Chapter 9 Ex-Boyfriend

Chu Yunqi, who was standing by, straightened up abruptly upon hearing his promise and questioned, "You have time when she comes back, but not when I come back. Are you doing this on purpose?"

"Zhang Fang didn't explain it clearly, so how would I know it was you who returned? Also, be more restrained in the future and don't go to other departments to cause trouble." Zhou Jingzhan stood up and prepared to go to the operating room.

Luo Zixi was reluctant to leave: "Please take me to the surgery. You have already eaten my loving lunch."

Zhou Jingzhan turned around and said, "Please ask Wang Yu to take you to familiarize yourself with the ward and the patients this afternoon. We'll discuss the surgery later. Don't bring me lunch from now on. It's quite troublesome to order food from the restaurant."

"I..." Luo Zixi was in a state of distress. She had really tried hard to learn how to cook yesterday, but unfortunately the result was not satisfactory.

Luo Zixi stamped his feet in anger and complained to Chu Yunqi, "He did it on purpose. He took the two interns who came earlier to the surgery and outpatient clinic, and Ren Jieling went with them, but he didn't take me. He was targeting me."

Chu Yunqi ignored the words and nodded perfunctorily, agreeing, "Yes, yes, yes. Now that things have come to this, you should follow Doctor Wang to the ward. Don't wait until he makes a surprise inspection and be completely confused."

Luo Zixi sighed, "The worst decision I ever made was studying medicine. I had exams all day long, both at school and in the hospital."

Chu Yunqi gloated on the side.

Zhou Jingzhan rarely gets off work on time, and is forced to appear in the restaurant with Chu Yunqi after much persuasion.

Luo Ziyang invited friends who were of similar age to Luo Zixi and were familiar with him. Everyone knew each other, talked endlessly, and drank one glass of wine after another.

It was common knowledge that Chu Yunqi had a low alcohol tolerance, so the group was not harsh on him. They did not ask him to drink too much, and some even advised him not to drink.

Fortunately, Chu Yunqi didn't force himself and just drank a few sips occasionally.

Knowing Chu Yunqi's drinking capacity, Zhou Jingzhan reminded him when he saw that his glass was almost empty: "Stop drinking, you still have to go to work tomorrow."

After two seconds of silence, Chu Yunqi slowly spoke: "I know, I won't get drunk. If you don't believe me, I'll drink again and show you."

"Alright, alright." Zhou Jingzhan snatched the wine glass from his hand: "Don't drink anymore, you're already drunk. Just sit still."

Although he couldn't hold his liquor well, he was a good drinker. After getting drunk, Chu Yunqi didn't make a big noise but sat quietly on the chair.

After three rounds of drinks, it was already midnight.

Zhou Jingzhan carried Chu Yunqi into the car and took him home. On the way, he received a call saying that the patient with advanced lung cancer was undergoing emergency treatment. Helplessly, Zhou Jingzhan had to take Chu Yunqi back to the hospital.

When they arrived at the hospital, Chu Yunqi had already fallen asleep. Zhou Jingzhan held him in his arms and, for his sake, considerately covered his face.

Ji Hong is on night shift today, and the other doctors have gone to treat patients. Zhou Jingzhan left Chu Yunqi to him and went to see the lung cancer patients himself.

When Zhou Jingzhan arrived, there were five or six doctors and nurses working on the rescue. Dong Shicheng, the attending physician standing nearby, greeted him, "Director Zhou."

Zhou Jingzhan looked at the monitor and sighed inwardly: "How long has it been?"

"More than forty minutes."

Faced with the death of his old patient, Zhou Jingzhan remained indifferent: "Announce the time of death, and I will notify the family."

As soon as he walked out of the ward, the old man's son came up to him and asked, "How is my dad, doctor?"

Zhou Jingzhan was like an emotionless machine: "Rescue efforts were ineffective, he died."

Liu Zhi was shocked at first, then grief-stricken, and finally regretful. He squatted on the ground, holding his head. "I always told him to smoke less, but he didn't listen. He didn't tell me when he was diagnosed with lung cancer. I discovered it myself. Why didn't I persuade him a little more? If I had persuaded him a little more, maybe he would have accepted treatment. It wouldn't have come to this, it wouldn't have come to this..."

"Everyone has his own way of living. This is your father's own choice. Don't feel pressured. Go back and prepare for his funeral. I am in mourning." Zhou Jingzhan comforted him with a few words and then left.

Small cell lung cancer, because the old man didn't want to undergo radiotherapy, he kept delaying it. In half a year, Zhou Jingzhan watched him develop from the early stage to the late stage, and the strong man became skinny, and died in the blink of an eye.

Zhou Jingzhan couldn't help but sigh that things in the world are impermanent.

In the office, Ji Hong was supporting Chu Yunqi, so that he wouldn't fall down if he didn't sit properly. "How's your patient? Has he been saved?"

"No." Zhou Jingzhan took Chu Yunqi from Ji Hong's hand and asked, "Is there any single room available?"

Ji Hong nodded: "Yes, that patient has just been discharged from the hospital and there is no one living there yet."

Zhou Jingzhan carried Chu Yunqi over.

Looking at the backs of the two people leaving, Ji Hong began to fantasize and felt that these two people must be extraordinary. It was too abnormal for Zhou Jingzhan, who was such a clean person, to hug Chu Yunqi.

When Chu Yunqi woke up, Zhou Jingzhan had already gone to check on the wards, and there was no one around.

Before he could come to his senses, the door of the ward was pushed open. It was Ji Hong, holding something in his hand.

Seeing Chu Yunqi wake up, Ji Hong put breakfast on the table: "Professor Chu, it's just right that you're awake. I bought breakfast, come and eat it."

"Thank you. How did you know?" Chu Yunqi did not remember Ji Hong's existence in his memory of last night.

"Oh, Director Zhou told me about it and asked me to buy you a set of clothes."

Chu Yunqi didn't want to know what the clothes looked like, because he felt that there were only a handful of people who could share his aesthetic taste, and Ji Hong was probably not one of them.

The two of them laid out their breakfast spread, everything you could imagine: steamed dumplings, fried dough sticks, soy milk, wontons. It was good, but everyone was disappointed.

It’s not that Chu Yunqi doesn’t want to eat these, but he has some other requirements for them. However, Ji Hong bought them with good intentions, so he can’t be ungrateful: “You haven’t eaten yet, let’s eat together.”

Ji Hong waved his hands repeatedly, "No, no, I've already eaten. Director Zhou instructed me to use vinegar for the dumplings, sugar for the fried dough sticks, pure soybeans for the soy milk, and no green onions or cilantro for the wontons."

Chu Yunqi suddenly felt a little embarrassed when he heard Ji Hong reporting everything one by one. He had never felt so troublesome before. He was really shocked when he heard it. It was a pity for Zhou Jingzhan.

Ji Hong felt something was amiss when Zhou Jingzhan called him and told him so many things. How could ordinary friends be like this? How could he not have such a considerate ordinary friend?

Ji Hong couldn't hold it in any longer and said tentatively, "Professor Chu, you and Director Zhou seem to have a very good relationship."

Chu Yunqi smiled, looked at him sincerely and said, "He is my ex-boyfriend."

Ex-boyfriend?! Ji Hong was surprised, but quickly accepted the fact and got to the point: "Then why did you break up?"

Speaking of this, Chu Yunqi's eyes darkened: "It's just some trivial family matters. We've been apart for a few years. Don't tell anyone else about this."

Ji Hong nodded in agreement, turned and left.