"Whew. Damn, it's getting excessive. With Zhu Tian's long sigh, she couldn't help but have a plan, but seeing that the time was still not good for implementation at noon, she temporarily gave up this idea and sorted out today's work, after all, she still had to eat.

"This patient... This patient... Oh, by the way, how did I forget about him. Zhu Tian patted his thigh lightly, thinking of a patient who was young and rich and lived in a senior ward.

Zhu Tian hurriedly got up and pushed open the door and walked out, but it was not in the direction of the ward, but in the monitoring room.

After a few minutes, the door of the monitoring room was pushed open from the outside in, and after a few minutes, the door of the monitoring room was pushed open again, from the inside out.

A displeased and slightly puzzled face appeared in the corridor, which made some intern nurses who had just entered the working state a little frightened, and approached both sides of the corridor one after another, for fear that Zhu Tian would call them over with a glance and be pulled into a swamp.

In the screen, she only saw a messy quilt, but this is not important, because in front of money, a messy quilt is like a drop in the bucket, not worth mentioning. The important thing is that the person directly related to the messy phenomenon is the direct reason why Zhu Tian does not take it to heart.

Xu Pingfan, this ordinary name has been silently recited hundreds of times in Zhu Tian's heart, and now its owner is not lying quietly on the hospital bed, but has disappeared.

Her inner plan was disrupted, Zhu Tian's mood was of course not good, and she didn't know where Xu Pingfan was going now, so it was time to start some necessary investigations.

……

The first thing Xu Pingfan did when he got home was to send a text message to Wang Xiao and Leng Xuebing about their discharge, asking them not to go to the hospital again if they wanted to come to see him, but to come directly to his home.

Leng Xuebing, who was not in class, quickly replied to the text message and told Xu Pingfan that she would come on time tonight, and Wang Xiao, as a freshman in high school, of course couldn't take out her mobile phone to watch it during class, so it took about half an hour to reply to the message, so the four of them made an appointment to cook dinner at Xu Pingfan's house to celebrate Xu Pingfan's successful discharge.

Liu Qimo, who was sitting on the side, asked calmly after watching Xu Pingfan tap the keyboard on the screen like a cloud, "Do you want Han Ruizhuo to come today?"

This sentence undoubtedly sounded a wake-up call for Xu Pingfan.

Han Ruizhuo didn't know about Xu Pingfan's discharge from the hospital, because he was now in class, just like Wang Xiao, listening carefully to the teacher's lecture. And Wang Yanli may not know this news for too long, after all, Xu Pingfan stays in the hospital for one more day, and she will inevitably help him pay for the hospital. But in this way, Wang Yanli, who doesn't have to pay an extra day, will definitely notice the movements of this son's life-saving benefactor.

Of course, Xu Pingfan saw that the relationship between Wang Yanli and his son Han Ruizhuo may not be as harmonious as a normal mother and son, but Xu Pingfan doesn't know how to figure out the thoughts of such a big man, so Liu Qimo's words must be reasonable, and they must be carefully considered.

Maybe Han Ruizhuo could help him do it, but Xu Pingfan didn't know why he had such an idea. Perhaps it was the inherent class thinking that led him to the idea of self-preservation.

Forget it, why do you want to do so much, just let Han Ruizhuo come to this dinner for his mother, as a kind of thanks.

Xu Pingfan nodded at Liu Qimo while thinking, then picked up his mobile phone and edited a text message to send.

At this time, Liu Qimo was no longer beside Xu Pingfan, but was busy in the kitchen, after all, it was almost noon.

"Brother Fan, there are no dishes at home, why don't you order takeout at noon today?" Liu Qimo poked out a small head from the kitchen, his big eyes were watery, and he looked at Xu Pingfan and asked.

"Okay, but I want to eat something light, after all, I just came out of the hospital, and I don't feel so comfortable. Xu Pingfan leaned back, felt the comfort of the sofa, and said lightly.

"Then let's drink porridge, don't order takeout, there is still some rice at home, let's go out together after eating at noon." ”

"Good. ”

In this way, under the guidance of Xu Pingfan, Liu Qimo made a decent lunch on his own truly and independently. Although it was just a simple porridge and a few kinds of greens were added to the porridge, the meaning in this is as precious as Sun Yalei's first operation.

But what Xu Pingfan didn't know was that such a dull life would soon be broken, and this dull life would gradually disappear in the air with the breaking, and it could no longer be found.

……

"In addition, in the southwest and north, we see that there will still be some scattered light rain and snow tonight and tomorrow..."

The TV in the living room is playing today's weather forecast, Xu Pingfan, who has never watched this kind of program, has never changed the channel at first glance, maybe the meaning of its existence is just to make the atmosphere in the room more balanced.

"Come and hand me the green peppers. "Who's going to cut that barbecued pork?"

"Come, bring this and the inside over. "Is there anything else you haven't cut?"

"And the last one, and it'll be fine right away. "Qimo, it's time to serve dinner. ”

Several busy figures shuttled between the kitchen and the living room, and the plates in their hands were also of various styles and sizes, after all, Xu Pingfan never thought that one day his small room would be so popular.

"I said that this Han Ruizhuo is too unreliable, what time is it, you can see, he still doesn't come when the meal is done, waiting to eat ready-made?" Wang Xiao said angrily.

Knock knock.

"Here it is, Takuko. ”

Xu Pingfan leaned sideways, holding the last plate of dried celery, and shouted at Han Ruizhuo at the door.

"Here," Han Ruizhuo was sweating profusely, hurriedly walked a few steps towards the living room, and said to everyone, "Hello everyone, I'm Han Ruizhuo, I'm sorry to be late." ”

Of course, Liu Qimo and Leng Xuebing cast friendly glances, after all, Liu Qimo has a high probability of recognizing Han Ruizhuo's character, and Leng Xuebing is the character that an excellent teacher should have, and he smiled kindly at the students in other classes.

But Wang Xiao is different.

In his eyes, being late is a more important rule, after all, he is deeply influenced by his father, and he himself has imperceptibly accepted some of his father's personality traits. For example, don't be late.

Wang Xiao, who was uncomfortable in his heart, from the moment he saw Han Ruizhuo, his subjective consciousness was completely filled with his thoughts, and there was no way to make any calm judgments.

It's like a cat seeing a mouse, and it's out of control.