Wang Meixin dragged her two bloody legs on the ground and crawled slowly, slowly approaching Luo Zhaoyang, the expression full of pain made Luo Zhaoyang have a heart-rending feeling, he tried hard to run forward, but he didn't know what was behind him, but it was holding himself deadly, not letting him move a step forward.

"Meixin ......" Luo Zhaoyang used all his strength to break the sound through his throat, when his two eyes opened again, the surroundings were quiet, there was no Wang Meixin, no bloody scenes, no everything that made him painful, instead of a snow-white ceiling, and the faint smell of disinfectant water, the quilt on his body could not hide the pain caused by the wound.

"Zhaoyang, are you awake?" Looking at Luo Zhaoyang, who was sweating profusely, Zhou Qing seemed a little excited, and at this moment, the big stone in his heart was finally released.

"Where's Meixin, how is Meixin now?" Luo Zhaoyang grabbed Zhou Qing's clothes and asked nervously, at this moment he would rather believe that this was just a dream of his than his memory.

"Don't get excited, she's fine." Zhou Qing held Luo Zhaoyang and comforted him softly, the few days of the operation made Zhou Qing feel dangerous, and he wondered if there was something wrong with his operation, so that he recalled Luo Zhaoyang's entire operation process no more than ten times, and after not finding the slightest problem, he could only look forward to any accidents.

Now that Luo Zhaoyang can come to his senses, it can be regarded as having passed this difficulty safely, and for him to be able to call Wang Meixin's name, it means that his memory should be restored.

"Is he really okay? I'm going to see her now. Luo Zhaoyang looked at Zhou Qing suspiciously, and when he couldn't read the information he wanted from Zhou Qing's eyes for the first time, he immediately bracked up and tried to get up.

"If you want to see him, you have to take care of your body first, now that you have recovered your memory, don't say that you go to find Wang Meixin, you just walked out of this door, and a lot of people came to talk to you, you must know that you have caused a lot of trouble this time." Zhou Qing pressed Luo Zhaoyang back to the bed, and said with a straight face, at this moment, he was like a strict father teaching his son who was in trouble.

"Got into trouble? Who's talking to me? Looking at Zhou Qing's stiff face, he asked a little incomprehensibly.

Along the way, Luo Zhaoyang felt that everything he did was right, even if he hurt someone, he was afraid that it would kill someone, but in Luo Zhaoyang's opinion, all of this was due to them, and all his excesses were because of some things they couldn't bear to do, and some self-defense for their own safety.

"You want to fake amnesia? Can't remember what you've done yourself? Zhou Qing straightened up and glared at Luo Zhaoyang, his disbelieving eyes began to look Luo Zhaoyang up and down.

"How do you do it doctor, don't you know that I have amnesia, I fell off the train and forgot a lot of people and things, even if no one tells you, my head is a second trauma." Luo Zhaoyang listened to Zhou Qing say this, his eyes immediately became flexible, and after turning a few times, Luo Zhaoyang touched his head that was still holding, and said with a smile.

"You just pretend, who just kept calling Wang Meixin's name when she was in a coma?" Zhou Qing raised his hand, as if he had already seen through Luo Zhaoyang's lies.

"I called Wang Meixin's name when I was unconscious? What else did I shout? Luo Zhaoyang looked at the door, and then asked in a low voice, at this moment he was not only recalling the people and things he had forgotten, but also thinking about whether he had said anything that he shouldn't have said.

"I don't know what you shouted, but if you really can't remember, then those girlfriends of yours are here, I'll repeat it again, and let them help analyze whether it has anything to do with your amnesia." Zhou Qing said as he stuffed the stethoscope hanging on his chest into Luo Zhaoyang's chest, and then listened intently to his body without making any noise.

Zhou Qing's seriousness made Luo Zhaoyang a little embarrassed, although Zhou Qing and Luo Zhaoyang's family are not related, but because of his grandfather, Zhou Qing has already treated Luo Zhaoyang as his own son, at this point, Luo Zhaoyang can feel Zhou Qing's care, and he can feel the strict kindness he brought to himself like his father.

"Don't look at me like that, you'll make me feel uncomfortable." Luo Zhaoyang dodged Zhou Qing's gaze, at this moment he was like a child who had done something wrong, and he didn't dare to meet his parents' gaze.

"I'm already good to you, if my parents are here, then I'll be like you with a hippie smile." Zhou Qing put away the stethoscope, and the look of hatred that iron is not made of steel made Luo Zhaoyang suddenly a little moved.

"I don't think if my parents were alive, they wouldn't necessarily care more than you, do you know that you're more like my father." Listening to Zhou Qing mention his parents, Luo Zhaoyang's head lowered, and the inexplicable sadness immediately came to his heart.

"No, if they are still there, believe that they are doing better than me, you will become better, you will be happier." Zhou Qing sighed deeply, more than ten years have passed, but that operation still remembers him in his heart.

Although it is said that the doctor is not a god, let alone omnipotent, Zhou Qing is still haunted by that operation, so that he can't forget it.

"I'm excellent, and you just said I was in trouble." Luo Zhaoyang suddenly changed the topic, and his words washed away the faint sadness between him and Zhou Qing, and let them return to a relaxed and happy conversation again.

"You ......" Luo Zhaoyang's optimism and his hippie smile did make Zhou Qing feel like it was suddenly sunny, and sometimes he also thought that it would be great if Luo Zhaoyang was really his son.

"Do you want to say that if I were your son, I would have to teach me a lesson, would I?" Luo Zhaoyang picked up Zhou Qing's words, he said this, when he was studying for medical qualifications, Zhou Qing said the most to him, and now he just moved this sentence out again, so as to block Zhou Qing's mouth and make him have nothing to say.

"I know, you think I'm verbose, you don't want me to talk about you." Zhou Qing sighed and said lightly, his helplessness suddenly widened the distance between him and Luo Zhaoyang.

"It's best if you can understand such laws of nature, and there is no one of my age who doesn't say that his father is not verbose." Although Luo Zhaoyang's sentence is a bit face-to-face, it is summarized by him from Liu Hanxiang and his peers, so it is somewhat representative.

"I'm not your father." Zhou Qing heard Luo Zhaoyang say this, and his heart suddenly felt a little complacent.

"No, you only said it now, you don't know that in the past, only people saw the two of us, and they both said that we were father and son, so sometimes I really wonder if you were born to my mother illegally." Luo Zhaoyang began to look at Zhou Qinglai seriously again, and when he found that he had nothing in common with Zhou Qingzhen, he could only sigh.

"You see you're talking nonsense again, I want to have a son like you, but a small person like me, how can there be a big son like you!" Although Zhou Qing said this, Luo Zhaoyang's words made him very happy.

"I think I'm really good myself, if you really like it, then I'll treat you as my dad from now on, so that I not only earn a mother, but also a younger brother, how good is that." Luo Zhaoyang grabbed Zhou Qing, who turned around to leave, and looked at Zhou Qing with a kind of expectation in his eyes.

"Okay, when you are healed, I will take you back, set up a few tables to recognize your relatives, I want everyone to know that my son is out." Zhou Qing straightened his chest and looked like he was raising his eyebrows.

And just as Zhou Qing finished speaking, there was a gentle knock at the door of the ward, interrupting the pleasant conversation between Luo Zhaoyang and Zhou Qing.

Just when Luo Zhaoyang and Zhou Qing's eyes fell on the nurse who knocked on the door, the nurse stared at Luo Zhaoyang and said, "Dean Zhou, the family members of the patient in bed No. 68 want to see you and say that they want to learn about the patient's injuries with you. ”

"68 beds, Ms. Wang's family?" Zhou Qing listened to the nurse's words, and he asked after thinking about it in order to make a confirmation.

"In addition, Director Ma is also here, and his hemorrhoids are designated for you to do, and now he is arguing at the time of surgery." The nurse seemed to be at a loss for what to do.

"You go down first, I'll arrange it." Zhou Qing responded, and just when he turned his head to explain what Luo Zhaoyang should pay attention to, he seemed to remember something, and then immediately turned his head and stopped the nurse and said, "Head nurse, wait a minute." ”

Now Wang Meixin's relatives came to find him, and it was not difficult for Director Ma to have hemorrhoids several times a year, but if people outside knew that Luo Zhaoyang had woken up, then he would have a thousand opponents, and he would dare not stop those who wanted to see Luo Zhaoyang with different excuses.

Although all the dangers have passed now, Luo Zhaoyang is not suitable for too many people to disturb his recuperation, and the most important thing is that he also wants to ask the people of the Wang family what they think about Luo Zhaoyang's affairs, so that he can better deal with the waves of people.

Zhou Qing's conversation with the nurse made Luo Zhaoyang have infinite thoughts, for their whispering at the door, and the head nurse's wrinkled expression that almost crow's feet came out, he felt that his affairs should not be over, and when he thought about hurting Wang Meixin into that kind of Iron Triangle, Luo Zhaoyang's heart couldn't help but rise, because until now, he still doesn't know whether the Iron Triangle is dead or escaped now, and whether he and Wang Meixin's situation is safe.