I like him
When encountering trouble, Fang Huai would usually solve the problem directly. If it was too difficult, he would choose to eliminate the trouble from his own world.
If they can't be friends, then they can only be strangers to each other.
This stranger who could not be his friend sat across from him again, and the wound on his arm did not heal but became infected instead.
When seeing Kong Lingyu, Fang Huai did not bring his personal emotions into work out of professionalism, but the bouquet of flowers that this guy placed on the table was really eye-catching.
Kong Lingyu tilted his head and chatted casually with the intern beside him, "Do you interns get paid?"
"Have you been busy lately?"
Xu Hangran and Zhou Chao exchanged a glance, their eyes twitching as they glanced at the flamboyant roses on the table. They both chose to remain silent and didn't answer.
Li Xiangdong carefully watched Fang Huai's technique of changing the dressing and bandaging the wound, and occasionally lowered his head to take notes. With this comparison, the remaining two people who loved to slack off were taught a lesson by Fang Huai, and continued to follow and learn with a guilty conscience.
"This is a hospital, not a flower shop." After the three of them left, Fang Huai changed his gloves and said without emotion, "Please don't interfere with our work."
"Also, this is a consultation room. Some patients are allergic to pollen. Please do not bring flowers into the consultation room in the future."
Kong Lingyu nodded in agreement, only listening to what he wanted to hear, "Can I send you to your office next time?"
Fang Huai, who was wearing a mask, frowned unhappily and said, "Get out."
The next number was called, but seeing that Kong Lingyu was reluctant to leave, he threw the bouquet directly into the trash can by the window.
"Don't like it?" Kong Lingyu put on his coat and stood up with his hands on the table. Fang Huai stepped back cautiously. Kong Lingyu raised the corners of his lips a little, and walked to the trash can with regret to pick up the bouquet.
"Then I'll give you something else next time."
He walked out of the ward, holding the bouquet, but didn't leave the hospital. He sat in the call area, idly plucking at the fresh petals. He would occasionally respond when someone talked to him.
This was not the first time he had done this. He had become familiar with everyone in the department and could even chat with the cleaning lady in charge of their department.
"Young man, your flowers are not cheap, are they?" A middle-aged man looked cautiously at the bouquet lying on the ground and said with regret, "It's such a waste to just leave them lying there."
Kong Lingyu pulled his sleeves, revealing the bandage on his arm, "It's okay."
The man hesitated to speak, but the middle-aged men next to him were not as shy as him and came straight to the point: "Young man, do you still want these flowers?"
Kong Lingyu lazily leaned against a chair in the corridor, tapping his fingers on the backrest. After hearing the question, he opened his eyelids and waved his hand indifferently: "No."
"Can you give me a few?"
"I want one too."
"Young man, leave two for me."
Kong Lingyu saw Fang Huai walking out of the consultation room with three interns, explaining something in a serious manner, and hurriedly followed them. Several people behind him wanted to call him.
He had no time to care, "divide it among yourselves."
After the others left, a few people who knew the situation gathered together to gossip, "I remember Dr. Fang has a partner."
"Yes, his girlfriend often comes to pick him up from get off work. He's a handsome mixed-race guy."
A young nurse touched her chin and said, "Hiss, Mr. Kong knows that Dr. Fang has a partner, right?"
Another doctor stroked his chin thoughtfully and said slowly, "Young people nowadays are really difficult to deal with."
"Ahem, what are you talking about?" The director's voice sounded behind them. Several people dispersed and laughed: "Director, we're not talking about anything."
Director Liang calmly took a sip of the water in the thermos and tasted broken tea leaves. He was about to spit it out, but when he saw people coming and going, he took another sip and said, "Be careful about the impact during work hours. It's not good for patients to see you."
"The same goes for rest time."
"I understand, Director."
Director Liang looked at Consultation Room No. 3 with melancholy, sighed, and left with his hands behind his back.
Fang Huai ignored the gossiping eyes in the department, suppressed his emotions, calmed down, and pushed open the door to Ding Ling's ward.
Ding Ling was always timid when she first arrived at the hospital. She used to curl up in the corner of the bed with her hands on her knees. When she heard the door open, her body trembled uncontrollably. She looked at everyone with a wary look, like a little hedgehog, wanting to protect herself.
When changing the dressing, I would sob a few times only when I couldn't help it.
He doesn't cry or make a fuss, and is so sensible that it makes people feel distressed.
Xu Hangran and his friends tried to communicate with Ding Ling many times, but the little girl still pursed her lips tightly and refused to make a sound no matter how they acted funny.
It was probably the trauma of being abandoned at the disaster site three times that made her start to resist interacting with others.
The hospital put a lot of effort into this aspect and even tried to get Ding Ling to see a psychologist. The psychologist was a gentle and warm female doctor who always spoke gently. With the joint efforts of everyone, the thorns on the guarded little girl's body also softened a lot.
Ding Ling suffered burns of varying degrees, and the minor burns have almost healed. However, the burn on the left side of her face is more severe, and while repairing the wound, she must also constantly prevent the wound from becoming infected again.
The woman sitting in front of the bed breathed a sigh of relief when she saw them coming. She stood up and greeted Fang Huai and the others, "Doctor Fang, you're here."
"Good afternoon, Ms. Wang." Fang Huai said in a clear and gentle voice, greeting the now more cheerful little girl: "Good afternoon, Lingling."
Ding Ling smiled, her eyes curved, and nodded, "Good afternoon, doctor."
Wang Ting is a staff member of the local Women's Federation. The department has temporarily arranged for her to take care of Ding Ling. The police are already investigating.
Seeing the girl taking the initiative to speak, she said helplessly: "She likes you very much."
She had been in the hospital all day today. In the morning, Ding Ling hadn't been very willing to communicate with her. She would occasionally respond to her with interjections. Only after the little girl had gotten to know her completely did she start talking to her.
Ding Ling was willing to take care of Fang Huai, probably because after coming to this hospital, Fang Huai became her attending physician and they had more contact, so she could accept Fang Huai's kindness.
"Take your time. I guess you're a little shy."
"Please pay close attention to your child recently. If he has a fever in the middle of the night, please contact us immediately."
As he spoke, Fang Huai's sleeve was tugged. Ding Ling's eyes were bright now. Fang Huai squatted down and said good-naturedly, "Lingling, you're doing great today. Are you feeling unwell anywhere?"
Wang Ting smiled and watched the two interact. The girl looked up with a bright smile and said in a crisp voice, "No, Lingling is not feeling unwell today. I am great!"
The little face was wrapped in gauze, and Fang Huai's eyes were gentle. "Yes, Lingling has always been great."
After asking about the girl's recent situation, Fang Huai took her out of the ward. Before leaving, he said to Ding Ling, "Goodbye, Lingling. I'll come to see you next time."
The little girl nodded obediently. Wang Ting touched the girl's furry head lovingly and said, "Doctor Fang, you can go ahead and do your work. I'll take care of things here."
"Well, bye."
Before Fang Huai had left for a while, a tall man wearing a mask and a baseball cap walked in. He greeted Wang Ting familiarly and said hello to Ding Ling with a smile: "Lingling, I came to see you."
The lost expression on Ding Ling's face was replaced by surprise. She said happily but with a hint of regret, "Brother Kong, the doctor just left."
Kong Lingyu knew of course. He smiled and said, "I just met him. He's still very handsome."
Ding Ling stuck out her tongue and motioned Kong Lingyu to bend down, saying that she had something to say in private. Wang Ting tactfully walked out of the ward and let them talk in private.
Ding Ling leaned over to Kong Lingyu's ear and said, "I like Doctor Brother very much now, so you don't have to give me any more gifts in the future."
Kong Lingyu looked at the girl in front of him in surprise. The girl blushed and said, "The doctor is very handsome and speaks as gently as that sister. I was just a little scared of him the first time, but I'm not afraid of him anymore."
"I like Doctor Brother very much."
"I understand." Kong Lingyu touched the little girl's head and said softly, "But brother didn't just give you a gift for this reason. Brother also hopes that Lingling can be happy."
He pretended to be serious and said, "I agree with what you said."
"Brother Doctor is indeed a very good and gentle person."
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