"Sister, is there any sugar? The mouth smelled of blood. Xiao Ya gargled several times and found that her mouth was still bitter.

"I've got it in my bag, you wait a minute." Luo Yixia hurriedly ran back to the department, and the sugar was placed in the department.

I took out a handful of milk candy in my bag, and then took it to my hand and remembered that it is not easy for patients with kidney failure to eat too sweet.

Hesitating, she finally brought only one candy, and when she returned to the ward, Xiaoya was already asleep, and her mother covered her with a quilt.

"I'm sorry for you to come over to accompany Xiaoya today." The two walked out of the room, and her mother whispered.

"I'm fine." Luo Yixia smiled embarrassedly, "Xiaoya, is she going to prepare for surgery?" ”

"Well, surgery is scheduled for next Friday." Her mother nodded.

Luo Yixia returned to the department.

Song Chengyi was packing up her scattered bag, and with her bony fingers, she put the toffee back into the bag.

Such a good-looking pair of hands, I didn't expect to be holding a scalpel.

"Little bud slept?" Song Chengyi saw her walking back in disappointment.

"Hmm."

"She can't eat too sweet, so she can't eat these sugars."

"I know, she didn't eat."

Both of them were very depressed.

"Xiaoya, she coughed up blood again today." Luo Yixia tore open the toffee in his palm and put it in his mouth.

Obviously, it wasn't her who coughed up blood, but her throat was a little fishy and sweet, which was very uncomfortable.

"Hmm." Song Chengyi, as the attending doctor, how could he not know.

"I wanted Gu Yihang to come and see Xiaoya, but he ran away and hasn't come back yet."

"Okay."

"Little bud, her surgery will be successful, right?" Luo Yixia approached Song Chengyi and rested her head on his chest.

Even if both of them know that this is the department, this is a public place.

But Luo Yixia couldn't help it, she felt very uncomfortable.

Song Chengyi, as a doctor, couldn't give an exact promise, but now he just wanted to comfort Luo Yixia and comfort himself.

"Yes, it will work."

In the afternoon, Song Chengyi was found by the dean.

"Dr. Song is here, and I have good news for you." When the dean saw Song Chengyi coming, he greeted him with a smile.

"Dean, you say."

"There is a quota in our hospital, and our director has discussed it and recommended you to go."

"The spot from last time I was abroad?" Song Chengyi didn't have any expression.

"How many hospitals are competing for that place, and it is hard to get it."

After a while, Song Chengyi arrived, "Okay, I'll think about it." ”

The dean was stunned, why should he consider the quota that no matter how many people can't get it.

But after thinking about it, after all, Song Chengyi's words may have to be discussed with his family.

If you want to go abroad, it will take one year.

And Luo Yixia needs to go to school here, and occasionally busy with his own work.

In this way, the two would need to be separated for one year.

She's going to be unhappy.

……

Ji Yao's pickled cucumbers and radishes have been around for several days, and when I opened them today, they were ready to eat.

hesitated to give it to Song Zeming.

But I don't know how to speak.

Since Song Zeming moved in, after eating two meals at her house, I haven't met Song Zeming in the past few days.

I didn't even see it for a morning run.

Ji Yao looked at the time at more than eleven o'clock, and there was still no sound at the door.

Haven't come back yet?

When you take a shower and get ready for bed.

Footsteps could finally be heard in the hallway.

After all, the footsteps were messy, and Ji Yao walked to the door with a ghost, listening carefully to the sound outside the door.

"Mr. Song, Mr. Song, where is the key?" The secretary tried to wake up the drunk Song Zeming.

After shouting for a long time, Song Zeming didn't react.

Song Zeming was taller than the secretary, and he was completely drunk, and the secretary had a hard time supporting him, and now he couldn't pull out his hand to touch the key in his pocket.

It just so happened that the opposite door opened.

The little secretary was also quite surprised, this girl was not the one who was kidnapped last time.

"Mr. Song, this is ...... Drunk? Ji Yao also heard the voice, so he hesitated to come out to take a look.

"It just so happens that I am holding Mr. Song, and I can't spare my hand, you go and touch the key in Mr. Song's pocket, it should be in the pocket of his pants."

"Oh good." Ji Yao nodded, and when he approached, his snort was full of strong wine.

Ji Yao felt that the position was awkward again, and he didn't dare to touch it carefully, so he rummaged for a long time before finding the key in his pocket.

In a hurry, he took it and opened the door.

It's just that the hand that opened the door is a little shaky, and the face is a little hot.

The secretary helped Song Zeming stumble to the bedroom.

Ji Yao came in for the first time, and the layout of the room was the same as her own, so she easily found the master bedroom, lifted the quilt, and let Song Zeming lie down.

The secretary breathed heavily and wiped the sweat from his forehead, "I'm sorry for you today." ”

"It's fine." Ji Yao shook his head.

I saw that although Song Zeming was already drunk, his brows were furrowed all the time, his face was not very good, and he looked a little painful.

"How much did Mr. Song drink? How to drink like this. Ji Yao also asked curiously.

The secretary took off his shoes, and then covered Song Zeming with a quilt, Ji Yao frowned slightly, wearing a bow tie while sleeping, and wearing a coat should be very uncomfortable.

"You don't know, from about five o'clock, those old stubborns began to pour wine one by one, and they have been drinking until now, Mr. Song even went to the bathroom to vomit in the middle, and signed a contract to toss our Mr. Song like this." The secretary couldn't help but start complaining.

"Do you want to give Mr. Song some sobering medicine or some honey?" Ji Yao saw that his facial features were wrinkled together.

"At this point, I don't know if I can buy it." The secretary glanced at the time.

"I have it at home, you wait a minute." Since Ji Yao was drunk last time, she bought sobering medicine and put it at home, and honey is always available at home.

Found these in the fridge and returned to the right door.

The secretary helped Song Zeming swallow two pills.

"Then I'll leave first, my girlfriend called me a few times to urge me, and if I don't go back, she will have to lose her temper with me again." The secretary said.

Ji Yao looked at the jar of honey in his hand...... I haven't drunk it yet.

The two of them withdrew from the room, and the secretary closed the door.

"Rest early." After saying that, the secretary left in a hurry.

Ji Yao looked at the door opposite, looked at it for a long time, and finally turned around and went back to his room, and suddenly found that there was a key on the table......

This is the key to Song Zeming's house, and when she came back to get honey just now, she actually brought it back.

An idea immediately rose in his heart, and he quickly shook his head

Fu looked at the honey in his hand again, and finally gritted his teeth, and still took the key to open the door on the other side.

If you don't drink some honey, you will have a headache and discomfort.

Ji Yao cautiously opened the door on the opposite side again, went in and turned on the light.

Knowing that there must be no hot water here, Ji Yao soaked it directly at home and brought it over.

Song Zeming's original quilt had already been kicked aside, and his body curled up, panting in pain. Silence.

Ji Yao got up again and went to the bathroom to get hot water, and found a towel to wipe him.

When Ji Yao fed the honey water, he drank it intermittently.

During this period, Song Zeming also opened his eyes and muttered Ji Yao's name.

After taking care of Song Zeming and drinking a glass of water, Ji Yao was also tired and sweating.

Looking at his tie and coat, Ji Yao still started, if he didn't take it off, it would definitely be uncomfortable.

It's been more than twelve o'clock in this toss.

Ji Yao yawned, covered him with the quilt again, and when he left, he left a small desk lamp in the bedroom.

It is convenient for Song Zeming who woke up at night.

The next day, Ji Yao got up early and boiled millet porridge, thinking that he wanted Song Zeming to drink a little, and it would definitely be more comfortable to drink some rice porridge in the morning.

I went downstairs again to buy breakfast, but I didn't see the door open on the other side for a long time.

Are you still asleep? Ji Yao was a little hesitant to go in and have a look.

As soon as he walked to Song Zeming's door, the door was opened from the inside.

As soon as Song Zeming opened the door, he saw Ji Yao standing outside the door, and both of them were stunned for a moment.

"Ah, that...... Mr. Song, are you awake......" Ji Yao said embarrassedly.

Song Zeming should have taken a shower after getting up early in the morning, and his hair was still half-dry.

"When my secretary sent me back last night, he ran into you?" Song Zeming got up early and saw that there was still some honey water left in the cup on the table, as well as a plate of decanting medicine.

"Well, it just happened."

"I bothered you last night." Song Zeming thanked him, his secretary was definitely not so careful, and the honey water and medicine should have been sent by Ji Yao.

"That Mr. Song, I boiled rice porridge, do you need to drink some?" Ji Yao spoke.

"Okay." Song Zeming nodded happily and responded.

He wanted to go downstairs to buy breakfast now, he was hungry, and he drank only for the evening, and he didn't eat any food.

Sitting at the dining table, Song Zeming found out that Ji Yao actually bought breakfast, and bought a lot.

At first glance, it is prepared...... However, when he thought of eating so much that day, Song Zeming felt as if he was full.

Ji Yao served a bowl to Song Zeming.

Song Zeming looked at the pickles on the table and asked, "Is this the one I bought in the supermarket a few days ago?" ”

"Well, it's marinated now and ready to eat."

Song Zeming sandwiched a piece, it tasted crunchy and tasted good.

"My mother is not very good at cooking, my dad is usually very busy, cooking is done by the aunt at home, my best cooking skills are Chengyi, after he went to college, he lived outside, he took care of himself, when he was a child, he liked to go next door, it was Xia Xia's house to eat, Aunt Wen Jing cooked very delicious." Song Zeming recalled with a smile.

"Auntie's cooking is okay, it's delicious." Ji Yao replied that after living in the Song family for a while, although Zhou Yun didn't cook often, she would occasionally do it herself.

"It was after Xia Xia and Chengyi were together last year, she learned it on a whim and Aunt Wenjing, every time she caught us back, she had to cook, and I still like to eat what Auntie made." Song Zeming didn't show any affection to his mother.

"I don't think I've eaten my mom's for a long time, and I don't remember when I last ate it." Ji Yao was born with a feeling and said self-deprecatingly.

"Your mother...... She ......, "Song Zeming has heard before that she lives with her grandparents.

"My dad was in a car accident, and my mom got married for the second time." Ji Yao smiled absently.

Ji Yao saw that Song Zeming didn't speak again, so he said again, "I know what you're thinking again, you must be thinking about why my mother abandoned the two children?" I used to think the same way, and I hated it for many years, but now I suddenly understand that it is not easy for my mother, and it is only right for her to go. ”

Song Zeming suddenly smiled and shook his head.