In the heavy rain, I didn't have an umbrella. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The rain hit his face and blurred his vision.

In front of him, there was a familiar black figure.

It was on its back, and it couldn't see its face clearly.

As if abandoned by the whole world, a huge pathos hit Song Jong-hyuk's heart.

He wanted to pounce on it, turn the figure around, and see what it really was.

However, the body kept calling, and the feet stood firmly in place as if they were rooted.

I could only hear the figure say resolutely, "You go." ”

"Jonghyuk oppa? Jonghyuk oppa? ”

"Huh?"

Song Jong-hyuk, who was asleep, was suddenly pushed and woke up, facing Yoon Hye-mi's worried gaze.

With his eyes glazed and a warm smile in his eyes, Song Jong-hyuk asked, "Good morning, Emi." ”

"Jonghyuk oppa, are you alright? It looks like you're not feeling well. ”

Yoon Hye-mi looked at Song Jong-hyuk's sweaty head and wet bangs, and asked again and again.

"Ah, it's fine, it's just a nightmare." Thinking of the remaining dream memories and the angry accusations, Song Jong-hyuk crooked the corners of his mouth, looking a little weak.

Yin Huimei nodded, her face was still a little uneasy: "Zhong Hyuk oppa, get up, we have to go to the interrogation meeting in a while, we need to make some preparations." ”

"Ready?" Song Jong-hyuk asked suspiciously, and with his hands propped up, he struggled to get up from the sofa chair that he had nested all night last night.

Moving his somewhat sore body, the sound of gaba gaba sounded, and Song Jong-hyuk couldn't help but let out a few moans.

Yin Huimei complained and helped the wrinkled part of the back of his clothes: "So, why let me sleep in the bed?" Obviously, your injuries are not healed yet. ”

"Aren't we Emi drunk?" Song Jong-hyuk felt the strength of Yoon Hye-mi's gentle patting, and smiled softly: "Sleeping in your own bed and letting a girl sleep on the sofa is not something that a man should do." ”

Yin Huimei's hand movement stopped, and there was a hint of blush on her face. She shouted in disguise, "That's okay, you can squeeze with me." ”

As he spoke, his originally loud tone became smaller and smaller, and his head retracted into his chest.

"Hey, Yigu," Song Jong-hyuk turned around and looked at Yoon Hye-mi playfully: "Are we Hui-mi going to recommend a pillow mat?" ”

"Or am I not a man in your eyes?"

"It's not like that." Yoon Hye-mi was so shy that she slapped Song Jong-hyuk's arm vigorously, and pouted, "Oppa, you know to make a joke about me." ”

"Speaking of which, our Hye-mi drinks a lot," Song Jong-hyuk teased loudly, "I was so drunk after only a few cans of beer, and I was still holding me and asking for ...... wine."

"Jonghyuk oppa!"

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The elevator door slowly opened, and Song Jong-hyuk felt a little apprehensive.

Glancing back at Yoon Hye-mi and gaining some confidence from her encouraging eyes, Song Jong-hyuk took a deep breath and stepped out of the elevator.

For a moment, a cacophony of voices filled my ears.

At the corner of this elevator room, from Song Jong-hyuk's point of view, the entire corridor appears to be unobstructed.

It's still early, it's just time to go to work, but the exclusive floor of thoracic surgery is already full of people, quite lively.

Song Jong-hyuk slowly walked through the hallway, scanning the people passing by, intently and attentively.

He trotted past him, holding tightly the escort who was supposed to be a list of test results or something.

Sitting on a chair by the wall, a family member of a patient pulling his hair in a dejected manner.

A patient who walks slowly and recovers with the help of others with crutches in his hand.

There are also occasional white-clothed nurses with tired and serious faces among these people, hurrying by.

In the midst of this bustling scene, the concept of a hospital suddenly became very three-dimensional and vivid in Song Jong-hyuk's mind.

Finally, when they reached the vicinity of the nurse's desk, the chaotic shouts inside also reached Song Jong-hyuk's ears.

"Nurse Liu, it's time for the patient in VIP room 5 to change their dressing."

"Okay head nurse, I'll go now."

"In-sook, the twelve-bed Kim Min-seok urgently called, you go and take a look."

"Yay, love for Smecta."

"Nurse Nim, I want to visit--"

"I'm sorry, it's not visitation time, could you please come back later?"

……

Looking at the orderly and hot work scene in the chaos, Song Jong-hyuk was a little moved and proud.

Himself, one of them, is a glorious doctor.

"Jingle bell", the phone in the nurse's desk rang. The head nurse was quick and immediately arrested.

"Thoracic Surgery Inpatient Unit -- Two patients with lung injuries from a car accident that require surgery – okay, I'll make arrangements right away."

Putting down the phone, she turned her head, only to see Song Jong-hyuk, who had already walked over, and Yoon Hye-mi, who was wearing a white coat behind him.

"Is there anything you can help with this patient?"

A trace of doubt flashed in the head nurse's eyes, feeling that this figure was very familiar, and he couldn't help asking.

Song Jong-hyuk stopped, touched his nose, and turned his head.

"I'm just coming over and ...... casually"

"Dr. Song???

Taking advantage of Song Jong-hyuk's turn, the head nurse saw his face clearly, and a trace of consternation flashed in her eyes, and she shouted in surprise.

“…… Look. Song Jong-hyuk's interrupted words were just finished, and looking at the nurses who rushed up, he touched his nose and didn't dare to open his mouth at all.

"Just kidding!"

"How is that possible? Without eyes and a parted head, how could this be Dr. Song?! ”

"That's it! But...... It's so handsome......"

The little nurses surrounded Song Jong-hyuk in the middle, as if they had seen aliens, talking and pointing at him from time to time.

Song Jong-hyuk only felt uncomfortable and wanted to break out of the encirclement, but his injured body was not strong enough. He could only peek his head out of the cracks, looking pitifully at the head nurse standing outside the crowd and asking her for help.

A smile flashed in the head nurse's eyes, and she coughed lightly twice and said, "Ahem, everyone disperse, don't freak out Dr. Song." ”

"So, is Dr. Song's amnesia true?"

"Nonsense, if Dr. Song hadn't lost his memory, we had been around for so long, and in the past, he would have scolded him with a poisonous tongue, okay?"

"Oh...... Then let's take advantage of the fact that we are now teasing a little more. ”

Seeing that the nurses didn't listen to their words one by one, they still gathered around Song Jong-hyuk, and the head nurse's face was pulled down.

She put her hands on her waist and shouted loudly: "Ah, Liu Zaixi, Zhao Shiqi, do you want to die??? ”

The little nurses who were teasing just now were silent, and hurriedly stood in a row obediently, bending their necks and waiting for the head nurse to get angry.

"Corey is so short of manpower, you guys are still in the mood to laugh one by one, why don't you hurry up and give me a job!"

"Love to Smecta!" The little girls collectively bowed ninety degrees and honestly returned to their respective posts, never daring to be distracted again.

"A bunch of unconscious, don't scare me and don't know how good I am."

The head nurse muttered, turned out of the nurse's table, and walked to Song Jong-hyuk's side.

Em-mi, who had been hiding on the side for a long time, stepped forward to help Song Jong-hyuk tidy up his somewhat messy hair.

"I'm sorry Dr. Song, but I made you see the joke."

The head nurse said this at any time, but the slightly hooked corners of her mouth completely exposed the bad taste in her heart.

"It's okay, it's just, it's too enthusiastic." Song Jong-hyuk glared threateningly at Yoon Hye-mi, who was doing a good job, and smiled helplessly.

The head nurse pursed her lips and bowed: "Doctor Song Jong-hyuk, I still have a job, so I will leave first." ”

"Feel free to do so, it's good to have Emi with me."

Song Jong-hyuk hurriedly waved his hand goodbye and watched the head nurse leave in a hurry.

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A delicate wooden door with frosted glass to keep the outside world out of sight.

Yoon Hye-mi took out the key, opened the door, and then took a step back.

Song Jong-hyuk looked at her suspiciously.

Emi smiled slightly: "This is your office, or you should open it yourself." ”

Song Jong-hyuk nodded, stretched out his hand, held the doorknob, and turned it slightly.

The door opened.