[one]
"Obviously!"
Xun Yuming fell precariously to the ground, and the table and chairs slammed together. He opened his mouth to say something, but only a big mouthful of blood sprayed out.
Zhuang Yi was half sober in an instant, and rushed over to pull him up, only to see that his face was pale, his whole body was cold, his pulse was frighteningly fast, and his chest was already wet with blood.
Haiwan heard the movement and knocked on the door, Zhuang Yi picked up Xun Yuming and shouted sharply: "Call 120 quickly! Go!"
"Okay, I... I'll go right away!" Haiwan ran to the lobby.
Hearing the sound, Chi Gui rushed out from the back kitchen, saw the situation, grabbed the keys on the table, and said decisively: "It looks like stomach bleeding, it's too late to wait for 120. My car is outside, drive!"
Haiwan didn't forget to turn off the natural gas in a hurry, and helped Zhuang Yi get his clothes and briefcase. The three of them ran out, Chi Gui went to drive, Haiwan locked the door, Chi Gui held Xun Yuming in his arms and couldn't stop comforting him: "Stop talking, Mingming, stop talking! We'll go to the hospital right away, don't talk anymore!"
Xun Yuming lay in his arms weakly, the previous bout of bleeding gradually stopped, and the corners of his mouth could not stop bleeding. He held Zhuang Yi's shirt with one hand, insisting on saying something, but he refused to obey at all.
Zhuang Yi was so worried that he didn't dare to blame him at this moment, so he could only persuade him repeatedly, his voice trembling uncontrollably: "Obviously be good, don't say... don't say anything. Stop the bleeding before you say anything, be obedient!"
While talking, Chi Gui had already driven the car over. Zhuang Yi got into the rear compartment with the man in his arms, Haiwan took out a roll of paper from the glove box and handed it to him: "Quickly press him down a little bit, if you can stop a little bit."
Knowing that he had experienced similar things, Zhuang Yi respected his words like a god, and hurriedly covered a large roll of toilet paper to the corner of Xun Yuming's mouth, but did not dare to press his stomach lightly when he was not sure.
Chigui drove very fast, ran through a few red lights, and rushed to the hospital as if flying. Zhuang Yi had already called Lao Chen on the way, and when she entered the ward building, she ran into Zhuang Man chatting with someone on the first floor. Seeing this posture, she hurried to call Dr. Zhan from the general surgery.
When Xun Yuming was sent to the door of the emergency room, he suddenly grabbed Zhuang Yi with the strength he didn't know where, and said in a vague way: "The document...sign the document for me!"
Lao Zhan pressed the upper part of his stomach with one hand, and urged, "Hurry up, the bleeding won't last long!"
Zhuang Yi was sweating profusely in anxiety, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, he remembered the contract for investing in laboratory research that he had brought, and immediately dug it out for him. Xun Yuming stretched out his hand tremblingly, signed on the last page, crossed out "transfer of 20% patent proceeds", wrote "100%" next to it, and signed his fingerprint.
"... Sister." He finished pressing his fingerprints, grabbed Zhuang Man's arm, and said, "I have something to do..."
Zhuang Man understood, and quickly waved his hands to signal everyone to get out of the way. Only she, Xun Yuming, and other nurses and doctors who had a confidential doctor-patient relationship were left in the corridor. Xun Yuming tugged at the hem of her clothes, and said: "If I...you must let Zhuang Yiji...continue research. That research can...heal his hand!"
"Don't worry!" Zhuang Man agreed, and grabbed his hand and squeezed it vigorously, "I will let him study it. Don't be afraid, stomach bleeding is not a serious illness."
Xun Yuming smiled, he is a doctor, he knows what it is like to be sick, any operation is risky, no matter how small the small probability event is, it is 100% when it happens to an individual. Thousands of people die from colds every year, not to mention acute gastric bleeding.
The door of the operating room was slowly opened, and with Lao Zhan's order, two nurses pushed Xun Yuming in. Zhuang Yi came out of the stairwell and fell on the bench, his whole body falling apart.
Haiwan bought two bottles of water from downstairs, gave him one, and said, "Wash your hands, you are covered in blood. Since you are in the hospital, you should be fine."
Zhuang Yi thanked him, but did not move. Zhuang Man sighed, sat beside him, and said, "I don't want to ask what he said?"
"Think." Zhuang Yi bent over, buried his head between his arms, and said in a dry and unpleasant voice, "But he doesn't want me to know, you don't need to tell me."
"I didn't intend to tell you." Zhuang Man unscrewed the water bottle and took a sip, "I know you two broke up unhappy, and he was the one who was sorry for you at the beginning. But I think... he shouldn't be that kind of person, he still loves you very much yours."
Zhuang Yi raised his head and glanced at her, not knowing whether to laugh or cry: "Is he your brother, or am I your brother?"
Zhuang Man also smiled: "He is our mother's savior, I am definitely looking towards him, but I am even more towards my brother. If you can let go, of course I advise you not to look back. But who told you to be so worthless, you will never forget it He, what can we do then? We can't keep pestering him like this forever, why don't we just smile away our grievances. "
It's easy to say that it's easy to say nothing. Even if he is willing, it doesn't matter whether others are willing or not.
"Go wash it up." Zhuang Man got up and said, "The smell of blood is too dirty."
Zhuang Yi was used to obeying his words since he was a child. Although he was physically and mentally exhausted and didn't want to move, he subconsciously stood up and walked upstairs to Qin Xueyan's ward. There was a bathroom in that suite, Zhuang Yi went to take a shower, changed into his father's clothes, and went to wait outside the operating room.
More than three hours later, Xun Yuming was pushed out.
Lao Zhan took off his mask and sighed: "Oh, you young people, you are just too careless! Gastric perforation, duodenal erosive ulcer, stomach wall is blackened!"
Zhuang Yi frowned and asked, "How is he doing now? How long will it take for him to recover?"
"The operation was quite successful, and I can wake up in two to six hours." Lao Zhan handed him the medical record and asked, "Who is his family member? Call me to sign a signature. I didn't panic just now." Sign the consent form."
Zhuang Yi shook his head and said: "He has no family members, let me sign it." He took a pen and signed his name.
Lao Zhan reminded him of the dietary taboos for the past few days, and that he should not drink too much in the future before returning home from get off work. Zhuang Yi thanked him, went to the ward to check, and found that Xun Yuming was unconscious, lying unconscious on the bed.
He found the blood-stained gray suit, took out the door key from his pocket, called a guard from Qin Xueyan's side to guard Xun Yuming, and went straight to his house.
The hospital dormitory is not far away, and it takes only ten minutes to walk there. Zhuang Yi found Xun Yuming's residence familiarly, only to see bricks and debris everywhere around him, and a large truck parked behind the building, which looked like it was about to be demolished.
He jumped between the two piles of sand, clapped his hands to light up the voice-activated lights in the old-fashioned apartment building, and went up the stairs. Zhuang Yi was too tall, walking in this narrow corridor made him look cramped even more.
Xun Yuming lived on the third floor. He opened the door and turned on the living room light. All he could see was a mattress, and the walls of the room were empty. Zhuang Yi entered the door and turned around, only to find two large suitcases with some clothes in the small bedroom. Miscellaneous items like chargers, data cables, and flashlights are piled up next to the mattress, along with a stack of books.
Zhuang Yi went to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator door. There was only half a crumpled lemon inside, and there were many empty bottles of juniper berries, whiskey, tequila, etc., filling the trash can to the brim. Open the cabinet door again, and there is a large box of instant noodles in barrels, a white porcelain bowl, a glass, a pair of chopsticks, seven or eight bottles of unopened wine, and nothing else. The bathroom is also the same, the toiletries are piled in a waterproof bag, the toilet paper is placed on the shelf, and there is a small hair dryer.
Xun Yuming is like an assassin, ready to run away at any time.
Zhuang Yi randomly picked two pieces of clothes in his suitcase, and suddenly saw a small black velvet box lying under a stack of shirts. He took it out and saw that inside was a platinum ring with a small label on it. , which indicates the purchase time.
The ring that Xun Yuming wore before was not this one, the quality of the one in front of him looks much more expensive than the one he bought for Xun Yuming at the beginning. Zhuang Yi calculated the date, and it seemed that they bought it in the year they graduated, but Xun Yuming was so poor at that time, how could he have the money to buy such an expensive thing.
He couldn't figure it out and didn't think about it anymore. He put the box back to its original place, took the computer and went back to the hospital. Before Xun Yuming woke up, Zhuang Yi sent the nurse away and stayed by himself to accompany him. He opened his laptop and wanted to log into his mailbox to reply to a few work emails, but was blocked by the password.
Zhuang Yi entered Xun Yuming's birthday, grandpa's birthday, the date he won the award, and the date he graduated in sequence. He tried several times but it was not correct. After pondering for a moment, he typed the next line of numbers, clicked OK, and turned on the machine smoothly.
2009.12.23.
The day after Xun Yuming's eighteenth birthday, they were officially together.
Zhuang Yi was stunned for a moment, he never thought it would be like this, Xun Yuming actually used their anniversaries as the password. He stared at the screen with both eyes. After the computer ran the boot process, the homepage popped up. The background picture was the photo of them kissing under the Pyramid of Khufu.
He's crazy.
Zhuang Yi's first thought was that he was crazy.
He was the one who said he wanted to pursue his dream in the medical field, he was the one who voluntarily gave up this relationship, and he was the one who did these things secretly. Zhuang Yi looked at his sleeping face, obedient and quiet.
I really want to cut open his heart to see what is inside.
If he still has the heart.
Opening the mailbox, Zhuang Yi took a photo of the document signed by Xun Yuming today and sent it to the person in charge of the research institute. When the computer asks whether to store the photo, a default address box pops up on the screen.
Zhuang Yi didn't know, so he clicked on one of the documents, which was a patent transfer letter and a non-disclosure agreement. Judging from the date, it seemed that it was Dr. Xun Yuming's third-year research results, but it was transferred to a man named Matthew Torres for free. professor.
Matthew Torres.
It's a very familiar name, I seem to have heard it somewhere.
[two]
Zhuang Yi University encountered a lot of resistance when he changed his major after graduation. As Xun Yuming said, psychology, like clinical medicine, is a discipline that pays great attention to systematic training, and it is very difficult to apply for cross-professional applications.
What's more, when he was discharged from the hospital, there was less than half a month left before the application deadline for doctoral candidates. Zhuang Yi has no foundation in psychology, secondly, he has no time to prepare for the exam, and thirdly, he does not have the endorsement of a practitioner in psychology. After much consideration and comprehensive consideration of the opinions of the professors, he finally gave up Stanford and went to Dartmouth to study for a master's degree. It was not until two years later that he returned to Stanford to study for a doctorate.
At the beginning, he was eager to go back, mainly because he couldn't let go of Xun Yuming. Being able to go to the same school with him, knowing that he was reading in a certain corner of the campus, the gap in his heart seemed to be filled suddenly, even though It's okay not to be together.
It happened that two professors in Stanford's admissions office appreciated Zhuang Yi very much that year. Originally, the master's degree in social psychology required three years, but the two made an exception and gave him a chance to take the exam in the second year. And Zhuang Yi lived up to expectations, and was admitted to the School of Psychology with a score close to 1.5 grade points beyond the second place.
He remembered that one of those two people seemed to be called Matthew Torres. There are many people with the same name in the world, but the same name and surname, and these two people are both professors in a university, the probability is so small that it is almost negligible.
Zhuang Yi closed the file page, and just about to click on the folder next to him, the person on the bed suddenly moved. Xun Yuming woke up drowsily, looked at him with both eyes, and said hoarsely: "... Zhuang Yi?"
"I'm here." Zhuang Yi closed the computer, sat down and asked, "How do you feel? Does the wound hurt?"
He was undergoing endoscopic surgery, and there were no traces on the surface of the skin, but several hemostatic clips were placed in the stomach, and the sutures would inevitably cause continuous pain. Now that the anesthesia is not effective, it shouldn't be hard to endure.
Xun Yuming held a blood pressure meter on his middle finger, he stretched out his index finger and thumb, tugged at Zhuang Yi's clothes, and said, "Zhuang Yi?"
"It's me." Zhuang Yi touched his forehead, there was no sign of fever, probably because he just woke up, anesthesia and painkillers made him a little confused. "It's me, if you don't believe me, touch it."
He grabbed Xun Yuming's right hand and put it on his body. A confused look slowly formed in the latter's eyes, "Is it really you?"
Zhuang Yi smiled and asked, "Who am I?"
"I..." Xun Yuming raised his head and looked around with an expression of disbelief, "Where am I?"
"You're in the ward." Zhuang Yi said, "Are you high on too much morphine? Why don't you even know who you are?"
Hearing this, Xun Yuming couldn't help laughing, frowning while laughing, and there was a faint stabbing pain from the wound. Zhuang Yi pressed his shoulders and ordered: "Don't laugh, little fool, the wound will burst in a while."
"Hmm..." Xun Yuming closed his eyes obediently, and after a short pause, he shouted again: "Ah, I miss you so much!"
"..."
Zhuang Yi couldn't help rolling his eyes, and asked with a smile, "Who do you miss?"
"I miss you hahahaha." Xun Yuming opened his mouth and started laughing loudly again, as if a switch in his body was short-circuited, some words poked his nerves, he smiled and burst into tears, " Woooo, I miss you... I really want to eat an orange!"
"..."
Zhuang Yi wiped his tears, and asked helplessly: "What do I have to do with oranges? Huh? Say, do you want oranges more, or me more?"
Will he miss it too
Zhuang Yi thought he had no heart at all.
Xun Yuming frowned, as if this was a more difficult problem than launching a satellite, he thought for a moment, then smiled and said, "Hahahaha, your head is like a potato!"
"..."
Sure enough, he was going crazy, the little flame in Zhuang Yi's heart was flickering, he threw away his hand, and said in a deep voice: "Just be silly!" He turned around and went out to find the doctor.
When he and Lao Zhan came back to watch, Xun Yuming fell asleep again. Zhuang Yi sighed, and even suspected that he was deliberately teasing himself. Lao Zhan said: "Doctor Xiao Xun may be sensitive to painkillers. Tsk, this situation is not uncommon, it is not common, I will try to adjust the dose for him."
Zhuang Yi thanked him, sent him away, and the room became quiet again. He lay down on the accompanying bed and prepared to rest. He didn’t feel sleepy in the dead of night. He took out his mobile phone and sent a text message to a classmate who was studying at Stanford, asking if he had the contact information of Professor Matthew.
Early the next morning, Xun Yuming woke up faintly, with a lump in his head, which was worse than the dizziness after a hangover. He struggled to get up, remembering the sudden stomach bleeding last night when he was drinking with Zhuang Yi, and looking at the surrounding environment, he understood most of it.
Xun Yuming shook the head of the hospital bed, saw his computer was still turned on on the sofa, his heart suddenly missed a beat.
Zhuang Yi came back after breakfast, and as soon as he entered the door, he heard him ask: "Did you touch my computer?"
"I'm awake." Zhuang Yi put down a cup of millet porridge and said, "I went to your house to bring it for you yesterday, I'm afraid you need to use it when you wake up."
Xun Yuming said "Oh", looked at him, pretended to be casual and said: "Why don't you close it, it's always open and out of power."
He looked guilty, but Zhuang Yi didn't show it. He closed the screen and said, "I forgot, I wanted to use your computer to send an email yesterday, but I didn't get in because of the password."
Hearing this, Xun Yuming secretly breathed a sigh of relief: "Thank you for sending me to the hospital yesterday, I..." It seems that I thank him every day, too many times, and he is too embarrassed to say it again.
"You're welcome." Zhuang Yi went to the bathroom to rinse a towel, handed it to him, and said, "Don't forget to pay the bill at Haiwan after you leave the hospital."
Xun Yuming wiped his face, returned the towel to him, took the toothbrush from him, stuffed it into his mouth and said, "You can tie it for me, and I will transfer it to you. By the way, what about the contract I signed last night?" ? Can you show me again?"
Zhuang Yi opened the drawer of the bedside table, took out a document and gave it to him, and asked with a smile: "Why, do you want to go back on your word?"
"No." Xun Yuming hurriedly brushed his teeth, rinsed his mouth with the cup in his hand, and said, "I just want to look at the specific contract again,"
He found the page he had revised, and wondered, "Isn't this the document from yesterday?" He signed and pressed his fingerprints on the document last night, but there was no trace of it on the contract in front of him.
Zhuang Yi came back after emptying the spittoon, sat by the bed, and said, "I typed a new copy, and that one was broken. You changed it like an overlord clause yesterday. Taking advantage of others, the contract is flawed and not effective enough. "
No wonder.
Xun Yuming took a pen and re-signed the last page, still changing the "twenty percent" after the transfer right to "one hundred percent". When he was pressing his fingerprints, Zhuang Yi grabbed him and warned, "Have you thought about it? Once you sign this letter, in case your research is really realized in the future, you won't even get a penny."
Once the ownership is transferred, even if he develops some shocking cutting-edge technology, he will only have the naming right in the future. Zhuang Yi invested in his project, half because he hated Ren Xueyuan, and half because of personal feelings, and he didn't intend to take advantage of him. He was dying last night, seeing that he was about to die, so he had no choice but to follow him, but now it is not the same.
"I didn't even want to make money." Xun Yuming stretched out his hand to press his fingerprints without hesitation.
He wants to win an award, he is eager to win an award, and he never hides this. The Field Medal of Medicine is a great incentive for all medical practitioners. If everyone is ashamed to admit their ambitions and is ashamed of their own ambitions, then all awards in all industries will be meaningless.
But he doesn't want to make money, or in other words, he doesn't have such an extreme desire to make money. For him, enough money is enough, and winning an award is of great significance, it means that his ability is affirmed, the value of his existence is realized, and that determines who he is.
Moreover, since the last time he was selected for the award, the entire medical community has regarded him as God's darling. However, in a competition for top awards like Field, nominations are already rare, not to mention that he was ranked second at the beginning. Xun Yuming is fed up with being questioned wherever he goes, and fed up with all the people who are jealous of him ridiculing him with "getting the prize first". Winning another award is equivalent to giving everyone who ridiculed him a slap in the face.
More importantly, this research itself is very meaningful. It can not only solve many difficult diseases that are still helpless, but also cure Zhuang Yi's left hand that still has sequelae.
"As long as you support my research and don't let your personal feelings affect your work, I don't care how much money I make, whether I get a dividend or not."
Zhuang Yi smiled, nodded and said: "From today—no, from the day you are discharged from the hospital, as the employer, I will supervise your research, help you solve possible problems, and overcome the bottleneck period. I hope you will make money for me as soon as possible."
"make a deal."
Xun Yuming smiled, turned on the phone, clicked on WeChat, found the laboratory chat group, and added Zhuang Yi into it. Zhuang Yi turned on the screen and saw the group name, the corner of his mouth twitched: "..."
"Has Teacher Xun returned from devotion?"
Clicking on the group business card, Zhuang Yi changed his note name to "Gold Master", and distributed a dozen or so red envelopes in the group. The power of Qian should not be underestimated, and the six people who were diving were instantly blown out by him.
Mushroom Head: "Thank you Dad, look up to the big brother!"
Xiao Zhou: "Looking up to the boss +1"
Xiao Wu: "+1"
Xiao Zheng: "+1"
Xiao Wang: "+1"
Cen Ji: "Did Teacher Xun let go of his anger this morning?"
Xun Yuming was upset that he didn't snatch the red envelopes, when he suddenly saw this sentence, his face turned red, and he hurriedly sent a few red envelopes to post Cen Ji's news.
After being reminded by him, Zhuang Yi recalled Lao Zhan's instructions last night, put away his mobile phone and asked, "Did you...did you exhaust your gas in the morning?"
After gastric perforation surgery, you must pass gas before you can start eating. Xun Yuming cleared his throat and said, "Cough...not yet."
Zhuang Yi nodded, put away the porridge and said, "Then drink it later."
Xun Yuming agreed indiscriminately, and leaned on the pillow to read the news on his mobile phone boredly. He was usually too busy to touch the floor, but he still felt uncomfortable when he was free. In addition to the friend request from Haiwan, replying to a few condolence messages, Xun Yuming clicked on Chen Linlin's dialog box, and suddenly remembered something.
"What's the date today?"
Zhuang Yi received a reply from a classmate. The other party said that Matthew had resigned and he could not be contacted, but he sent another professor's email address. He was editing the email, and he didn't think too much when he heard Xun Yuming's question, and said casually, "Twenty-nine."
Previously, he and Ren Xueyuan had an appointment on the 8th, but it was rescheduled again and again, and it was delayed until yesterday.
Xun Yuming sat up suddenly, feeling a sharp pain in his stomach. He held his stomach and took a breath, and asked, "Didn't you go to Rome to attend a seminar at the end of the month?!"
As soon as the voice fell, there was only a "poof".
Zhuang Yi gave him the porridge and said, "Drink it."
[three]
Xun Yuming was discharged after lying in the hospital for a week. With his illness, not only the previously scheduled wake-up operation had to be postponed, but Zhuang Yi did not go to Rome either. Zhuang Yi still wants to keep it a secret, how can he hide this kind of thing.
Cen Ji patted him on the shoulder and said, "Oh, it's already like this, so don't even think about it."
With a lollipop in his mouth, Xiao Zhou said with a smile, "Why don't you give up something for him in the future, and you two will be equal."
Mushroom head said angrily: "You will talk nonsense."
Fatty Wang agreed: "That's right, how can this kind of thing be evened out."
Xiao Zhou smiled at Mushroom Head, and made a fist gesture to Fatty Wang.
Cen Ji said again: "Hey, let me tell you, the case that Mr. Zhuang introduced to us..."
"It's for me." Xun Yuming corrected.
"Ah, anyway, it's the operation of the relative of the leader's family." Cen Ji's eyebrows danced brightly, and the emotions on his face changed so quickly, it was like a face changing in a Sichuan opera. They are discussing in private that the doctors in our department are all staring at this piece of fat lamb! I can assure you that Xiao Sun and Xiao Zhao will definitely have to find trouble again if others don’t say it. And those seniors , Director Liu, Director Wang, Director Qian... all of them want to be the chief surgeon."
"How did they know?" Zhuang Yi didn't tell anyone except Lao Chen and himself.
"I heard it was written on the news." Cen Ji said, "Their family members accepted some kind of interview before they returned to China, saying that they would come to Xiwan Hospital for treatment, and the people in our hospital saw it."
Xun Yuming said: "Then what did Dean Chen say?"
This operation is a good opportunity given to him by Zhuang Yi, not only because of the background of the patient, but also because the operation is quite difficult and has attracted international attention. If he can do it well, it will be a beautiful turnaround. It is enough to block the mouths of those who make irresponsible remarks.
"This matter was not made public, they just talked about it in private." Mushroom Head said, "Dean Chen didn't express his position either, teacher, please don't be careless."
Xun Yuming's pressure increased sharply, he took a deep breath and nodded: "Understood."
While talking, someone knocked on the door.
Xiao Zhou ran over to have a look, and said with a smile, "Dr. Zhuang is here, looking for the teacher, Dr. Zhuang is here! Hey, who is this handsome guy?"
Xun Yuming got up from the mattress, looked around, and saw Zhuang Yi and Haiwan walking in together. Mushroom head observed his words, tugged at the corner of Cen Ji's clothes, and said, "Teacher, hurry up and eat, we're leaving first, it's almost half past six."
The six people understood and left together.
Haiwanwan put down the fruit basket and asked him, "How is Dr. Xun? I'm here to see you."
Xun Yuming leaned against the wall and sat up, and said with a smile, "Why do you still bring something? I'm fine. It's not a big problem."
"Isn't this a serious problem?!" Haiwan sat cross-legged on the floor, raised his eyebrows and said, "You scared us to death, Zhuang Yi's face turned pale that day, and his forehead was full of blue veins. You are doing well, Otherwise, he will be distressed to death."
Xun Yuming looked at Zhuang Yi, and Zhuang Yi looked at him, without making a sound, went to the kitchen to cut some fruits, and brought them to Haiwan expressionlessly.
"Is Dr. Zhuang gagging me?" Haiwan smiled, blinked at Xun Yuming, and took apart the black lunch box he brought, and put it on the small wooden table beside the bed. "Actually, I'm here to deliver food. You have to try it. Zhuang Yiqian reminded me that I must cook something light and easy to digest for you. We will make you some porridge and serve it with side dishes."
Xun Yuming said his thanks, and saw that there were three kinds of dishes, cloud leg mixed with shepherd's purse, three delicacies tofu soup, and a dish of boiled cabbage heart, the taste was very light, but it was indeed delicious. Haiwan put down his lunch box, held a dragon fruit in his arms, and said, "Then I'm leaving, you guys eat slowly, I'll eat this on the way."
Zhuang Yi smiled, sent him away, and brought Xun Yuming a bowl of porridge when he came back, "You're hungry."
"It's okay, I haven't digested what I ate in the morning."
Xun Yuming was wearing baggy pajamas, leaning on a big pillow, and he was particularly awkward when serving the porridge bowl. He didn't dare to bend down, for fear of touching the wound and it would hurt again. There was no painkiller injection for the past two days, but it was even more uncomfortable than in the hospital. I was in poor spirits and lost my appetite, and I was tired of eating porridge every day.
Zhuang Yi saw that his posture was not up and down, so he simply brought a bowl to feed him: "Illness is gone, just bear with it. Tomorrow I will ask Wanwan to make you dragon beard noodles for a different taste."
"No need." Xun Yuming shook his head, "It's so troublesome. You've been running to my place these days, won't you delay things?"
Having already missed the seminar, he didn't want to make him run around again. Then again, even the seminar was delayed, so what else is there
Thinking of this, Xun Yuming became upset, pushed away the bowl and said, "I can't eat anymore, you can eat, don't waste it."
Zhuang Yi put down the bowl, sighed, and said, "If you can't go to the seminar this year, you can go next year. It's not that it won't be held in the future. I'm relieved if I don't go, but it's not all because of you."
He said it easily, before Chen Linlin said that he had been preparing for this seminar for more than half a year, and it would be a pity not to go. Xun Yuming lowered his head and remained silent. Zhuang Yi said: "Are you angry?"
"No." Xun Yuming said lightly.
"You're angry." This time he used an affirmative sentence.
Zhuang Yi couldn't help being annoyed: "What does it matter to you whether I go to the seminar or not? Why are you angry?"
Hearing his bad tone, Xun Yuming also became irritable: "Yes, I am angry. I am angry that you gave up such an important job opportunity; I am even more angry that you are affecting your work for me."
He loves this favor, and he loves his career even more.
Zhuang Yi twitched the corners of his mouth, and said with a sneer: "Work, work, work, you only have work in your mind, what else do you have in your mind besides work?!"
and you.
Xun Yuming didn't dare to say it, he couldn't say it, his eyes turned hot, and he said with a straight face: "Work is all I have, without it, I have nothing."
Zhuang Yi propped his forehead with one hand, sighed, got up and said, "I'm leaving, you can eat by yourself." He picked up his coat, slammed the door and left.
Xun Yuming got up and walked to the door, there was nothing beyond the cat's eyes. Tears were like a flood that burst a bank. He raised his head, his jaw twitched constantly, and there seemed to be a knife twisting in his stomach. Holding onto the wall and falling to the ground, he finally couldn't help it, and trembled silently.
The weather forecast says it will rain tonight, the sky will be cloudy, and the sea will be windy. Zhuang Yi held the steering wheel with his left hand, and his ring finger couldn't help convulsing. He lit a cigarette, took a few puffs, and slowly calmed down.
The phone ticked.
Zhuang Yi dusted off the cigarette, opened it, and there was a reply letter from the professor lying in the mailbox.
"Hi Zhuang Yi,
I'm sorry that I can't give you a definite answer to what happened back then. Because it was Matthew Torres' idea to admit you exceptionally, it was he who insisted on telling me that you were an excellent student, and it was he who insisted on giving you a chance to take the exam.
Due to Matthew's strength, our team members had to make compromises in the group discussion, which led to the following things. As for the reason why Matthew did this, we don't know, maybe it's your appreciation. Sadly he has since left medical school and I don't think I can help you with the answer anymore.
I don't know what bothers you about this matter after so many years. Your admissions process is completely legal, you don't have to worry about that. And it turns out, Matthew was right, you are really good. You were admitted to the school relying on your strength, but your luck is just a last resort. I hope you don't worry about it.
Good luck, West Kane. "
Thinking of the patent transfer letter he saw that day, and looking at the email again, Zhuang Yi extinguished his cigarette butt, turned the steering wheel, and drove towards the hospital dormitory. Sure enough, it began to rain lightly on the road, pattering, ticking. He ignored the umbrella, parked the car on the side of the road, and ran upstairs in two or three steps.
Xun Yuming heard someone knock on the door, and opened the lock slowly, only to see Zhuang Yi go and come back, standing outside the door: "Matthew Torres, you bribed him, didn't you?"
Matthew Torres is a professor in the School of Medicine. When they were undergraduates at Stanford, they studied biology. It is impossible for him to know himself, let alone know how good he is, let alone persuade others to admit him.
The only person who can interact with him is Xun Yuming.
Zhuang Yi vaguely guessed that after Xun Yuming entered the medical school, the research project he was in charge of produced results. At the same time, Matthew Torres, a professor at the School of Medicine, became a member of the school's admissions panel. In order to allow himself to enter the School of Psychology for a Ph.D., Xun Yuming reached a private deal with Matthew and transferred his patent to him free of charge.
"I don't know what you're talking about." Xun Yuming gripped the door tightly, his knuckles turning pale.
"Who told you to do this?" Zhuang Yi instantly understood Xun Yuming's mood just now. If he really loves someone, how can he be willing to let the other person sacrifice for himself.
Xun Yuming turned around and said, "It's raining, you go back." With a wave of his hand, the door was thrown back.
Zhuang Yi grabbed hold of it, squeezed into the room, held the door open and said, "You don't need to deny it, I have read your patent transfer letter, and I also asked Professor Kane who was in the admissions team back then."
He lied: "He told me that you gave Matthew the patent, and Matthew persuaded them to recruit me into the School of Psychology."
Xun Yuming's face turned blue and white, and his whole body began to tremble finely again, asking hoarsely, "Did you look at my computer!?"
Zhuang Yi slammed the door shut, with a slightly apologetic expression, and said with downcast eyes: "Yes, I accidentally saw it when I sent the email."
"You..." Xun Yuming looked at him, his pupils shrank suddenly, as if he felt deep fear, "What else did you look at? What did you turn over?"
"I didn't." Zhuang Yi saw that his expression had changed drastically, and the way he vomited blood and fell down suddenly flashed before his eyes, he couldn't help being frightened, and hugged him horizontally. "I really didn't. I didn't bring my computer that day. The buttons on my phone were too small and I didn't want to use them, so I used your computer. But I clicked in by accident, and I didn't rummage through your things."
"That's not OK!"
Xun Yuming gasped for breath, a layer of sweat dripped from his forehead, he was emotional just now and accidentally pulled the wound.
Zhuang Yi put him on the mattress, covered him with a quilt, and said softly: "Lie down and don't move." He went to the kitchen and poured a glass of warm water, and fed him the old medicine.
Xun Yuming drank two sips of water, clutched his stomach and curled up on the bed, his eyelids were circled red, and his eyelashes kept shaking.
Zhuang Yi put him in his arms, patted his back lightly, and asked in his ear: "Tell me, why did you do that?"