Day 08 21:23
As soon as these words came out, the bench in the emergency hall seemed to be automatically coated with a layer of 502 glue, which firmly adhered to Song Ran's pants and could not be pulled up. Song Ran sat there angrily and waited. Five minutes later, he was picked up by someone sent by He Zhiyuan.
He was picked up by a young doctor named Zhan Yuwen.
As his name suggests, Dr. Zhan is gentle in appearance, meticulous in his work, rigorous and responsible. The only drawback is that he is a little sullen and sulky, likes to walk with his pockets in his pockets, and is taciturn when driving. He only plays music and does not speak. Song Ran suppressed his nameless anger and wanted to speak ill of Mr. He very much. On second thought, Dr. Zhan was a priest sent by the enemy camp to recruit security, not an allied army, so he had to swallow the bad words and hide behind him depressed. Block, trying to incubate eggs with body temperature.
The road bypass lights flickered on and off, and as the vehicle galloped through the windows, it flickered and flickered, making people drowsy.
Song Ran quickly lowered his head and fell asleep while holding the seat belt on his chest. The car seemed to stop in his sleep, someone woke him up, helped him get out of the car, and then tossed all the way for some reason, and when he regained a little consciousness, he was already lying on the bed.
"Wake up? Want to vomit?"
Zhan Yuwen stood by the bed with a glass of warm water in his hand and shook the plastic bag.
Song Ran said no, Zhan Yuwen put the water cup on the bedside table, put away the plastic bag, and took out a shiny thermometer: "It's not a big problem, it's not necessarily a symptom of chickenpox, it may just be a fever caused by a cold. Take your temperature."
Song Ran asked, "Where's Bubu?"
As soon as the base of his tongue cooled, the thermometer was stuffed in, and he lightly bit the glass tube.
Zhan Yuwen replied, "Bubu is sleeping at his house tonight, and Lin Hui is in charge of taking care of him. He can only come over when he finds out your chickenpox history."
"Oh." Song Ran felt a little depressed, and slipped into the quilt silently, "Doctor Zhan, thank you today."
Zhan Yuwen shrugged casually: "No thanks. I'm Mr. He's family doctor, and it's my serious job to take care of you and Boob."
He said it naturally, but Song Ran turned his head awkwardly - why does this sound so strange
Zhan Yuwen pretended not to see his embarrassment and asked, "Can you sleep on your sofa?"
Song Ran heard that he was going to stay overnight, and said quickly, "No, no, go home and rest, I'm fine now, I'll contact you if anything happens!"
"Oh, that's the way it is." Zhan Yuwen coughed twice, put his hands in his pockets and bent down, approaching Song Ran's ear, and whispered, "Your lady Lin Huilin has a really cute personality. I just ate it. An omelet rice that she made with her own hands, I still want to eat a few more meals."
Song Ran looked shocked and almost bit the thermometer.
Is this human-like doctor Gao Leng a sullen satyr wearing a mask
Zhan Yuwen took off his "mask" and winked at him with sly fox eyes: "For my personal happiness, please keep this secret for me."
Song Ran: "Okay, okay."
Anyway, Dr. Zhan is at least a straight man. For Lin Hui, who has been chasing three gays in a row, it is not easy enough to recruit a straight man who actively pursues her.
You can't beat the mandarin ducks, absolutely not!
Song Ran's favorability for Zhan Yuwen rose straight back to 80, and he kindly threw an olive branch: "The sofa is too rough, why don't you sleep on my bed? I'll give you half of it."
Zhan Yuwen's ears rang loudly, and he thought, "Where did I get the bear-hearted leopard gall to share the bed with you, Mr. He must not tear me apart?"
He had a slight misunderstanding of the relationship between Song Ran and He Zhiyuan, and he politely declined on the pretext that he was not used to sleeping in other people's beds. Song Ran had no choice but to withdraw the invitation, took out the thermometer, pointed to the wardrobe and said, "There are quilts and pillows in it, you can sleep on the sofa thicker, turn on the air conditioner at night, and the remote control is in the drawer of the coffee table. Also, protect you. face, my cat is quite noisy, and may step on your face when you are hungry in the morning."
"sure."
Zhan Yuwen agreed casually, but did not really listen to this well-meaning advice. He took the thermometer and glanced at the scale, gave Songran a "don't worry, I won't die" look, turned around and took the quilt from the closet, carried the quilt with one hand, put one hand in his pocket, and went out very handsome.
As the saying goes, sickness comes like a mountain falling, and sickness goes like a thread.
Song Ran took a fever-reducing injection that night. The body temperature first fell off a cliff, and then climbed up like a rocket. It was like throwing into the refrigerator and the oven in turn and squatting.
Early the next morning, a shrill scream broke through his eardrums, and Song Ran sat up in fright. The colorful, chaotic patches of color reflected on the wall, deformed and overlapped, making him feel dizzy.
Now let him stare at the palette with naked eyes, it is estimated that red and green are not clear.
The door opened, and the little whirlwind Bubu rushed in, jumped onto the bed like a spring ball, threw himself into Songran's arms, and said coquettishly, "Brother, I haven't seen you all night, I miss you so much!"
There were a few more rashes on the child's face, painted with white ointment, resembling a warm little Dalmatian dog.
Song Ran hugged him firmly and said with a smile, "Brother misses you too."
In the living room, Zhan Yuwen's high-decibel screaming has not stopped, and the gasping sound is broken into pieces, as if he is out of breath. Lin Hui laughed heartlessly beside him, how to hear and gloat at misfortune.
Song Ran suspected that it was Budoudou who stepped on Zhan Yuwen's face early in the morning, or more simply, sat on someone's face.
This has really happened before.
Just as he was thinking, the suspect jumped onto the bed lightly, stepped on the pillow and walked to him, his blue eyes staring at him proudly, with no guilt in them. Seeing that Song Ran didn't move, Budoudou meowed twice, his head was lowered, and he was about to hit him hard.
Before the comet hit the earth, Song Ran responded in time and quickly directed Boo Bo to open a can of tuna.
Budoudou moved his nose and turned into an arrow from the string, chasing after the scent of the can.
so close.
This comet weighs twelve pounds and was almost crippled.
Two minutes later, Song Ran had an epiphany. Zhan Yuwen's terrifying scream was most likely fake, just to make Lin Hui smile. Because when Zhan Yuwen walked into the bedroom with a fritter in his mouth and looked at Budoudou who was squatting beside him to eat, the calm contempt on his face was like a cat like air.
That's right, serious doctors have done a lot of autopsies on corpses. How could they be afraid of a cat
Dr. Zhan's scheming should belong to a cat.
The "feline animal" Zhan Yuwen gave Songran a simple health check and concluded that he had a severe cold, but chickenpox could be basically ruled out, but Songran was still worried. Zhan Yuwen sat down beside the bed and told him, "You had chickenpox in November 2002 and you have antibodies. Although the immunity rate is not 100%, Boob's symptoms are very mild and the probability of infection is low."
Song Ran was puzzled: "How do you know?"
Zhan Yuwen spread his hands: "I don't know, but your boss He knows that he checked it out for you yesterday."
Song Ran touched her hot forehead and became more and more confused.
He said that he had no father or mother, and was born in a welfare institution, but he did not reveal any more information. Mr. He doesn't even know where he is from, how can he find out his medical history
Seeing him frown, Zhan Yuwen couldn't help but rejoice: "Are you doubting Mr. He's strength? Let's put it this way, as long as one computer and one network cable, there is no data that Mr. He cannot find, including your medical records."
"I... my medical records?!"
Song Ran's eyes widened, his face was pale, and his mind exploded.
Zhan Yuwen didn't notice the sudden change in his expression, and continued: "He is always an expert in data security. In other words, he is also a first-class hacker. As soon as he hung up the phone last night, he found a way to check your medical records. Rest assured, you have chickenpox antibodies and the risk of getting it again is very small."
"… Oh."
Song Ran nodded dully, and suddenly fell silent.
He stopped talking, grabbed the quilt with both hands, bowed into the warm, soft and dark place, covered his face, hugged his knees, curled himself into a ball, his body trembled slightly.
In his medical records, there is a secret that he does not want to reveal.
Not a serious disease.
Not serious.
Song Ran has convinced himself countless times that he has just been sick for too long and has not been able to really recover. Occasionally, it will trouble his life a little bit. But he has learned to exercise restraint, cover up carefully, never be noticed by others, and rarely receive strange eyes again.
But this secret, he only did not want to be known by Mr. He.
He's not as good as he used to be.
If a perfect child has minor flaws, he is still beloved. And a child with many flaws is already on the verge of being accepted or rejected by others. If there is another unpleasant thing...
No one knows what will happen.
Song Ran felt that she was a Russian nesting doll, well hidden under a gorgeous shell of seven or eight layers. Ever since he met Boob, the situation started to get out of control, the shell was opened layer by layer, and he was naked in front of Mr. He, unable to hide his true appearance any longer.
This afternoon, Song Ran slept very restlessly.
He had a series of bizarre nightmares, one after the other, without a breather.
In the dream, the tortuous corridors and faded doors of the orphanage turned into a rotating kaleidoscope, extending from the soles of the feet to the top of the head, layer upon layer, flashing endlessly, full of suffocating despair. He couldn't tell the difference between east, west, north and west, and ran desperately until he was exhausted, only to catch a beam of light at an accidental moment.
He ran in the direction of the beam of light, broke through the confinement, and stopped abruptly.
In front of you is an "apple showroom" - a place where adoptive parents meet with orphans. He had been here several times before, and since the last time it broke up, he never had a chance to come in again.
Across a narrow glass door, he saw Mr. He sitting inside with Boob in his arms, talking with the teacher at the orphanage.
"We're missing a family member, and we heard he was here, so we came to pick him up."
Mr. He gently explained his intention.
The teacher at the orphanage shook his head firmly: "I'm sorry, he's not here."
lie!
I am clearly here!
Song Ran was afraid of missing out with them, so she was so anxious that she reached out and pushed the door. Before his fingers touched the doorknob, an invisible force suddenly grabbed his collar and dragged him back forcibly. The "Apple Showroom" was getting farther and farther away from him. In the end, he fell into that colorful and terrifying kaleidoscope again, wrapped in a cobweb-like corridor, and swallowed by a dark door.
Wooden window frames, rusted fences, iron canopy beds with bunks.
The sun was dim, and the corners were leaking.
This is where he has lived for ten years.
Hearing the sound of the padlock, he rushed towards the door like a madman, knocking the wall to the ground. But the icy voice outside issued a verdict, telling him that you have no chance, and we can't take the risk and make you act sick again in front of this father and son.
They don't need rotten apples.
Song Ran, you know, that cute little boy wants a real bright and cheerful brother - the real one, it's not a show that suppresses the sadness of the heart. And Mr. He, who just stood there, attracted countless envious eyes. All kinds of high-quality men and women passed by him, he raised his hand, and his arm was snuggled.
You have no education, no savings, or even a healthy mental state, how can you deserve that coveted position.
We will finally find a good apple to match and complete his family.
And you must stay here alone.
Watch from afar.