Xun Yuming and Ren Xueyuan made an appointment on the night of the 8th of next month to discuss financial matters at the Pineapple Restaurant of the Bay Hotel. After thinking it over and over again, he told Zhuang Yi about it through WeChat.
The latter never responded.
Before receiving funding, he still needs to solve two problems. One is the surgical plan for the case that Zhuang Yi introduced to him, and the other is to set up his laboratory team as soon as possible.
At present, the things at hand are piled up like a mountain, and he really has no extra energy to focus on research. Xun Yuming urgently needs a team to help him share part of the work.
Coming out of the operating room, Xun Yuming washed his hands and went to the neurosurgery laboratory to meet the newcomer Gui Peisheng. The basement floor has not seen the sun all year round, and as soon as I get out of the elevator, I feel a gust of cool wind seeping into my clothes, and there is no one around.
Xun Yuming shivered, and walked all the way to the depths of the corridor. There is a row of small windows covered by the lawn on the top of the white wall. The light leaks in through the air holes, and the stars are scattered all over the ground, as if they can be picked up with one hand.
The laboratory is in the deepest place, and when you turn the corner, you can hear laughter coming from inside from afar, Xun Yuming buried one hand in the pocket of his white coat, and pushed open the door with the other hand, the room suddenly fell silent.
The six people either sat or stood, or turned or looked back, staring at him like a petrified man.
Xun Yuming pushed his glasses, closed the door, and said, "I am Xun Yuming."
Everyone: "..."
"You..." Xun Yuming took two steps forward, stood on the edge of the long table, clasped his hands and said, "Let me introduce myself first."
The six people looked at each other, pushed each other back, and finally introduced themselves one by one starting from the first boy on the left.
Xun Yuming thought about the resumes he had read before, checked with the real person one by one, and said: "Your materials and personnel department have sent me, and I have read them too. I know you are here for regular training, but I Now the main energy is on research, and I need a team to assist me. If you feel that following me is a waste of time, or if you don’t want to do research and just want to have surgery, tell me now, no need to have a psychological burden. I will help you to say hello to the personnel department .”
Several people showed hesitation, pondered for a moment, and a small girl standing on the far side said: "I won't go, I will follow you."
She looks ugly, with round eyes, a round face, a flat nose, and a mushroom head. Xun Yuming remembered that she was the girl who spoke in the observation room last time, and she was also the most outstanding one in the pile of resumes before, and she finished her Ph.D. at a young age.
Hearing what she said, the rest of the people agreed one after another and chose to stay. Only a male doctor who looked not young said: "I... don't want to do research. I'm sorry, I came to the hospital below for advanced studies. If I can't do clinical work, I will lose my job when I go back."
"It's okay, I can understand." Xun Yuming said: "Then you go back first, I will tell the dean in the afternoon, let him find the Human Resources Department to arrange a new tutor for you tomorrow."
"Thank you, Doctor Xun." The man nodded, took his things and prepared to leave.
When he was going out, Cen Ji happened to come in, and after asking, he said with a smile: "There is one person missing, our gourd baby has become the six monsters in the south of the Yangtze River!"
"Oh, I don't know what he thinks." The doctor next to him said, "How many people dream of doing scientific research with Dr. Xun." He was almost two meters tall, and with his square face and ears, and the scar around his eyes, he looked like a ferocious robber.
"Everyone's pursuit is different." Xun Yuming leaned on the experimental table and assigned the next jobs to several people. "It's human to worry about unemployment."
"If I can do research with you, unemployment will be worth it." Another male doctor who seemed to be less than 1.7 meters tall said.
"That's because you have never lost your job, so you can say it so easily." Xun Yuming smiled.
Hearing this, Cen Ji said, "It's as if you've lost your job, Master."
"Why haven't I lost my job?" Xun Yuming typed out the schedule and pasted it behind the door of the laboratory. Except for Cen Ji and Mushroom Head, the remaining four boys happened to be Zhou Wu Zheng Wang.
"Doctor Xun has lost his job?!" Six people expressed their disbelief.
"I was resigned from my first job in life." Xun Yuming sighed, and posted their two-inch photos on the schedule.
The tall and small Zhou held his chin, smacked his lips and asked, "Tsk, can you not post a photo? Why do other people take such energetic photos, but mine looks like a criminal arrest warrant!"
"Don't interrupt." The five people spoke in unison, collectively asking Xun Yuming to continue: "Why are you unemployed? Dr. Xun is also dismissed by the hospital sometimes? Why is this hospital so disrespectful?"
Xun Yuming shook his head and smiled, "It's not a hospital. My first job was as a waiter in an ice cream shop."
Xiao Zhou took out a lollipop from nowhere, stuffed it into his mouth, sat down on the laboratory bench and said, "What's going on, I'll find a doctor and tell me!"
Everyone had the same gossip face, and sang in unison: "Let's sit next to the high grain pile and listen to Doctor Xun talk about the past!"
Amused by them, Xun Yuming leaned on the table and said, "Well, it's really not interesting... I just went to study abroad and didn't have much money, so I found a part-time job outside the school. I remember it was like... a little more than two dollars an hour Well, anyway, I was paid the minimum wage. After working for three months, I was fired."
Speaking of the poverty and embarrassment of young people, it is really embarrassing. He still clearly remembers that the day he was dismissed was the day after he went to Zhuang Yi's dormitory for the night.
Zhuang Yi told him that life gives you lemons, so you make lemonade from them.
This sentence of chicken soup is like a good medicine for sleeping. Xun Yuming used to sleep in bed, but that night he quickly fell into a deep sleep. In the middle of the night, he felt so hot that he stepped on the quilt without realizing it. For the first time after leaving home for so long, he slept soundly.
Early the next morning, when Zhuang Yi got up, Xun Yuming was still sound asleep, with his hands resting on the pillow, one east and one west, in a gesture of surrender. The quilt fell to the floor, and the T-shirt was also rolled up. He twisted sideways into a twist, exposing half of his buttocks.
There was a cinnabar mole on the snow-white skin, the size of a sesame seed, bright red.
This should also be recorded in the homework of the genetics class, Zhuang Yi secretly thought.
He picked up the quilt and covered Xun Yuming, tiptoed out the door, changed his clothes and went for a morning run. After Zhuang Yi left, Xun Yuming woke up not long after, sat up dazedly, and looked around with a dazed expression.
This is not the Stern dormitory where he lives.
He rubbed his eyes, took the glasses from the bedside table and put them on, and then he was dazed for a while, only to remember that he came back too late yesterday and spent the night in Zhuang Yi's dormitory.
Xun Yuming lifted the quilt and slipped down to the ground, feeling his thighs were chilly, looked down, and almost forgot that he was wearing a "little skirt".
There was no bathroom in the guest room, and he carefully unscrewed the doorknob, with the soles of his feet sticking to the floor, making soft noises as he walked. He slowed down and sneaked into the bathroom connected to the living room in the dark.
When Xun Yuming packed up and came out, there was still no movement in the big bedroom, not even the slightest sign of getting up. Xun Yuming was quite hesitant. He was going to do a volunteer job at a hospital in San Francisco this morning. The distance was not close, so he had to go there early in the morning.
In the past, he would go to Palo Alto from school first, then take the Caltrain in the city, and get off at the San Francisco station. Zhuang Yi's dormitory is nearly 20 minutes' drive from the school. He doesn't know the way, so he is not sure if it will be farther to the station.
Xun Yuming opened the door of the refrigerator, and a corner of the living room lit up with white light. There were a variety of food inside, including fruits, vegetables, meat, eggs, and milk, neatly stacked. He took out two eggs, put them into a small stainless steel pot, and turned out a casserole to cook white rice porridge, and steamed a few breakfast buns and small steamed buns.
When Zhuang Yi came back, he saw a thin and small figure busy in his kitchen. The T-shirt shrank after being dried once in the dryer. He couldn't find a small size short-sleeve last night, so he used it as pajamas for Xun Yuming.
Now that the clothes were worn on him, the length of the hem was dangerous, and the two white legs were unobstructed, which made people dazzled. The neckline also swayed here and there with his movements, and a slight tilt revealed a slender collarbone.
Zhuang Yi curled his mouth and moved his eyes to the dining table, "I didn't expect you to be able to cook?"
A spoonful of rice soup was spilled on the ground, and Xun Yuming was cleaning it up with kitchen paper. Hearing this, he straightened up and said, "You got up, that's great!"
He turned his head, and a pair of broad shoulders and narrow waist came into view, which was obtained in exchange for years of high-intensity exercise. Xun Yuming looked at the protruding and sunken muscle lines on it, and then at his thin figure and stature that he was unwilling to grow. While feeling ashamed of himself, his ears were burning red.
"Why don't you wear clothes?"
"It's uncomfortable to wear when I'm sweaty, and it's too hot after running."
Xun Yuming turned to the beginning, and said: "My grandfather said that you can't be naked even if it's hot. The more you are greedy for cold, the more you will catch cold. You should go and change your clothes. I made breakfast, and you come out to eat."
Zhuang Yi agreed, went back to the house to take a shower, then put on a clean short sleeve, went out and said, "I really didn't realize that you can cook at such a young age."
Serving him porridge, Xun Yuming picked up the custard bun and took a bite, and said vaguely: "I can only cook porridge, heat steamed buns, and make noodles, and nothing else. My grandfather said that the kitchen The work here is too dangerous, so I won’t be asked to do it.”
"Your grandpa loves you very much." Zhuang Yi was particular about his food, and even put a napkin on his lap, and he mediated the simple breakfast like a candlelight French meal. "Are you and your grandfather very close?"
When mentioning grandpa, Xun Yuming narrowed his eyes, and bent his eyebrows with a smile, "Of course." Thinking of the old man who is alone now, he lowered his eyes and said, "Oh, I haven't written to grandpa for a long time, he must Miss me very much."
The porridge was thick and fragrant, and the rice grains were in bloom. Zhuang Yi drank a spoonful and said, "If you miss him, go back and have a look. By the way, why didn't you go back to China during the spring break?"
Xun Yuming swallowed the last bite of breakfast, and said: "How can I have time, the spring break is only seven days in total. And my grandfather said that the air ticket is too expensive, so I won't go back often. I still have to work."
Speaking of part-time work, Zhuang Yi remembered that he said last night that he would do volunteer work this morning, checked the time, and asked, "Where are you going to do volunteer work, and when will you be there?"
"At 8:30, I'll take the Caltrain in the city." Xun Yuming hurriedly packed the dishes and said, "I'm going to be late, so I won't eat with you."
Zhuang Yi always ate less breakfast, so he shook off the napkin, wiped his mouth and said, "I've finished eating, I'll drive you there."
"no, I'm fine."
The bedroom door was wide open, Xun Yuming washed his hands and ran in to change clothes. The quilt on the big bed hadn't been laid yet, the silk sheets were crumpled, and the room smelled like someone who had slept in.
The first time he entered someone else's bedroom, he was quite embarrassed. The back of the short-sleeved shirt was rolled up under his neck, and he didn't pull it off for a long time. Zhuang Yi went in to make the bed, passed by him, and helped him pull it up.
"Thank you." If you pour a handful of cold water on your ears now, you will definitely be steaming.
Xun Yuming froze on the spot, clutching his shorts and hesitating, wondering if he should change in front of him.
Zhuang Yi saw that he was at a loss, and asked with a smile: "Are you children so thin-skinned?"
"I'm not a child!" Xun Yuming sat on the bed with his back facing him, and sneakily put on his pants.
"There's no need to hide it." Zhuang Yi couldn't help laughing and said, "It's just a little red mole, I've seen it a long time ago."
"..."
The author has something to say: shorts = fat times