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In the department, Fang Huai, despite appearing difficult to approach, actually has the best personality.
He rarely shows displeasure to others. Cheng Yuan, who has worked with him for many years, was giving some advice to a few young people who were just starting out, while playing with the pen in his hand.
"Your teacher has never lost his temper with me." Cheng Yuan said with a little pride: "You are lucky to be under his hands. If you were under someone else's hands-"
Cheng Yuan didn't finish his words. He just hissed and shook his head, "You guys will be busy now."
Xu Hangran and the others felt a cold wind blowing behind them. They shrank their shoulders and slowly looked back, just in time to see another doctor, Dr. Zhao, from the department, passing by with his students.
Zhao Delang was tall and thin, with prominent cheekbones and a furrowed brow, making him look difficult to get along with. His eyes drooped, and he glared at the calm Cheng Yuan with a pair of sinister eyes. He then looked up and down at Fang Huai's three interns.
With a look of contempt that was not concealed, he snorted coldly and said to the students behind him, "Hurry up, you are here for internships, don't be like some people who do not do their jobs and just spend their days in the hospital."
Xu Hangran stood in the corner, her hands shaking with anger. Zhou Chao patted her hands comfortingly. Li Xiangdong, who had always been invisible, looked thoughtful. He quickly glanced at the tall, thin middle-aged man in front of him and quickly lowered his head.
Pa pa pa.
Cheng Yuan stretched his muscles, his neck making a cracking sound, and said nonchalantly, "Who are you talking about, Doctor Zhao?"
He deliberately moved closer to Zhao Delang, his tall body blocking his unfriendly gaze, his eyes full of provocation: "It seems that Doctor Zhao has something against me."
The atmosphere between the two was tense. A pair of slender hands stood between them. Only a clear and smooth voice dispelled the tension in the air. The tone was steady, "Go to the office and wait for me first."
Xu Hangran and the other three nodded obediently. Fang Huai turned to look at the two men who had lost all their arrogance. He put his hands in his pockets and took the pen back from Cheng Yuan's hand. He nodded slightly and said, "Doctor Zhao."
Zhao Delang glanced at Fang Huai, snorted coldly, turned around and glared at the students behind him, and scolded: "What are you standing here for? Has the course of disease been revised?"
The interns behind looked at each other, lowered their heads and walked away quickly.
Zhao Delang looked between Cheng Yuan and Fang Huai with disdain, then turned and left.
Fang Huai frowned but said nothing, while Cheng Yuan spat at this "senior" guy without caring about his image.
Cheng Yuan leaned halfway against Fang Huai and said bluntly, "What do you think the way he looked at us just now meant?"
Fang Huai deliberately took a few steps away. Cheng Yuan almost fell down without support. He gritted his teeth, put his arm around Fang Huai's shoulders, and said ambiguously, "He's looking at us two gay guys and thinks we're having an affair."
"Hiss, you still don't believe it, no! What does that expression mean?"
Fang Huai's disgusted look caused Cheng Yuan to angrily grab Fang Huai's face and say, "I'm the most popular male doctor in the department. Look at my figure and my face."
"Alright, alright, break time is almost over, let's go."
Fang Huai knew Cheng Yuan was joking, and said helplessly: "Yes, yes, you are the most handsome, let's go."
Cheng Yuan looked at Fang Huai with amusement and said half-jokingly, "Doctor Fang, you never seem to get angry in front of us."
"Why am I so calm in front of you?" Fang Huai asked as they walked.
Cheng Yuan put his hands behind his head, his eyes fixed on the edge of a black shirt that was exposed at the corner. He said, "Maybe it's because—you have a good temper?"
"Hmm?" Fang Huai frowned. The seemingly plausible answer clearly didn't convince him. Cheng Yuan smiled and said, "Perhaps you're just too reserved in front of us?"
"But in front of certain people, you seem much more lively." Cheng Yuan gestured to Fang Huai to look at the man standing at the end of the corridor, shrouded in shadows, holding a low-key bouquet of flowers. He winked at him with an expression that said, "I understand." "Let's chat. I'm leaving now."
"Cheng Yuan, Doctor Cheng!"
As soon as Fang Huai opened his mouth, Cheng Yuan ran away immediately, and his back looked very excited.
Fang Huai: ...
"I'm sorry." Kong Lingyu stopped Fang Huai and handed him the bouquet. Carefully observing Fang Huai's expression, he quickly added, "I will apologize to Ding Ling. The PR department has deleted the relevant posts and removed the trending searches."
"Um."
Fang Huai moved aside and didn't take the flowers from Kong Lingyu. He said, "Mr. Kong, you can go back now."
Kong Lingyu looked at the person in front of him with a distant attitude, as if he were an insignificant person. He would rather Fang Huai be angry than look at him with such coldness and indifference.
"Go back."
Fang Huai walked away, and the voice floated by quietly. Kong Lingyu held the bouquet tightly, with bitterness in his mouth.
"Teacher is serious this time." Zhou Chao looked at the bouquets and gifts in the trash can with regret. The packaging was exquisite and the flowers were not common in ordinary flower shops. It was obvious that they were expensive.
Li Xiangdong couldn't help rolling his eyes: his words were full of thorns: "If you don't like her, then you don't like her. You keep pestering her even though you know she has a partner. What's the difference between this and being a hooligan?" After saying that, he no longer looked at his two companions and continued to concentrate on writing the medical record.
Xu Hangran nodded in agreement, agreeing with Li Xiangdong's point. "Dr. Fang's predecessor was just as gentle and graceful, but Mr. Kong's personality is definitely not suitable for Teacher Fang. He's too aggressive."
Anyone with a discerning eye could see that Dr. Fang sought a peaceful and comfortable life, unassuming and unselfish, like a gentle stream. As for Kong Lingyu, although he restrained himself considerably in front of Fang Huai, his words and actions always revealed his true nature. He was aggressive, and the ambition in his eyes was unconcealable, like a volcano poised to erupt at any moment.
One is quiet, the other is active, one is warm, the other is fierce; they are indeed not a good match.
"Hello, Doctor Fang." The man with bandages on his hands walked quickly into the consultation room. He didn't look like a patient in need of treatment at all, but rather like a peacock with its tail spread out.
Fang Huai heard the familiar voice and looked up helplessly. How many times has this happened?
Before the middle of this month, this guy had come five times. Every time he came, his arms were covered in blood, but he always had a smiling face.
Kong Lingyu sat in front of Fang Huai with ease and answered whatever Fang Huai asked.
"Go get some medicine and let the nurse bandage you." Fang Huai temporarily helped Kong Lingyu stop the bleeding. After explaining the precautions, he planned to let the nurse take him out.
Kong Lingyu suddenly stood up, the pain in his arm making him groan, his lips turning pale. He looked at Fang Huai stubbornly: "You don't like flowers, can I give you something else next time?"
There was a pleading tone in his voice, "Don't ignore me."
Fang Huai didn't look up the whole time, but the hand holding the pen froze. Finally, he looked up to meet Kong Lingyu's gaze and said:
"Go pay the bill and get the medicine."
Kong Lingyu smiled dejectedly, but the smile on his face was uglier than crying.
He slowly stood up, picked up the list and walked out. When he reached the door, he suddenly heard Fang Huai calling him. A light instantly flashed in his eyes, but it disappeared again with Fang Huai's cold words.
"Kong Lingyu, it's not worth it to harm your body for an insignificant person." Fang Huai paused, "At least smart people wouldn't do that."
Kong Lingyu looked down at his arm and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. "I know." But you are not an insignificant person, and I am not a smart person.
At least Fang Huai is willing to talk to him now and will still be soft-hearted towards him. Kong Lingyu thinks he is not a smart person, nor a gentleman with high moral standards. He is a pickpocket who will do anything to get what he wants.
He wanted to steal Fang Huai's heart and keep it for himself.
When leaving the hospital, Kong Lingyu was still humming a song comfortably, and Tan Cheng drove the car tirelessly, acting as a driver.
"You're right." Kong Lingyu suddenly said, "My previous pursuits were too stupid."
Tan Cheng was in no mood to pay attention to him. To be honest, he had never thought Kong Lingyu would be so stupid when it came to relationships. He seemed to be in control, but in reality he was like a barbarian rushing around recklessly. It was also because of Fang Huai's good temper. If it were someone else, they would have called the police long ago.
Would you kindly distance yourself from this guy?
"Why do you like him so much?" Tan Cheng glanced at Kong Lingyu through the rearview mirror and asked curiously.
Kong Lingyu looked out the window, his thoughts drifting away, and murmured, "I don't know if this can be considered love at first sight?"
"Be careful or I'll call the police!" Tan Cheng immediately felt creepy. He knew that Kong Lingyu and Fang Huai first met in an orphanage, and Fang Huai was only 3 years old at that time.
Kong Lingyu kicked the chair from behind and scolded with a smile: "You know shit, I'm not a pervert."
The love at first sight that Kong Lingyu described happened on a rainy day. At that time, he had not yet met his teacher and He Jiangyun. He had just escaped from the orphanage with only two thoughts in his mind: to make money, to find Maimai, and to support Maimai. While in the orphanage, he told little Maimai, "I will support you when I make a lot of money."
As a child, Fang Huai had baby fat on his face and had no idea what money meant. He nodded blankly and asked, "How much is a lot of money?"
Kong Lingyu stretched out his hand and counted his fingers, saying innocently, "At least ten fingers, right?" His words made little Fang Huai giggle, and he agreed softly, "Okay, then buy me lots of delicious food."
Kong Lingyu wanted to make money. As he grew older, he had a concept of money and knew what ten fingers meant. That was money that an ordinary person would never be able to earn in several lifetimes. But he could, he definitely could!
Ideals are beautiful, but reality is harsh. He left the orphanage a few years ago because he was a minor and many manufacturers didn't want him.
It wasn't the kind of money he'd imagined. With nowhere else to turn, he ended up washing dishes in a small private restaurant. The room and board were provided, but the conditions were poor, requiring him to eat leftovers and sleep on the floor. He worked there for three months before being paid. The boss, however, was abusive and, taking advantage of his underage status, only paid him half his salary. Furious, Kong Lingyu beat up the boss, stole the money from him, and ran away with his own wages.
He was also unlucky. Before he could even warm his money, he was robbed by a group of hooligans and beaten up. Kong Lingyu was so upset that he almost jumped into the lake. He stood by the lake, looking at his reflection in the water. Just as he was about to jump in, he suddenly heard a childish voice of disgust: "Kong Lingyu, you are dirty."
Maimai's voice pulled him away from the lake. Kong Lingyu didn't want to die anymore. He had promised Maimai that he would definitely go find him, but he didn't want to die anymore.
He slept in the park or under the bridge. It was hot, but he wouldn't be freezing.
Later, he found that collecting bottles and junk was quite profitable, so he did it. When he encountered the thug who robbed him alone, Kong Lingyu beat him up with the weapons he had.
他还认识了一个不修边幅的老头，同样也是个收破烂的。老不死的趁着孔令羽打架，还想把孔令羽蛇皮袋拿走。孔令羽刚想揍他一顿，老家伙赶紧认输。说可以带孔令羽挣钱，孔令羽将信将疑地跟着他走了。
The old guy was called Wei Lai, who later became his teacher and also met the old bastard He Jiangyun.
The two old bastards caused him a lot of trouble, but Wei Lai did teach him a lot.
Kong Lingyu had imagined the scene of his reunion with Maimai countless times, but every time it happened on a sunny day.
But his plan was shattered again.
The next time he saw Fang Huai was on a rainy day filled with the smell of blood. He looked as miserable as a drowned dog.
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