At six o'clock in the evening, Yang Xi came to the theme western restaurant called Elysee Pastoral run by Ye Qiuhe as promised.

The restaurant is not big, there are a total of about a dozen round tables, and the decoration is very flattering, which stimulates the soul of some very cheap decoration materials, which makes people look at it at a glance and immediately produce a unique feeling.

Ye Qiuhe waited at the bar counter of the restaurant, and when he saw Yang Xi coming in, he hurriedly greeted him.

Yang Xi nodded reservedly in response, and under the guidance of Ye Qiuhe, he came to the innermost round table in the restaurant, which is relatively secluded and most suitable for chatting and talking, and will neither affect others nor be affected by others.

After Ye Qiuhe let Yang Xi go, he was just about to do it, but Yang Xi suddenly shouted softly: "Slow!" Ye Qiuhe couldn't help but be stunned, looking at Yang Xi, not knowing what he had done wrong.

Yang Xi walked around the round table, first put the chair that Ye Qiuhe had dragged out back to its place, and then dragged it out, and made a gesture of please.

Ye Qiuhe smiled: "I always thought that surgeons were all handsome and ruthless, but I didn't expect Dr. Yang to be so humorous." ”

Yang Xi said seriously: "Doctor Yang is not handsome enough, so I can only make up for it with humor." ”

Ye Qiuhe laughed out loud and said, "What I can't stand the most is people like you who tell jokes with a stiff face, do you know, the heroes in my pen are basically your type." ”

Yang Xi said curiously: "The hero of your pen? So, you are a writer?"

Ye Qiuhe smiled humbly: "The little woman doesn't dare to call herself a writer, at most she is just a well-known Internet writer." ”

Yang Xi said suspiciously: "Then this restaurant is ......" Yang Xi thought that Ye Qiuhe had told him a white lie.

Ye Qiuhe smiled indifferently and said, "The year before last, my birth year, my brother gave me a birthday gift. As he spoke, Ye Qiuhe beckoned, called the restaurant waiter, and ordered that the food could be served.

The play can be very realistic, but no matter how realistic the performance is, it will leave traces. However, between Ye Qiuhe and the waiter's words, Yang Xi really didn't see any traces of the performance.

Then we have to believe it for the time being.

Ye Qiuhe continued: "In this era of fighting for my father, I am undoubtedly a hard-working person, I lost my father when I was seven years old, and it was my mother who worked hard to bring up our brother and sister. But I am a lucky person, because I have a good brother, he didn't go to college, he didn't even finish high school, before the college entrance examination, he didn't listen to his mother, gave up the college entrance examination, and secretly went to the south, this time, it was a full 10 years. ”

The waiter served the two of them a starter.

Ye Qiuhe's substitute waiter introduced: "Although our restaurant is small, it takes the high-end route, all the ingredients are airlifted from the place of origin, although my chef is not a foreigner, but he has also practiced in Paris for more than three years. Here, Dr. Yang, try this smoked salmon dish. ”

Yang Xi smiled and picked up the knife and fork, but he was a little unhappy in his heart. Although the master is not talented, he is the natural enemy of all kinds of pretending to be coerced, believe it or not, this will make you unable to get off the stage...... Count, count, people are a patient, why are they so serious?

Combing his mood, Yang Xi cut off a piece of fish meat with a knife, then forked it with a fork, put it firmly in his mouth, and chewed it slowly.

Ye Qiuhe praised: "I don't see it, Dr. Yang is still an expert in Western food." ”

Yang Xi put down the knife and fork, took a sip of red wine, and responded: "If I tell you that this is the first time I eat Western food in my life, will you believe it?"

Ye Qiuhe was stunned for a moment, then giggled, and said, "You're here again, I've already said it, I can't stand a serious joke like you, and you deliberately make me laugh?"

Yang Xi said seriously: "It's not funny, it's true." Yang Xi smiled bitterly and continued: "From the time my college entrance examination scores came down that year until I graduated from college and joined the work, for more than five years, I have been living in a state where I can only provide myself with barely enough calories, let alone eating a Western meal, even if I eat a skewer at a roadside stall, it is an incomparable luxury." After graduating, I worked in Liuquan Town Hospital for more than a year, you should know that it is rare to have a rest day as a doctor, so in this year, I have been to the city no more than 5 times, and I have eaten Western food twice, the first time is McDonald's, and the second time is ......"

Ye Qiuhe hurriedly said: "KFC?"

Yang Xi smiled faintly and said, "Wrong, it's Kenkid." ”

Ye Qiuhe couldn't help it, snorted, and laughed again.

Yang Xi then ate a piece of fish and said, "That's right, life is short, crying is a day, laughing is also a day, why can't we forget our sorrow and have more joy?"

Ye Qiuhe suddenly dimmed and said in a low voice: "Actually, I'm not afraid of death, but I'm worried about my mother and my brother, if they never see me again, how sad it will be!"

Yang Xi said: "So, you took all the pressure off by yourself, you didn't tell your mother about your condition, let alone your brother, right?"

Ye Qiuhe's eyes suddenly reddened, shook his head slowly, and said, "I also want to tell them that I really want to get their love, but I'm afraid to see them worry and feel sad for me." When it came to sadness, Ye Qiuhe took out a box of women's cigarettes from the Kun bag placed on the dining table, lit one for himself, took a deep puff, spit it out heavily, and continued: "Actually, the words I told you in WeChat this morning were all lies to you, so far, among all the people who know me, there should be no third person who knows that I am sick except for Director Ma and you." ”

Yang Xi thought for a moment and said, "I understand, you need a listener who can talk about the bitterness in your heart, right?"

Ye Qiuhe smiled bitterly, took out another bag of China from her bag, handed it to Yang Xi, and said, "Don't hold it back, it's very tiring to pretend to be a gentleman." I have observed you and Director Ma, both of you are very addicted to smoking. ”

Yang Xi smiled faintly, took out Sanwu from his pocket, and said while taking a cigarette and lighting a cigarette: "I'm sorry, domestic cigarettes are too light, I only smoke foreign cigarettes." ”

Ye Qiuhe didn't care either, and continued: "Confiding is only one aspect, I have another thing I want to ask you. I know that the surgery requires the signature of the family, but I don't want my mother and my brother to know about it.

"This ......" Yang Xi couldn't help but feel embarrassed.

As far as medicine is concerned, the level of medicine in China is not much backward compared with Western countries, but in some issues around medicine, China cannot keep up with the pace of Western countries at all.