Chapter 19: Is it not allowed to bring mobile phones to the ICU?

"Not bad." Su Qingyan glanced at Jiang Xingyao and lay back on the bed, as if he was seeing someone off.

The long silence made the atmosphere awkward, but Lu Ze was not affected at all. He continued to use Su Qingyan's phone to study Zhou Cheng's circle of friends.

"The director said he has prepared some medicine for you. You will definitely get better."

"Yeah." Su Qingyan really didn't want to see Jiang Xingyao now. In essence, he was still very concerned about his reputation. After that night, he was very resistant to Jiang Xingyao's active contact.

After a moment of silence, Jiang Xingyao glanced at Lu Ze. Lu Ze lowered his head and ignored him. After much hesitation, Jiang Xingyao decided to tell Su Qingyan about the current situation.

"Someone replaced Wan Lin's cigarettes. He is now in the hospital and his condition is not optimistic."

Su Qingyan frowned when he heard Wan Lin's name, then rolled his eyes in his heart. Who would dare to exchange Wan Lin's cigarettes and deceive a child?

"Qing Yan, I'm also very uncomfortable with what happened, but this game was organized by the Jiang family, and we have a great responsibility. Big Brother has invited several experts in this field. When you recover, he will apologize to Director Su in person."

Su Qingyan snorted in his heart. Why should he apologize to Mr. Su? Shouldn’t he apologize to me?

"Dad! Doctor Zhou is calling!" Lu Ze suddenly shouted and rushed to Su Qingyan with his cell phone.

When Jiang Xingyao heard this terrible name, his eyes went dark and he stopped what he was about to say.

Zhou Cheng returned to the hospital to finish his unfinished work that morning. It was already noon when he finished. When he went to the duty room to change his clothes, he saw the skis neatly placed on the table by the cleaning lady. His mind instantly filled with Su Qingyan's sickly and pitiful appearance. For some reason, he accepted Su Qingyan's WeChat friend request. A short while later, Su Qingyan's message came, but before he could see her, the doctor on duty called him to have lunch together.

A while ago, Mr. Su's relentless barrage of criticism had instantly made Zhou Cheng a hot topic in the department. During dinner, he was asked who the foreigner was. He said it was Su Qingyan's friend. When asked why he was crying, Zhou Cheng fell silent. Seeing his reluctance to answer, everyone changed the subject.

After dinner, Zhou Cheng took his skis to the garage to get his car and prepare to go home. Then he remembered that Su Qingyan had just sent him a message.

-Are cell phones not allowed in the ICU?

After seeing these words, Zhou Cheng felt his heart beating wildly in his throat. He usually remained calm in the bloody situation in the operating room, but now he was so nervous that he felt like vomiting.

Su Qingyan's message was sent more than an hour ago. Zhou Cheng didn't know what changes might have occurred in his condition during this period, so he immediately sent a voice message back.

During the ten seconds of waiting for the voice call to connect, Zhou Cheng almost forgot to breathe. Only after hearing Su Qingyan's voice did he breathe a sigh of relief.

"Doctor Zhou" Su Qingyan sat up straight nervously.

"What's wrong with you?" Zhou Cheng asked as he started the car, his tone hard to tell whether it was anger or anxiety.

After Zhou Cheng's call was connected, Jiang Xingyao saw an expression on Su Qingyan's face that he had never seen before: cautious, timid, and nervous with a guilty conscience.

"I'm afraid that after tomorrow's checkup, I will really have to go to the ICU to have an artificial liver." Su Qingyan answered in a low voice.

Lu Ze pursed his lips and leaned back strategically. He had never seen Su Qingyan with such an expression and tone before.

Jiang Xingyao knew that staying any longer would only lead to boredom, so he turned and left.

"No, don't think too much and have a good rest." Zhou Cheng softened his heart when he heard Su Qingyan say this, and his tone softened.

"I don't know how long I'll have to stay in the hospital. I want to spend my birthday... Christmas with you."

Su Qingyan still didn't tell anyone about his birthday.

Zhou Cheng was stunned when he heard him say that.

"You've finished your night shift, are you home now?" Su Qingyan saw that he didn't say anything for a long time, so she changed the subject.

"We're almost home."

"Then go home and sleep. I won't disturb you anymore." Su Qingyan tried to save face.

"Okay, send me the re-examination results tomorrow." Zhou Cheng said and hung up the voice call.

"Doctor Zhou is both fierce and gentle to you." Lu Ze saw that Su Qingyan still sat upright without moving.

"Lu Ze, help me with something." Su Qingyan noticed that Lu Ze had started eating potato chips again, so he snatched them away and put them aside.

Apart from Su Qingyan, there was really no one who could make Lu Ze obey. Although Lu Ze also complained in his heart, he still accepted his fate and set off.

While Zhou Cheng was doing his morning rounds, he heard a WeChat notification chime. Normally, he ignored it, but today, he quickly pulled his phone from his lab coat pocket. He clicked on it and found it was an announcement from the hospital's doctor group. Feeling a pang of disappointment, he put the phone back in his pocket without even glancing at it. He'd just finished surgery at noon when he asked the nurse for his phone back. Anxiously, he opened WeChat, but still didn't see the message he was looking for. Zhou Cheng sat in a chair in the operating room, hesitating for a long time before sending the message.

"Teacher Zhou, it's time for dinner." Zhou Cheng's students went to call him, somewhat puzzled as to what was wrong with Dr. Zhou today, as they had never seen him in a daze before.

Zhou Cheng responded and followed the student out.

I was so absent-minded while eating that I ate all the coriander that I usually wouldn't touch.

After finishing his meal, Zhou Cheng returned to the office and looked at the time. It was exactly 2 o'clock in the afternoon. He finally sent the message.

- Are the test results out?

After waiting for a while without receiving a reply, he nervously stood up and walked to the window, wondering whether he should go over after get off work to see what was going on.

For the first time, Zhou Cheng felt that work was so difficult. He always made mistakes while writing and deleting medical records. He couldn't remember the results after reading the test reports several times. Finally, he simply closed the workstation and went to the duty room to light a cigarette. After the nicotine circulated in his lungs and was exhaled, Zhou Cheng realized in despair that he seemed to have been firmly hooked by this kid.

Zhou Cheng adjusted his mindset and returned to the office. As soon as he sat down, four WeChat notifications rang out in quick succession. He pulled out his phone. It was a message from Su Qingyan: three test results and a text message.

- Did you send me the previous one?

Zhou Cheng clicked on the picture and looked at it carefully.

-The doctor didn't say anything. Is it getting worse? Lu Ze looks like he's dying again.

-My mother is back today too.

-My dad asked a few more professors to come and see it.

-I'm a little nervous.

When Zhou Cheng saw Su Qingyan's news one after another, he also felt his anxious mood.

-The test results show no improvement, but there is no progress either. This disease heals slowly, so don't be impatient.

-I feel even more anxious when they are here, and it feels like no one is telling me the truth.

-Rest more and don't think about anything else.

Zhou Cheng saw that his words meant to let him go, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise.

"Zhou Cheng, what's wrong with you today? You're not working and just smiling at your phone. Are you in love?"

Yang Luning turned sideways and stared at him for a long time, and finally couldn't help but ask.

"Yes, and I'm going to skip work now. Please keep an eye on it for a while. Bye." Zhou Cheng said, turned off the computer and left.

Yang Luning looked at him in amazement. They had been colleagues for four years and Zhou Cheng had always worked overtime and had never been late or left early. Who on earth had made him become like this?