Mouth to mouth?
Which patient would ask the doctor to tell him the test results mouth to mouth? That's perverted!
Su Yanxi: "Ibuprofen can reduce fever, but it can't reduce lewdness. Patient, please respect yourself."
Fu Linchen: "I'm a healthy person, but you've turned me into a patient. Doctor Su, are you sure you didn't misdiagnose me?"
Su Yanxi touched Fu Linchen's forehead with her palm, and even took his pulse seriously, then said: "I diagnose you with erotomania, also known as peach blossom mania. You feel that everyone in the world likes you, and you are overconfident."
Fu Linchen really laughed, and his mother tongue became speechless from then on.
He pinched her soft white face with his fingers: "First you called me a pig, then you called me sick, little princess, you have such a vicious mouth. Did you apply Dichlorvos?"
Su Yanxi pulled her face out of his hands and said, "Brother Linchen, do you know this cartoon that's really popular right now? The protagonist in it is called Peppa Pig, the embodiment of a hero. When I say you're a pig, I'm actually praising you for being a hero."
Fu Linchen asked, "Do you know what the next line of 'Playing the Erhu in the Crotch' is?"
Su Yanxi: "No, chicken, way.
Fu Linchen: "Bullshit."
Su Yanxi: "..." Okay, she admitted that she was talking nonsense.
Just when Su Yanxi was worrying about how the incident of calling Fu Linchen a pig would end, Fu Wanti's voice came from the ward.
"Oh, I'm going to die, chirp, chirp, chirp, chirp, save me, cousin."
Su Yanxi stood up in an instant, keeping a safe distance of two meters from Fu Linchen: "Your cousin is calling you."
Fu Linchen walked into the ward.
Fu Wanti was sitting on the snow-white hospital bed, covered with a quilt, with only her little head exposed, her hair messy like a bird's coop.
Seeing Fu Linchen come in, her face wrinkled into a bitter melon: "Cousin, I just had a dream. I dreamed that I died and went to hell."
Fu Linchen: "I'm a good friend of the King of Hell. I asked for you, and he said that hell doesn't want a little potato like you because you're annoying."
Fu Wanti pouted and protested harshly, "How am I annoying? I've always been very well behaved. I shop, eat, and play every day. Besides being uneducated, lazy, and a spendthrift, I have many other advantages. I don't have any shortcomings at all."
Fu Linchen: "You are sick and you have the final say."
Fu Wanti's eyes were wide open, full of worry: "Cousin, will I really not die?"
"No," Su Yanxi walked in wearing a white coat, her hands in the pockets of the coat, her slender figure standing tall and straight.
"Your pathology report says it's carcinoma in situ, and the cure rate is almost 100%."
"As for why I use the word 'almost', it's because nothing is absolute, and we need to take into account the existence of extremely special circumstances."
"Scientific research shows that half of cancer patients die from the disease, and half die from frightening themselves."
"As an ordinary patient, there's no need to put yourself in the most extreme and worst situations. Don't scare yourself.
"Keep a good attitude. Only when your mind is good and your mood is good can your body be healthy."
Fu Wanti's anxiety was greatly relieved.
She looked at Su Yanxi's face carefully, and one thing was still on her mind: "Why does my cousin call you little princess?"
Su Yanxi's eyelashes drooped: "You have to ask your cousin about this question."
Fu Wanti asked directly, "Cousin, why do you call Dr. Su "little princess"?
Su Yanxi looked at Fu Linchen, her watery eyes reflecting his handsome face.
In fact, she didn't know why he called her little princess. According to Fu Linchen's unscrupulous, wild and bad character, Su Yanxi once suspected that he called her little princess to mock her princess syndrome.
Fu Wanti, the impatient one, kept asking, "Brother, why aren't you talking? Why do you call Doctor Su "little princess"? Tell me now, or I'll be thinking about this and won't be able to eat or sleep well. I might even die of depression one day."
Fu Linchen looked at Su Yanxi with his ink-like eyes: "Because she is pretty."
Su Yanxi's heart skipped a beat at the unexpected answer.
Fu Wanti: "Am I not good-looking? People say I look like Disney's Snow White."
"You look good," Fu Linchen whispered, "quite good-looking."
Fu Wanti: “…………”
Fu Wanti: “!!!!!”
Fu Wanti: ???????????? (crying!)
He was already having difficulty breathing due to the tight pressure bandages wrapped around his body, and this time, Fu Linchen's stimulation made him almost die on the spot.
Seeing that Little Potato was about to cry and make trouble again, Fu Linchen said, "Hold it back and don't cry. I'll give you 1 million pocket money."
Fu Wanti held back her tears: "Okay, I won't cry."
Fu Linchen: "Now lie down in bed and sleep quietly, and I'll give you another million in pocket money."
Fu Wanti lay down in the quilt out of jealousy. She moved too quickly and pulled the wound: "Ahhh, my chest hurts so much."
Fu Linchen has been taking care of Fu Wanti these days and has become immune to her screaming. He raised his eyes and looked at Fu Wanti, his eyes sharp and full of disgust.
Fu Wanti pulled the quilt over her head, and a muffled voice came out from under the quilt: "I don't feel any pain, I don't feel any pain at all, I'm just shouting, cousin, please leave quickly."
Su Yanxi reminded Fu Wanti of the things she needed to pay attention to after the operation and then walked out of the ward.
She thought he had left, walked down the long corridor, and when she turned the corner, she saw Fu Linchen leaning against the wall with a cigarette in his mouth.
"Brother Linchen, aren't you going back?"
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