Are you in love?the kind of life

In front of the VIP ward on the third floor, Hei Xiaoxiao glanced at the house number on the door, took a deep breath to calm down his emotions, and then opened the door expressionlessly and walked in: "Hi, I'm here to change the medicine .”

There was no one in the ward, Hei Xiaoxiao looked at the opened quilt, looked around, and finally landed on the closed door of the bathroom.

It was very quiet in the ward, the quilt on the bed was thrown aside, and the slippers on the floor were gone, Hei Xiaoxiao stood by the door, listening to the sound of running water coming from the bathroom, turned around and left in his heart The thought was suppressed several times before it faded away. He lifted his feet and walked aside, stood against the wall with the things in his hand, lowered his head slightly, and a few strands of bangs fell down with his movements, covering his eyes. The look in his eyes.

Not long after, I heard the sound of water in the bathroom. The man was wearing a bathrobe and leaning on a cane. He opened the bathroom door and limped out. When he saw another person in the room, his eyebrows were raised. , the voice carried the cold snow of Siberia: "Who let you in?"

The person who came seemed to be startled by his voice, his body was stiff for a moment, and then he finally raised his head under Fu Yao's increasingly impatient eyes, and his eyes met him directly.

Fu Yao stood there blankly, the coldness in his eyes could not be retracted, he just looked at the person in front of him without blinking.

Xiaoxiao...

"Hello, I'm Haimo, an intern under Dr. Frank. I'm here to change Mr.'s medicine." Hei Xiaoxiao's calm voice rang out in the spacious ward, and outside the window was the rustling of leaves blown by the autumn wind. Fu Yao looked at him , there was no words for a moment, only feeling that Hei Xiaoxiao's voice was so indifferent and distant that it made his heart constrict.

"Hello, my name is Fu Yao. For the next few days, I will take care of Mr. Haimo." Fu Yao said this in Chinese, and when he said it, his eyes were fixed on the person by the wall , trying to find some other emotions from the other party's face, but unfortunately he failed. From the beginning to the end, Hei Xiaoxiao looked at him with extremely calm eyes, as if he was really just a person who was responsible for taking care of him. Like other patients, Fu Yao couldn't tell what he was feeling in his heart. He obviously wanted the other party to be like this now, but he just couldn't be happy.

After closing his eyes fiercely, suppressing the struggle in his eyes, Fu Yao looked at Hei Xiaoxiao: "Sorry, my body is too dirty, I couldn't help but take a shower, and I wasted Dr. Haimo's time."

Hei Xiaoxiao shook his head: "It's okay, Mr. Fu, please lie down on the bed, and I'll check the healing of your wound for you." With a businesslike attitude.

Fu Yao nodded, limped to the side of the bed, and then lay down on it. Hei Xiaoxiao stepped forward and lifted off the man's bathrobe. The man still took good care of his body, and wrapped his injured leg in plastic wrap. After several layers, Hei Xiaoxiao gently tore off the plastic wrap, revealing the white bandage inside.

Fu Yao was half leaning on the bed, and when he lowered his head slightly, he could see the seriousness of the other party's work. Looking from his direction, the slender and slightly curled eyelashes, the straight nose bridge, and the thin red lips... were clearly covered with thick lips. The gauze, but Fu Yao could feel the other party's breath spraying on his legs, as well as the slightly cool fingertips, slipping across his legs from time to time, his breathing was slightly stagnant, and his muscles tensed quietly.

Hei Xiaoxiao lifted off the gauze, looked at the hideous wound that was still healing, and suddenly felt an inexplicable pain in his heart. He hid the expression on his face well, changed the medicine for the other person, and straightened up. Looking at the man in front of him, "The wound is not wet, and the wound is recovering fairly well. The stitches can be removed in a week."

Fu Yao looked at him: "It's troublesome."

Hei Xiaoxiao shook his head, picked up the booklet on the side again, then opened it and wrote a few words on it: "Then I have nothing else to do, I will go first, Mr. Fu rests well." Hei Xiaoxiao pointed at the person on the bed After nodding his head and saying something, he planned to turn around and leave.

Fu Yao looked at his back, and suddenly called out his name: "Xiao...Mr. Haimo."

Hei Xiaoxiao stopped in his tracks, turned around and looked at him: "Mr. Fu, is there anything else?" The other party's dark brown eyes had nothing to do but ask lightly. With a faint smile, there was concern in his blue eyes: "I heard that being a doctor is very tiring. Mr. Haimo, don't just focus on work, pay more attention to your body. I think you look a little bit bad."

"Thank you." Hei Xiaoxiao didn't have much emotion on his face, he turned and opened the door and left. Fu Yao looked at the closed door, and the smile on his face was slightly tinged with bitterness.

In the next few days, Hei Xiaoxiao would come to change the dressing regularly every day. Apart from a few words about Fu Yao's recovery from his leg injury, there was nothing else between the two of them, just like the patients and nurses in other wards.

At first, Fu Yao thought that he could take this opportunity to chat with the other party, anything would be fine, as long as Hei Xiaoxiao could talk to him more, but after a few days, even if he was dull, he could see that Hei Xiaoxiao Xiaoxiao's resistance and alienation from him made him feel pain and loss in his heart. Under such circumstances, he no longer intentionally raised the topic. When the two of them changed their medicines, there was only the sound of the medicine bottle and scissors lightly touching in the ward. Besides, nothing else.

At noon that day, Hei Xiaoxiao came to the ward to change the dressing as usual. Fu Yao looked at the man who lowered his head and carefully removed the gauze. He opened his mouth several times to say something, but finally closed his mouth again. Xiaoxiao changed the medicine gently and quickly, and was about to get up and leave with the gauze in the iron plate. Seeing this, Fu Yao hurriedly called out to him.

"Doctor Highmore."

"Mr. Fu, is there anything else?" Hei Xiaoxiao turned around and stopped to look at him.

Fu Yao smiled softly, his eyes were gentle and calm: "I want to ask, when will my leg injury be healed?"

"The stitches can be removed tomorrow, and then I will be observed in the hospital for two days. If there is no problem, I can be discharged." Hei Xiaoxiao said.

Fu Yao listened to his words and nodded: "That's it, thank you Dr. Haimo." He slightly bent his eyes towards the person.

Hei Xiaoxiao shook his head: "Mr. Fu is polite."

"May I ask Mr. Haimo's phone number?" As soon as Fu Yao finished his sentence, he saw the expression on Hei Xiaoxiao's face change, but he continued as if he didn't notice, "It's like this Yes, during the hospitalization period, thanks to Mr. Haimo's careful care, I would like to treat Mr. Haimo to dinner after I leave the hospital, as a thank-you gift for the care I have taken during this period of time."

"No need," Hei Xiaoxiao interrupted him with a slightly indifferent voice, looked at him with distant and cold eyes, and said without much emotion: "These are all what I should do, if Mr. Fu really wants to repay, he should do it well." It is enough to take good care of your body and leave the hospital as soon as possible.”