Liu Jitao arrived ten minutes earlier than him, had already changed into a white coat, and was walking to the conference room with Yang Wenhui.Seeing his well-dressed but unsightly expression, Liu Jitao teased him: "Director Song, young people should know how to control themselves. You can't be soft-handed early in the morning, which in turn makes patients worry about you."

Hearing the voice of the other party, Song Qingyao was a little embarrassed. Before he could explain a few words, the elevator door next to him also opened, and a tall young man stepped out. As soon as he turned his eyes, he strode towards him: "You are fine." Bar?"

Lin He naturally held Song Qingyao's shoulder with his hand, wanting him to lean against him, but he pushed him away.

"It's okay, the elevator is too crowded and a bit stuffy."

Song Qingyao didn't know who he was speaking to.Liu Jitao recognized Lin He, and immediately shifted his attention. He took the initiative to say hello, "You are Lin He."

"I'm Liu Jitao, the deputy director of the emergency department. I didn't see you yesterday because I had something to do. I really am a young talent."

Glancing at Liu Jitao's hand stretched out in front of him, Lin He didn't even have any interest in making a show. He still went to help Song Qingyao's arm and said, "You look bad, I'll accompany you to the locker room to rest."

Song Qingyao still wanted to push, but Lin He held him stubbornly, and Liu Jitao and Yang Wenhui stood aside to watch again, so he had no choice but to follow Lin He's words and walk aside.Lin He walked with him for two steps, then turned to Yang Wenhui and said, "Head nurse, I will rest with Director Song for a while, you can tell Director Chen."

Yang Wenhui said "Hey" and looked at Liu Jitao, whose face had become ugly. Thinking of Lin He's ignorance just now, she thoughtfully set the steps for Liu Jitao: "Ji Peisheng who came this time has a very personal character. I love doing office etiquette."

Liu Jitao looked at the backs of the two people in front of him, and walked to the meeting room after a while: "Young people have their own tempers."

The men's locker room in the emergency room is divided into two areas, the inside and the outside. Song Qingyao first changed into the steel-blue work clothes in the single room inside, and then went back to his closet when he came out. When he had to go to the orthopedics department at noon, a hand reached out from behind to take away his white coat.

Looking back at Lin He, Song Qingyao wanted to remind him to go to the conference room first, instead of waiting for him here.Lin He shook his clothes off with both hands, and said, "Stretch out your hand."

There was no one else in the dressing room, but Song Qingyao was not used to others doing this for him, so he wanted to take it over and wear it himself.Lin He avoided it for a while, and insisted: "Stretch out your hand."

Looking at each other, Song Qingyao stretched out his right hand to see Lin He help him put on his sleeves, and when he was about to button them, Lin He pushed his hand away again: "I'll do it."

Lin He's expression was very focused, his fingers pinched the white round button, and squeezed one by one into the corresponding seam of the button.During the process, Lin He squatted down slowly, and his eyes moved down from his chest and abdomen. When it was the turn of the one below the lower abdomen, he took a step back and reminded: "It's fine."

Lin He's hand was still in mid-air, and it looked unnatural because he lost something he could grasp.He looked at the shape of Lin He's ears exposed because of the short haircut, and somehow felt that the air was a bit stuffy, and he didn't know if it was because the ventilation system was not strong enough.

He turned around to take the stethoscope and pen from the closet, and the man behind him also stood up, with his arms on his waist, and his palm pressed down on someone else's closet.

The distance between the front chest and the back of the two is a subtle scale where he can clearly feel that Lin He is behind him, but he will not be touched.

Looking down, Lin He's arms on both sides of his waist, like his back, will not touch him, but it is obviously in a posture that imprisons him.

Obviously it was only yesterday that he had agreed to keep his distance, Song Qingyao squeezed the metal rod of the stethoscope, wondering if he had overestimated Lin He's ability to understand.

"Senior," the person behind him leaned into his ear when he was thinking about how to distance himself naturally, the hot air of his words brushed past, causing a tingling in his waist, "I cut my hair."

"I saw it." Resisting the urge to push the person away, he reminded in a low voice, "Stand up first."

"I don't," Lin He continued to whisper in his ear, "Yang Tingwei pulled you into the car just now, did he touch you?"

This topic was too difficult to answer, Song Qingyao took a deep breath, and turned to look at Lin He who was close at hand: "This is the hospital."

He reminded with a pun, but unfortunately Lin He stared into his eyes and didn't intend to cooperate: "I know, so did he touch you?"

Hanging the stethoscope around his neck, Song Qingyao used his left hand to pull the arm around his waist.Lin He turned his head to the side, and his lips touched the hickey on the side of his neck, and he retreated with just a light touch of the lips against the skin.

Before Song Qingyao got angry, Lin He simply let go and stood still, as if he wasn't the one who took advantage of the opportunity just now, and when Song Qingyao covered his neck and stared at himself, he said, "I'll get you a bandage first, so It's so obvious."

After Lin He finished speaking, he slipped away. Song Qingyao looked at the back and felt that the skin under his palm was hot.He raised his other hand and wiped his lips vigorously with the back of his hand a few times, only stopping after feeling a slight numbness.

The same is the heat brought by the touch of lips, why is the difference between these two people so different?

Thinking of Yang Tingwei's surprise attack just now, he felt a little sick, especially when Yang Tingwei wanted to do that kind of thing while kissing him.

Leaning his back against the metal wardrobe, Song Qingyao lowered his hands.What happened just now certainly made him sick to his stomach, but Yang Tingwei should let it go, after all, the hickey marks on his neck are so obvious, anyone who saw it would think it was left by someone very close.

Is it intimate?

Looking down at the two unbuttoned buttons, he stretched out his left hand, and when he finished buttoning the buttons, Lin He came in with a bandage.

He wanted to post it himself, but Lin He didn't insist. He just watched him post it up and asked again: "Did he touch you?"

He didn't expect Lin He to be so stubborn on this issue. He didn't want to analyze whether Lin He's childish possessiveness was due to the sequelae of going to bed. He just wanted to remind Lin He not to forget what he promised himself yesterday.

Unfortunately, before he could speak, a colleague opened the door of the locker room first.

The topic ended here, but both of them had their own thoughts.Lin He went to change his clothes, and went to the meeting room with Song Qingyao for a meeting. Director Chen had already finished talking, and when he saw the two of them coming in together, he said to Song Qingyao, "It happened to be about the 6-bed patient who came in last night. patient."

"The surgeries on the general surgery side are full these two days. What Lao Deng means is that we really can't arrange manpower, so we will do it for the patients ourselves."

Song Qingyao sat next to Director Chen, opened the minutes of the morning meeting in front of him and began to understand the patient's current situation, while Lin He sat down in the empty seat next to Tan Qian.

As soon as he reported to the emergency department yesterday, he invited all the people on duty to drink coffee and eat cakes, earning a good impression.Sitting on the chair at the moment, with a superior appearance and a clean and straight white coat, among the male doctors who have already been tortured by the emergency work, their hair volume is gradually thinning, and their bodies are gradually losing shape, it is like a clean stream of troubled times.

Those eyes that were focused on Song Qingyao during the usual meetings were all locked on Lin He at this moment. Three nurses even ignored the directors who were exchanging patients' problems, and blatantly and quietly talked about it. What's more, they directly wrote a note, Fold it in half and then throw it from the bottom of the table to Lin He's feet.

Lin He put his hands in the pockets of his white coat, and his gaze was stronger than the few spider threads stuck to his body, firmly stuck to Song Qingyao's side face, completely free from outside interference.

The nurse who threw the note to him winked at him a few times, but saw Tan Qian who was beside him bent down, picked up the note and opened it directly.

The nurse who wrote the note: ...

Tan Qian glanced at the words on the note, handed it to Lin He and said, "It's for you."

Lin He didn't look sideways, and didn't answer this sentence, he just focused on his senior.Staring until Song Qingyao felt awkward during the conversation, he couldn't bear it anymore and turned to give him a gouging look, signaling him to restrain himself.

The corner of his mouth curled up, Lin He's goal was achieved, he picked up the minutes of the morning meeting on the desktop and opened it to read.And those little nurses who paid close attention to him didn't notice the flirtatious relationship between him and Song Qingyao. Instead, they fell in love with his cold but serious attitude towards work, and their gazes on him became even hotter.