It looks very familiar to me. Is your screenwriting teacher a donor?
"The patient needs to rest. Attention, attendants." A middle-aged woman in a nurse's uniform knocked gently on the door. "Room 2507, rounds."
"Mom?!" Cheng Sizhou wore a black hoodie and quietly entered the ward. However, Ms. Wang appeared faster than a soldier in League of Legends could walk from the fountain to the river.
Wang Xinxin checked Pinot's status and, while taking notes, said to Cheng Sizhou, "Xiao Tao said he saw you in the hallway, but I didn't believe him. Tell me, why are you here?"
Cheng Sizhou pressed his forehead. If he didn't figure it out immediately, he was afraid that Ms. Wang would try to match him up with Pinault again.
"This is my roommate, Wen Zichuan. His friend had a heart attack, and he came tonight to take care of him." Cheng Sizhou spoke briefly and to the point, omitting any words that might have a hint of emotion.
Ms. Wang was extremely perceptive: "He's here to accompany me, so are you here to accompany me too?"
"I'm bringing some food to my roommate." Cheng Sizhou said, shaking the empty juice cup.
"Is this what you're eating for dinner? You must be starving, right?"
"He's a big star, he has to stay in shape, so he usually doesn't eat dinner."
Ms. Wang glanced at Wen Zichuan and then at Pinot. With her sharp eyes, there was nothing she couldn't understand.
"Don't disturb the patient's rest. Come out. I have something to tell you."
He appeared in the hospital with Wen Zichuan twice. After his father had examined him, his mother took over the examination. Cheng Sizhou sighed in his heart. He shouldn't have been so soft-hearted. If Wen Zichuan had gone back first, he could still find a way to conceal the truth.
"Little sweetheart," Ms. Wang said, instantly changing from a nurse to a mother once they were outside the ward. "Are you dating that boy?"
"No, just a roommate, sharing the rent."
"Does mom look so gullible? He was so nervous after I just said a few words to you."
"Isn't it my dad's fault?! Last time, someone drugged him, and my dad didn't even ask, thinking it was me. He scolded me profusely. How could I not be nervous?"
Wen Zichuan was not sick this time. He leaned close to the door and could hear the conversation outside clearly.
"Your dad is afraid you'll go astray. Look, two more people died in the dermatology department this month. When they were carried out, there wasn't a single piece of healthy flesh on their bodies. How could he not be afraid? He keeps nagging me about this all the time, and I'm getting fed up."
"I'm not like that. I really am not. I just want to have someone who I have in my heart and who has me in his heart. We can live peacefully for decades. That's enough."
"What about the one before that? When you graduated, you said you didn't want to go to the Lantern Festival at all, and insisted on following someone to the capital to form a band. Didn't you break up later?"
At this point, Cheng Sizhou was silent for a long time. When he spoke again, his breath was filled with emotion: "I have committed a great sin by not being faithful to my wife."
"My dear, that's not what I meant!" Ms. Wang took his hand. "No one in the world wants you to be happy more than me. You said you like boys, and I'm learning to understand you. But do you plan to keep it a secret forever? Now that Mr. Jiang has retired, won't you take over his job and continue to move up? If everyone at your company knows that you're dating a boy, how will you still have a chance at being evaluated for excellence or promoted?"
"Let's keep it a secret for as long as we can." Cheng Sizhou said helplessly, "Old Jiang has retired, but there's still Senior Brother Yu. I'll help him out and have some free time."
"If your dad hears this, you'll get scolded again."
"You get used to it after a while."
Cheng Sizhou knew clearly that although his master accepted Yu Ming and him as his disciples, because of the relationship between the Jiang and Cheng families, he would prefer him to be the successor.
But Senior Brother Yu has always been the master's right-hand man. In terms of professional level, he is no worse than myself. Although he is a little cold in dealing with people, he is also smooth and self-consistent, and his emotional intelligence is much higher than mine.
If Master has to choose between the two, Yu Ming is more suitable.
"I forgot to ask on the phone last time. Aren't you in the pediatric department? How come you were transferred to the cardiac surgery department?" It was rare for Cheng Sizhou to see a group of "little darlings" chattering around her.
"Pediatrics is so tiring. My mother is about to retire. The hospital leaders cared about me and transferred me here." Ms. Wang patted the back of his hand.
"It's because of my dad, right?" Cheng Sizhou guessed the reason after just one look at her. "Where's my dad? Has my dad ever looked at the girl lying inside?"
"No, your father had two operations in a row and couldn't hold on any longer, so he went home to rest. I always felt that the surgery he received back then seriously damaged his vitality. He gets tired easily and his temper has worsened since then."
When Cheng Sizhou graduated from university, his family wanted him to attend the Lantern Festival, but he insisted on following Liu Shixing north. The two had a huge argument and nearly severed their relationship.
Under Dr. Cheng's questioning, Cheng Sizhou had to come out to his family and confess his sexual orientation and his relationship with Liu Shixing.
Cheng Xuecheng was struck by lightning. Cheng Sizhou was an only child. He could not believe or accept that the Cheng family would be extinct.
He is well-known for his rigor and seriousness in the hospital and never brings personal emotions into work, but this incident had a great impact on him. When talking to the patient's family, a few words he said inadvertently sounded a little cold, which was unacceptable to the patient's family who had also suffered a huge blow.
That day, he was working in the office when a patient's family member suddenly broke in, pulled out a three-finger-wide knife, and chopped at his neck!
In a flash, he almost instinctively retreated to avoid the carotid artery. The blade passed through his chest below the collarbone, and his white coat was instantly stained blood red.
Several doctors from the same department came over, quickly subdued the attacker and called the police. Afterwards, Dr. Cheng's wound required more than a hundred stitches, leaving a long, twisted scar on his chest.
This incident was classified as a "malicious medical dispute". Although the perpetrator was sentenced, Dr. Cheng almost lost half his life.
Neither the pressure from his parents nor the fear of an unknown future could shake Cheng Sizhou's determination to go to the imperial capital, but the sight of his father lying there, from vigorous and energetic to weak and gray, deeply hurt him, and ultimately made him suppress all urges to leave Dengyuan.
Whenever he thought of the medical dispute, he felt both fear and self-blame. If Dr. Cheng had not been able to dodge at that time and the knife had hit the aorta, he would have lost his father forever.
Because of this, he and Liu Shixing were separated from each other, no longer had a common basis for life, and their contact became less and less.
Three months later, Liu Shixing suddenly sent a message: "Let's break up."
Cheng Sizhou guessed that he might have found a new love, but three years of relationship couldn't be let go just like that, so he replied, "If you're not doing well, come back, I'll wait for you."
However, Liu Shixing did not respond again, and the relationship came to an end.
"Then, Mom, please take good care of Dad." Cheng Sizhou said.
Dr. Cheng, now in his sixties, remains a dedicated frontline worker, while Ms. Wang has been transferred from pediatrics to cardiac surgery. Perhaps the hospital considered this carefully, allowing his mother to care for his father nearby, lest the attending physician collapse before the patient is seriously ill.
"It's a long vacation, don't you come back for dinner?" Ms. Wang asked with a little anticipation.
"Let my dad have a good rest. I'm afraid he will be angry again when he sees me." Cheng Sizhou sighed, but he couldn't help but glance into the ward.
"Okay, Mom just has one more thing to say. Regardless of whether it's a boy or a girl, you two will definitely live in Dengyuan in the future. He's also the baby of his parents, so you have to consider his parents' feelings, okay? If there are any problems, you should solve them promptly. If you can't, just be more humble. Don't do it like before, where we were together for a few years and then broke up, making it so unpleasant."
"I know, Mom, you go ahead and do your work. I know my limits."
After Ms. Wang left, Cheng Sizhou hurried back to the ward and found that Wen Zichuan and his suitcase were gone. He took out his phone and saw a message from Zichuan, saying that he was going home to pack up and come back later.
Returning to the recent chat interface, there was another message from Ms. Wang: "He is very handsome and meets my mother's aesthetic standards. You two should be together well and you are not allowed to bully him."
His mother's words really made him happy for a long time. He even began to fantasize that one day he would take Zichuan back to his parents' house, and the family would have a happy meal together. After the meal, he and his mother would clean up together, and Zichuan would chat with his father for a while.
Unfortunately, Wen Zichuan never dared to think so.
He returned to his home in Yangliu'an alone and found that the house was clean and tidy. There was a pair of shaking stuffed animals on the coffee table, and the dining table was filled with his favorite dishes. In a prominent place, there was also a bouquet of beautiful yellow roses.
Cheng Sizhou spent a lot of time and effort and made many preparations just to wait for him to come back.
When he was just walking on the road, he could still control his emotions, but now immersed in the fragrance of food and flowers, Wen Zichuan felt the urge to cry.
He had always attributed Cheng Sizhou's hesitation and evasion to his personality. When they were in the imperial capital, he thought that Cheng Sizhou could not forget his ex, so he refused to respond.
He was arrogant and regarded the "liking" for him as the most important thing in the world, but he never considered or cared whether Cheng Sizhou had other reasons.
If the relationship between them really affects Cheng Sizhou's future as his mother said, then the more he desires a response, the more he is burdening him and becoming an obstacle for him.
At eight o'clock in the evening, Wen Zichuan packed food in a thermos bucket and brought it to the ward to eat with Cheng Sizhou.
Pinault was still asleep, so they had to speak in low voices.
Cheng Sizhou put the meat into Wen Zichuan's bowl and said, "Your colleague is quite pitiful. She's young and has a bad heart. She can't experience the thrilling activities that many young people like to do, such as running and jumping."
"Everyone has their own destiny. She's not in good health, but she has great writing skills and is very talented."
"You may not believe this, but she looks very familiar to me."
"When I first saw her, I felt she looked familiar. I felt like I had seen her somewhere before, but I couldn't remember where."
Cheng Sizhou didn't expect it, and Wen Zichuan felt the same way. Could it be that they had seen her somewhere together? Thinking about it carefully, it seemed unlikely. They had been sharing an apartment for several months and had never gone out together.
"Could it be the one with Xueqiao's voice actor?" Cheng Sizhou asked.
"She didn't even go to the scene on the day of the voice actor drama. She also took a leave to go back to her hometown." Wen Zichuan chewed slowly. "Besides, if we had met before, she would probably think I looked familiar."
"She won't find you familiar."
"Why?"
"You said it was Second Voice who took the initiative to invite you to participate, which proves that they already have your resume. Pinault is the screenwriter of Second Voice. As long as they have seen your photo, they will be considered 'acquaintance', not just 'familiarity'."
"Yeah, you're really smart."
"Wait! Photos...?"
Cheng Sizhou reminded himself that being familiar doesn't necessarily mean they've met before, it could also mean they've seen a photo.
He put down his chopsticks and sent a message to Xu Yang: "Yangyang, do you have any photos taken on the day of the donation ceremony?"
Xu Yang replied: "Yes, work leaves traces. I took all the photos."
"Send me a few pictures, especially those from donors."
"good."
After Xu Yang finished typing, he quickly sent over a dozen photos.
Most of the photos are group photos of the museum leaders. There is a girl wearing an apricot-yellow short cheongsam next to Director Zhang. Xu Yang said that she is the donor.
Cheng Sizhou looked at it for a few seconds: "It really looks like it..."
Wen Zichuan said firmly: "It's either like her or her."
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