Him and his two or three things

The other party's mobile phone was busy, and Teng Shengmiao saw the red light turn into a green light. He hung up the phone in a hurry, put the mobile phone on the seat, and drove forward slowly with the traffic.

A few minutes later, the phone rang, Teng Shengmiao glanced down, it was He Gujun calling, he was about to turn around, couldn't answer, so he ignored it.

There were not many cars on the way back. After the red light, Teng Shengmiao called back, and the other party was on the phone again. With such frequent calls, he must be quite busy. Teng Shengmiao quickly sent a message, "It's nothing wrong , I just wanted to ask if you’ve been there yet.” After that, no more messages came in from the phone.

The outpatient department of pediatric surgery is not like the department of pediatric internal medicine where you can't squeeze out the three to five minutes from work to work and even go to the toilet. This day is not too busy as usual. After the previous patient went out, the number called later did not come in. Teng Shengmiao's cell phone rang at this moment, and he picked it up when he saw it was He Gujun.

"Did you hitchhike passengers this morning?"

"What kind of passengers should I take to send my mother to work?"

"Auntie has short hair."

"what do you want to say in the end?"

"Who is that long-haired beauty who got off your car in the morning?" He Gujun has always known the harm that misunderstandings can cause to people's communication, so he never leaves misunderstandings until tomorrow. To ask.

Teng Shengmiao was a little annoyed when he went around and asked, "He Gujun, do you have clairvoyance or do you have surveillance cameras installed in the car?"

Because it was an emergency, the assistant only bought a flight at night, got off the plane in the early morning and transferred to the high-speed rail, and arrived in Province Z early in the morning to start the meeting. He Gujun's last meal was the hamburger he ate at the airport last night. At this time, the meeting was going on. Halfway through, he asked several supervisors to discuss first and come up with a feasible improvement plan. In fact, he had already thought about the plan on the way here. By doing this, he wanted to understand the thoughts of these people on the one hand, and on the other hand, It is to take care of people's hearts. He is not often in this company. If he gives orders directly when he comes, the supervisors may not accept it, and there is no guarantee that future plans will not be compromised.

At this moment, the assistant went out to buy breakfast. He was shivering alone in the office prepared for him by the company. The temperature dropped suddenly. It was because he didn't wear thick clothes, but the main reason was hypoglycemia.

"No, my cousin mistook you for me in the morning and called me to ask me. I'm still not sure." Because the person was trembling a little, his voice was a few degrees lower than usual.

Teng Shengmiao heard it, but didn't think much about it. He only deliberately lowered his voice because it was inconvenient for him to speak, and said coldly: "You are getting more and more boring."

He Gujun laughed softly on the phone, and then said: "Is that beautiful woman with long hair the one who chatted with you at the stairs yesterday?"

This is Chagang?

"He Gujun!" Teng Shengmiao was a little angry, and was about to scold him when he saw a small head poking in from the door, he took a deep breath, "A patient is here, so I won't talk nonsense with you."

"Well, you are busy, goodbye."

The assistant quickly bought breakfast and sent it to the office. Seeing He Gujun sitting on the sofa trembling, he was startled, "Boss, what's wrong with you? Could it be a fever?"

He Gujun shook his head and smiled miserably, "No, it should be caused by hypoglycemia."

The assistant thought for a while, then took out a bag of sugar from the coffee bag, opened it and poured it into a teacup, poured in a little boiling water, shook it a few times and gave it to He Gujun, "Drink some sugar water first, I'll go buy some chocolate .”

There is a convenience store downstairs from the office, and the assistant quickly came back with chocolates, candies, and milk. Seeing He Gujun shaking his coffee, the assistant hurriedly said, "You can't drink coffee if you have low blood sugar."

He Gujun was too cold, he instinctively wanted to drink some hot water, the hot water was over there, but he didn't have any strength at all, so he took the coffee closest to him, and put down the cup slowly.

The assistant looked back at him while heating the milk, "Boss, are you a little cold?"

"A little bit." The sun was shining brightly outside the window, but unfortunately there was no heat on the body through the floor-to-ceiling windows. The air conditioner was also turned on, but it hadn't been long since it was turned on, and the temperature hadn't risen yet.

The assistant brought him the warmed milk and bread, turned on the air conditioner to the maximum, and took out a blanket from the cabinet in the inner room to put on him, "Didn't you bring thick clothes when you came out this time?"

"No."

"Doctor Teng is too busy, you have to get some snacks yourself, or I will pack your luggage for you before going out next time."

He Gujun's limbs were still weak, he smiled feebly, noncommittal, and took small sips of milk.

The assistant looked down at his watch, "You can't continue the meeting like this. I'll inform them that the meeting will be postponed for half an hour. You should take a rest first. I'll go to the mall below to buy you some clothes."

"Okay, I'm sorry." He Gujun said.

The assistant wrapped him in the blanket a little tighter, and when he started, he moved roughly, like wrapping a rice dumpling, and then went away like a gust of wind.

At night, when He Gujun returned to the hotel, he sent a video to Teng Shengmiao. Seeing that the background was still the bedroom of Teng Shengmiao's parents' house, he immediately became vigilant, "Why didn't you go home?"

"What are you thinking! My mother suffered from dizziness again today. I came back to take her to our hospital for a visit tomorrow."

"Auntie, is it okay?"

"The hospital here just did some basic checks yesterday, but nothing was found. I want to ask her to go to our hospital for a CTA first, and we won't know until the test results come out."

"What is CTA?" He Gujun had only heard of CT.

"Angiography." Teng Shengmiao suspected that her mother's dizziness and headache might be related to cerebral infarction, because his grandmother died of this problem, and it was easy for him to think of it.

"Don't worry too much, medical technology is so advanced now, even if it's true..."

"I'm not worried." Teng Shengmiao interrupted him.

"Ah?" He Gujun was taken aback.

"I'm really not worried." It may be because he has seen a lot of work in the hospital, coupled with his weak nature, Teng Shengmiao is very indifferent to birth, old age, illness and death. In fact, he imagined certain situations after finishing the phone call with his mother in the afternoon, and the result of the assumption Yes, he found that even if the things that others were afraid of happened to his mother, he was quite easy to accept, "It's getting late, I have to go to bed, you should go to bed early."

"Well, goodbye and good night."

"Good night."

However, He Gujun didn't think that Teng Shengmiao was really not worried. Instead, he thought that he was trying to be brave. He thought for a while, and called his assistant, "Please help me to see if I have time to go home before I go to Brazil." a trip?"

The assistant quickly turned on the computer to look at the itinerary, and after thinking for a moment, he said: "The itinerary in province Z is full. Now unless the ticket is changed, there will be half a day to fly directly from city A to Brazil, but this is too tiring, boss. Are you sure you want to go back?"

"Go back." He Gujun said decisively.

While processing the refund and rebooking, the assistant asked, "Boss, is there something wrong with your family in such a hurry?"

The assistant's name is Li Jie. When He Gujun was working in the company under his name, Li Jie was his boss and worked with him for a period of time. He Gujun found that she had a bright personality and was very smart. Later, when he took over the company, he transferred With her as an assistant, he never kept his personal situation from Li Yan, so he said, "Doctor Teng's mother is sick."

Li Yan sighed softly, "Boss, I think Dr. Teng may not be as fragile as you think."

"I hope." He Gujun hung up the phone, picked up the "Autumn of the Patriarch" from Teng Shengmiao's bookshelf before going out from the bed, flipped to the place where he read it last time, pulled out the bookmark and put it aside In fact, after the company dinner at night, he organized everyone to go to KTV. He didn't go. It's true that he likes to play, but when he was away from home, he knew that Teng Shengmiao didn't like that kind of messy place. In order not to worry him, he always avoided it on purpose. Entertainment activities, but in fact, these activities are the best opportunities to connect with each other. If he sacrifices, it means that he has to use other methods to make up for it.

The next day Teng Shengmiao took his mother to the hospital, because he had to go to the outpatient clinic, and when he arrived at the hospital, his mother had to go to the hospital to register and queue up for the outpatient clinic. Teng Shengmiao, after the patients in the consulting room left, she opened the door and went in, "Miao Miao, the doctor's checklist has been prepared, and it will take seven days to get it. You have to go to work in the afternoon. I have nothing to do. Take a taxi back first."

"Can you take a taxi yourself? No, I'll ask for leave to take you back."

"nothing."

The next little patient came into the consultation room accompanied by his parents, and Mother Teng hurriedly stepped aside, "You should be busy."

Teng Shengmiao told her, "Then take your time on the road."

At noon, He Gujun called to ask about Teng Sheng Miao Teng's mother.

Teng Shengmiao had just finished his lunch in the hospital cafeteria, and there were still a few grains of rice left on the plate. He fiddled with the spoon gently, "I don't know, it will take a few days for the inspection to be done."

"What did the doctor say?" He Gujun asked again.

"I didn't ask, so I probably didn't say anything." He is a doctor himself, and he knows his mother's situation very well. The doctor naturally needs to read the test report before speaking, "Are you still in Province Z?"

He didn't even dare to ask. Yesterday he said he wasn't worried. He seemed to be trying to be brave. He Gujun thought in his heart and said, "Well, go back tomorrow. Are you in the hospital at noon tomorrow? I'll look for you then Have a meal."

"Aren't you still going to Brazil?"

"Yes, let's go from City A."

"There should be a direct line from Province Z, right?"

"Yes, yes, I didn't bring thick clothes, I want to go back and get two clothes."

"It shouldn't be cold in South America at this time of year, right? It's cold. You can buy two pieces outside, won't you be tired after flying back?" Teng Shengmiao couldn't understand.

He Gujun didn't know what to say. He was afraid that Teng Shengmiao would misunderstand him even more if he didn't speak well. He came back on purpose because he was worried. I don't usually touch it, but it's always there, and sometimes it makes people feel that it is not.Just when the assistant opened the door and came in, signaling to him that the meeting was about to start, he said, "I'm going to have a meeting, let's talk tonight."

"En." Teng Shengmiao hung up the phone, lowered his head and rubbed his face, he suddenly felt a little tired, heart tired, He Gujun hurriedly came back, probably because of Qiao Qiao's matter?

Teng Shengmiao didn't know what else to do to make He Gujun more at ease. He Gujun was always nervous about his former classmates and current colleagues, he knew it all.Although he is very homely, he also knows that some basic and necessary interpersonal interactions need to be dealt with, but in order to prevent He Gujun from being overwhelmed, he now rarely even goes to the gatherings organized by his work unit, and the previous classmate gatherings are even more difficult. do not participate.

What more can be done?

Looking out the window at the clear blue sky in early winter, Dr. Teng once again felt that he was powerless in this relationship.