He was moved
Blood and childhood are what Fang Huai least wants to see or recall.
He is not good at coping, and his only solution is to escape, escape, and escape.
As an adult, he was like a calm lake, with no ripples on it caused by the wind. He went to work and came home from get off work as usual, and responded to the concerns of his "family" from time to time. He thought he would continue to grow old in this orderly manner.
But the appearance of Kong Lingyu stirred up ripples on the lake, and he suddenly became unsure whether it was an illusion or a fact.
He was the only one left in the originally crowded ward. He slowly raised his hand and stared at his bloody palm in a daze.
It was stained with sticky, crimson blood, and Fang Huai couldn't tell whether it was his or Kong Lingyu's. He thought of Kong Lingyu's lips, which were also the same color.
The palpitations at that moment made him scared. Fang Huai put his hand on his heart and slowly closed his eyes.
He shamefully discovered that his heart was moved at that moment.
The medical dispute that day was quite serious and had a very bad impact. All departments of the hospital were criticized and punished. At the same time, the director also emphasized that security protection must be strengthened and this kind of thing must never happen again!
Ding Ling was comforted by a professional psychologist, Ding Donghai was taken away by the police, and after Fang Huai finished taking his statement, the director approved his leave and allowed him to go home to recuperate.
"I made you some soup."
Fang Huai walked into the ward. Kong Lingyu was sitting on the bed. Assistant Feng was standing beside the bed with a computer in his hand. When he saw Fang Huai coming, he nodded and greeted him, turned off the computer, picked up his briefcase, and walked straight out of the ward.
The movements were done in one go, without any unnecessary glances or movements.
Fang Huai inexplicably felt that Kong Lingyu was well-behaved. He shook his head and walked in to pour out the soup. "Try it."
Kong Lingyu took the soup and looked at Fang Huai's fingertips with heartache, "Maimai, your hand is injured. There is no need to make soup specially for me. I will..."
Fang Huai was not used to the sudden concern. He put his previously scratched hand back into his sleeve, shook his head and said, "It's not serious, just a few scratches."
"I'll wear gloves the whole time, so it won't affect you." Fang Huai pursed his lips unnaturally, and the corners of his naturally upturned smiling lips turned down slightly, "You drink it."
Kong Lingyu didn't believe it. He stubbornly pulled Fang Huai's hand over to check it carefully. He was relieved only after he was sure that Fang Huai's hand was really healed.
Under Fang Huai's urging gaze, he took a sip flattered.
"Kong Lingyu." Fang Huai called his name softly.
Kong Lingyu swallowed the soup and looked at Fang Huai with a smile. He didn't look like a stabbed patient at all. "What's wrong? Mai Mai."
The ending tone was lingering, and the two simple words circled around his tongue again and again, with countless ambiguities.
The slow-witted Fang Huai didn't realize anything was wrong. He touched his ear awkwardly and asked stutteringly, "How does it taste...how does it taste?"
Kong Lingyu smiled knowingly, realizing what was going on. He said sincerely, "It's delicious! It's the best soup I've ever had in my life."
Fang Huai doesn't cook much, and even when he does, he always chooses the simplest method. This time, he made the soup following an online tutorial. The soup was clear, and he patiently skimmed off the oil on it. He also added some Chinese medicine that helps wound healing. He was a little unconfident for a moment.
But seeing that Kong Lingyu was drinking happily, his brows relaxed and he revealed a faint smile.
"As long as it tastes good."
"I thought Mai Mai would say..." Kong Lingyu looked disappointed and said in Fang Huai's tone, "Kong Lingyu, can you learn to make it for me in the future?"
Fang Huai poured another bowl of soup for Kong Lingyu, his eyes fell on Kong Lingyu's lips, and he thought to himself: It's not red anymore.
"What are you looking at?"
Kong Lingyu suddenly approached, and Fang Huai quickly handed him the soup: "Drink some more."
Her ears and neck flushed rapidly, but she pretended to be calm: "I didn't see anything."
"If you need anything, you can tell me at any time." Fang Huai sat far away, like a delicate locust flower.
The sunlight outside was shining brightly, pouring in through the window, casting a soft halo on Fang Huai's soft black hair. Her thin lips were slightly pursed, her facial features were delicate but not overly ostentatious, and her temperament was cool and clear.
The brown pupils and slightly blunt corners of the eyes add a touch of gentleness and harmlessness, which just neutralizes the coldness. When looking at someone seriously, the other person will be indulged in the gentleness in the eyes.
Kong Lingyu held the soup of suitable temperature in his hand and looked at Fang Huai without blinking.
His heart was very calm at this moment. Kong Lingyu grabbed the white porcelain bowl with his hands, lowered his head in embarrassment, his Adam's apple rolled up and down several times, and he laughed softly.
He had imagined this scene thousands of times in his mind, his Mai Mai sitting quietly beside him, her eyes full of him.
"Would you like some water?"
Fang Huai stood up, poured a cup of hot water, and handed it to Kong Lingyu with a puzzled look on his face.
Kong Lingyu raised his head, his eyes raised with joy, "I'm very happy."
"Give me the soup, I'll have a drink first." Fang Huai took the white porcelain bowl from Kong Lingyu and handed the glass to Kong Lingyu.
"Mr. Kong, you're living a good life."
Tan Cheng, who couldn't find a single fault in him, walked in. Fang Huai also smelled a strong smell of disinfectant.
"Am I coming at the wrong time?" Tan Cheng glanced at the two of them ambiguously. Seeing that they were still in the posture of handing the water over, when Tan Cheng came forward, Fang Huai quickly handed the cup of water to Kong Lingyu.
"You guys chat, I'll go out for a while."
Fang Huai put the soup away, pursed his lips hesitantly before leaving, and said, "Kong Lingyu, be careful of your injuries."
"I will." Kong Lingyu agreed repeatedly. After the people left, he stretched his neck to look outside, looking worthless.
"Hey, everyone has gone far away, don't look at it anymore."
Tan Cheng sat beside the bed, looked around the senior ward, and sighed: "It seems that you are living a very comfortable life."
A cold light flashed in Kong Lingyu's eyes. He gently placed the cup of water on the cabinet beside the bed. He drank all the water in it, covered his head with the quilt, and turned his back to Tan Cheng.
The voice was cold, "Get out!"
"Well, I didn't mean to do that. Is there any need to be so angry?"
Tan Cheng picked up the hot soup that was still fragrant and not finished, and said, "It smells good."
Just as he was about to pour some soup into a new bowl, Kong Lingyu snatched the thermos bucket of soup away and said, "If you want to drink it, go buy it yourself."
"If you don't let me taste it, I must!"
Kong Lingyu's face was cold and his tone was dangerous, "You can try."
Tan Cheng took out a disinfectant wipe to wipe his fingertips, rolled his eyes without caring about his image, patted the documents on the table, and said with a gloating smile on his face, "I brought you the computer. Remember to read these documents. Oh, and don't forget to check your email."
"Assistant Feng picks up the documents every day."
The two have known each other for many years and know each other's character. Kong Lingyu certainly knows that this guy is gloating, but this time he is not in the mood to argue with him.
"How did things go?" Kong Lingyu asked while drinking the soup made by Fang Huai.
"We are determined not to reconcile with Ding Donghai. As for the 500,000 yuan, we have already pursued it." Tan Cheng's eyes were stern. "There is no money in the card."
"Okay, I understand." Kong Lingyu said in a cold tone.
The two cunning men looked at each other, and Tan Cheng couldn't help but laugh and scolded: "You really are an unscrupulous guy."
The weak-looking man on the hospital bed raised his eyebrows and admitted it without saying anything.
"Let's go." Kong Lingyu carefully put down the thermos and urged the troublesome guy to leave.
Tan Cheng frowned his pale face, hesitating to speak, "Are you really okay with this injury?"
Kong Lingyu rolled his eyes at Tan Cheng and said, "Don't ask, just go back." The two looked at each other silently. Tan Cheng immediately understood and cursed in his heart: What a black-hearted guy. Poor Dr. Fang, it's unlucky to meet this guy.
"By the way, you're not allowed to market this matter, okay? Don't let me see any news or articles about it."
Tan Cheng said helplessly: "I understand. He is a good citizen who bravely saved people."
"Take good care of your injuries. I'm leaving now."
Tan Cheng left the ward, immediately put on a mask and gloves, lowered his head and quickly went downstairs.
"Sorry." He bumped into a man head-on. The man also had a faint smell of disinfectant on him. Tan Cheng looked up and saw the man's face clearly, and felt inexplicably familiar.
Cheng Yuan had a nonchalant smile on his face as he looked at the tightly covered man and said, "Handsome guy, watch the road."
Tan Cheng lowered his eyes quickly and apologized: "Yeah, sorry."
"Hiss, I think I've heard your voice somewhere before." Cheng Yuan suddenly blocked Tan Cheng's way, looking like a playboy: "Have we met somewhere before?"
"I don't know him. I've never seen him."
Tan Cheng pushed the man away with an impatient tone.
After everyone left, Cheng Yuan still stood there, trying to find out more information about this man, muttering, "Disinfectant, socializing."
Suddenly thinking of something, Cheng Yuan raised his eyebrows with interest: "Interesting."
On the other side, Fang Huai left the ward and went to the bathroom. The cold female voice still came from the phone next to his ear.
The rigid voice still echoed in his ears. Fang Huai hung up the phone decisively and closed his eyes in disappointment.
"Heh." Fang Huai smiled bitterly and said in his heart: So be it. In order to prevent Li Xuan from misunderstanding, Fang Huai went to Li Xuan's house early in the morning the next day after the accident, but was told that Li Xuan had not returned for a long time.
When I went to his workplace, I met Li Xuan's cousin and learned that Li Xuan had gone abroad.
Li Ze said with disdain, "My brother went abroad last month, and everyone around him knows about it."
"Don't you know?"
Fang Huai knew nothing about Li Xuan. Seeing that he didn't believe him, Li Ze made a series of strange phone calls in front of him.
A familiar voice came from the phone: "Hello, Li Ze?"
Li Ze deliberately remained silent, looking at Fang Huai provocatively. Li Xuan, who was sitting opposite him, also felt puzzled and asked again, "Li Ze, is there something wrong?"
Li Ze saw Fang Huai's face turn pale and quickly said, "It's okay, I'm hanging up."
Before Li Xuan could say anything, he quickly hung up the phone. When he tried to do something, Li Xuan left without looking back.
Fang Huai came back from his reminiscence, frowned slightly, and then relaxed again.
Since Li Xuan didn't want to contact him, assuming that they had broken up, why should he care about Li Xuan's misunderstanding?
He suppressed his surging emotions and returned to Kong Lingyu's single room with a normal expression. Seeing that Kong Lingyu's friend had left, this guy stretched out his arm to reach the documents, and he pushed the door open and walked in.
"I'll help you."
Kong Lingyu took the document and said uneasily, "I thought you were gone."
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