Fang Jiayi spent the whole afternoon busy.
After get off work at five o'clock, Fang Jiayi changed back into her own clothes, a dark blue sportswear. She carried her bag and walked out of the hospital building. Looking at the summer sky filled with sunset glow, she suddenly felt... that she hadn't dressed up for a long time.
The high-intensity work and long-term insomnia made her completely unkempt. Her short hair was as messy as a boy's, and her clothes... were all sportswear styles...
She didn’t know if it was because she met Mu Ziyin in the afternoon, or because she felt she had been depressed for too long, but she felt she needed to buy some new clothes.
With nothing to do, I drove to the nearby shopping mall.
She entered a high-end women's clothing store. When the waiter saw that she was wearing sportswear, he didn't want to pay any attention to her. He just stood there without moving.
Fang Jiayi didn't care. Without a shopping guide following her, she shopped more freely.
In the bright and spacious women's clothing store, there are all kinds of beautiful suits and skirts hanging in all colors, from dark to light, elegant and gorgeous.
Fang Jiayi's hands moved over the clothes one by one, and she habitually took out a pink suit.
But after thinking about it, she hung the suit back. The light pink color was the style that Mu Ziyin, a straight man, liked, but it was not what she liked. However, those years of disguise had completely changed her way of thinking. Sometimes, she could hardly tell which one was the real her.
The slender white fingers finally landed on a black and white houndstooth suit.
Well, this is her current style, mature and capable.
She took the suit in her hand and was about to call the waiter when she heard a voice behind her say, "The suit in front is more suitable for you."
This familiar voice made Fang Jiayi startled for a moment. She knew who was behind her without turning around. She cast her eyes towards the mirror not far away. Sure enough, the man who was never serious was leaning against the door behind him, with his head slightly tilted, looking charming and lazy.
I remember that at that time, Mu Ziyin always liked to rest his chin on her shoulder, then put all his strength on her, push her down on the bed, and then laugh loudly.
Fang Jiayi silently looked at the handsome and slender figure in the mirror, but her heart couldn't help but jump in surprise.
"I don't like pink." Fang Jiayi said in a calm voice.
Mu Ziyin's pupils shrank, and he said with a smile: "Really? So you don't like pink."
Fang Jiayi's back stiffened slightly, and she turned around with a calm expression, "Why is President Mu here?"
"I came here to eat after my prenatal checkup with Qingzhi. It just happened to be across the street from the restaurant. I saw you come in here, so I came over to say hello."
"I see." Fang Jiayi finished speaking, holding the suit, and raised her foot to leave, "Then Mr. Mu, please eat slowly. I have picked out my clothes and will leave first."
Mu Ziyin didn't say anything, but narrowed his narrow eyes slightly.
Then, as they passed by each other, Mu Ziyin raised his hand to block her way and said, "I have a friend."
He spoke in a low voice, his eyes and eyebrows sunk in the shadows of the light, and it was hard to tell his emotions. "She looks a lot like you, her name is Ying Xiaorong. I don't know Director Fang, do you know her?"
Fang Jiayi held the suit in her hand, and felt a slight pain in her heart. The feeling was not obvious, but her breathing became slow and difficult for no reason. She glanced at his dark and blurred profile and said, "I don't know him."
*
The next day, the young nurse ran into Fang Jiayi's department again, "Director Fang... Director Mu is here again."
"What's wrong?" Fang Jiayi glanced at her computer. Xiao Qingzhi's name really appeared on the list of scheduled patients. "Didn't she see him yesterday?"
"Boss Mu said that Xiao Qingzhi always had stomachache after she went back home, and he was worried, so he came to check on her."
Fang Jiayi pursed her lips and said, "Then let them line up and let them in when it's their turn. There are still many patients in front of me."
"Dean, the professor will be unhappy if you do this."
"Then let him be unhappy." Anyway, I can just say a few nice words to the teacher later.
*
Mu Ziyin waited outside for a full hour and a half before it was his turn. When he entered the department, his face didn't look very good.
But when he saw Fang Jiayi gently instructing a pregnant woman with a big belly on what to pay attention to when she returned, the anger in his heart eased a lot. He waited until the pregnant woman stood up clumsily before slowly sitting down on the patient chair.
Fang Jiayi looked up at him. She seemed to have put on makeup, and her skin looked brighter and smoother than yesterday. "Where's Xiao Qingzhi?"
Mu Ziyin looked at her twice more strangely. If the timing was not inappropriate, he really wanted to reach out and touch her face.
"She is not feeling well and is resting at home. I came here to ask for her." Mu Ziyin looked at her directly, his eyes so deep that it was hard to resist.
Fang Jiayi nodded, not daring to look at him, her eyes fixed on the computer in front of her, "What's wrong with her?"
A calm tone like a normal doctor.
"I went home from dinner yesterday and kept complaining of stomachache."
"Where does it hurt? Do you know exactly where?"
"She just talked about her stomach."
"Besides the stomach ache, are there any other symptoms?"
Mu Ziyin shook his head, "No."
Fang Jiayi thought for a moment, took the pen, and said, "I can't tell if she's in trouble since she's not here. Besides, pregnant women can't take medicine casually. How about this, you ask her to come to the hospital right now, and I'll take a look at her."
"But she needs to rest."
Fang Jiayi said: "Then you can ask her to book me as her home hospital on the APP, and if she feels unwell, she can ask me to come to her home for consultation."
"Is this still possible?" Mu Ziyin's eyes lit up.
"Well, this is the hospital's new policy this year. Ask her to make a reservation on the APP."
(End of this chapter)