Suddenly, Pan Yang felt someone push him. He quickly grabbed the person next to him, and Zhang Ming grabbed Pan Yang. The lights were turned on again.
Pain, excruciating pain in his chest, as if his heart were being chewed up. Pan Yang clutched his chest, trembling as he pulled out some medicine from his pocket and swallowed it. His phone slipped from his pocket and fell to the ground.
Zhang Ming panicked upon seeing his condition: "Pan Yang, are you alright? I'll call 120, hang in there!"
Seeing his expression, Qiao's father picked up the phone from the ground. Since Pan Yang's phone didn't have a password, he simply dialed the number.
Zhou Yang was sitting on the sofa, wondering when Huan Yang would come home. He answered his phone almost instantly when it rang: "When are you coming back? What happened?"
Upon hearing the voice on the phone, Zhou Yang's expression changed, and he immediately stood up from the sofa: "I'm going to the hospital right away."
Along the way, Zhou Yang almost ran red lights several times, but eventually ran into Pan Yang and, through a series of maneuvers, managed to escape danger.
Pan Yang was already asleep in the hospital bed. Zhou Yang sat by the bedside, his hands still trembling. He was really afraid something would happen to Pan Yang. Zhou Yang reached out and held Pan Yang's hand.
Pan Yang's hands had no calluses, clearly indicating that he had been pampered since childhood and had never done any hard work. Zhou Yang lowered his eyes; they had to find a suitable heart quickly, otherwise, given Pan Yang's current physical condition, he might not live more than a year.
Mr. Qiao walked into the ward and sighed, "I'll figure something out. I'm going out for a bit. You stay with Huan Yang for now. Call me if anything happens."
Mr. Qiao looked as if he had aged more than ten years. As he walked out of the ward, he thought that perhaps he shouldn't have let Huan Yang go to the banquet today. His family was so rich, yet they couldn't even find a suitable heart.
Zhang Ming hesitated for a long time at the door before going in. Looking at Zhou Yang's white coat and their tightly clasped hands, he took a deep breath: "You are Zhou Yang?"
Zhou Yang raised his eyes to look at Zhang Ming and nodded: "Yes, I am also Pan Yang's attending physician. I will do my best."
"But what if Huan Yang still passes away in the end? What would you do?" Zhang Ming frowned. He hadn't expected Zhou Yang to be Huan Yang's attending physician. If Huan Yang really passed away, and Zhou Yang truly loved him, how cruel that would be.
It was a disease he was most skilled at treating, yet he could only watch helplessly as his loved one passed away, unable to do anything even after exhausting all his knowledge.
"I..." Zhou Yang opened his mouth, but finally revealed a somewhat bitter smile: "No, he won't be in any trouble with me here, he definitely won't." These words seemed to be said to Zhang Ming, but they were more like words to himself.
Looking at him, Zhang Ming felt a pang of sadness. He could tell that Zhou Yang genuinely cared about Huan Yang, even though they had probably only known each other for less than a month. He even had a strange feeling that if Huan Yang passed away, this doctor would be devastated.
Pan Yang slowly opened his eyes, and it took a long time for his mind to fully clear. He was really impressed; he couldn't handle even the slightest shock. The original owner's body was far too delicate; it wasn't enough for him to handle.
"You're awake. Would you like some water?" Zhou Yang said, already picking up a water glass and holding it to Fan Yang's lips.
Pan Yang drank a few mouthfuls of water with him, took a deep breath, and felt a tightness in his chest. It was really uncomfortable. Although he could endure it, it didn't mean he liked it.
"We'll get everything sorted out as soon as we find a suitable heart, and then you won't feel uncomfortable anymore," Zhou Yang said, putting the water glass back on the table. "Uncle just left, do you want to sleep a little longer?"
"Hey you two, I'm still here." Zhang Ming silently raised his hand, feeling somewhat speechless as he looked at the two of them. However, Ren Zhouyang genuinely cared about Huan Yang, and Zhang Ming was Huan Yang's friend.
"It's up to you. I'll keep an eye out for you. I'm going home now and I'll come see you again tomorrow. Get some rest." Zhang Ming shook his head, gave a few words of advice, and left the ward.
After he left, Pan Yang looked at Zhou Yang and asked in a calm tone, "Have your test results come back yet?"
"I'm out." Zhou Yang heard Pan Yang's words. This guy had just walked through the gates of hell, yet he wasn't scared and even asked what happened to him. "Now you should be considered my boyfriend. In a few days, after you're discharged from the hospital, you can go out and see the world. We'll go out and have fun again once you're fully recovered."
“Okay, let’s go see a horror movie then.” Pan Yang nodded.
"You really are..." Some rather peculiar thoughts, how come you're so obsessed with horror movies?
Pan Yang was discharged from the hospital after about three or four days. After that, Pan Yang officially moved into Zhou Yang's house. Qiao's father didn't mind. On the one hand, Zhou Yang really liked Pan Yang, and on the other hand, Zhou Yang was a doctor and could treat him immediately. In short, there was no harm in it.
After the banquet incident, Lu Chu and Yuan Qingqing had finally calmed down completely, especially Yuan Qingqing. Qiao's father specifically went to talk to Yuan's father, basically saying that Yuan Qingqing should be kept in check, and if she caused any more trouble, then there would be no need for the two families to cooperate.
Yuan's father naturally agreed. However, Lu Chu was left to his own devices because Yuan Qingqing had angered him and prevented him from leaving the house. As a result, Lu Chu went off to enjoy himself again.
Pan Yang sat in Zhou Yang's office, idly fiddling with his phone. Zhou Yang was still in surgery and would have about ten more minutes to go.
"Is Dr. Zhou here?" a female voice asked, and then the door was pushed open, revealing a woman in a red dress with exquisite makeup walking in.
Seeing that Pan Yang looked puzzled, he then gave a polite smile and slowly said, "Excuse me, is Dr. Zhou here? I have something I'd like to give him."
"What is that?" Pan Yang looked at her, sizing up the woman.
"Well..." The woman hesitated for a moment, then finally took out a bouquet of roses from behind her and placed it on the table. "I just hope that when Dr. Zhou arrives, you can give this to him for me." As she spoke, she blushed and lowered her head slightly.
"At noon we..." Zhou Yang said as he came in, looking at the woman and the roses on the table with a blank expression. The woman glanced at him and then lowered her head shyly.
Pan Yang picked up the roses and stuffed them into Zhou Yang's arms, his tone flat and unreadable: "These are for you."
"You gave it to me?" Zhou Yang blinked.
“It’s for Dr. Zhou.” The woman spoke almost immediately, biting her lip. “Dr. Zhou, my father was your patient before, and I’m very grateful to you for curing him. Are you free this weekend to have dinner with me?”
Zhou Yang adjusted his glasses, placed the roses back into the woman's hand, and said in a distant tone, "I already have a boyfriend, and treating patients is what I should do. No need to thank me. Is there anything else?"
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