Although he said stubbornly that he had discovered it, the family education he received since childhood told him that he was not shameless enough to ignore everything.
His tutor wouldn't allow it.
What's more, Zhou Mo doesn't like it.
Zhou Mo thanked him for his understanding, tilted her head and rubbed it against his chest. She raised her eyes and said with a smile, "I want to see your abdominal muscles."
Han Chen had no choice but to let her go and lay down directly, "Do it yourself."
Zhou Mo knelt beside him and carefully lifted up Han Chen's clothes. On the tight, honey-colored belly with undulating lines, the words "Zhou Mo" appeared in black.
She reached out and touched the two words. They were really tattooed and could not be erased.
"You've kept it for ten years. Have you ever thought of washing it off?" Zhou Mo was curious.
"I have thought about it," Han Chen said honestly. "After ten years, how could I not have regretted it and felt it wasn't worth it?"
"You're quite frank," Zhou Mo also appreciated Han Chen's frankness.
When they left Dongjiang, Han Chen had already lost hope in their relationship. They each returned to their respective cities and went their separate ways.
They both thought that this immature relationship would eventually become an insignificant experience in their lives.
They also tried their best to work hard for their lives after separation.
However, reality does not make it easy for them.
Both of them studied medicine, which is destined to be a long road. The undergraduate courses can be packed from Monday to Saturday, with eight classes a day. At the end of the semester, there are fourteen or fifteen courses waiting for exams, and sometimes there are more than twenty courses.
There is a saying that goes, if you choose a major by chance, every year will be like the college entrance examination.
Medicine is like a small college entrance examination every semester.
That’s not all. To start studying medicine and get a master’s degree, you must take the postgraduate entrance examination. It is difficult to find a job after graduating from a bachelor’s degree.
If you want to have a good future, improving your academic qualifications is an inevitable choice.
Therefore, there is a saying circulating in the graduate student circle: A wise man does not fall in love, and a widower goes all the way to a master's and doctoral degree.
Zhou Mo originally thought that luck played a big part in his meeting Han Chen again.
But when I think about their educational background... I suddenly feel that there are quite a few inevitable elements involved.
"Why did you want to remove the tattoo but didn't in the end?" Zhou Mo asked.
"It didn't affect anything, so I didn't wash it. Besides... wanting to wash it is one thing, but making up your mind to wash it is another," Han Chen said. "I think it won't be too late to wash it after I've truly let it go, or after it really affects my life."
Zhou Mo nodded, showing that he understood. "How did you suddenly come up with the idea? We see each other almost every day, and I don't even know when you wrote it."
"When I went to No. 9 Middle School to participate in the competition," Han Chen said, "I happened to pass by a tattoo shop on the way back from No. 9 Middle School."
"How old are you? Can the store give you a tattoo? You weren't wearing a school uniform at the time?"
"Yeah," Han Chen said, "That must be a shady shop. They didn't even ask my age."
Zhou Mo was nervous. "You are so brave. Aren't you afraid that they didn't disinfect you properly and you got infected?"
Han Chen: “I didn’t think about it at the time.”
"You really are..." Zhou Mo didn't know what to say. The text had already been published, and after so many years, Han Chen was still fine, which meant that everything was fine.
But she still reminded Han Chen, saying, "Do you know why my parents are particularly against premarital affairs?"
"I know," Han Chen said, "I don't support it either. Especially after coming into contact with so many syphilis patients."
Only then did Zhou Mo realize that orthopedics is also a high-risk department for exposure to syphilis and AIDS.
"You must be very careful in the future," Zhou Mo said. "When I was studying ophthalmology, a teacher said that he used to work in orthopedics. Once, while performing surgery on a patient with syphilis, he accidentally injured his hand and had a cut. Although no syphilis infection was found later, his family still didn't want him to continue working in orthopedics. Later, he switched to ophthalmology, not for anything else, but because it was clean."
Han Chen: "This should have happened a long time ago, right?"
Zhou Mo: "Yeah."
Han Chen: "Before, you could change your major if you were in a secondary discipline, but now you can't, unless you start a new graduate program."
Zhou Mo: "In the past, you could study clinical medicine as a graduate student in preventive medicine."
Han Chen: "That was a long time ago."
Zhou Mo: "Yes, if preventive medicine can be transferred to clinical practice, I will probably study clinical medicine as well."
Han Chen: "It's better not to come. I'm too tired."
Zhou Mo looked at Han Chen, lying on his back on the bed, his eyes about to close.
“I can see,” she asked, “I carry my thighs every day, and what I do is no different from heavy labor.”
Han Chen suddenly opened his eyes, "How did you know?"
Zhou Mo said: "I have a classmate who is a graduate student in orthopedics. He said that orthopedics is not very friendly to girls, mainly because girls are too weak to lift thighs. But once you enter orthopedics, regardless of gender, you have to lift thighs, even if you can't."
Han Chen raised his hand and gently stroked Zhou Mo's hair that fell behind her. He smiled and said, "You're right. I'm too tired."
He placed his other hand, palm turned over, over his eyes.
Zhou Mo then lay down beside him and took his hands off his eyes.
"Rest when you're tired."
"I can't bear to rest. It's rare for me to lie down with you." Han Chen opened his eyes and looked at her.
"Why should I be reluctant? I can't run away," Zhou Mo hugged Han Chen and said, "There's still a lot of time in the future."
Han Chen, who had never complained about his work, told her for the first time that he was "tired". Zhou Mo was very pleased, as it meant that Han Chen had begun to rely on her psychologically.
This is a good start.
"I've always envisioned a good marriage relationship based on frequent communication, mutual understanding, and mutual dependence," Zhou Mo said. "I'm especially happy that you told me you were tired today."
Han Chen smiled tiredly and rubbed her back. "I have something to tell you. The hospital is planning to hold a case presentation competition. Duan Feng and I both want to participate."
"Are you ready to have a frank fight with him?" Zhou Mo asked.
"Well," Han Chen said, "You're right. I should use all my strength and fight him with real weapons. I should respect my opponent."
"Are you confident?" Zhou Mo asked.
"Yes and no," Han Chen said, "No one can guarantee a 100% win. We can only guarantee that we will give our all."
Zhou Mo: "It doesn't matter, just try your best. It doesn't matter if you lose, you will always be the best in my heart."
"How come I never realized that you can be sweet-talking sometimes? Huh?" Han Chen turned over and gently kissed Zhou Mo's lips.
"If I wasn't sweet-talking, why would those uncles, aunts, and elders at home care about me so much?"
"That's right," Han Chen looked at her gently, "You are the best at pleasing others."
"Play well," Zhou Mo said, "When you win, I'll give you a gift, okay?"
"What gift?"
"Hmm... I haven't decided yet. You'll know when you win."
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