Chapter 13 Doctor

Chapter 13 Doctor

Zhai Yang looked up at the hospital sign, and the call he made was finally connected: "Please add a number for me."

"Are you sick again? I'm busy as hell, go to the pharmacy and get two boxes of omeprazole yourself."

"It's not me, it's Cui Jing."

"your wife?"

Zhai Yang said "hmm" without any emotion, and the other side said "tsk", "Take the elevator up by yourself."

Cui Jing squatted on the ground in pain, cold sweat dripping down her face. Zhai Yang frowned and asked, "Can you still walk by yourself?"

Cui Jing was in so much pain that she couldn't speak. She nodded and couldn't get up for a long time. Seeing her like this, Zhai Yang stepped forward, put her arms around his neck, put his hands around her waist, and lifted her up with a little force.

For Zhai Yang, who often does gravity training, it was like embracing a cloud in the sky.

The scent of plants and trees and the ephemeral incense filled his nostrils, complex and colorful. Through two thin layers of cloth, he could feel the soft, warm flesh on her waist and the slightly protruding spine on her back.

Cui Jing felt weightless, and her hands climbed up along the neck, and her head leaned against his chest: "Hurry up."

He looked down and saw her face covered in sweat, which did not seem fake. Her neck was damp, and a few strands of dark hair stuck to her rosy cheeks. Her back was equally damp, and he couldn't help but think of the last time she behaved like this, at night with the orange desk lamp on.

Such a distance.

too close.

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Xie Yixiu, wearing a white coat, came down from the elevator.

He was wearing a mask with straps and a disposable surgical cap, with a green surgical gown showing at the collar of his white coat, and loose pants of the same color on the lower body.

Her whole body was wrapped tightly, revealing only a pair of affectionate and moist eyes, with the corners of her eyes upturned like a swallow's tail.

There was a subtle hostility in those eyes as they looked over.

Cui Jing looked at him and then looked away. Because of the pain, she seemed to have no thoughts in her mind, but the information about the characters kept popping up in her good memory.

Doctor, Xie Yixiu, the adopted son's accomplice.

Cui Jing ended up in a mental hospital through his connections.

Xie Yixiu: "You called at the perfect time. I just came down from the stage. If you had answered the phone ten minutes earlier, it wouldn't have been me."

It was the circulating nurse, and of course he was the one who made the final call.

Zhai Yang smelled a strange fragrance all over his body, a mixture of ethanol and isopropyl alcohol, like some overly strong lemon-scented sewage cleaner, "Is that your smell?"

"The hospital has newly purchased hand sanitizer gel." It took Xie Yixiu a long time to get used to this strange smell. It was so fragrant that it made his head hurt. He insisted on asking the logistics department to replace this thing.

After some inspection.

Xie Yixiu looked at the various report sheets with a profound expression. It was like a mountain between different disciplines. Although he had learned everything, he had worked in orthopedics for several years and could not really remember the meaning of these special examination values.

The female doctor wore a pair of high-transparent and thick glasses. After reading the report in her hand, she raised her eyes with fatigue, without any anxiety in her eyes. She said indifferently: "No problem."

"All indicators are fine, except for a small hemangioma and a cyst on the liver. They are not big. I will have the hemangioma checked regularly."

"It may be related to nerve sensitivity." Xie Yixiu patted the doctor's shoulder and said, "I'll leave it to you."

"Prescribe a painkiller first." The female doctor said that she didn't prescribe it before because she was afraid of acute abdomen. After taking it, the pain would not be relieved, and it would not be very helpful in tracing the source.

Some patients felt better after taking the medicine and felt no pain, and insisted on leaving. They were so stubborn that they left during the day and came back that night. They were taken back by ambulance.

"The Hb is a little less, but it doesn't matter. Do you usually drink coffee?"

"Drink." Cui Jing was sweating profusely and spoke weakly.

The doctor looked up at her and said, "Drink less. This value doesn't even reach the anemia index. If you want, you can eat some animal liver to supplement iron. Go to the pharmacy and get a bottle of vitamin B12. The cheapest kind costs a few dollars."

"Are you her husband?" She glanced at the tall and indifferent man standing beside her. She had just asked about the medical history, so she naturally knew the relationship between the two.

Even though his wife was in so much pain, he acted as if it had nothing to do with him. However, she had seen many people like him.

A man like this can also have a wife, and they have only been married for more than a year.

"Yes."

"Take her to bed 39, single room, and borrow a wheelchair from the nurse's station." She stopped looking at him and gave medical instructions on the computer.

Zhai Yang frowned and helped Cui Jing up from the chair again.

The doctor stopped what he was doing and said, "I told you to borrow a wheelchair and push her over. How can she walk in this state?" The next second, the man picked up the woman effortlessly.

“It won’t take up public resources.”

Xie Yixiu often said this to him.

Okay... okay. The doctor silently grasped the mouse again.

After Cui Jing took the medicine with water, she was surrounded by nurses for an injection. The infusion stand was hung with bottles and jars. The medicine in the bottles fluctuated slightly. She looked at the square aluminum ceiling of the hospital. As the effect of the medicine gradually took effect, her consciousness gradually faded.

Zhai Yang sat at the end of her bed and read a document sent by his subordinates, then glanced at Cui Jing who was sleeping.

I was a little dazed for a moment.

He was really married. Yet it felt like nothing had happened, it was unreal, and he was going to divorce her soon.

He opened another WeChat account on his phone and looked at the friend whose small account had been approved a few days ago. The other party’s avatar was a cloud.

I sent Xue Yijie a tentative message: "Are you okay?"

"Excuse me. Who are you?"

Zhai Yang suddenly didn't dare to go back.

What to reply? Am I Zhai Yang? Or am I the one who loves you?

After a long time, he replied: "It's me."

A message alert sound popped up, and Zhai Yang quickly picked up his phone to take a look. Then his brows relaxed. It was a work message.

The slender hands jumped on the screen, and in a moment the two sides chatted back and forth for a few times.

"Ding." The sound of an unfamiliar message.

Zhai Yang fished out a...forgotten cell phone from his pocket.

It was sent by the person from the seventh night:

"Are you occupied?"

Zhai Yang looked at Cui Jing's flushed face. Her eyelashes cast very long shadows under her eyes, mixed with the shadows of the gauze curtains in the ward, as eerie as a spider web.

The strange suspicion in his mind grew stronger and stronger… If that suspicion was true, he didn't know whether he should be angry or happy. After all, it was even, and he wasn't so wrong. His hand moved uncontrollably to the screen, ready to scroll up.

"Brother Zhai!" A lively male voice came from outside the door, and the door of the ward was pushed open: "Your stomach is upset again."

The boy has short, soft, curly hair, and looks youthful and energetic.

Zhai Yang put away his phone and asked, "Xie Jin, where is your brother?" Why did Xie Yixiu let his brother out?

"My brother is busy. Are you okay? Your old illness has come back again." Jie Jin walked around him and naturally saw the person on the bed. A trace of disappointment flashed across his eyes, and he asked knowingly:

"Who is this person? Could it be my sister-in-law?"

"Yeah." Zhai Yang responded casually, "Why didn't you go to class today?" Come here to bother him when you have time.

Xie Jin smiled slyly. He skipped class and came here immediately after hearing the news that Zhai Yang came to the hospital. He was relieved to see that Zhai Yang was fine. As for the safety of his sister-in-law... it was none of his business.

These two will get divorced sooner or later.

The group even opened a betting pool, betting on how long it would take for them to get divorced. The longest time was five years, and the shortest was not even by the end of this year.

How could the young master of the Zhai family fall for a woman with no background? What's more, Xie Jin knew the rumors about Zhai Yang University and a man.

He found out about it during the last semester when he was in the same school as Brother Zhai. It took him a long time to find out, but the information seemed to have been erased by someone. This kind of information blockade, which is common in this circle, further proves that Brother Zhai’s orientation is unclear, so... he might have hope.

They also didn't think the marriage was serious.

G.

How can people from different classes transcend class boundaries? Is it through love?

Xie Jin glanced at the woman sleeping on the hospital bed, with an unknown light in his eyes.

"I'm going to answer a call." Zhai Yang's cell phone rang, he turned down the ringtone and strode out of the room.

After he left, Xie Jin approached Cui Jing and began to look closely at her face with her eyes closed.

She was extremely feminine, soft and gorgeous, with a sickly blush on her face and chapped lips, like a dried flower covered with tiny cracks.

Does Brother Zhai like men or women?

Or maybe both.

Why was she hospitalized? His thoughts suddenly stopped, and a terrifying thought came to his mind: Could she be pregnant? He stepped back a few steps and squatted at the end of the bed to look at the information board there.

Chief complaint: pain.

Diagnosis: Neurosis?

What kind of disease is this? Xie Jin exhaled. If she was really pregnant, it would be troublesome to get rid of the child silently.

He touched his smooth face, then neurotically moved closer to look at Cui Jing's face. He didn't notice it at first, but when he looked carefully, he found that her face was so delicate that no pores could be seen, and the soft hair on her cheeks was almost transparent under the light.

Xie Jin leaned very close to him.

You can’t see the pores at all!

Their previous conversation did not wake her up, so she just closed her eyes quietly, with the white sheet pulled up to her chest, and the rise and fall of her chest with her breathing was not obvious.

It's just... like death.

I really want to destroy her face with a knife. Since Brother Zhai chose her, it means that she looks like what he likes. The person he wanted but couldn't get was obtained by the class he looked down on, twice.

The more Xie Jin thought about it, the colder he felt in his heart, and the chill spread throughout his body.

At this moment, he saw the eyelashes very close to him tremble slightly, like the trembling of raindrops hitting flower stamens.

It's too late to retreat.

A pair of misty amber eyes stared straight into his eyes.

"Who are you?" the woman asked calmly.