Fang Yeke's fingers holding the phone were white, and he closed his eyes: "Then what do you want?"

"Ask someone to do something, put the attitude for me, and call my husband first. ”

The tone is cold and hard, and he is high.

Fang Ye's angry and annoyed little heart suddenly jumped, and his ears were slightly hot from being stung by the word "husband......

I hung up the phone with a snap.

Husband, two familiar and unfamiliar words, in an instant, all the grievances and pains that had accumulated in her heart for five years were turned over, and the tears that she had held back for a long time leaked out.

Once upon a time, she was complacent and proud that he was her husband, she used to regard him as her god and her dependence, and she paid stupidly without reservation, but he was just a use of her, and she was injured completely.

Even the child in her womb refused to let go.

Thinking of her son, the woman whose tears had not dried, her eyes were red again.

She gasped for air in defeat.

Luo Qingchuan said that after half a year of training here, she will open a mental clinic for her to manage, and when she has a high salary, she will be able to leave the slum with her son, give him a good living environment, and let him receive a good education.

But if you lose your job now......

raised his hand to wipe away his tears, bit his lip and dialed the number again, his soft voice deliberately carried a flattering smile: "President Huo, yesterday's incident was my fault, you don't care about the villain, just raise your noble hand and let me go, it's not easy for me to beg for a life outside as a woman, if you have any requirements, just mention it, as long as I can do it, I will definitely do my best." ”

"Be my attending doctor and treat me. ”

Fang Yike's nervous eyebrows were slightly stunned, he thought that he would make some unreasonable requests, but he didn't expect him to give such a sentence.

Exhaling lightly, she agreed without the slightest hesitation: "No problem." ”

"The time of the consultation is up to me. ”

"Except for Saturday and Sunday, you can arrange any other time. ”

She doesn't have any other patients anyway, but she has to stay home with her children on her days off.

"It's up to me to decide where to go. ”

"This seems a bit difficult, I'm just an intern now, and I have to apply to the dean. ”

"The environment of your hospital is too poor, I ask for a visit fee of 10,000 yuan each time in other places, and it will be settled in cash. ”

10,000 for house calls?

Rich people are really hypocritical and willful.

She hesitated, thought for a moment, and then replied, "Okay." ”

"That's it. ”

The phone was hung up.

Fang Yi listened to the beep on the phone for a while before coming back to her senses, she couldn't believe that the matter was solved so easily, with that man's temperament, shouldn't he be angry at her, and then embarrass her?

Could it be that people get older and their tempers get better?

That night, she knew she had misjudged.

At eleven o'clock in the middle of the night, she was sleeping soundly, and the mobile phone resting on the pillow suddenly buzzed and vibrated non-stop.

Fang Yi took out the phone in a daze, afraid of waking up the child and walked out of the bedroom, and glanced down at the screen to recognize the owner of the string of numbers.

Back then, for this string of numbers, she also stayed in the corridor of the school dormitory in the middle of the night in the third watch of the winter, talking on the phone with him who was on a business trip, calling his uncle sweetly in her heart, chatting for an hour or two, holding on to the sleepiness of her eyelids collapsing, she was reluctant to hang up.

At the time, she thought he missed her too, but later learned that he was irritable and insomnia because he was worried about another woman's illness.

There was another tingling in my heart.

I closed my eyes and answered reluctantly: "Mr. Huo, it's not my working time." ”

"But you only said that it is not possible on Saturdays and Sundays, not that it is not possible at night. ”

She knew that this man was not a fuel-efficient lamp.

"Okay, then you can say it. ”

"Doctor Fang, I'm having nightmares again, it's terrifying. ”

Fang can also: "......"

Doing too many things should be the result, the cycle of cause and effect, good and evil are rewarded, how can the sky spare anyone?

Pouting, she said calmly: "You record the content into the voice recorder and give it to me during the follow-up visit, and I will analyze the condition for you, and then treat the symptoms." ”

"No, I can't remember the content of that nightmare, I just remember that it was very scary, I am covered in cold sweat now, my heart palpitations are restless, Doctor Fang, I need an interview. ”

Fang can also: "......"

How can a man like him, who is afraid of ghosts and gods, be so scared?

"Doctor Fang, are you listening?" the other party asked in a precarious tone.

She yawned, "Yes." ”

Although she had expected him to set the time for his next visit at his residence, she definitely did not expect that he would let her go at eleven o'clock in the middle of the night.

And the identity of the other party is still her son's father and her ex-husband.

"Mr. Huo, it's the same for phone talking, although you are just my patient, but in the middle of the night, it is inconvenient to be alone. ”

After being silent for about five seconds, the man's deep voice came again, as if ringing in her ears, and he unexpectedly made a compromise: "It's okay to come, then do you have a book in hand?"

Fang Yi glanced at the book "Psychiatrist" on the coffee table: "Yes." ”

The man said dumbly: "Then read a few paragraphs for me, I need emotional relief and relief now." ”

Fang Yi frowned even tighter, and said lightly: "Mr. Huo, I have to go to work tomorrow." ”

"Then count you as a doctor tonight, and I'll pay you. ”

Fang Yi bit his lip: "It's not a matter of money. ”

The man's low-pitched voice became a little softer: "Read it, it's also to cure diseases and save people, why bother with the way." ”

Knowing that he would not stop until he reached his goal, Fang Yi measured a few seconds, turned on the light and sat on the chair, picked up the book on the coffee table, turned on the speaker on his mobile phone, and began to read word by word.

Her voice is sweet and soft, because of the relationship between her emotions and the person on the other end at this time, her voice is very cold.

Ever since she began to pronounce, the man has stopped speaking.

Fang Yi didn't understand what he wanted to do, because it didn't work at all for psychotherapy, and after reading for ten minutes, she even thought he had hung up the phone, and called him with a frown.

The man quickly snorted on the other end.

It's just a simple syllable, but it looks unusually hoarse, and the breathing is a little chaotic.

Fang Yi frowned, didn't think much or deeply, so he still didn't know what he was doing.

Until she stopped occasionally, she could faintly hear the man's breathing, sometimes light and sometimes heavy, and occasionally even heavier when she couldn't suppress it.

Did he fall asleep and then have nightmares again?

She paused for nearly ten seconds, and finally couldn't help but call his name.

As before, he simply hummed.

Her gaze fell back to the book, and with a yawn, she continued, and this time even her own voice did not drown out the tiny sound that spilled from the man's throat.

Fang Yi was stunned.

Images of the past suddenly rolled through her mind, and she remembered those days and nights when the man had pressed her with a manic and wild impulse.

Those pasts, the past that he loved fiercely......

When she reacted suddenly, she scolded herself in her heart, she was really crazy, she would think of those at such a time, she was so shameless.

At the same time, it immediately understood what the man on the other end was doing with her voice.

She bit her lip and turned pale: "Horsey City ......"