Zhang Junlan's eyes were complicated, and he choked up and said with difficulty, "I thank you for him."

Du Moyou knows her situation very well as a roommate.

Zhang Junlan is an orphan, and most of her college tuition and living expenses are earned by her part-time job, and she has no savings.

She couldn't come up with so much money for a while.

"I'm helping you, not him," Du Moyou said earnestly: "Don't take care of anything by yourself, and me." ”

Zhang Junlan nodded, and when he lowered his head, tears flowed uncontrollably.

Du Moyou hugged her in his arms, Zhang Junlan leaned on her shoulder, his emotions were completely relaxed, and tears flowed like springs.

She sobbed and choked, and intermittently told Du Moyou about the bitterness in her heart.

"Every moment when I meet him," Zhang Junlan couldn't cry, "I ...... I especially want to...... I especially want to get rid of ...... Him, but I can't. ”

"It's okay, it's okay," Du Moyou patted Zhang Junlan's back, "Everything will be fine." ”

Zhang Junlan shook her head in despair, seeing that her emotions were about to be uncontrollable.

"Take her to the duty room," Wen Lu suggested.

The two took Zhang Junlan to the duty room and gradually calmed Zhang Junlan's emotions, although she intermittently confided in some of her thoughts, but she did not fully explain it clearly.

intermittently, the preface did not match the afterword, and the two did not understand what the connection between Zhang Junlan and Zong Zheng was.

She cried until she was deprived of oxygen, gradually tired and paralyzed, and then fell asleep peacefully.

Zhang Junlan, who has short hair and sunshine, is very cheerful in Du Moyou's impression for a while, and he will never collapse because of difficulties.

She cried bitterly, not because of the entanglement with Zongzheng and the inability to get rid of it, but the fear in her heart, not because she was afraid of Zongzheng, but because she was afraid that Zongzheng would leave.

She was so scared that she didn't even have the courage to look at him, and the fear made her strength collapse in an instant.

Du Moyou thought that in Zhang Junlan's heart, he must have different feelings for Zongzheng.

This emotion made her ashamed to speak, but it also exposed her worries.

Zongzheng burned for three days, and during these three days, Zhang Junlan stayed by his side almost every inch.

Du Moyou always goes to the ward to see the situation whenever he is free.

On the fourth morning, Du Moyou got off the night shift, and Du Moyou came to the ward to visit before going home to rest.

In the ward, Zhang Junlan was serving porridge, and after putting down the porridge bowl, Zhang Junlan gently shook the hospital bed.

On the pillow, Zongzheng's face was pale, his lips were bloodless, and his whole person was prostrated and weak, spread out like mud.

Zhang Junlan picked up the porridge bowl, asked for a spoonful of blowing, and handed it to Zong Zheng's lips.

His eyes were dilated, he didn't have any focus, maybe because of the pain all over his body, he had not yet recovered from a serious illness, and the whole person seemed to have no soul.

"Open your mouth," Zhang Junlan ordered unceremoniously, not at all gentle.

Zong Zheng opened his mouth and reluctantly swallowed a spoonful, Zhang Junlan handed over the second spoonful, and Zong Zheng still swallowed it indifferently.

"I really poured eight lifetimes of blood mold to know you, when I was in the orphanage, I shouldn't have accepted your half of the sugar cake," Zhang Junlan put down the spoon angrily, and took out a tissue to help Zong Zheng wipe off the remaining porridge from his mouth.

"I don't know you," the hoarse voice carried a cold detachment, and Zong Zheng turned his head to ignore Zhang Junlan.

"Now that you don't know me, why did you go earlier?" Zhang Junlan threw down the porridge bowl, and the porridge bowl fell heavily on the bedside table, making a crisp impact sound, with great force, and the porridge bowl was almost overturned.

"I didn't ask you to take care of me, and I also said that everything about me has nothing to do with you," Zong Zheng said coldly.

"Zongzheng!" Zhang Junlan was stimulated by his words, brushed it and stood up, his hands clenched into fists, and he did not have a seizure.

"I didn't let you endure it, I couldn't stand it and get out as soon as possible," Zong Zheng's body was paralyzed, but his language was very sharp, and his eyes were fake, but he was angry because of the dispute with Zhang Junlan.

"Okay, I'll get out," Zhang Junlan picked up the backpack on the cabinet and threw it on his shoulder, "From now on, I will care about you shamelessly, and I won't call Zhang Junlan." ”

After speaking, Zhang Junlan strode out of the ward angrily, "Kuang Tang-" There was a loud bang, and the door of the ward was slammed shut.

"If you dare to appear in front of me again, Lao Tzu will kill you!" Zong Zheng scolded, shook his hand and pushed all the things on the bedside table down, regardless of the incomparably severe pain caused by the wound on his arm.

Cups, bowls, kettles, breakfast, and fruit are scattered all over the place.

When Du Moyou pushed the door in, a red round apple rolled at her feet.

She bent down to pick it up, took out a tissue and wiped it carefully, put it back on the bedside table, and turned to clean up the mess.

"Get out!"

Zong Zheng was angry, his attitude was very bad, he saw something on the bedside table, his arm swept over, and the apple was launched like *, and the route was impartial and happened to hit the head of Du Moyou, who was squatting on the ground to pick up something.

"Shhh

Zong Zheng didn't expect that he didn't control his temper and hurt the innocent for a while, although his face was still embarrassed, but he felt some guilt in his heart.

Du Moyou rubbed his face, picked up the bag on the side, and packed the fruits all over the ground, including the apple that was swept down by Zong Zheng just now.

Cups, bowls and kettles were already in pieces, thick porridge was splashed all over the floor, Wen Lu called a cleaning aunt specializing in logistics, and the two cleaned up the ward together.

Seeing this situation for the first time, Aunt Cleaning glared at Zong Zheng on the bed, "It's so bad, Nong has a temper, and he has to ask us to collect it." Nong is looking at our Dr. Du is beautiful, good-natured, good-natured, and easy to bully, right? ”

Zong Zheng didn't answer, turned his head to the other side.

"Look, look, what kind of attitude does he have?" Aunt Cleaning was half angry because Zong Zheng did not admit his guilt, "Doctor Du, what are you doing with this kind of person in the hospital?" also paid for his hospitalization, and he fought and fought for half his life, you were busy saving him, he didn't even give him a good face, if you want me to say, this kind of person should be driven out. ”

"Auntie, look, this is also cleaned up, there are still many places waiting for you to clean outside, you go get busy first, I'm really troublesome for you today," Du Moyou took Auntie's hand and sent Auntie out of the ward.

"No trouble, no trouble," the aunt responded enthusiastically, "I still have some things over there, go over first, you must be careful!" ”

"It's okay Auntie, no matter how bad his temper is, he is still a patient, and besides, the hospital is for patients, I can't ignore him," Du Moyou explained, hoping that Auntie would be more tolerant.

"Doctor Du, or they will say that you have a good heart, hey, you are really unlucky to meet this kind of patient."

Du Moyou didn't say anything more, a simple smile was a response, and he sent his aunt away and turned around and walked into the ward.

Jong Zheng leaned on the pillow and closed his eyes.

Du Moyou stepped forward and gently shook the bed down.

The first time the bed moved, Zong Zhengshu opened his eyes.

A pair of black eyes met her infinitely gentle watery eyes.

She was startled, then reacted and continued to shake the bed down, "It's more comfortable to lie down and sleep." ”

Zong Zheng withdrew his gaze and ignored her.

"Want something to eat? The porridge was all spilled just now, and you didn't eat much, are you hungry? Du Moyou pulled the stool next to the bed and sat down.

Seeing that he still didn't want to talk to her, Du Moyou said helplessly: "You have to let me take a look at your injuries, I must confirm whether your infection has worsened." ”

He stubbornly turned his head, and a "cooing" sound came from his abdomen betraying his stubbornness.

The voice did not escape her ears, and she leaned forward to see that half of his face was already red.

This man can be shy?

She went to the hospital cafeteria to make a new breakfast and came back, but she was not as considerate as Zhang Junlan, and fed him porridge herself.

After all, the relationship between them is only a doctor-patient relationship, and the most she can do is to help him pay for his medical expenses and buy breakfast.

No matter how stubborn your temper is, you can't compare to the most basic human need - to eat.

She only opened the bag of breakfast with a wide mouth, allowing the fragrance of breakfast to overflow, seducing people's sense of smell and touching people's taste buds.

Zong Zheng was in a coma for more than three days, and he was already hungry, so he naturally couldn't resist this temptation, so he obediently turned over and took the breakfast that Du Moyou handed him.

"Eat, I'll see how your wounds heal after eating," Du Moyou sat on the side and watched Zong Zheng eat breakfast.

He eats very wildly, swallowing the bun in two bites, drinking the porridge in one go, and eating the breakfast for two by himself, but he is still not satisfied after wiping his mouth.

Du Moyou sighed, turned around and went to peel another apple, staring at him after eating it before starting to check his infection.

He didn't say a word, like a child who was still angry.

She couldn't hold back her laughter, and her gentle and tranquil smile seemed to melt the Antarctic iceberg in an instant. Some people describe a woman's smile as bright as a spring flower, and Zong Zheng, who has no romantic factor, saw her smile and deeply understood the meaning of this description.

From the anger at the beginning, to the apology but refusal to give in, it was obvious that her anger hurt the innocent her, but she still maintained that gentleness and indifference, taking into account his stomach before he was hungry, and taking into account the infection of his wounds.

He felt his heart be pounded hard by something called tenderness.

It made him dizzy, and his anger was bursting, but he was instantly silenced and calmed down by her gentle water.

The deepest impression she left on him was her gentleness.

This kind of gentleness is not experienced in his world, and no one will have.

This kind of gentleness has a tranquil nature that does not eat the fireworks of the world, and in his world, except for arrogance and domineering, there is no such gentleness at all.

The cold touch penetrated through his skin and all his nerves, and seeing her holding a cotton swab, carefully treating his wound little by little, he suddenly felt a piece of his atrium melt.

"The wound has begun to grow granulations, indicating that the infection has been controlled and the wound has begun to heal," Du Moyou was a little excited, "The identification results have also come out, it is not Pseudomonas aeruginosa." Broad-spectrum antibiotics can be controlled, so it doesn't cost a lot. ”

While she was treating him, she even took into account the medical expenses.