When Cong Rong passed by, he saw a large pot of spicy hot pot on the table. Several of his students were drooling around the table and watched eagerly. When they saw her, they smiled and called their cousin.
Cong Rong has long been used to these extra cousins, and responded with a smile, then subconsciously went to look for Wen Shaoqing, wanting to see his wounds.
A boy saw Cong Rong looking around, and pointed to the bedroom with a smile, "The boss's clothes were splashed with oil, he went inside to change."
"Oh," Cong Rong continued to look around nonchalantly, "I didn't look for him, I was looking for a way out."
As soon as he finished speaking, he didn't know where Rang Yiyi was lying down to play before. He probably heard his name, trotted over, and stopped a few steps away to look at Cong Rong.
Zhong Zhen walked over and touched its head, "What's wrong with it? Didn't it like jumping out to scare you the most before? Why did it appear so gentle this time? Is it sick?"
While talking, he yelled at Wen Shaoqing who came out of the bedroom: "Boss, come and see, is Rang Yirang sick?!"
Cong Rong also noticed that since the last time Let Yirang suddenly jumped out and hit her on the head, every time he got along with her, he was very docile. He walked over to take a closer look, and agreed: "It seems to be really sick. gone."
Wen Shaoqing looked at the two siblings speechlessly. Regardless of their ignorance and interest, these two probably belonged to them. He called out: "Let me go!"
Let Yirang jump up to Wen Shaoqing alive and kicking, and Wen Shaoqing gave the order: "Jump twice."
Let Yirang jump up obediently.
"Go away."
Rang Yirang lay down on the ground and rolled twice.
Only then did Wen Shaoqing raise his eyebrows and look at Cong Rong, "I'm not sick, I'm jubilant."
Zhong Zhen felt fresh, "Give way, get out."
Jean Yirang glanced at him, but didn't move.
Zhong Zhen repeated again unwillingly, "Give way, get out."
Jean Yirang ran over and bumped into him, then ran away.
A group of people laughed, but Cong Rong didn't smile, and his eyes fell on Wen Shaoqing's left hand from beginning to end. There was no blood on the white gauze, and the wound should have been treated again.
Wen Shaoqing saw her staring at her hand without any concealment, and handed it to her generously, "Do you want to take another look?"
The image of two entangled hands immediately appeared in Cong Rong's mind, and the palms and fingertips seemed to still feel the temperature at that time. She looked away slightly, coughed lightly to change the subject, "Let's eat."
Wen Shaoqing smiled slightly and didn't make things difficult for her, "There is another dish in the kitchen, I'll serve it."
Zhong Zhen was the closest to the kitchen, and immediately walked over, "I'll go, I'll go."
Wen Shaoqing nodded, "Well, I'm going to wash my hands."
Something was wrong when Zhong Zhen came out of the kitchen with a big blue and white porcelain deep dish, and kept sneaking glances at Cong Rong.
Cong Rong didn't know why, and he didn't know why until he saw that dish.
A few students leaned over to look at it with fresh faces, discussing while watching. They probably didn't know that dish when they were young, but Cong Rong did, it was called Li Hongzhang's hodgepodge.
This dish is very particular about cooking, with chicken offal, tripe slices, ham, gluten, shiitake mushrooms, mountain bamboo shoots, sea cucumbers, etc. as the bottom, fried with sesame oil, then put into a clay pot, served with green onion, sliced ginger, white wine, and refined salt , monosodium glutamate, chicken powder, white pepper powder, sugar, soy sauce, etc., add chicken broth, cooked lard, simmer slowly until the oily vegetables are cooked before serving.
When she was young, her grandmother, that is, Zhong Zhen's grandmother, often made it. Later, the old man passed away, and this dish never appeared on the family table again.
Cong Rong hadn't seen or thought of this dish for a long time, and was a little dazed when he suddenly smelled the familiar smell.
When the old man left suddenly, Cong Rong was studying abroad, and when he received the news, the old man had already left. She didn't see the old man for the last time, and this matter has always been a knot in Cong Rong's heart.
Zhong Zhen and Cong Rong looked at each other, leaned close to her ear and said in a low voice: "Cousin, do you think you have a close relationship with my boss? It was fine in the game before, but in reality, you like petty lowercase letters , he just copied so many medical books in teeny lowercase letters; your game ID is Sakura, he is so precious and gave you the cherry blossom cup; and now, you are so close to grandma, you haven’t eaten this dish for so many years It's time for the dish, he actually made this dish... The fate is not shallow..."
Cong Rong glanced at Zhong Zhen, and for the first time did not reprimand him for talking nonsense.
What Zhong Zhen didn't know was that several years ago, they had already met each other "by a close relationship".
When Wen Shaoqing came back after washing his hands, he saw that Cong Rong was still staring blankly at the dish, which was in stark contrast to the group of hungry ghost reincarnated children next to him, so he asked, "Why don't you eat it?"
Zhong Zhen's mouth was full of oil, "Eat, eat! Cousin, here are your chopsticks."
Cong Rong was absent-minded after eating a meal. He had been staring at his hands before, but now he was staring at his face.
When Wen Shaoqing noticed her abnormality and looked over, she quickly looked away, and then her eyes drifted nonchalantly, and when he stopped looking at her, she looked over again.
After a few times, Wen Shaoqing simply stopped caring about her.
A group of people didn't have lunch at all, so they quickly ate the two big pots of vegetables, and they didn't forget to praise their boss for his good craftsmanship.
Cong Rong went to the kitchen to wash the dishes as usual, but Wen Shaoqing was not polite to her because her hands were inconvenient.
A group of children who were full were alive again, laughing excitedly and discussing the day's affairs.
"Actually, I've long wanted to beat them up!"
"Me too, me too! Boss, you are so handsome during the day!"
"From today onwards, I will exercise well, so that I won't be at a disadvantage when I fight next time!"
Wen Shaoqing looked over and raised his eyebrows slightly, "Exercising is okay, but you can't use what you taught today until you can't bear it! Otherwise, what would the hospital be like? A fighting field? Remember?"
A group of children nodded obediently, "Remember."
"remember."
"..."
Wen Shaoqing's brows moved slightly, afraid of misleading them, he thought for a while, and then said seriously: "The relationship between doctors and patients is indeed very tense now, and there are fewer and fewer people who are willing to study medicine, including you, even after graduation. I will become a doctor. It is a tragedy for the society to have no doctors in the world. No one wants to see this kind of result. Sometimes I resist appropriately, just to let the chilling people see hope. You must know that fighting itself cannot solve any problems. And fighting is wrong. Many things, perhaps from the moment you choose to fight, you are completely wrong. You call me a teacher, why is a teacher a teacher? It’s just purely preaching and teaching karma to solve doubts? My understanding is I also want to show goodness and give hope. In addition to the theory in textbooks and clinical experience, what I can teach you is how to let you go on this difficult road. Today’s things will be reversed, and tomorrow I will wear The white coat, as in the oath sworn by all medical students, must abide by medical ethics, respect teachers and discipline, save lives and heal the wounded, and spare no effort, you are, and so am I."
At some point, Cong Rong turned off the tap and listened quietly to the voices in the living room outside. Through a glass door, only his vague figure can be seen, but his voice is still clean and clear, just like his own person.
Cong Rong remembered a sentence I read a long time ago, the person I like has light in him, but the light does not shine, and he is like the light.
She suddenly remembered that when her little aunt called her some time ago, she mentioned Zhong Zhen's tutor, which probably meant that Zhong Zhen said that her teacher was very young, and she was worried that he could not teach Zhong Zhen well. How did she reply to her little aunt
Oh, I remembered, she said, Wen Shaoqing's medical skills and medical ethics are all right, he comes from a medical family and has a strong character, even if Zhong Zhen didn't learn well, it's his own fault.
Maybe when she answered at that time, she had brought personal feelings into it, but now it seems that he is indeed like this. At this moment, Wen Shaoqing is dignified and noble. Her little brother, who is not four or six years old, doesn't know what good deeds he did in his previous life to meet such a good teacher in this life.
Several students were silent for a long time, and it took a long time before they spoke with red eyes: "Boss, don't worry, we won't fight randomly."
Zhong Zhen clenched his fists and made an oath, "Yes! Boss, we will definitely study hard and make progress every day!"
"Really?" Wen Shaoqing glanced at him and asked calmly, "Then why hasn't your paper appeared in my mailbox yet?"
"Uh..." Zhong Zhen's blood was instantly extinguished, "Boss, I'm probably sick, and my lazy cancer is getting worse."
"Lazy cancer?" Wen Shaoqing glanced at Zhong Zhen casually, "This disease cannot be cured by the current medical level, so you can just dig a hole and bury yourself!"
Zhong Zhen sneered. He knew that Wen Shaoqing had always had high demands on them in this regard, and he didn't show any affection at all. He could only secretly decide to stay up late tomorrow to write a thesis.
Fortunately, Wen Shaoqing didn't continue this topic. He glanced at the clock on the wall and waved his hand, "Go back and rest early. I will go to the hospital early tomorrow morning. I have other things to deal with."
A group of people asked suspiciously, "What else is there?"
Wen Shaoqing bent his index finger and tapped on the table, "Won't the medical office talk to you when you fight in the hospital? And the school, do you think the school will praise you?"
A group of people immediately lost their spirits and complained softly: "Then the boss, you are still a professor, and you also fight."
Wen Shaoqing supported his forehead and sighed slowly, with a complicated look on his face, "So, my problem is more troublesome..."