The neurosurgeon's office is a hallway with six desks in total.
Shen Nanqing came to see Ji Ling, so he recognized it as her desk at a glance.
"Hello, I'm here to see Doctor Ji." Shen Nanqing quickly concealed the doubts in his eyes and raised his hand, "Excuse me, where is she going? I'm here to return her things."
"She's going to check on the ward, just put it on the table, and I'll talk to her when she comes back." Fu Yuanliang responded gently, lowered his head and closed the drawer that was not closed. This looked extremely natural, and I don't know if he thought it was his desk.
Shen Nanqing glanced at him, stepped forward and put the razor on the table, and said politely: "I'll leave the things here, please tell me, thank you."
Fu Yuanliang raised his eyes and when he saw the razor, he froze instantly, his expression became subtle, and there was unspeakable bitterness and loss in his eyes.
Shen Nanqing obviously felt that he had lost his composure, and his eyes fell on the razor. It was just a very ordinary razor, why did he react so strongly?
Shen Nanqing didn't understand, but he didn't ask too much, so he quietly returned to the office and gently closed the door.
She did not go back to the ward directly, but went to the hospital cafeteria for a walk, wanting to ask the kitchen if she could borrow some to make a blood-dispersing and hemostatic soup for Song Huaiwen.
The management of Yangcheng Hospital is very strict. Shen Nanqing got the result that it was not acceptable. The other party said that once a precedent was set, everyone behind would borrow the words, which would be a mess.
In this regard, Shen Nanqing expressed his understanding and could only find another way.
Back in front of Ward 208, Shen Nanqing knocked on the door gently and asked, "Song Huaiwen, how are you?"
There was no response from the room for a long time.
Shen Nanqing's heart suddenly tightened, and all kinds of bad thoughts instantly emerged in her mind. She quickly reached out to turn the door handle and found that the door was not locked. She hurriedly pushed the door open and quickly scanned the situation in the room.
There was no trace of Song Huaiwen on the bed or in the bathroom.
Shen Nanqing bit her lip to calm herself down, only to find that the washbasin and the clothes for changing were gone. She let out a sigh of relief and walked towards the public laundry.
The laundry pool was very lively. A group of female family members were standing in a row beside the faucets, washing clothes and chattering non-stop. Song Huaiwen's tall and straight figure mixed in with them, looking particularly abrupt.
People around him would occasionally glance at him secretly and whisper, "How can a patient like him wash his own clothes? It's strange."
"You haven't found a date yet?" An aunt stretched her neck to look at Song Huaiwen, and smiled at the young girl next to her, "This guy looks good, do you want me to introduce you to someone?"
Song Huaiwen was concentrating on washing clothes with his head buried, ignoring the discussions around him, as if he didn't hear them.
Shen Nanqing watched quietly for a while, and seeing how serious he was about washing clothes, he felt angry and amused. He walked up quickly and said helplessly, "Didn't I tell you to put the clothes there and let me wash them?"
Song Huaiwen raised his head and saw Shen Nanqing coming. The coldness on his face just now disappeared, and he smiled gently, "I thought that since I have nothing to do anyway, I might as well wash the dirty clothes."
When the people around saw Shen Nanqing, they all cast curious glances at him. Shen Nanqing's cheeks heated up slightly, and he stepped forward to take the clothes from his hands, "Your body is not well yet, let me wash it!"
"No." Song Huaiwen dodged Shen Nanqing's hand and wrung out the water from the clothes. "I'm almost done washing, so don't get your hands dirty."
"Girl, this guy is your match!" Seeing this, the auntie who had just said she wanted to introduce Song Huaiwen to someone else laughed and joked, "It's rare to find such a diligent and caring guy, so you must cherish him!"
As soon as the auntie finished speaking, someone started to make a noise, "Yes, hurry up and get the certificate and take it home."
You talk, I talk, it's noisy, Shen Nanqing's face turned red when he was talked about, but this feeling is good.
Most of the people washing clothes here are family members of patients. Seeing how simple and friendly they are, Shen Nanqing sincerely hopes that everyone is well.
After washing and hanging the clothes, the two returned to the ward together.
Shen Nanqing recalled the scene in the doctor's office and asked curiously, "You have known Ji Ling for so long, do you know Dr. Fu from the neurosurgery department?"
"Fu Yuanliang!" Song Huaiwen was a little surprised.
Ana Shen: "I don't know his name, I just heard others call him Doctor Fu."
"Why are you asking about him?" Song Huaiwen raised his eyebrows slightly, took out a banana from the fruit that Xiao Huang bought yesterday, peeled it and handed it to Shen Nanqing.
Shen Nanqing lowered her eyes and looked at him. She wondered if she and Song Huaiwen had mistaken their identities. He washed the clothes and peeled the bananas, as if he was taking care of her.
Shen Nanqing took the banana and took a bite. "I just went to return the razor that Ji Ling borrowed. She was not there. Doctor Fu seemed to be stuffing something into her drawer, and he seemed to be very touched by the razor. He felt very...sad."
right! It's just sadness.
“It’s very strange anyway.” Ana Shen concluded.
When Song Huai heard this, his eyes dimmed instantly, his thoughts drifted away, and in a moment, his Adam's apple rolled, his lips trembled slightly, as if there were thousands of words stuck in his chest.
In the end, all I could do was sigh.
Shen Nanqing was eating with his head down just now, and did not notice Song Huaiwen's mood change. When he heard the sigh, he looked up and asked consciously: "What's wrong?"
Song Huaiwen shook his head. "Fu Yuanliang is a kind and persistent person."
He added silently in his heart, his persistence makes people feel sorry.
Shen Nanqing stared at Song Huaiwen with strange eyes, kind and persistent. It always felt like there was something else behind this evaluation, and Song Huaiwen seemed to know the story, but didn't want to tell him.
The next time I saw Ji Ling, she came to give Song Huaiwen a routine check-up.
Ji Ling smiled and said, "Your dizziness and nausea have eased. Do a blood test and X-ray tomorrow. If everything is fine, you can be discharged from the hospital."
Shen Nanqing was very happy to hear the news, "Ji Ling, do you know where I can borrow a kitchen? I want to make some soup for him. He seems to have lost a lot of weight."
After hearing this, Ji Ling looked at Song Huaiwen in a daze. This sounded so familiar, she seemed to have said it before.
"Ji Ling, are you okay?" Shen Nanqing followed her line of sight and glanced at Song Huaiwen, frowned slightly, and patted Ji Ling on the shoulder.
Ji Ling smiled apologetically, "Sorry, I was lost in thought just now. The house I rent is near the hospital. If you don't mind, you can come to my house. I'm taking a rest today."
"Okay, I'll come find you then." Shen Nanqing smiled, then turned around and picked up the apple from the cabinet and stuffed it into her hand to express his gratitude.
Shen Nanqing didn't know much about tonic soup, so he prepared to cook some angelica, red dates and egg soup. Angelica can nourish blood and promote blood circulation, and it can be bought in the hospital pharmacy. Brown sugar can promote blood circulation and remove blood stasis. It's ready-made, so I think it's suitable for Song Huaiwen.
It's just that women usually drink more of this soup, and I don't know if Song Huaiwen would mind.
When Shen Nanqing went to the pharmacy to get angelica, Yi Huiyue suddenly appeared, looking at Shen Nanqing, hesitant to speak.
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